Oh….Ashley

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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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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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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 - Husband’s Roommate - Oh….Ashley (Running)



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Update-24



"Um, ladies, shouldn't we take the exit back here and head around to the theater? The movie is going to start soon, right? Don't we still need to buy tickets?"
"We already have tickets," Natalia assured.
"And the movie doesn't start till nine," Alyson added. "We have over two hours to kill, so let's do some shopping."
"What happened to 'we don't want to miss the previews' and 'let's get good seats?' You all made it sound like the movie started in five minutes."
"Well, we're still in a hurry," Lillian said. "The faster we shop, the faster we finish. Take too long and we'll miss the previews and get bad seats."
I could see how the girls had influenced Ashley's whimsical humor. "I guess we can't go wrong with that logic."
"Exactly," my sister said, hugging my right arm. "Try to have some fun. We know how to have a good time."
The night had only just begun, I realized, as we strolled down the rows of clothing stores. The five of us were arm in arm, with Ashley walking in strides to my right and Natalia to hers. Directly to my left was Alyson and beside her was Lillian. The girls formed a chain of feminine beauty with me smack-dab in the middle. It was a sight to behold, and for a moment I wished I was one of the prepubescent teenagers ogling us, just so I could have seen what we looked like.
"I'm such a lucky bastard," I mused. Guys would have killed to be in my shoes. There I was strutting through the mall with not one, not two, but four stunning women. Granted I was there by chance on a fictitious date, but phony or not the scenario blew me away.
It was as though every pair of eyes in the entire mall were dead-set on our little group. Ashley and her friends were, like with the people in the restaurant, completely unaware of the gazes. I couldn't figure out how the girls managed to ignore them. Maybe they were so used to being gawked at that they had developed an immunity to prying eyes. Or maybe they sensed those eyes weren't on them; instead, they were on me, wondering how much I had to pay the girls just to be seen with them.
"Oooh, let's go in there," Alyson excitedly suggested, pointing at a beach clothing store. "They have really cute swimwear and tees. We so need to hit the beach before the summer is over."
Did someone say swimwear?
Upon entering the store, the girls quickly dispersed into the clothing aisles. I aimlessly wandered around with my hands in my pockets and no particular destination in mind. The store wasn't a place I'd normally go into on my own. Everything was bright and colorful, with surfboards and skateboards decorating every wall and sunglasses and beanies adorning every mannequin. It was like an alien planet compared to the darker stores I preferred.
I was trying on some caps near the back when I heard the loud laughter of my four jovial dates. Curious as to what the girls were up to, I tossed the cap back onto the shelf and scoured the aisles in search of them. I sought to no avail and was about to return to the headgear when I heard a voice yell out my name.
"Brian! Hey Bry, come over here!"
Turning around I caught a glimpse of Ashley's head sticking out from the entrance to the changing rooms. I curiously approached her and went behind the corner of the dressing room hallway to see what she was so peppy about. What awaited me would be an image forever burned into my skull.
Ashley, Natalia, Alyson, and Lillian were dressed in matching styled bikinis, the colors the same as their purses. Their bottoms were the string bikinis that tied on the sides, and their triangular tops had a thin string that looped behind their necks. None of the girls were particularly busty, and the pieces of fabric covered a fair amount of skin--at least where it mattered--but what they may have lacked a raw sexuality was made up with charming faces and slim figures. Natalia in light blue, with her arms crossed over her chest, reminded me of sugar and spice and everything nice; Aly in white, trying to uncross Natalia's arms, appeared to have jumped off the cover of a swimsuit magazine; Lilly in lime green, posing in front of a mirror, exuded an aura of confidence and grace; and then there was Ashley, hands on her hips, looking smoking hot in red. Call it bias but she was the exception in that she really did look sexy as hell. I desperately wanted to pull her into one of the changing rooms and rip that bikini off of her.
Instead, I sat down on a short bench and meekly said, "Hi."
"So, what do you think about these?" my sister asked. "You like?"
"Like" was an understatement. "Yeah, a lot. You all look fantastic."
She turned to the others. "See, I told you he would like them."
"I bet he'd like anything we put on," Lilly remarked. "I still think these are too big." She turned her back to us and stretched out the fabric of her bikini bottom until it covered most of her tanned butt cheeks.
"Are you kidding me?" Natalia whined. "I think these are too small."
Alyson went behind her and tried prying her arms apart again. "Natty, you should stop hiding. You know you have a killer body."
I watched Aly's boobs, the largest of the girls, press against Natalia's back as they wrestled on their feet. Though Aly wasn't attempting too hard to pry her friend's arms apart, I began to feel sorry for the smaller Natalia. As much as I enjoyed seeing two beautiful girls so close together, I knew how uncomfortable it was to do something you didn't want to do. But before I, or any of the other two ladies could stop her, Alyson said, "Look, even Bry is checking you out right now."
"What?" Natalia yelped, her face turning scarlet red. She quickly covered her cheeks in her hands, but by doing so she also uncrossed her arms. Realizing she was inadvertently exposing herself to me, she spun around and ran to the one of the changing stalls.
"Aly, why did you have do something like that," Lilly scolded. "You better go in there right now and apologize to her."
Concern was apparent on Alyson's face, and without making any sort of protest, she and Lillian both went into Natalia's stall.
I was alone with my sister. "Wow, that was interesting."
"Don't worry about them, Bry. Even though Aly loves to embarrass Nat like that, they're the closest friends you'll ever meet. They've been living next door to each other their whole lives."
"Should I apologize to Natalia?"
Ashley strutted to me and sat on my left knee. "Why? Because you really were checking her out? I'm sure she doesn't mind." She sensed I was staring at her bikini-clad boobs--which I was--and arched her back, jutting her chest out.
Subconsciously, I wrapped my arm around her waist and settled my hands onto her bare thighs, caressing the creamy flesh. "How can you be so sure of that?"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Should I be apologizing to you for checking her out?"
Ashley giggled. "No, you don't have to do that. I should be apologizing to you."
"What for? You haven't done anything wrong. Well, not counting the little lie you told to get me to come here."
"I told you I wanted you to pick out a bikini for me, remember? I swear I didn't mean to break my promise."
"Sis, I remember you saying that, but you never made it a promise. Don't worry about it. It's not like I'm disappointed or anything. Besides, I like the bikini you're wearing right now."
"Really? I kind of agree with Lilly, though. I think these are too big." Ashley stood up with her impressive butt two feet from my face. "I want the backside to be smaller, like this." She pinched the edges of her bikini bottom into her butt crack, turning a modestly-sized bikini into a devilishly sexy thong. She bent at the waist. "Doesn't this look better?"
"M-much better," I stuttered. The outer rim of her anus was nearly visible and her pussy lips were almost split in two by the bikini.
Like magnets my hands were drawn to her marvelous round buns. Her skin was impeccably smooth and there was more than enough ass for me to latch onto. But before I could grab two luscious handfuls, I heard the other girls talking as their changing room door opened. Ashley took a step forward just out of my reach. She hooked the edges of her bikini bottom and stretched them over her butt as she joined her friends.
I dropped my head in dejection, painfully aware of my hard-on. It was given no time to shrink, however, as the foursome made their way to me. I crossed my legs to conceal myself the best I could.
Still blushing, but not covering herself anymore, Natalia asked, "You really think this looks good on us?"
I think I started to blush, too. "Yeah, I meant it the first time I said it and I still do. You look very cute."
"Only she looks cute?" Lillian asked. "What about the rest-"
"You all look cute," I promptly corrected. I really had to be careful with what I say around these girls.
"Even me, brother?" Ashley timidly asked.
She must have enjoyed watching me sweat in front of her friends. "Yeah, sis, even you."
"He may your brother," Aly started to say, approaching my sibling, "but I'm sure even he can't say no to an ass like yours." She raised a hand, open-palmed, and swung it at my sister's butt cheek. There was a loud slap as their skin made contact.
Ashley dropped her mouth and glared at her attacker. "You did not just do that."
As if a pistol was shot off in the distance, Alyson made a mad dash to her changing room with Ashley chasing behind. I couldn't help but notice the pink finger marks on my sister's butt as it bounced down the corridor.
Lillian, acting as if this was a normal occurrence, laughed it off and made her way to her own stall. Natalia, left alone with me, softly asked, "Can you wait outside the store for us?"
I lifted my jaw off the ground and heeded her request. First I had to hide in one of the aisles until my erection disappeared. When it finally did, and after waiting another ten minutes in front of the store, the girls emerged shoulder to shoulder with shopping bags in hand.
"Sorry for making you wait," Ashley said.
"No problem. I'm just happy to see you ladies getting along. Where to next?"
"To that," Lillian pointed ahead of us.
"That thing? All of us?"
"It'll be fun. Don't tell me you're afraid of heights."
"What if I am?"
"Then you'll just have to suck it up."
* * *
"Girls, I'm seriously not sure if I can do this."
"It's too late to back out now," Lillian said. "You're already strapped up."
"It'll be okay," Ashley assured from my left. "This thing is perfectly safe. I think."
"I can't believe you're going along with this, sis."
"Why wouldn't I? I think it looks fun."
"Since when did you think it was fun to climb walls two stories tall?"
"There has to be a first time for everything."
"How come Alyson doesn't have to rock-climb with us?"
"Because I'm wearing heels, a skirt, and someone needs to watch these bags," she shouted behind us.
"Careful what you say around her," Ashley giggled. "Just climb as high as you can. We won't think of you as any less of man if you can't make it to the top."
"Right... that's exactly what I'm worried about." I stared up at the mountainous behemoth in front of me.
In the middle of the mall was an extreme rock-climbing exhibit. Lillian, believing we needed to burn some calories from our mile-high fudge cake, decided it would be excellent idea to scale a mile-high mountain. It was about two stories tall, but because the ceiling level was much higher in a mall than that of a regular house, it was actually more like three.
"Wish me luck," Natalia said to my right, stepping onto the first rubber ledge.
"Good luck," my sister told her. "Are you ready, Tiger?"
"Might as well get this over with." Ensuring my harness was sturdy by pulling on it for the one hundredth time, I stepped onto the first ledge and pushed myself up.
Ashley did the same beside me. Simultaneously we advanced one terrifying foot at a time. When we reached the one-third mark, she and I had caught up to Natalia. Lillian, amazingly, was already sitting at the peak of the mountain, encouraging us to keep going while enjoying the view of the entire mall. By the halfway point, I was beginning to feel really good about my chances of making it to the top. Sure, I was scared shitless for being so high off the ground, but with my sister supporting me every step of the way, the height didn't seem so intimidating anymore.
Ashley, Natalia, and I rung the bell at the peak together to signal our triumphant conquest over the mountain. We were supposed to head back down after ringing the bell, but the girls decided to climb over the top to Lillian. I pulled myself up and sat with them.
"Nice of you three to finally join me," Lilly joshed. "I was beginning to think you softies didn't have what it takes, but you all proved me wrong. Especially you, Mr. I'm-afraid-of-heights." She gave me a hearty pat on the back that almost knocked me over the edge.
"Oh jeez, don't do that." I scooted backwards to safer ground. Ashley and Natalia giggled and scooted with me.
"Careful there, don't want to get your harness caught on the pulley. We really shouldn't be up here but it looks like the two guys running this thing have their hands full." Lillian lay flat on her back, hands behind her head. "You and Ash should join me on my weekday exercises. I can use a few souls to talk to for my morning jogs."
"That sounds awesome. I'd love to join you," my sister said. "A good workout every now and then would be an awesome way to start the day."
"How about you, Brian? Up for five mile jogs at seven in the mornings?"
Five miles? At seven? "Um, I'll have to pass. I'm not much of an early bird."
"Aw, that's a shame. I can start the jogs a little later if you want. It's summer so we can't start too late or else it gets really hot."
"I'm not much of a runner either, actually."
"How 'bout biking? We can do that instead."
"Oooh, I loved riding," Ashley chirped. "I used to ride everyday when I was in elementary school. I'd hop on my two-wheeler right after class and zoom around the neighborhood until the sun sets. My old friends and I even had a Hello Kitty biker gang going on."
Lillian sat up. "So why don't you bike anymore?"
"Well, one day in fourth grade, I sort of got into accident on the way home from school. I was going full speed down a hill on a dare when a car pulled out of a driveway and blocked the sidewalk I was on. I managed to swerve away from it but I ended up crashing into a tree instead. Long story short, I came home from the hospital the next week with a leg cast and a trashed up bike in my garage. My parents forbade me from riding and I haven't done it since."
Natalia joined the conversation. "How come you never told us this before?"
"Didn't seem too important, I guess. It's been almost ten years since then."
Eight years to be exact.
I remembered the accident far too well for my own liking. I was the one who had to carry my sister from the ugly wreckage while the other kids rode off to find help. I was the one who had to assure my sister she would be okay, that this wasn't her fault, that mom and dad wouldn't be angry with her for not wearing her helmet. The driver who had almost hit my sister didn't stop his car, didn't even realize that in front of his yard was a ten year-old girl crying her eyes red, bleeding on his grass until the shades of green were a grueling crimson.
I was at her bedside for almost the entire first day at the hospital. There was that short recess where I had to rinse away the metallic taste of her blood from when I kissed her wounds. She begged me that afternoon to kiss her booboo better, as if my care would magically heal the deep gash on her right leg. I told her things didn't work that way, that when she had kissed my paper cuts and splinters she had provided only a temporary remedy. But that was what she wanted from me, and as gross as it was for a twelve year-old boy to kiss his little sister's wounds, that was what I did until our parents finally arrived.
It was the scariest day of my life, and it wasn't even me who was involved in the accident. I had been riding with my own friends on the other side of the street when I saw Ashley's pink bicycle careening out of control. I watched her tiny body catapult from the impact, heard her screaming in pain. In the seconds it took me to cross the street, a whirlwind of fears had seized my body. My legs couldn't stop pedaling and my hands couldn't grip my bicycle brake. I hit the curb and collapsed onto my knees at her side. The pain I felt in my shins was nothing compared to what she must have felt throughout her whole body.
Before her eyes opened, my sister was already calling out for someone. She called not for our nurturing mother or our heroic father, but for me, her older brother. I was glad my friends had rode off to get help, or else they would have seen the tears running down my cheeks. More than anything I was crying for her safety, wishing there was some way I could have taken her place and endured the suffering for her. It was foolish to have been scared of something as paltry as the meager mountain I now sat atop of when my true fear would always be that of losing my cherished sister.
"Brother, are you okay? You're pale all of a sudden."
I stared at the girl who had recovered so remarkably from her injuries. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just remembering something from my own childhood days."
Lillian, oblivious to the horrid details of her friend's accident, zealously went about her proposal. "Ever since my brothers moved out of the house, our garage has been storing a couple of extra bikes. You can use one of theirs if you want to bike instead of jog. There's a trail behind Riverdale Park we can ride on."
"No, I can't do that," Ashley solemnly said, "I'll just jog with you instead. I've probably forgotten how to ride a bike by now anyway."
"Suit yourself, Ashy. If you ever change your mind, let me know. I'll dust them off for you and-" A ringtone of Guillaume Tell cut the brunette off. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and checked the caller. "Oh my gosh, it's Aly. She's probably pissed at us for staying up here for so long. This ought to be good for a few laughs." She flipped the phone open and put it on speaker.
The next thirty seconds were a flurry of heated shouts. Alyson spat about how rude it was to keep her waiting while she had to withstand the "dozens of lame pick-up lines from perverted jerk wads." The three girls with me were all holding their sides in laughter by the time she angrily hung up. Lillian, wiping the tears from her eyes, decided it would be a good time for us to head back down. She and Natalia went first.
I was about to follow when Ashley grabbed my hand and told me to wait.
"What's up, sis?" Wordlessly she cupped my chin and led me to her lips for a quick smooch. "Mmm, what was that for?"
"It's a small bonus for making it up here. My friends are very impressed."
"How can you tell?"
"I just know," she smiled. "C'mon, Tiger, let's get down from here. I think I'm starting to get light headed from being this high."
Ashley and I hopped down a few steps when I suddenly heard her squeal above me. "Oh damn it! I lost my footing and one of my sandals fell off."
I glanced at the ground as her leather sandal cratered on the mattress below us. "Do you think you can still make it down like that?"
"I-I don't know. It feels kind of weird being barefoot. Crap, this sucks. I'm wearing shoes every day from now on."
I climbed up a few steps to her. "Try getting on my back and I'll carry you down."
"What? Is that safe?"
"I think so. It's not like we're really rock-climbing. Plus it's a heck of a lot easier climbing down than up."
"It's even easier to fall the rest of the way down."
I held my hand out to her. "It'll be fine, I won't let you get hurt. On the off-chance we fall, I'll make sure you land on me first."
She took my hand and sidled closer to me. "Okay, if you say so. No point in having a protective older brother if he won't substitute as an airbag."
Pressing myself flat against the wall, I waited for her to circle her arms and legs around me. "Got a good grip?"
"Yeah, I think so."
I held my harness in my right hand and her firm butt cheek in my left. "I got a good grip too, babe. Don't let go of me. This might be a bumpy ride." I kicked off and descended a few feet before being pulled back to the wall.
Though I could have made it to the bottom in less than ten leaps, I purposely made smaller ones to prolong the feeling of my sister hugging me for dear life. She was my Mary Jane and I was her Spider-Man. She whimpered into my ear and squeezed tight every time I pushed off, and when the harness pulled us to the wall, her soft breasts would mash into my back.
Rock-climbing was something I needed to do more often.
When we were finally safe on the ground, I heard the other three girls behind us yelling, "Say cheese." I turned around with Ashley still on me and saw each of them pointing their phones at us.
"Aww, what a cute couple," Aly bantered. "These pics are a keeper."
Lillian held up Ashley's fallen sandal. "Hey Cinderella, don't forget this."
My sister hopped off me and stuck her tongue out at the trio. "Very funny, ladies."
While I finished undoing the latches to my harness, I noticed Ashley fumbling with hers. I approached her from behind to assist with it.
The harness had three main straps: a belt that went around the waist and two more that tied around each thigh. Ashley had no trouble with the belt, but the latch for the thigh straps were behind the legs. Normally the people running the attraction should have been on hand to help with this stuff, but with three sides of the mountain to scale and four paying customers on each side, the two workers had their work cut out for them.
"Are you having fun so far?" Ashley whispered to me.
I placed my hands on her left thigh and took my time undoing the strap. "This evening is turning out to be a lot better than I expected. Thanks for inviting me. I hope I'm not spoiling any traditions you and your friends might have when you go out together."
"You're not. The girls and I really want you to hang out with us."
I undid the first strap and moved to the other. Again I took my time, but also allowed my hands roam her thighs and cop a feel of her buttocks. "Why would your friends want me to tag along?"
"They're comfortable around you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"They're the ones I told you about who thought we'd make a cute couple until I told them who you really were. They're the ones who thought I was lucky to have a brother like you."
I pulled the last strap apart. "So they're comfortable with me because you are?"
"You can say it's something that. Come on, let's get going. I can go for a drink right about now." Ashley gave me a small peck on the cheek, and then walked past while shouting, "Hey Lilly, give me back my sandal."



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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 - Husband’s Roommate - Oh….Ashley (Running)



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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 - Husband’s Roommate - Oh….Ashley (Running)



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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 - Husband’s Roommate - Oh….Ashley (Running)



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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 - Forcely Fucked In Trial Room - Husband’s Roommate - Oh….Ashley (Running)



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Update-25



Some ten minutes after our successful rock-climbing session, we found ourselves sitting on a pair of wooden benches near a dolphin statue fountain. The girls sat together on one bench; I sat with four shopping bags on the second. The benches' backrests were against each other but faced opposite directions.
"How much more time do we have until the movie starts?" I asked over my left shoulder.
Ashley replied, "We have an hour left."
Lillian spoke over my other shoulder. "Don't tell me you're in a hurry to get the date over with. Aren't you having fun with us?"
"I'm having a ton of fun," and I really meant it, "but I figured instead of sitting down and drinking smoothies, you'd all want to go to another store or something."
"Is there anywhere in particular you want to go?" she asked.
"No, not really. I guess I can sit around for a while longer." Taking a sip of my protein-packed health drink, I stretched my legs out and reveled in the company of four exquisite women.
"Hey Bry," I heard my sister beckon, "come with me."
I turned my head and saw her walking around the benches to me. "What's up, sis?"
She grabbed my right hand in both of hers and pulled me to my feet. "This will only take a few minutes. You three wait here," she said to her friends. They exchanged confused looks to each other as Ashley dragged me to a nearby electronic photo booth. She shoved me through the curtains and into the dark room.
I was further shoved down onto the plastic seat. I watched dumbfounded as Ashley straddled my left knee and stuck her hands into my side pockets.
"Um, what are you doing, sis?"
She roughly pulled her hands out with my leather wallet and skimmed through its translucent sleeves of plastic cards. When she reached the last one, she snapped my wallet shut and grumbled, "You really don't have a picture of me in your wallet."
I immediately understood her intention. "I wasn't kidding when I said I didn't a few days ago. If I had some pocket-sized photos of you, I would happily keep one or two in my wallet. But all the photos at home are either priceless or group shots and completely off-limits."
"Well, we'll fix that problem right now." Ashley opened my wallet again and took out some single dollar bills. She inserted them into the machine and hurriedly tapped the buttons on the touch screen. The menu jumped from one set of options to the next in the bat of an eye until she sat next to me and pressed our cheeks together. "Okay, put on your best smiley face, Tiger."
Everything happened so quickly I just stared stupidly at the camera. When the booth lit up in a flash, the image of my sister's smile and my stunned face popped up on the screen.
"Bry, smile for me. Did you forget how?"
"Hold on, my brain needs a few seconds to catch up to what we're doing. Can I have my wallet back?"
She placed it in my pocket for me. Just as we turned to the screen, the booth lit up and a new snapshot appeared, one that neither of us were prepared for. "It's on a timer," Ashley explained. "There's also a button to take pictures manually."
I reached around her shoulder and cradled her against me. "No prob, I think my brain's caught up now." With our cheeks together, we smiled for the camera as it took a happy picture for us.
"Aww, that's a cute one," she said.
"Heck yeah, you are one pretty lady."
Ashley hopped onto my left leg again and leaned back against my shoulder. "Ready for the next one?"
I grabbed her waist and scooted her up my thigh. "Go for it."
For the next two minutes, my sister and I laughed and shuffled around in our seats as we posed for the camera. Most of the pictures were tame, even by sibling standards. There was a photo of us crossing our arms with our backs against each other, some with us doing silly vogue hand signs, and then a couple more of Ashley giving me a kiss on the cheek, with the cherry red lipstick marks to prove it. The final picture, however, was one I could never let anyone else see.
Before the last flash went off, and after Ashley had wiped the lipstick off me, my cheeks were held firmly between her hands. She turned me to her, staring sharply. Her tongue flirtatiously licked her lips. A hint of mischief twinkled in her eyes. She smiled, and before I could ask what she was up to, she pulled our faces together, swamping my mouth with her plush lips. She held my head still as her ravenous tongue snaked in.
My eyes, the size of saucers, could only see stars. Maybe it was from the bright flash of the camera, maybe it was because of the fireworks exploding from our kiss. Even as the machine ejected our photos, Ashley maintained our embrace. I surrendered to her tasteful lips and swirled my tongue around hers. But just as I was beginning to enjoy the warm sensation, something banged against the side of the booth. Ashley and I separated before the curtain opened.
Natalia, Lillian, and Alyson stood outside. "Hey, you two, what's up?" "Having fun in here?" "I can't believe what I'm seeing."
Ashley quickly grabbed the sheet and folded it at the creases. "Hey girls, ready to get going-"
"What can't you believe you're seeing?" I nervously asked.
The trio looked at each other and then to me. Alyson grinned. "That you two are taking pictures without us."
The curtain opened wider and they marched in one by one. The booth was big enough to fit two people comfortably on the seat, three if they bunched up. And as slim as the girls may be, five people was going overboard.
I squeezed through the orgy of female skin, boobs, butts, and perfumes. "Maybe I should get out of here," I said, stumbling away to much chagrin from the girls. I slumped against the exterior of the booth.
Damn, that was a close one. Thank goodness they had the courtesy to knock before barging in. I did find it a little odd they would give us a warning since it seemed as if they wanted to surprise us. Was it possible they suspected my sister and I were up to something and were giving us a chance to cover up? Or did they really just want to come in for some pictures?
Ashley and her friends stayed in the booth for a long five minutes. Even with the automatic timer going off, they had to have gone through at least two sets of pictures. I could see the curtain ruffling as they giggled and frolicked in the tiny room.
Lillian stuck her head out some time later. "Hey Bry, come in here and take this last picture with us." She stepped out while I stepped in.
There was a gap in the middle of the seat between Ashley and Alyson; Natalia stood outside the opposite curtain. I felt manicured hands on my arms and shoulders as I was dragged onto the seat.
"Show off your pearly whites," Ashley cheerfully said, pressing her cheek to my left.
Alyson did the same to my other, and I found myself sandwiched between two blonde beauties. Remaining outside the booth, Lillian and Natalia poked their heads in and pressed their cheeks with the other girls until we were a row of smiling faces. We managed to get into position just in time for the flash to go off.
All four of them clamored to get their hands on the photo sheet. "Hey, let me see it." "Oooh, can I keep that picture?" "I can make copies of them if you all want." "That's an awesome idea. Okay, you take 'em." Ashley folded and stored the pictures in her purse as we left.
* * *
"Now where to?" I asked the ladies.
"Right here," Natalia presented, holding her arms out like a dark-haired Vanna White. "The Power House Entertainment Center."
Entertainment center was just a fancier way of saying arcade, though this one was higher-tech than your typical kid's corner. Dozens of interactive video game cabinets, midway games, and a laser tag maze were crammed into a two-floor blitzkrieg of neon lights, explosions, and raving club music.
I followed the girls as they headed to the loudest area of the arcade which consisted of the rhythm and music games. Alyson and Natalia both approached the strangely empty metal pad of a dancing game while the other girls and I watched.
No warm up was needed for the dancers as they jumped right into the hardest songs. As I watched their hair flail around and Alyson's skirt almost bounce high enough to reveal her pink thong--oops, I guess it did bounce high enough--Ashley divulged to me that it was because of Natalia they had all gotten hooked on the game. I merely nodded and pretended to listen as I pleaded for another glimpse of underwear.
After the first two songs ended, the girls swapped out, allowing Lilly and my sister to take to the stage. They, too, needed no warm up and stepped to the beat in rhythmic precision. Though I had no chance of catching panty shots through their jeans, I did get a nice eyeful of tight, round butts. The two girls eventually got so far ahead of the score, they did a few freestyle spins and even switched sides during their routine. When it was over, the five of us split up to play other games.
"Hey Tiger, come here and try this one out," Ashley shouted to me.
I hung up the machine gun I was blasting aliens away with. My arms were still shaking from the constant recoil of the gun when I came up to her. "What game is this? 'Beat-mania?'"
"It's a deejay game. Instead of using feet, you use fingers to tap these keys and spin this disc. You should be pretty good at it since you spend so much time on the keyboard."
"Hmm, okay. I'll give it a shot. What are you going to play?"
"This baby right here." My sister slung a life-sized guitar over her shoulder from the game cabinet to my right. "I always wanted to be a rock star."
There was something wildly sexy about her handling a big, albeit fake, hunk of metal (it was actually plastic). The guitar itself looked a little silly with its rainbow colors and buttons, but the dark atmosphere of the arcade and the bluish hue shining off her bare shoulders gave her a mysterious, larger-than-life appearance. "You look pretty damn hot with that, Ash. I'd definitely go to a concert of yours just to check you out."
"Maybe the other girls and I should start a band."
"Oh yeah? What instruments can you four play?"
"Well, I can learn to play the guitar, Aly can be lead vocalist, Natty can rock out on drums, and Lilly can handle bass."
"Sounds like a plan to me. Maybe I can be the manager."
She scoffed at the idea. "Like we'd let you manage the millions we'd rake in."
I laughed it off as my game loaded up. While we learned the ropes to our respective games, Natalia magically appeared beside me at the second set of piano keys. She stood between my sister and me. "Hey Ashy, hey Bry, mind if I join you?"
"Hey, Natalia," I greeted. "I don't mind at all. Go ahead and jump in."
She swiped her gaming card into the machine. "Do you mind if I also ask you something?"
Oh man, please don't let it be a personal question. "Um, sure. Ask away."
"Ashy tells me you're really good with computers. Did you really build yours from spare parts?"
Phew, that was one question I had no problem answering. "Yeah, I did. Ordered the hardware online and put it together myself." For some reason I was exceptionally proud of that fact.
She picked the first song for us to play. "Wow, that is so cool. I'm thinking of building a new computer from scratch too. Problem is, I don't know how to check which parts will be compatible with each other. I'm also worried I'll mess up putting things together since I haven't always gotten along with pliers and screwdrivers. But maybe you can come over to my house some time and help me design one. With Ashy's permission, of course."
"Hey, my brother's a big boy," Ashley quipped. "He doesn't need my blessings to do big boy things."
"I'll take that as a yes," Natalia giggled. "Is that also a yes for you, Bry?"
It amazed me how Natalia could be so good at the game while conversing with two people. "Yeah, sure. I'll be glad to help you build one." I barely managed to pass the song we were playing; she didn't miss a single key.
The next songs we played were repeat performances. Natalia aced them while reminiscing some high school memories with my sister. When the final song ended, Natalia picked up her belongings. "I'm going to check up on Aly and Lilly. Knowing them they probably ran out to flirt with some boys. I'll see you two in a bit."
As she left, I turned to Ashley. She had a Cheshire grin on her face. I was almost afraid to ask why. "What's with the smug look?"
She put her guitar away. It took her three buoyant steps toward me to have her breasts squashed against my chest and her arms around my waist. "That's something I don't see very often."
I had no clue what she was referring to. "Did I do something wrong?"
Her fingers traced my spine, riddling my skin with goosebumps. "No, nothing like that. It usually takes days for Natty to be comfortable enough to talk to a guy. It's fascinating how she opened up to you so easily, especially after what happened earlier."
Settling my hands on her shoulders, I caressed the inch of skin that had been tarnished by the guitar strap. "Didn't you say your friends are comfortable with me because you are? I'm sure it's only because I'm your brother."
"The other two girls, yes, but not her. I mean, she sort of has a crush on you for a while now, but she's not really the aggressor type. I didn't think she would be the first to make a move."
I couldn't believe what I just heard. It sounded so foreign to my ears. It didn't seem conceivable that some other girl, my sister's friend, could have felt that way about me, and that the same sister, the girl I loved more than anything, was the one telling me about it.
This had to be some kind of trick. There was that same twinkle in Ashley's eye that appeared during dinner and the photo booth incident. The twinkle that forewarned her mischievous intentions. Yup, it had to be a trick. If only I knew why. "You're not getting any weird thoughts, are you, sis?"
"Weird thoughts? Not really. Dirty thoughts on the other hand..." She heightened onto her toes and met my lips with hers. "Plenty of those."
How easy was it for her to take my mind off the world. Her lips, gentler than rose petals, parted open. They moved under the press of my mouth. My tongue ran along the edges of her lips. Her tongue, animated and sensuous, played with mine. Sweet, candied, her taste ever more intoxicating. The world I had deserted spun out of control. Light shed to darkness. My sight abandoned me. But there was still Ashley and her lips, never forceful, only compliant and accepting of my desire for her.
My eyes opened. Light returned. Our union ceased, a breeze coming between us. Ashley exhaled onto me, my lips warmed by her ardor. Her eyelids were concealing her hazel chestnuts in the snow. Our hands had interchanged. Her waist, tiny even in my meager grasp, burned the tips of my fingers. My shoulders, lenient, relieved under her touch. I kissed her left eye. She awakened.
No words were necessary. Our smiles said it all. It was the most spectacular thing I had ever experienced. I prayed it was the same for her.
A voice yelled our names. I tuned it out, holding my sister tighter. The yell repeated, louder. I felt lips on my neck. They opened, closed, soundlessly telling me it was okay to let go. I nodded. My hands fell from within my baby's shirt, her hands from my shoulder. I turned around as Natalia's head poked around a far row of game cabinets. "Hey Ashy, Bry, hurry over here. Show time in thirty minutes."
With each wobbled step I took, I remembered a small detail of where I was. Another girl, three of them to be exact, show time, thirty minutes. I was with my sister's friends, here to see a movie, and an eternity was in the way of my being alone with Ashley.
Our dark-haired escort, unaware of had transpired, guided us to a set of four futuristic racing cars the size of bumper cars, each one facing a jumbo screen. Alyson and Lillian sat in the two cars furthest from us. Natalia hopped into a third.
Ashley stood beside the fourth. Blithe and relaxed, she was unshaken in her demeanor. "Bry, take a seat and play this with me. You can work the gas pedals and gears while I steer."
I dragged myself back to reality, back to where Ashley was. "Are you sure? There doesn't seem to be a lot of room in there."
"Just jump in. I'll make us fit if I have to." I warily climbed into the miniature car. "Open your legs for me." She sat down in the gap where my legs were spread. Her butt brushed my groin, her back against my chest, her hair covering most of my view. "Comfy?"
The car was small and cramped, the backrest hard, the seat sticky. My legs had no room to breathe, my arms no room to move. I was trapped beneath her slender frame.
It was the most comfortable I had been all night. "Yeah, very comfy."
She shouted to her friends. "Okay, Bry and I are ready. Get ready to eat our dust."
The race began with an explosive start. One of the girls used a rocket boost to gain an early lead. Ashley used a boost of our own and fired a missile at the lead car to take pole position.
"Whoa, nice shot, sis."
"Bry, go faster. I can handle these sharp turns without wiping out."
I slammed my foot onto gas pedal. As the virtual car sped up, Ashley's butt vibrated against my crotch. The car wasn't just for show; it immersed the player by rocking to whatever happened on-screen.
The car shook violently when a series of missiles hit us from behind. "Woo-hoo, take that, Ashy-girl," Alyson hollered.
"Oooh, she is in trouble now," Ashley steamed. "Bry, slide down the seat. I need more room to sit." She rose up so I could slouch down, then lowered herself onto my lap. "Go, go, go, don't take your foot off the pedal."
"What? Oh, right," I muttered, regaining my senses.
The car rumbled as we tried to catch up to the rest of the pack that had passed us. Ashley bounced side to side over my lap while she handled turns at breakneck speeds. I assisted her in aiming a volley of missiles at our competitors. The race got very heated by the second lap. It was anyone's game, all of us exchanging leads at a moment's whim.
"Hold me steady, Bry. I'm sliding too much to get a good shot at the other cars."
I wrapped my left arm around her. Our car shook again as we got bombarded, but Ashley didn't budge from my lap.
With my nose inches from the bare skin on her upper back, I could smell faint traces of her intimate perfume. Most of the fragrance had diffused since the evening started, but there was still enough for me to luxuriate in. As our seat jerked here and there, her ponytail swished and tickled my nose.
"Oh my gosh, did you see that?" she blurted. "I just took out two cars in one shot. We're way in the lead now."
I couldn't see anything but her supple skin. "Yeah, I saw that. How many more laps to go?"
"One more lap. Keep going, Bry. Nothing can stop us now if we keep this up."
The bump and tumbling persisted for another minute. The other girls were able to hit us with stray blasts but were too far behind to capitalize on our momentary weakness to steal first place. We blazed past the finish line and threw our hands up in victory.
"Oh yeah, take that," Ashley taunted to her friends. She hugged my head into the side of her breast. "Didn't I say you slowpokes would be eating our dust?"
"You got sooo lucky you took me and Lilly out during that last lap," Natalia said. "If we hadn't been busy shooting at each other, I would've won so easily."
"Ha, let's have a rematch."
Lillian climbed out of her car. "Save your pissing contest some other time. The movie is going to start in twenty minutes."
Ashley waited for the rest of her friends to leave before whispering to me, "You might want to fix that problem in your pants before you stand up." She gently patted my erection on the way down from the machine.
The foursome were waiting outside of the arcade for me when I came running.
"Did you forget something in there?" Aly asked.
"Yeah, dropped my keys in the car," I lied. In actuality had followed my sister's advice to take a breather and relax my nerves. "But I found them."
Aly led the way to theater with Nat and Lilly in tow. I trailed behind with Ashley clinging to my right arm.
"Sis, maybe you shouldn't be so close."
"You didn't complain earlier when I did this. Besides, they each held onto you too. We're very touchy-feely girls."
Around us the row of stores quieted and darkened. Shoppers followed in our direction, the night coming to an end for many. But not for me. My night had yet to begin.
"Who are the slowpokes now," Lillian barked, standing far ahead of us. "Hurry up, you two lovebirds."
Ash and I jogged up to her at the mall's exit. A massive line at the ticket counter caught my attention.
"Natalia, you mentioned the four of you already have your tickets, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, I did. We printed them off the web."
"That's cool and all but... I don't have a ticket yet."
"Are you insisting we buy you one?"
"No, heck no, that's not what I meant. It's just that, the line looks really long and with the movie starting soon, I don't want to keep you all waiting so–"
"Brian, take a deep breath and calm down," Lilly said. "Ashy has you covered. She has a fifth ticket for you."
My cheeks burned red at their giggles. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. You're free to carry our bags for us if it makes you feel any manlier."
Without any hesitation the girls walked by me one by one and tossed me their bags, purses, and some witty comments. "You're such a stud." "Look at those muscles." "I wish I had a boyfriend like you." "Always the perfect gentleman." Sarcasm laced every word, but I was enjoying their company too much to care.
Ashley handed the tickets over to the receptionist and we headed to the concession stand. "Mmm, get those sour gummy bears and chocolate raisins." "Don't forget the black licorice." "Eww, you know I hate those. Get the red ones." "Lots of butter on the popcorn, please." "Oh, can I get two pretzels too? Both cinnamon. Wait, both salt. Wait, wait, one cinnamon, one salt."
The acne-plagued teenager behind the counter had his work cut out for him. He scrambled back and forth in a vain attempt to keep up with the orders of four hungry women.
"Aren't you ladies stuffed from dinner and dessert?"
"That was two hours ago," Natalia said. "There's always room for more sweets."
Ashley asked, "Don't you want anything, brother?"
"I would if I wasn't busy carrying fifty bags."
"Aww, is it too heavy?" Alyson razzed.
"Nope, not all." Their luggage was light, but because they insisted on keeping their belongings in separate over-sized bags, it looked as if I was hauling a lot more. "Actually, I can go for a hotdog right about now, but I'll need someone to hold it for me."
After we ordered every type of junk food on the menu, we made haste to our showroom. Along the way Natalia raised an orange plastic cup to my mouth. "Are you thirsty, Brian? Have a sip."
"Thanks, Nat." I bowed to my right and drank from the straw.
"My pleasure." When I backed away, she placed the straw between her lips, not bothering to wipe it dry. She sipped on her Pepsi.
"Open wide," Alyson said from my left.
I turned my head and bumped into the hotdog she was holding close to my face. I chomped down on it, ignoring the sauce that had gotten on me. "Mmm, that's pretty good. Thanks, Aly."
"What are best friends for."
"You have some ketchup on your cheek." Lillian took a napkin out of her coat pocket and weighed down my left shoulder, her face daringly close to mine. With a wipe across my cheek and lips, she cleaned the ketchup off of me.
"Thanks, Lilly."
"You're welcome, Bry."
Three cute girls pampering me with food and favors. It was a fantasy millions of guys would have loved to find themselves in. And I was living it, a sublime dream that had manifested into realism. A week ago I would have been sweating out of every pore, stumbling on every syllable. Now I was calm and collected. Yet also unfulfilled. Their friendliness, though greatly appreciated, left me wanting more. It wasn't the same with these girls. It wasn't the same laugh, the same smile, the same affection in their eyes. It didn't come from the angel ten steps ahead of me, pretending not to care what was happening behind her.
I excused myself from the trio. Paper bags crinkling, silver trinkets jingling, I chased after my sister. She stopped in her tracks, and I stopped next to her. We walked into the dim theater room together, her belongings back in her possession.
In the three hours I had spent thus far with the girls, I had somehow forgotten to ask what we were going to watch. We ended up watching an action movie, which shattered my belief girls only willingly watched romances or comedies. However, every time the main star came on screen, his shirt shredded and sculpted muscles bulging, they would sigh, swoon, and faint in their seats. Except Ashley. And when the buxom damsel in distress, scantily clad and artificial in beauty, nearly popped out of her torn blouse, wolf whistles would erupt from every male in the stands. Except me.
The starlet was more than any guy could ask for in a woman. Shapely, curvy, a great fashion sense for bras capable of withstanding gunfire. She could even throw a punch or two if she had to. But nothing about her bust size or seductive tone appealed to me. I was spoiled, I suppose, having someone infinitely more gorgeous at my side, eating popcorn from a bucket on my lap.
You would think the movies, one of the classic locations for public displays of affection, would lend itself to a wild, voyeuristic, don't-tell-my-friends romp in the backseats. Alas, nothing of the sort happened between my sister and me. After all, her friends were right there with us, witnesses to any racy behavior that may have occurred.
I emptied my box of Hot Tamales. In one mouthful I devoured the rest of the spicy, cinnamon candy. My hand bumped into Ashley's when I reached for our soda. She smiled at me as she took a sip from it.
The movie ended with the bad guy blown to pieces in his getaway helicopter. Our group waited for the attendees to evacuate before leaving our seats. We trekked to the mall's front plaza for a final round of quality time together.



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 - Forcely Fucked In Trial Room - Husband’s Roommate - Oh….Ashley (Running)



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Oh….Ashley




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"Jesus, that has to be a two-hundred feet drop." "Two-hundred and fifty-two, to be exact." "Oh my gosh, I love that ride." "Me too! I rode it six times in a row the last time I went there." "Aww, that picture is a cute one. Nicole looks so much older now." "Yeah, totally. She needs to start shopping with us soon."
Under the protection of two palm trees, Ashley shared with her friends photos of our day at Six Flags. The photos actually belonged to Nikky, since it was her digital camera we used (yes, the twelve year-old has a fully functional digital camera), but she allowed Ashley to borrow them for the night. Ashley's friends had photos of their own to share from their vacations, but for some reason they found Ashley's to be the most interesting. I couldn't really tell why from where I stood. The bench they sat on was large enough only for the four of them, so I kept myself preoccupied at the water fountain in the middle of the plaza.
The fountain was a dancing water show. In a circle forty feet in diameter were dozens of holes in the ground that shot up jets of water at varying heights in a synchronized manner. The show would astound shoppers with its dazzling patterns and colors, courtesy of spotlights surrounding the fountain. The attraction was popular with the younger crowd, and though it was close to midnight, there were still a few children playing in the water.
"Big brother, can I ask you for another favor?"

I turned my ear to the delightful voice. Before my eyes could catch sight of Ashley, her arms were around my midriff.
It took all of my willpower to keep my hands to myself. Behind my sister were her friends, watching us with suspicious smiles. "Um, what can I do for you, sis?"
"The girls don't believe me when I tell them I'm ready to take my driver's test."
"Do you want me to tell them how good you really are?"
Her fingers massaged my back. "No, not tell them. I want to show them."
"Oh, I get it. You want me to let you drive us home."
Her fingers drifted lower. "Yup, exactly. So can I?"
"I don't know... it's really late and you shouldn't be driving in the dark."
Metal chimed behind me. "Well, it's either I drive us home..." She stepped backward. "...or no one does."
Oh man, I couldn't believe I fell for it. I padded my pockets, hoping the key ring hanging off her pinky finger wasn't really mine, and the dinosaur key chain on it was just a shoddy imitation of the one I had since I was eight. I felt my wallet: check. Cell phone: check. Dirty, crumpled up napkin: check. Keys... no check. I was foolish to think otherwise. Her pickpocketing skills had been used on me once before to nab the very same item. Before I could make any attempt to get my keys back, Ashley dashed past me toward the water fountain.
"Ash, what the heck are you doing?" I shouted.
She ran across the circle, water jets hot on her heels. They erupted as she passed over each row. It was something right out of an action movie, the heroine making it to safety before she could be consumed by a dangerous flood. Ashley stood dry on the other side. She flapped her arms and kicked her feet in a quirky little dance. Her laughter could be heard by the five people remaining in the plaza.
"If you want your keys back, you better come and get it."
I took one step into the circle. The outermost water jet erupted. I jumped away, the tip of my shoe dripping wet. "Ash, come on, don't be like that. I'll let you show off your driving skills to your friends some other time."
"Like in five minutes?"
I tried to memorize the water patterns. "Tomorrow, Sunday, next week. Just not tonight. It says on your permit you're not allowed to drive past midnight."
"It isn't midnight yet."
"It will be by the time we get to my car."
Memorizing the patterns was futile; there was no order to their design. I surmised I had to take the long way around the circle. I ran clockwise, but Ashley did the same. I sped up my pace, but Ashley did the same. I switched directions, but Ashley did the same. A wall of water was constantly between us.
Jeez, she could sure run fast in sandals.
I glanced at her friends. They continued to watch us and chat amongst themselves, their grins never leaving their faces. Three hands waved at me.
I took a deep breath. New plan. The only way I could catch my sister was to run right through the fountain and cut her off. It was only water separating us. No one ever got hurt from too much water. I just had to wait for the exact moment the jets subsided and go for it. I waited five, ten, thirty seconds. Ashley tapped her feet. Her mouth opened in a yawn.
Maybe I could simply wait until she got bored of our little game. Even she had to have had a limit on patience. I glanced at her friends again. None of them appeared to be in any hurry to head home. They were still chatting, still laughing, still having a jolly time together. Ashley must not have really been in a hurry either. Her gestures had been for show. A taunt, a dare.
All I had to do was run across. That was the only thing I needed to do to win this game. It didn't matter whether I was fast enough or not to catch her. She would let me. All I had to do was run across.
I put my left foot in front of my right. I bent my knees, clenched my fists. I watched the jets cease one by one. This was it. It was time to make my move.
The final water column in front of me subsided. I kicked off, sprinting as fast as I could toward my sister. I blazed past a row of geysers. Then another, and another. The possibility of making it through untouched spurred me to run faster.
I passed the halfway mark. The fountain was quiet, void. Not a single jet of water was anywhere around me. Luck was on my side. I smiled at Ashley only ten feet away.
Unfortunately, luck had the poor quality of running out at the worst possible time. As if the god Poseidon himself was pitted against me, the earth trembled under my feet. A sound more terrifying than thunder reverberated in my ears. Water erupted everywhere. It blocked my view of Ashley, lifted me off the ground. My legs flew high above my head. I blacked out on impact.
I could barely hear Ashley shouting my name. Her face, inches from mine, slowly came into view as my eyes opened. She held my hand tightly to her chest, her heart racing. "Bry, are you okay? Oh god, I am so sorry for making you do this. I didn't mean for you to get hurt. It was such a stupid idea. I was just trying to-"
"Sis..." The ringing inside my head faded away. The pain in my back vanished. I looked around. The fountain was still active.
Ashley helped me to my feet. I stumbled backward a few steps, but she held on, squeezing my hand tighter. Water continued to spew around us in a spiral. I calmly opened my palm. She returned my keys. There was no objection when I hugged her against my wet clothes. I absorbed her warmth. Victory was mine. "Babe, I got you now."
Her eyes were lost. "Huh? What are you-"
I picked up her light body and ran. Ran toward the middle of the fountain as the ground quaked beneath me. In a glorious instant water spouted from every hole, soaking us from head to toe.
"Oh my god, what are you doing?" Ashley shrieked. "We're both going to get wet."
"We're already wet, so we might as well have some fun while we're here." I carried her in small circles, making sure not a single inch of our bodies was left dry.
Her squeals soon turned into laughter. I lowered my hands and lifted her higher. My fingers dug into her jeans. She cradled my head and wrapped her legs around me. Her fingers skimmed through my matted hair. I laughed loudly with her.
The wall of water that had once kept us apart now imprisoned us in our own private world. Nothing could have gotten in, nothing could have gotten out. It was only Ashley and me in each other's embrace. It was only our rejoicing that could be heard, our smiles that could be seen, our bodies that could be felt.
At the snap of a finger, our enclosure disappeared. Commands were shouted to me.
"Hey, let your sister go!" "Put our Ashy-girl down!"
Ashley and I turned around. Natalia and Lillian were running full speed at us through the fountain. Water randomly shot up between them and us, but the two girls didn't slow down one bit.
I let go of my sister and braced myself. Natalia pounced onto my back and Lillian tackled me from the side. Ashley refused to be left out and tackled me from the other. I tried to balance myself but it wasn't easy with three wet women clinging onto me.
Alyson yelled from the fountain's edge. "Guys, come on. Get out of there. You guys are making fools of yourselves."
The four of us ignored her plea as we pranced in the water. Alyson had been excluded from our activities already, and she wasn't going to let it happen again. With a grunt and a pout, sans heels and jacket, she rushed headlong toward us.
My sides ached from being tickled nonstop. Their wild movements had me on the verge of toppling over. When Natalia slid off my back and the larger Aly jumped on, I lost my balance and fell to the floor.
But softer this time. The girls managed to free themselves before I could drag them with me. They kneeled around my splayed body in a diamond. Ashley and Alyson were at my sides, Natalia at my head, and Lillian at my legs. The two blondes grabbed my hands and helped me stand up.
The clock overlooking the plaza tolled its bells. The water and spotlights turned off and only the lampposts remained lit. The girls went to collect their bags under the glow of midnight. Lillian passed out tissues so they could wipe away the purple tears streaking down their cheeks. "Never thought I'd be glad to spend extra on waterproof mascara," she joked. "Though this stuff isn't as waterproof as my magazines have advertised."
Their drenched clothing adhered to their youthful bodies. The outline of their breasts, high and firm yet no more than a handful, were evident. Though they were dressed, their wet tops exposed more than their bikinis had.
I turned away and headed to the parking lot. "I'll get my car and drive up to the curb," I told them. "Wait here for me." They each said thanks.
I couldn't let them follow me. Not in the state I was in, anyway. My jeans, heavy from the cold water it had soaked, was unable to keep my erection down.
The foursome were anxiously awaiting me when I pulled up to them. Ashley hopped into the front seat and the other three in the back.
"Oh wow," Natalia said, "thank you so much for the towels."
A few terrycloth towels were laid out in the backseat for them. I had stored the towels in my trunk for emergency clean ups, and I figured helping the girls stay dry so they wouldn't wet my car counted as an emergency. The towels weren't big enough to cover their bodies with, but they were big enough to cover their shoulders.
The friends made small chat on the drive home. For a while they talked only between themselves. Then they started to include me. Asking me if I was busy next week, asking me if I liked to play volleyball, asking me if I wanted to play with them on Thursday. I refused in the kindest way possible. Though I had a great evening, I wasn't sure if I was ready to make this a weekly routine.
"The invitation is always open," Alyson said. She exited my car with Natalia at their house, my towels still around their shoulders. After we exchanged good-byes, I drove off to our next stop.
Lillian hugged my sister through the passenger window. "I'll see you first thing Monday morning for our jog. You're welcome to tag along, Bry." We exchanged another round of good-byes before I drove off to our last stop.
The remainder of the ride was a silent affair. Ashley was shivering in her seat, even with hers and Lillian's towel around her shoulders. She had been exposed to the cold water for much longer than her friends, and it clearly showed. The water must not have affected her right away when we were playing in the fountain, but now that she had time to reflect on the evening, she couldn't ignore it for any longer.
I stepped on the gas pedal a little harder. "When we get home, we're going to get you out of those clothes before you catch a cold."
She turned up the heater. "Okay, I'd like that. I can use some of your personal attention right about now."
We arrived home a minute later and wasted no time in hurrying through the front door. The house was dark and quiet; our parents and Nicole were most likely sound asleep by now. I followed Ashley into the bathroom as she flipped on the light switch.
I locked the bathroom door and set aside her bags. "Let's get you dried up, sis. You're starting to scare me with how much you're shivering. "
Ashley unbuckled her belt and tugged the zipper to her jeans. She tried wiggling the denim down her hips, but the water made it cling to her skin as if it had been glued on. Kneeling in front of her, I pinched the waistline to her pants and gave it a hard pull. Her pants barely budged.
"Harder, Tiger. Side to side."
I stood up and slipped my thumbs into her jeans. Ashley took a deep breath to squeeze in her slim figure--if it was even possible for her to get any slimmer. I pushed one side at a time, scooching her jeans down her hips and thighs in a see-saw motion to her knees. Gravity pulled them to her ankles.
The thin black straps of her panties hung in two diagonals above her hips. They stretched against my thumbs as I lowered them. I dropped to my knees and helped her step out of her sandals, jeans, and underwear. My eyes wandered from her red painted toenails to her toned legs. I traced them to her moist pussy less than a foot away.
The familiar scent of an excited woman tinged my nose. I wetted my lips and moved closer. A pair of fingers in an upside down "v" spread her folds apart, revealing the dark hole leading to her womb. I looked up past my sister's breasts. She was smiling down at me, her right hand squeezing her naked right tit.
"Go on," she whispered. "Lick my pussy."
That was all I needed to hear. I dipped my tongue into her hot sex. A gasp emerged from her lips. Ashley rose onto her toes, her pussy inching higher. I chased it, tasting her deeper. My head was shoved from behind and my nose brushed against her clit. Her juices leaked over my chin.
I planted my hands on each of her butt cheeks. I squeezed, causing her flesh to overflow between my fingers. Ashley leaned back against the bathroom counter. My tongue thrashed within her slick walls. Her breathing intensified. I kneaded her ass. She bucked her hips. I savored her sweet flavor. She moaned in pure ecstasy.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good. Deeper, Tiger, lick deeper." Her fingers slid from her pussy lips to her clit. She rubbed furiously, her nails scratching the tip of my nose. "Squeeze my ass. Make it sting. Be rough with it."
I bore my fingers into her flesh. I squeezed, loosened, squeezed again. I alternated from one ass cheek to the other. Her pussy contracted around my tongue. Her skin turned pink, the color coursing through her system. The heat emanating from her body scorched my hands.
"Fuck yes, eat my cunt. I'm so damn hot for you. I need to cum bad, Tiger. Make me cum for you."
I hoisted her pussy into my face, trapping her labia between my lips. Her folds stretched as I pulled back. My mouth opened, releasing her from my mouth. Her folds remained engorged. I licked in an oval around her pussy. Her skin was soft, velvety. My tongue detoured into her narrow opening. Spit drooled out the corners of my mouth.
Ashley swung her right leg off the ground. The back of her knee settled on my left shoulder. Her pussy opened wider. "Get in there deep, Tiger. Fuck, don't stop squeezing my ass. Harder, rougher. Hurt me. Hurt me just a little."
I manhandled her with my paws, my fingers biting into her ass. Her squeal came out suppressed, her eyes latched shut, her left leg unbuckled. I stiffened my arms to hold her up. She released my hair and stopped abusing her clit. Her hands went behind her, supporting her quivering body on the counter.
My right arm hooked the back of her left knee. Ashley swung her leg over my shoulder. Half of her lay on the counter, half of her on top of me. "Oh god, keep eating me, keep eating my cunt. Don't fucking stop. Fuck, that's feels so good."
Her hips humped against me as I waggled my head. She rode my tongue like a bronco rider, but instead of shouting "yee-haw," she was crying "eat me." My head began to ache from my erratic movements, my knees began to hurt from kneeling on the hard marble floor. But I had no intention of moving away until I was finished. I knew it wouldn't be much longer when I heard her ragged breaths and incessant cooing.
"Oooh my god, your tongue feels so good up my cunt. I can't get enough of this, Tiger. Holy fuck, yes. So close, so close, so... ahhh, fucking yes!"
Her thighs clamped my head still. Searing liquid gushed from her pussy. It surged with so much force it splashed into my nose. I withdrew my tongue and lifted her ass onto the counter. Her juices sprayed over my face. It bathed my lower jaw and streamed down my neck. I dangled my tongue, catching the flow of sweet cum.
Ashley's head banged against the mirror. Bathroom supplies crashed into the sinks beside us. Her hands struggled to find something stable to hold onto. Her body succumbed to wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.
My lips closed over her clit. I sucked on it, triggering another brazen cry from my delirious sister. She convulsed in one long, continuous climax. I flicked my tongue over her pearly nub. The incredible stimulation cut off her sobbing. Her mouth stayed open, but no sound came out. My hands pushed her knees apart. I maintained my suction as she doused my chin with cum.
When her orgasm slowly subsided, I ran my tongue through her slit once more before standing up. I eased her legs down over the counter. Her breasts swelled and her hands lay lifeless at her side. A blurry outline of her upper body was fogged on the mirror behind her. She was seriously that hot.
I wiped my chin with the back of my hand. "God damn, babe, you can really squirt."
"Look at yourself," she huffed. "You're soaked in my cum."
Moving to the side, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It looked as if someone had tossed a bucket of water at me. My entire neck and mouth glistened in her juices.
I stepped in front of my sister with my arms out. She leaned off the glass and hugged me around my neck. I carried her off the counter and lowered her to her feet. Her legs were wobbly. It was impossible for her to stand without my body to lean on.
"It almost hurts to hold you, sis. You're burning up hotter than the sun."
"At least I won't be catching a cold," she weakly giggled.
I fondled the back of her head. "Are you hurt? I heard a pretty loud thump a minute ago."
"No, I'm not hurt. How about you? Does your head still hurt from earlier?"
"I'm fine now. Thanks for asking. Let's just get you cleaned up so you can go to bed. It's all ready way past midnight."
Ashley placed a finger on my lips. "You need to get cleaned up too."
Now able to stand on her own, she grabbed the bottom of my wet t-shirt and stripped it over my head. I watched her fingers slowly unbuckle my belt. Her left hand traversed my inner thigh, stroking the bulge beneath my pants, while her right hand had the dull task of undoing my zipper. She pushed my pants and boxers down at the same time, revealing my erect cock to her glazed eyes. I kicked my legs out of the soggy clump of clothing.
"Come with me," she whispered. Her hand wrapped around my girth as she led me through a glass door to a separate part of the bathroom. The section contained only the shower, about seven by five feet, and space outside it to dry off. She stepped into the turquoise shower stall first and twisted three silver knobs in the wall.
Water cascaded onto her from every angle. The stall had five showerheads: one main portable showerhead and one more at each corner. It was fancy and probably used more water than was necessary, but Ashley and I would never be found complaining.
My sister looked over her left shoulder at me. She beckoned with a finger, giving a come-hither look. I closed the door and approached her from behind. The moment the first spray of water hit my back, I jumped right back out the shower.
"Damn, that's hot."
Ashley turned to me. "I thought you like hot showers."
"I do, but this isn't hot. It's boiling."
She smiled softly. "It'll feel better soon. Come in and join me."
As painful as the hot water may have been, I didn't want to keep Ashley waiting. I entered the shower a second time and let the sprays wash over me. I stood in front of her, face to face, my erect cock the only thing between us. Two jets of water splashed off my back, three splashed off hers.
After a few seconds of letting me acclimate to the heat, she lightly touched my biceps. "Better?"
"Yeah, much better."
She caressed my arms as her focus descended. Her eyes settled on my cock, pointing at her pussy mere inches away. "I'll wash you first," she said, more to my friend than to me.
Ashley stopped caressing my arms. She picked up a bottle of body wash gel and a frilly bath scrub from the shelf embedded in the side wall. Squeezing the gel onto the scrub, she let it soak underneath the water until it bubbled in her hand.
"Turn around, Bry."
I twirled on my heels, the two showerheads closest to me now spraying my face and chest. I felt a hand on my left shoulder as she applied the scrub to the nape of my neck.
My sister lathered my whole backside. The contact was gentle, delicate, so much so that I could have fallen asleep right there in the shower. As the soap washed down my back, I could feel the bubbles streaming over my rear. The tickly sensation made me flex in my muscles. Ashley washed lower, the bubbles in closer contact to my anus.
Her hand came off my left shoulder. She planted it squarely onto my butt. I yelped in surprise. Looking behind me, I spotted Ashley on her knees.
She scrubbed each of my buttocks. "Don't like your ass being grabbed?"
"To be honest, I rather do the ass grabbing around here."
"Then how 'bout I grab something else instead." Ashley moved her left hand between my legs. I looked forward just in time to see her fingers closing around my cock. She stroked it forward and back.
"Damn, that feels so good." I lolled my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the steamy water running down my body and her hand jerking me off.
She continued to wash me while working her magic on my cock. Because the shaft was so slippery, she had almost no friction on it, and her hand pumped swiftly and wildly. The lack of a tight grip kept me from blowing my load in ten seconds.
"Tiger, has your cock been hard the entire night?"
"Just about. You were driving me crazy. All I wanted to do was get away from your friends for even a few minutes so I could have you to myself."
"What would you have done if we were alone?"
"A little bit of what we're doing right now."
Her chipper voice became low and sultry. "Have I been a naughty cocktease?"
The thought of her being a major league flirt was the furthest thing from my mind, but I sure did like the sound of it. "Yes, you were such a naughty cocktease."
Her hand squeezed my cock tighter. "I didn't mean to tease you. I swear I wanted to tear your pants down and suck your cock until you cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste you so bad. It's been almost an entire day since I ate your cum. You like it when I eat your cum, don't you?"
All I could imagine was the visceral image of her lips around my cock while I spurted. "Oh yes, more than anything."
"I was so tempted to do it every time we were alone. Like when were in that dark picture booth. I could have opened your fly and sucked you dry in seconds. I didn't give a damn if someone caught us. I just needed to taste your cum. I love the feel of it on my tongue. It's so hot and sticky... mmm, I can almost taste it all ready.
Remember the chocolate cake we had after dinner? It was good, wasn't it? Well, it doesn't compare to the dessert you've given me. Nothing compares to what you have inside your swollen nuts. Instead of chocolate syrup poured all over the cake, I wished it had been your warm, gooey cum. God, that would have tasted so good. A mile-high chocolate cake covered in white cum. How many loads would it have taken to cover the whole thing? A lot of them, I bet. But if I had a dessert like that, I wouldn't be able to share it with anyone because I'd want it all to myself. I can be selfish sometimes, you know. When it comes to my man, only I get to eat his fresh cum."
"Oh shit," I grunted. "I'm going to-" Ashley immediately released my cock before I could erupt in her hand.
I couldn't believe it--and I still can't believe it to this day. That was the first time my sister had denied me the chance the cum. She had always allowed me to reach my sexual apex whenever I wanted to, even when I felt I had nothing left to give her. But this was unfathomable. It was torture, plain and simple. I wanted to scream at being so close. I even contemplated on using my own hands to finish the task. There was one reason why I didn't do a thing about it: I didn't want to waste my cum by painting the shower wall white.
Ashley spoke in her normal tone. "Turn around, Tiger. Let me wash your front."
I did so while spouting "cocktease."
Her lips curled into a devilish grin while she poured more gel onto the scrub. When it became bubbly again, she stood up to wash my shoulder and pecs. She briskly cleaned my front as if she was in a hurry to get on her knees again.
Once she was kneeled down, my cock stared her in the face. Ashley washed around it, scrubbing my legs and stomach. My cock twitched despite being untouched directly. Evading it, her free hand groped my testicles. She tugged the loose skin of my scrotum a couple times, and then applied the scrub. Her hands bumped into my member as she cleaned my balls.
She moved herself a little closer, my cock head targeting her lips. I resisted the urge to fist my cock to a much needed orgasm. Coating her with my sperm would have been an incredible thing to witness. I would know; I had done it once before. As she continued to wash my scrotum, I could re-imagine the cum streaks on her face from that wonderful night when I gave my sister her first facial. A streak on her lips, another on her chin, a long one across her nose. The image was crystal clear. I could even re-imagine her wiping my cum into her mouth and gobbling it up. Strange how the first night we were intimate ended in such a lewd act. Still, it was something I had wanted to reenact ever since.
I waved my hand across her forehead to brush away the golden strands clinging to her face. She seemed to have enjoyed it the first time. Maybe she would let me do it again. If so, I wanted to get a clear view.
The cleaning on my balls stopped. Ashley gripped my cock in her right hand. Looking up at me, she pulled it down, making the slit point to the floor. Then she released my cock and watched it come dangerously close to hitting her face as it sprung up. She repeated the motion a few times. "Your cock is harder than steel. Look at it bounce up and down. It must have been painful having this thing crammed beneath your pants for so long."
"You have no idea," I mumbled.
She raised the scrub to my cock. Bubbles covered my shaft as she squeezed the scrub around it. "I've been bad, haven't I? Making my handsome brother so hard without any relief. That has to be a sin."
"Oh fuck, the worst kind."
Ashley grabbed my cock in a fist with the scrub between her fingers and my skin. She stroked it to the bright red head, then in reverse to my balls. The scratchy feeling of the scrub was different to that of her smooth hands, but the pleasure she brought me was just as sensational. "I have such a potty mouth, Tiger. That's also a sin, isn't it?"
I was dozing off to an alternate reality. "Very potty. I think we need to wash your mouth out."
Her suggestive tone transformed into that of a demure little girl. "Do you really have to? Please don't wash it with soap. I hear that stuff tastes horrible."
Seeing the sudden reversal in roles, I toughened my voice. I didn't sound much gruffer, but it was a decent start. "I have something else in mind for your dirty mouth." I unraveled her fingers and snatched the scrub from her. Slinging it on the shelf, I let the water wash away the remaining bubbles on my cock.
She gulped. "You're not going to put that big thing in my tiny mouth, are you? It won't fit."
I almost broke the mood by cracking a smile. She was more than skilled enough to handle it, but I played along anyway. "If it doesn't fit in your mouth, I'll make it fit by ramming my cock down your throat."
I noticed her left hand cupping her mound between her legs. "Please don't be rough on me. I'm so sorry, big brother. Please forgive me. From now on I won't tease you unless I'm willing to help you cum. You deserve better than this." She tried reaching for my cock but I blocked her hand.
"No touching. You don't touch anything unless I tell you to." She shook her head. "And that includes your pussy. You can't touch yourself there either, so that means no cumming."
"No, no... please let me touch my clitty. I know I don't deserve it but I am so horny right now. I need to rub it. I need to cum again."
"You'll do what I say if you want me to forgive you. Now be a good girl and stop touching yourself. Tonight, you belong to me." She whimpered the cutest sound while taking her hand off her pussy. "Put your hands behind your back."
She held her hands together over her butt. I went around to observe my submissive sibling. The steamy water rained down on her long hair and face from all directions. Because I no longer protected her from the two sprays in front of her, she had to close her eyes so water wouldn't splash into them.
I circled around her and stopped at her back. I lifted the portable showerhead from its hook and kneeled down. "Hold your hands out behind your back." Ashley leaned forward and extended her arms to me. "Good girl." I tied the showerhead around her hands as a makeshift handcuff. She gasped sharply. Grinning to no one in particular, I looped the showerhead once more over her hands. The hose wasn't as flexible as a real rope, so she could have struggled for a few seconds and it would have loosened on its own. Although I didn't think my sister wanted that to happen.
I tugged on the restraint for added effect. "Lean back again."
Ashley sat upright on her knees. Her legs were stark pink against the white floor. I immediately remembered how uncomfortable it was to kneel for so long. After all, I had done it ten minutes ago.
I whispered into her ear. "I'll be right back."
A baby blue towel awaited me on the wooden rack outside the shower. I grabbed it and re-entered the stall. "Lift your knees up, babe." Helping her squat, I placed the towel beneath her knees.
Ashley eased down onto the soft fabric, her eyes still closed. "Thank you," she quietly said.
I raised her chin and flattened her lips with mine. We may have been doing a bit of role-playing, but I didn't want her to forget I loved her and would always watch out for her.
Still, I enjoyed the direction this was heading and didn't linger on the taste of her lips for too long. I went behind her again and adjusted the portable showerhead, turning the light spray into a concentrated burst. I twisted the middle knob in the wall to shut off the water but left the four corner sprays on. There was about an extra foot of hose from her hands to the showerhead, as well as another six inches of the showerhead itself.
"Spread your thighs for me, babe." Her knees parted. I slid the showerhead between the opening of her thighs from behind, then circled around in front of her. I tugged on the handle, consequently pulling her hands into her butt. "Sit on your heels."
She obediently sat down. "What are you planning to do to me?"
"Shhh, I ask the questions around here." I aimed the nozzle at her pussy and tapped her outer thighs. Her knees closed together, holding the showerhead in place. "What I'm going to do next might be a little jarring, but I know you can handle it. Don't open your legs unless I tell you to, okay?" Ashley nodded, but I wanted to hear her. "That's not good enough, babe. From now on, when I ask you a question, you answer me. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she feebly replied.
I went behind her. "Will you open your legs without my permission?"
"No."
"Good, that's what I want to hear. I think you deserve a little reward." Her head craned from me as I kissed her neck.
"Oooh yesss," she hissed.
My teeth sunk into her supple flesh. I nibbled; first gently, then harshly. Her whimpers were music to my ears. They urged me to proceed lower. I left a trail of teeth marks from her neck to her shoulder. Her skin was hot against my tongue. I could only taste water as I savored her body.
I returned to her neck for one last kiss before getting up. There were still a lot of things that needed to be taken care of before the night ended. Namely my erection.
I placed my left hand on her shoulder. With my right I turned on the shower knob for the portable showerhead. Water could be heard surging through the bathroom pipes. In another second, water erupted from the nozzle between Ashley's legs. It sprayed her clit. Hard.
She screamed at the top of her lungs, not unlike that of her bicycle accident. Her butt rose off her heels, but with my hand holding her in place she couldn't get away from the water striking her pussy. Her deafening scream echoed off the tiled walls, rupturing my eardrums. I cringed. This was not the reaction I had predicted from her. It sounded as if she was getting electrocuted, or pierced by a thousand needles.
I let go of her shoulder and rushed in front of her. She remained on her heels, shouting "oh my god" over and over again. I tried pulling the showerhead away, but her knees were clamping it like a vice. I adjusted the nozzle instead, weakening the jet to a meek spray. My sister stopped wailing loud enough to wake the dead, or worse, our parents. "Oh my god, oh my god..."
I feared I went to far with my unorthodox setup. The idea had sort of just hit me; it wasn't as if I'd ever plotted for the opportunity. When I was tying up her hands, I didn't even expect things to go this far. My plans had a knack of changing against my discretion, and I assumed it would have changed again. Not only that, I didn't expect her to indulge in my perverted fantasy for this long. Talking dirty was one thing, actually being dirty was another.
I pleaded with Ashley to open her eyes; I'd die if she couldn't look me in the face anymore.
Her head rolled backward, her eyes slowly opened. She muttered, "I'm so sorry."
I was flabbergasted. "Sorry? What are you sorry for?"
"I came. I came so fucking hard. Even though you told me I couldn't touch myself, I came anyway. Am I still a bad girl?"
It was almost impossible for me to contain my smile. She was just so damn sexy. It was also a relief knowing I hadn't screwed up our relationship.
Cupping her chin, I tried to get back into my role. It wasn't easy playing the tough guy when I wanted to hug her like a teddy bear. "Yes, you're still a very bad girl. And it seems you still have a dirty mouth. I think it's time I clean it."
"Help me be a good girl. I want you to be proud of me. Teach me a lesson. Do whatever it takes."
I grabbed a handful of her wet hair. With my other hand, I held my cock steady. "Open your mouth for me, babe. I should've done this hours ago. Have you suck my cock dry before I picked up your friends. Maybe I could've had you suck my cock while I was driving to Lillian's house. Give you a big load right before dinner and a movie. I'm sure they would've liked seeing my cum running down your lips when you greeted them. Then they'd know how bad you really are when they smell my cum from your dirty mouth."
Ashley purred and hissed. Her lips deformed into a hellish smile. Fire raged in her eyes. She was lost. Lost between the fantasy of being under my control and the scenario I embedded in her sex-crazed mind. The scenario was just a fantasy to me too, but to her... who knew what she might have done with the thought.
My sister couldn't keep her good and bad girl persona separate any longer. Her words pleaded for redemption, her voice begged for corruption. "Oh god, yes. My friends have no idea how bad I am. They don't know how badly I want cum, how badly I crave cum, how badly I need cum. If they find out how bad I really am, they'd make fun of me forever. My friends are good girls unlike me. Help me be more like them. I want to be good again."
Her mouth wasn't open enough for me to move onto the next phase. "Let me see your tongue. Open up, nice and wide. Good, just like that. Good girl." With her tongue hanging over her chin, she opened her mouth until I could see her tonsils.
Instead of thrusting into her mouth, I turned her head sideway and nudged my cock into her right cheek. Precum leaked onto her skin but was quickly washed away before I could take in the view. Centering her, I traced her upper lip with my cock. More precum leaked from the slit. She moved forward, attempting to engulf my meat. I pulled her hair back to keep her head still, but I couldn't stop her tongue from flicking the underside.
It felt so heavenly, I almost conceded and gave Ashley what she wanted. Finally, after a busy night of making new friends, I had my cock out in the open. Let her take it into her mouth, go to town with it. I had what she needed. It would be easy to let her blow me to an orgasm. I was already on the verge from just the ministrations of her tongue.
But wait a minute. This wasn't right at all; this couldn't be what she really wanted. She wouldn't want me to give in this easily. That would ruin everything we had built up. What she really wanted me to do was fight her for it. "It" being control. Even when she was tied up, she knew she had more control than me. That with just her tongue she could wrap me around her tiny finger. She was taunting me again, daring me again. Just like at the water fountain. Instead of seeing if I had the guts to chase after her, see was seeing if I had the balls to let her chase after me.
Ashley and I understood I was going to cum in her mouth eventually. That was something we both wanted. However, it was only going to happen on my terms, when I was ready for it. I had control this time. It was my turn to set the rules.
Smirking to myself, I turned her head in the other direction and jabbed my cock into her left cheek. Her cheek caved in from the force, but she showed no sign of dislike. Rather, she rolled her tongue into her mouth and pressed it against the inside of her cheek, staving off my cock.
We played a game of tug-o-war, except we pushed instead of pulled. I had the advantage since my cock was rock hard compared to her flexible tongue, but I let her fend me off for the time being. There were more important matters I needed to attend to.
I turned her face to me and slanted her head back. Taking a small step forward, I laid the length of my cock on her face. My shaft rested parallel to the bridge of her nose with my balls on her chin. Her tongue snaked out to lick what she could of me. If she made any sudden movements, or caused me to make any sudden movements, my cock would have poked her right in the eye. "I didn't say you could use your tongue yet."



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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 - Forcely Fucked In Trial Room - Husband’s Roommate - 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 - Forcely Fucked In Trial Room - Husband’s Roommate - Oh….Ashley (Running)



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Oh….Ashley



Update-27



Ashley reclaimed some of her innocence. "I'm so sorry. I try my hardest to follow instructions. I just get carried away sometimes. Your balls taste so yummy, and your cock tastes even better. And your cum... mmm, that's the tastiest of all."
"I see what you mean by getting carried away. Keep your mouth open for me." I aimed my cock at her spread lips. "Tell me why you're a bad girl."
"I'm a cocktease."
"Who have you been teasing?"
"My big brother."
"Is there any other reason why you're a bad girl?"
"Yes, there is. I have a dirty mouth. A very, very dirty mouth."
"And what am I going to do about it?"
"You are going to put your cock in my mouth and wash it out."
"You know what I'm going to wash it out with?"
She hesitated for a moment. "No."
"I'm going to cum in your mouth and make sure get a big, hot load of my thick sperm. You're going to rinse with it and make sure your entire mouth is covered in white. Then when I tell you to, you're going to swallow it all. How does that sound?"
"Sounds like the perfect punishment for a bad girl like me."
"Well done. It's not too late for you to be redeemed after all. Now, before I go on, tell me from the very beginning why we're doing this."
Nothing could have prepared me for the verbal assault that followed.
"I need to be punished because I'm a slutty cocktease who loves teasing the hell out of my hunky brother until he's ready to blow a gallon of hot cum from his hard fuck stick. I'm so naughty, I let him walk around in public for five long hours with a humungous boner ready to rip through his pants and ravage my dirty mouth. I love it when he undresses me with his eyes while he has no chance of unloading his milky cream all over his dear, sweet whore. But my big brother is stronger than I thought and now he has his wanton cocksucker tied up on her knees, ready to give her smutty mouth a good reaming so he could wash it out with a never-ending supply of his yummy, gooey spunk. He's going to make me gurgle his creamy jizz until it froths in my mouth and bubbles out my blowjob lips. But being the good little slut I am, I have to scoop it all back into my mouth so I don't waste a single drop of my master's delicious semen. So hurry and give me your cock. Choke me with it. I'm ready for you, big brother. I want hard cock now. Give it to me, give it to--mmmph!"
Lunging forward, I pulled her head down and slammed my cock into her vulgar mouth. It was a miracle I didn't cum the instant my balls crashed into her chin. I recklessly stabbed her with my meat. She coughed and gagged at the severe penetration, unable to keep her lips closed around me for any longer than a millisecond. Her saliva, drenching my cock, drooled down to my nuts, only to be cleansed by the shower water.
Ashley rolled her tongue out, licking the underside as I drilled into her hot mouth. I sputtered incoherently, grunted in bestial fury. If I had spoken in words, even she would have been offended by the things I wanted to call her. Over and over again my steely rod invaded her wet orifice. Her face turned bright red, her eyes bolted shut. I went faster with my powerful thrusts, giving her the hard cock she so desperately wanted. If sister wanted to be my loving nymph, I was more than willing to treat her like one.
"Oh fuck, close your mouth. Suck on it." She tried to inhale my cock as I slammed into her, but I struck with such force, she couldn't breathe and had to slack her jaw. I stopped my thrusts with half my cock still in her mouth.
"Let me see your lips wrap around my prick." She sealed her lips and sucked hard, like she was drinking a thick milkshake through a narrow straw. "Oooh, that's a good girl. Do you want me to stop your punishment?"
She opened her eyes as she rocked her head side to side.
Relieved she wanted me to keep going, I growled, "Answer me properly. I want to hear you." She mumbled no around my cock. "Use your tongue and lick the tip. Do you like the taste of my precum?" This time she mumbled a distorted yes. "Relax your throat. I want to go in deep."
My sister curled her lips into an obscene smile, her precious face defiled by my cock. I pushed in and felt the barrier protecting her throat. "C'mon, babe, relax for me. Let me get my cock in there."
She re-closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and inhaled. I began to push, holding her head in place with both of my hands. The barrier broke away and I delved a little deeper, entering her throat. With most of my cock in, I stayed still, allowing her to get accustomed to the intrusion. I counted to five, then pulled completely out of her mouth, leaving her panting for more.
"Get ready for it again," I hastily warned.
She repeated her start-up process for another helping of my cock. I pushed into her throat until there was less than an inch of my shaft not enveloped by her lips. I stayed longer this time, counting up to ten. She wheezed and snorted as I retreated, her saliva bridging my cock to her lips. Spying her enlarged nipples, I reached down to give them a pinch.
"Oooh, tweak my nipples," she cooed.
I twisted the pink stubs and tugged them from her chest, her boobs stretching into a cone shape. When I relinquished my grasp, her tits sprung back into position with a small jiggle. I pressed my thumbs against the hard caps, driving them into her flesh. Quivering and moaning, Ashley reveled in the crude treatment I was giving her. I stopped what I was doing and stepped away. Taking three seconds to tilt the showerheads behind me so they wouldn't wash over my shoulders and her face, I grabbed a hold of my shaft.
With her mouth wide open, I returned to my sister and slapped my bulbous cock head onto her lips. "No more holding back. Get ready for all of it."
She licked the precum dribbling onto her lip and hurriedly gulped it down. Opening her eyes, a mix of hazel and red, she sluttishly spat, "Ram your fucking cock down my throat."
God damn, was my baby girl going to get a fierce reaming from me. Before I could slam my hips into her with the force of a freight train, she dove forward and swallowed my entire cock in one mouthful. Her throat muscles clamped around me as her nose depressed into my crotch. Fully inside of her, her tongue was able to lick my bloated balls.
Receding from her face, I gripped her golden hair into two long pigtails, then hammered my cock back into her mouth. One thrust, two thrusts, twenty thrusts. I was unrelenting in my frenzied onslaught. My thickness lodged into her throat, the head secreting oil directly into her stomach. I kept screwing her face--dare I say it, even fucking her face--never taking out more than half my cock. She tried to keep her eyes open, to show me the fervent lust consuming her soul, but the brute force of my thrusts was too much for her. Soon my thrusts came so rapidly, she just kept her eyes shut and concentrated on not suffocating around my shaft. Amazingly, she found a way to breathe in the miniscule second I wasn't blocking her airway.
"Oh shit, babe, I'm going to cum so fucking hard. Do you want to taste my spunk?" I could barely hear Ashley's answer through the sloshing sounds of my oral rape. "Tell me, baby, I can't hear you." Her cry sounded louder but not any clearer. "Answer me. I still can't hear you."
Wildly shaking her head, scraping my cock with her teeth, my sister screamed her muffled answer. "Meeemph!" Whether she wanted it or not, whether she was ready for it or not, I was going to give her the biggest load of cum she'd ever receive.
Dislodging from her throat, my cock laying on her tongue, I exploded from the sheer overload of debauchery and pleasure. The first creamy blast was like a shotgun shell fired at point-blank range, splashing off the back of her mouth and onto my cock head. I fired one thick burst after another, coating her mouth with my syrupy seed. Steadying her head, I emptied my balls until they were nothing more but excess skin. Her jaw brimmed with my spunk, her cheeks puffed like a balloon. My cock became sticky with the massive amount of cum she was storing in her mouth. I bucked my hips, churning the batch of fresh semen into a bubbling mess. Ashley coughed some of my cream out the corner of her mouth, looking exactly like the slutty bad girl she wanted to be.
When I stopped adding to the pool of cum, she fastened her lips around my cock. I slowly pulled out, her lips scraping off the cum pasted on my shaft. I extracted my cock head with a pop, successfully freeing myself without wasting another drop.
My sister tilted her head back as I let go of her hair. Her lower jaw shifted in small circles, like she was chewing on peanut butter. My gelatin knees almost unbuckled from exhaustion. Leaning onto the wall behind me, I thumped my chest to get my lungs functioning again.
"Holy shit," I huffed, "I have never came so much before. That was fucking incredible, sis."
Ashley couldn't answer me with her mouth full of cum. She looked so serene with the water running down her breasts, yet oh-so naughty with her hands behind her back and the portable showerhead still spraying her pussy. When she opened her mouth, I moved closer to get a better look.
As she awakened, I could see my smile reflecting in her eyes. They were no longer red and angry. I pressed my palm to her warm cheek. "That's a lot of cum, isn't it, babe?" My sister smiled the best she could without spilling any. "Rinse your mouth with my cum," I ordered, my voice having lost most of its sternness. "Make it a good show for me."
Ashley did not disappoint. Her mouth opened and she rinsed with my cum like she'd told me she would. Gargling sounds could barely be heard through the thick goo, which soon turned into a foamy, seething fluid. Her tongue was completely submerged in my gunk. Bubbles formed and popped over her lips. Droplets almost escaped out the corners of her mouth. It was "cleaner" than the facial I wanted to give her, but still shamelessly indecent.
I tipped her chin higher. "That's enough rinsing. Ready to swallow?"
My impure sister didn't bother replying. Locking our eyes together, she fastened her lips and swallowed her first morsel of rich cum. Her throat contracted with each additional gulp, a constant stream of batter traveling down to her stomach.
When her mouth was emptied of my cum, Ashley smacked her lips together and let out a satisfied sigh. Her tongue slithered over her lips, making sure not to miss the teensiest drop. Once all of my cum was in her belly, she said in her sweet, teenybopper voice, "Thank you so much for your yummy cum. My mouth feels so clean now. I don't feel like saying bad things anymore. Have I been punished enough? Am I your perfect little princess again?"
"No, not even close." I walked around behind her. "Your mouth isn't dirty anymore but the rest of you still needs to be cleaned." I pulled the showerhead from between her legs and unraveled the knot, freeing my sister from her bond. "Get up and turn around. Let me see your sexy body."
Ashley had trouble standing from having been on her knees for so long. I held her arms and aided her to her feet. Cuddling her to my chest, I whispered, "Are you okay? Should I stop what I'm doing?"
"No, Bry, don't." She spun around to face me, holding my neck in her hands. "I want you to clean me. I don't think I have the energy to do it on my own."
"Okay, Ash, I can do that for you."
She smiled her angelic smile, faultless in purity. The atmosphere in the shower had changed so drastically. It was as if the water was cleansing us of our perversity, leaving only our affection for each other.
Fondling her by the waist, I drew our faces closer together, guided by her hands to her waiting mouth. Our lips touched, her tender flesh akin to feathery pillows. Ashley ran her fingers through my hair. Her moans accompanied her tongue into my mouth. She entwined her tongue around mine, transferring to me to the salty tang of fresh semen. I recoiled at the astonishing flavor, but my tongue had nowhere to hide inside my mouth.
I thought about pushing myself away. On more than one occasion I had briefly tasted my cum in her mouth, though the taste had never been this strong. It was almost too much for me to keep from feeling queasy. Not that I couldn't stomach the saltiness, but I had a mental restraint imposed upon me that I shouldn't be tasting this.
Ashley realized my discomfort and backed away from me. "Maybe I should have rinsed with some water first."
"No, I, um..." Immediately I regretted my unwillingness to do something as trivial as tasting my own cum. Trivial, at least, compared to the other stuff we'd done. My sister had always been eager to partake in whatever sexual act we found ourselves in; it should only be fair I showed the same eagerness.
Instead of finishing my poor excuse, I yanked her body to me. My tongue easily slid between her open lips. Ashley giggled, bringing a smile to my face she couldn't see through our kiss. I explored her mouth, tasting her saliva and the remnants of my cum. This time I didn't flinch from the taste. I just hugged her tighter as her nipples poked my chest. Scooping her butt cheeks, I lifted my baby girl off her feet. Her legs flailed as she broke our kiss, laughing the way she had done so at the mall.
I gingerly put her down and moved an arm's length away, admiring her from the top of her golden hair to her cute wiggly toes. "Ready for a rubdown, babe?"
She arched her back, her breasts on glorious display. "Do you want to wash my front or back first?"
"Front." I didn't want to wait another second to get my hands on her wonderful tits. Snatching the shower supplies from earlier, I got the scrub nice and bubbly with body wash. Starting at her collarbone, I scrubbed to her left shoulder then reversed to her right. In circular motions, I polished down to her breasts.
I washed around her left nipple first. Her lightly-colored areolas, about the size of a quarter, were almost invisible under the current lighting condition. Between all the different bras she owned, not one of them left any sort of mark on her skin. No tan lines, nicks, or scratches. Purely a healthy skin tone throughout. They looked so healthy, I quickly found myself closing my lips around her nipple without any consideration.
"Oooh, play with my titty. Suck it for me, Tiger. A little harder. I want to feel it."
Her instructions were unnecessary, for I was already devouring her soft mound. I felt her hands clasp my head, holding me firmly against her. Licking around her nipple, I occasionally tossed in a hard suck, which never failed to incite an aroused moan. Still savoring her flesh in my mouth, I blindly washed her right breast.
"Mmm, yes... that feels so nice. Clean my titties. Use your tongue all over me. Taste how dirty I am. Use your teeth, too. Bite my nipple. Yeah, just like that. Ow, ow, oh fuck. Don't stop, Tiger, keep doing it. Fuck, you're an animal. Now do it to my right titty."
I gave her breast a farewell kiss before switching to the other one. While I cleaned her abs with the scrub, I carried out a repeat performance of suckling and licking on her tit. Her vivid play-by-play commentary was continuous as I washed her loins. Departing from her breast, I kissed my down her navel until I was on my knees. She let go of my head so I could better admire her pussy, which was pink and engorged from the hot water that had been spraying it during my blowjob. I washed her legs and her outer pussy lips, keeping my eyes on her sex the entire time. With her skin smelling of green apples, I stood up.
There was a pout on Ashley's lips. "What's wrong, sis? Didn't I do a good job of cleaning you?"
"Yes, I suppose..." Her voice trailed off as she turned around. She whisked her hair away, exposing smooth skin from her neck to her heels. "Okay, backside now."
I poured extra body gel onto the scrub and meticulously rubbed it down her shoulders to the deep curvature leading to her butt cheeks. Her hips flared from the slimmest part of her waist in a slender hourglass shape, her butt flared from her lower back in two perfect spheres. I squeezed the scrub over her spectacular ass, watching the bubbles cascade down her shapely legs.
As the bubbles ticked her anus, Ashley flexed in her muscles. She giggled softly and leaned forward, placing her palms on the shower wall, her butt protruding outward to me. Her ass looked bigger and more spectacular with her bent at the waist. I dropped the scrub and settled my hands on each cheek.
My sister peered over her right shoulder to me. "Brian?"
I kneaded her rotund flesh. "Yes, sis?"
"Do you agree with what Alyson said earlier tonight?"
The only thing I could think about at that moment was Ashley's ass. Any prior event was lost on me. "Agree with what?"
"When we were showing off our swimwear, she said I have a nice ass. Do you really think so?"
"Nope, you don't have a nice ass." She frowned, her eyes showing definite signs of confusion. "You have a great ass," I clarified. "The most perfect ass in the world."
Her frown disappeared. "I never thought my ass was very big."
"It isn't huge if that's what you mean, but it is very smooth and curvy. I can get a handful of it too, so that's a bonus."
"Do you think my ass is my best feature?"
"No, it's not your best feature." There was no confusion in her eyes this time; she may have thought I was kidding again. "Ashley, you have the most beautiful face. If I were to describe to my friends how gorgeous you are, I'd go on for hours talking about just your facial features. I'd tell them every little detail, from your cute button nose to the adorable dimples in your cheeks when you smile. As stunning as your body is, it's always your face that catches my eyes first. No one will ever look like you, so I want to admire your face for as long as I can, whenever I can. Though if it makes you feel any better, your ass comes in a very close second."
Ashley blushed substantially. "You're such a sweet talker." She stepped in place on her toes, her butt swaying. "Now get down on your knees and finish what you started."
I gave her ass a light slap. "Yes, ma'am!"
Now was as good a time as ever to get acquainted with my sister's rear. Using the towel to cushion my knees, I sat down to eye level with her rosebud. I hurriedly cleaned the back of her legs, going over them once, and cast my attention to my prize.
While I pulled her left cheek to the side, Ashley reached behind to pull her right. Presented to me was the dark pinkish rim of her anus, possibly more virgin than her pussy. Whereas my tongue and plenty of fingers had taken refuge inside her womb, her ass was, at least to my knowledge, untouched by anything but water and toilet paper.
I had to find out if that was really the case. "Ash, has anything ever been inside your ass?"
Surprisingly to me, the question seemed to have surprised her. She tripped over a few syllables before plainly saying, "No... nothing."
Her answer encouraged me. I may have been late to pop her cherry, but my sister was still very chaste when it came to actual sex. I quickly came to a resolution: to deflower her untapped anus before the night ended. And what better place was there to deflower her dirtiest hole than in the cleanest, most private room in our whole house.
I wasted no time in dabbing the shower scrub between her butt cheeks. I squeezed it in my hand while rubbing up and down her crevice. Her anus clenched shut from the bubbles daring to seep into her.
When the scrub produced nothing more than water, I set it aside and looked around for the portable showerhead I had carelessly left somewhere. The apparatus was pointlessly shooting at the wall behind me, and I nabbed it to make better use of the water. Aiming the nozzle at her butt, I cleaned her with a direct spray. Despite our hands holding her cheeks apart, her muscles tensed, blocking passage to her anus.
"Ash, relax your body. It's only water."
"I know, but it tickles so much. I can't help it. Why are you cleaning inside of my butt anyway?"
I disregarded her question; she'd understand in a minute. "It's mind over matter, babe. Just concentrate on anything but what I'm doing and you won't squeeze your butt in."
She smiled down at me with my face hidden behind her bum. "How do you know that?"
"That's how it always is with these things." Easier said than done, of course, since I hadn't been effective in putting that idea in practice. First when she cleaned my butt, second when I tasted my cum in her mouth.
I aimed the nozzle at her rosebud again. Her hole closed in just as quickly, but as I held the showerhead still, it slowly opened. "Babe, can you hold your butt apart for me and bend down more?" Not bothering to ask why, she did as I instructed.
With my hands free I cranked up the strength of the water burst. My sister immediately felt the difference. "Oh god, what are you doing?"
For a second I thought about stopping. "Does it feel uncomfortable?"
"No, it's... okay. It sort of feels funny. What are you trying to do?"
Calmly I replied, "Trying to clean you from the inside out."
"But why are you--oooh..."
I pushed my left forefinger into her wet pussy. "'Why am I' what?" I asked, pumping my digit to the knuckle.
"Why are you... ahhh fuck."
I crooked my finger and spread her pussy open. "No more talking. I promise you'll enjoy this."
Believing her anus was clean enough for what I wanted to do next, I set aside the showerhead and inched my face toward her rear. Steadying my finger inside her pussy, I penetrated her ass with my tongue.
"Ah shit. What are you... holy fuck, I can't believe you're licking my ass."
Her sphincter only allowed the tip of tongue to enter her narrow opening, but that didn't discourage me in my efforts to set her off. To make up for my inability to fully enter her ass, I finger fucked her pussy with renewed intensity. I swept my tongue across her anus while strumming her clit between my right fingers.
"Oh god, don't stop, don't stop. This feels so good. Fuck my pussy, rub my clitty, tongue my ass. Oooh, what are you doing to me, Tiger? Stick another finger in my pussy. Yesss, that's what I want to feel. Now a third one. Fuck my pussy with another finger. Ah shit, that's a good boy. Do you like the taste of my asshole? Does it taste dirty? Oh fuck... oh fuck... I'm going to... ahhh fucking yes!"
In less than a minute, my kindling sent jolts of orgasmic pleasure through every fiber of her being. Falling forward, my sister wailed at the tiled wall, jutting her ass into my face. Her pussy tightened around my fingers. Cum, hotter than a burning light bulb, flooded out. I pulled away, replacing my fingers in her pussy with my tongue. I thirstily lapped her heated juices.
The change in sensation startled my climaxing sister. Her butt pushed against me, almost knocking me onto my back. I held her waist to pacify her shuddering body, and to give me something reliable to hold onto.
It was difficult to tell when her orgasm truly stopped and how much of the liquid I was drinking was merely water. As I moved away from her ass, the shower washed my face of her fluids.
Ashley tiredly lifted her limp body. "Wow... I can't believe you did that."
"Why not? I like to get down and dirty every once in a while."
"I didn't think you'd be comfortable with doing something like licking my ass."
"I'll admit the idea freaked me out a little at first, but if you're willing to try new things, then so should I."
Ashley giggled under her breath. "So, did you enjoy it?"
"Yeah, loved it. It helps that you have such a nice, firm ass for me to bury my face in."
"You said I didn't have a nice ass."
"You have a great, firm ass," I corrected. "I can't believe you actually came, though. Especially that quickly."
"Well sorry, mister," she sarcastically replied. "It was pretty wild the way you licked my ass while you fingered my pussy and frigged my clit. My body can't handle all that at the same time."
My ego swelled at her words. "Maybe, but I thought your clit might have been too desensitized to be so excitable. From the showerhead, I mean."
"It sort of is desensitized. I really can't feel much from it."
"Oh, so I broke your pussy?"
Ashley played along. "Yes, you sure did. Now how am I supposed to get any sexual satisfaction?"
"I have a backup plan for an emergency like this. Worked once already, didn't it? Pull your ass apart for me."
She stayed against the wall for another minute before regaining the energy to pry her cheeks open. I prodded her anus with my right index finger. Her muscles reactively tightened. Unlike with the water spray, I could push my way in, and I slowly inserted my finger up to the first joint.
"Oooh wow, keep going, Tiger."
Her tightness practically squeezed the blood out of my finger. Pushing to the second joint, I feared I may get stuck in her ass. I could have seen the headlines already: "Firefighters Remove Boy's Finger from Sister's Butt." Though it may need to be shortened a little bit.
"Oh fuck," she gasped. "All the way in, all the way in."
Inserting another inch, I was as far in as my finger could reach. I curved and twisted my finger, loosening her cramped passageway.
"Holy fuck, I can feel you moving inside my ass."
"Does it feel good?"
"Oh god yes. Hurry up and stick another finger in there."
I honestly didn't think I heard her right. "What do you want me to do?"
"Stick another finger up my ass. I can take it."
Guess I heard her right after all.
Strenuously pulling out to the first joint, I lengthened my middle finger and tried to fit it in with my forefinger. I wiggled my digits against her anus, and slowly yet surely I managed to cram them both inside, all the way to the knuckle.
Ashley humped herself against my hand. In staggered breaths, she panted, "Ah fuck, my ass is getting so stretched. Pump your fingers into me. Oh, oh, just like that. In and out, in and out. God damn, that feels amazing. Stick another finger in me."
Another one? She just had her first sampling of anal penetration, now she was going the full distance.
"Okay, babe, I'll try. If it hurts, tell me and I'll pull out."
"It already hurts a little, but it hurts so good."
Man, was she a sexy lil' minx.
I partially withdrew. Extending my ring finger, I tried to squeeze it through her rear, but as much as she stretched her ass, and as hard as I pushed, I couldn't fit a third finger inside.
"You're tight as heck down here, sis. Maybe we should try this again another time with lube or something-"
"No," she snapped. "Right now. No more waiting." Taking matters into her own hands, she spread her legs apart, bent down lower, and nearly ripped her ass open as her fingers clawed into her cheeks. "C'mon, Tiger, do it. Stick another finger in there."
I gulped my mouth dry. Despite having been in the sauna-like humidity for so long, my temperature must have risen another ten degrees, and if it weren't for the hot water flowing over me, I may have actually been sweating.
Bent at the waist, feet spread well past her shoulders, Ashley was presenting to me the most mouthwatering, cushiony piece of ass I'd ever laid eyes on. Her spherical curves, forming two hills that dipped into a crevice, made her marvelous butt appear in the shape of a succulent, ripe peach. A peach that she wanted me to split wide open with not just a finger or two, but with three. Needless to say, my cock was more than fully erect and capable of causing serious harm if I didn't watch where I swing it.
She interrupted my pondering. "What are you waiting for? Do I have to do it myself?"
As tempting as it may have been to let my sister personally finger her own ass, doing it myself was even more so. "No, that won't be necessary. I take back what I said about your ass, though. You don't have a great one." Standing up from my strained knees, I held her waist and rammed my ring finger against her pucker, unintentionally pushing her forward. The finger squeezed in with the first two, causing her to yelp and nearly jump into the air. "That's because you have an extraordinary ass."
"Holy shit, I feel so damn full. My asshole is completely stretched."
"Yeah, I can see that."
Ashley wasn't exaggerating in the least. One finger was enough to make her look stuffed, but three made it look like she could have broke in half. Very, very cautiously, I pistoned my fingers in and out of her ass.
She let go of her cheeks and prepped her palms on the wall, and then turned her head to watch my fingers. Her face contorted into a dozen awkward grimaces. Pain, pleasure, shock, solace, her emotions swapping back and forth every second. Gradually the pressure around my fingers diminished. Her ass shimmied as I punctured her hole. Her expression stabilized to a tranquil grin.
After a few more thrusts, Ashley started to react to me. As my fingers slid into her, she pushed her ass against my hand, and as my fingers retreated, she pulled away. We continued with this rhythm, increasing in vigor every time we collided into each other.
Eventually my thumb and pinky began to cramp from being bent for so long. I pointed the last of my fingers out, and quickly came up an idea to put them to use. Holding my hand vertically, I aimed my pinky at her pussy. On the next full penetration, my pinky slipped right in.
A gunshot went off in my head. Like a car going full throttle over the starting line, I raced to set my sister on a crash course to another orgasm. Pinching her left nipple with my other hand, I pounded my fingers into her pussy and ass. Slap after slap, flesh against flesh, I penetrated both her holes with savage ferocity.
I thought I had seen, and heard, the limit to Ashley's hysteria when she has an orgasm, but I was dead wrong. She belted out a tremendous scream capable of shattering every glass in the neighborhood. Her powerful lungs sustained her high-pitched yell for what seemed like an eternity. But I refused to let her lose her voice in peace.
I sped up my thrusts. Her body rocked uncontrollably between the wall and me. Ashley came hard, harder than I had ever seen. Cum squirted from her pussy like a fountain. It looked as if she was peeing, but maybe it just seemed that way because of the shower water. Her body convulsed violently as her shrieking abruptly ceased, but her mouth remained open, screaming a deaf scream.
When Ashley stopped trembling from her orgasm, I slumped away from her red ass, almost tripping on the showerhead. She declined to her knees, panting heavily. With breaths louder than hers, I put away the shower supplies and turned off the water. The glass doors of the stall were entirely fogged up. I opened them, noticing the wall separating the bathroom was too.
I kneeled beside my baby sis. "Can you get up?" Her head leaned against my shoulder. I took as an indication she couldn't and aided her to a small stool outside the stall. "Let's get you dried up, babe."
Using a yellow towel, I softly dried her golden hair to the scalp, being careful not to give her an unwanted noogie. Her eyes followed my hands as I dabbed the towel over her flushed face and body. She held her arms up so I could dry beneath them, and then stood up so I could finish off with her legs. She thanked me as I dried myself with a different towel.
Once I was finished, I wrapped the towel around my waist, a noticeable bulge in front. Ashley wrapped hers around her chest. Her towel didn't reach low enough to cover her loins.
We scooped our clothes from the floor and headed out the bathroom. A small wooden clock in the hallway let me know it was past one o'clock.
I assumed the night was over and kissed Ashley on the cheeks outside her bedroom door. "Good night, Ash. I'll see you first thing in the morning."
"Wait." She gripped my wrists. "Let me get dressed and I'll come to your room."
It had been a while since we slept in the same bed, and although our whole family would be home the following morning, I really wanted Ashley in my arms that night. "Okay, I'll be waiting."
We quietly parted paths and entered our respective rooms. I tossed my laundry into a basket, hopped into my Kermit boxers, and waited in bed for my sister to arrive.
She knocked on my door three minutes later.
"Why'd you knock, sis? My door is open."
"Habit, I suppose." She locked the door and tiptoed across my carpeted floor to my bed.
In the minutes we were apart, Ashley had forgotten to get dressed in anything appropriate. Instead, she was more naked than when she was in the hallway. Her towel was wrapped around her hair and a pair of fuzzy pink rabbit slippers were at her feet.
"You call that getting dressed?"
"It's dressy enough." Laying to my left, she pulled my blanket over her, though left her breasts on display. "Why are the lights off?"
I moved onto my hip so I could gaze down on her. "You want to sleep with them on?"
"Of course not, but I'm not ready to sleep yet. Are you?"
"No, I'm not either," I yawned.
She slapped me lightly on the shoulder. "Then what was that?''
"What was what?"
"You just yawned."
"Oh. Maybe I am a little sleepy. But if you're not ready to sleep, then what did you have in mind?"
"Talk."
"Talk? I guess I can stay up a little longer." I illuminated my room with a dim orange glow. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I want to thank you."
"For popping your anal cherry? I should be thanking you. It was a lot of fun."
"Not that, you dork. I meant earlier, with my friends. You were fantastic this evening. Thank you so much for everything."
"I should be thanking you for dragging me out of the house. I had a great time with you and your friends. They're fun girls to hang out with."
"They'll appreciate hearing that."
"I have to admit, when I first saw them, I thought they were the stereotypical popular girls who ruled high school with an iron fist. But it didn't take me long to realize that, since you're friends with them, they must be really good people, or else you wouldn't give them the time of day. Tonight, I got to confirm how cool they really are."
Ashley smiled at my observation. "They'll appreciate hearing that too, although we're not as popular as you think."
"I find that hard to believe. Guys should be falling head over heels for you and your friends. None of the girls I can remember from high school could match the beauty of your little group. You four should be getting asked out on dates left and right."
"We get asked out pretty often, and we know we're attractive; we've seen how guys look us. It's just that, we're not cheerleaders, athletes, or presidents of any clubs. People see us around campus and wonder what our names are, but we don't have any sort reputation to uphold. We're just four teenagers trying to survive high school, and now that those years are over with, we want to make the most of the summer before heading off to the real world."
"The real world isn't as exciting as it seems. I'm two years into it and look where I am now, chatting with my sister in my bedroom."
Ashley beamed a more cheerful smile. "Yeah, you're probably right. You'll be around to help me, won't you?"
"You know it. Just say my name and I'll come running."
"Goodie, because I'm going be saying your name a lot, mostly in ways mommy and daddy wouldn't want their dearest princess to."
My sister teased me more about what we were doing behind our parents' back. I didn't have the heart to tell her about mom's suspicions from a few nights ago when I overheard mom and dad commenting on her intriguing selection of underwear. Regardless of Ashley's playful remarks, our parents weren't quite as oblivious to her adulthood as she may have believed.
When she exhausted all her jokes about the two people who gave us life, she returned to the topic of her friends. "Do you remember what Aly asked you earlier?"
"You girls asked me a lot of questions, especially her. Which one was it? If it's about a certain body part of yours, you already know what my answer is."
"No, dummy, the one at dinner. She asked you which of them you'd want to go out with."
"Oh. That question." Even after hearing about it a second time it still surprised me. "You know the answer to it."
"Um, I don't think so. You got along great with all of my friends and I can tell they're very fond of you."
"It doesn't matter what I think of them or what they think of me 'cause it's only you I want to be with."
"Bry, as romantic as that sounds, I really want to know. I don't think Aly was including me when she asked that, on the account of us being siblings."
I thought about it for a moment, although not really the question itself. "At this point it's a coin flip. There's something to like about each of your friends, but I don't know any of them well enough to favor one over the other."
"It's going to be tough to flip a coin for three choices."
"It's a figure of speech," I chuckled. "Why are you so curious anyway? I thought you said you didn't care about my dates and crushes."
"No reason. I guess your curiosity is rubbing off on me." She stared at my ceiling while pulling the blanket over herself.
That same curiosity had me wondering what was so interesting about my ceiling. The following minutes were silent as I stared alongside her.
It was Ashley who broke the calm. "So, have you thought about which one of them you'd want to go out with yet?"
"No... I haven't. And that's not what I've been thinking about. This isn't schoolyard curiosity that's coming from you. There's a real reason why you're asking me, isn't there?"
She became quiet again.
I sprung up from my pillow. "A-ha, so there is a reason, and I think I know what it is. Tonight wasn't just a play date for your friends and me. Uh-unh, it was much more than that. Tonight was a test. A test to see if I would stay devoted to you while being surrounded by other attractive girls. Letting me check out your friends in bikinis, seeing if I could keep up with them at rock-climbing, having no objections when they invited me to do things. That's why you're asking me who I would want to go out with. To see if I would even think about dating someone else. That's the reason, right?"
Ashley gave me the most confused look I had ever seen.
I sensed I was ice cold. "That's not the reason, isn't it?"
"Tonight... was a test." Her towel fell from her hair as she sat up, as did the blanket from her breasts. She grasped my hands tightly in hers. "But it wasn't for you. It was for me."
This was a strange turn of events. "I don't understand. How was tonight a test for you?"
She nibbled her lower lip in that dramatic pause that always signaled something important. Her fingers meshed around mine, her thumbs bore into my palms. It was as if she was reading me through my hands. "Do you ever get the feeling that our love for each other isn't... complete? That because we already love each other as family, we haven't been able to really fall in love?"
"No, I can't say that I have. What are you getting at?"
Her fingers quivered. "I need to know if the love I have for you is real love. And I don't mean brother-sister love, but pure, unconditional love."
"I... I still don't.... Are you trying to tell me that right now you don't love me as more than your older brother? As just family?"
Ashley spoke quickly, panicky. "No, no, no, that's not what I'm trying to say. I do love you more than that, so much more than you can imagine. I wouldn't have confessed my feelings to you if there wasn't more to it. It's just that I have never been in love before. I need to make sure the love I have for you is the kind we both want. That our sibling bond isn't disguising what we should truly feel for each other. I love you hugely as my brother, but I don't want that kind of love to fill in the gaps for what real love should be about.



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 - Forcely Fucked In Trial Room - Husband’s Roommate - Oh….Ashley (Running)



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Oh….Ashley



Update-28


I think of real love as a puzzle. Have all the right pieces together--like trust, and honesty, and sincerity, and compassion--and you'll have a beautiful picture of two people destined to be together. We already have most of the pieces; that's why I can confidently say I love you as more than my brother. But what if some of those pieces don't belong to that puzzle? What if they belong to a different one, like a puzzle of two siblings playing tag in the backyard. We can try to make those pieces fit, but it won't be the same thing. It won't be complete, true love. Does this make sense to you, Brian?"
Somehow I understood everything she was telling me, though that didn't mean I liked what I was hearing. How could she still have doubts about us? After all this time, after everything we had been through, I thought what we were feeling was true love. Only she could have made me feel the way I did, and I couldn't imagine spending my life with any other girl. I knew Ashley felt the same way about me, but what if she was right about this? What if our sibling love was substituting in the missing traits required for true love? How would we even know?
"I think I understand what you're saying, Ash. I don't I like it, and I wish you can just forget about it, but... I understand. The idea that maybe we cheated in this relationship because we're already brother and sister never crossed my mind. But don't you think that instead of it being an advantage, it's a disadvantage? I mean, what we're doing, what we're feeling, it isn't natural. It shouldn't be natural. If you ask me, it has to be true love for us to be willing to take such risks, to go against what we've been led to believe. I'm sure everyone else looking in on us, once they get past the sibling thing, would think we had one hell of an obstacle to overcome.
When I became old enough to realize kissing wasn't so disgusting anymore, I never dreamt the girl I'd fall in love with would be my own sister. I've had a crush on you and all, but it wasn't something I believed would ever develop beyond that. The way we fell in love wasn't what I'd seen in the movies. We didn't bump into each other in the middle of the street and it was love at first sight. We spent eighteen years together to develop these feelings; love didn't hit us out of nowhere.
Maybe you're right. That because we're related by blood, we haven't developed a complete, romantic relationship. But even if we've met as strangers, it'll still take time to fully develop a feeling as complex as love. It doesn't happen in one night, or in one week. Heck, maybe not even in eighteen years. All I can really say for sure is that I am prepared to do whatever it takes, for however long it takes, to make this work. You and I both know how much a single night could change our lives, and if you ask me I think we've gone pretty far in just a week. Imagine where we'd be in a month from now."
I held my sister's hands together, cherishing them as the most precious treasures in the universe. If words failed to make her understand me, then by golly I'd make her understand through physical touch. She had tried to read me through my hands, now I was making it as clear as day for her. "Ash, does this make sense to you? Do you underst-"
"Yes, I do." Ashley threw herself at me, our arms flailing to our sides. She steered us onto my pillow, her body landing on top. "I understand you, everything you've said." She peppered my face with light kisses. I waved my head to meet her lips but couldn't reach them with her hands holding me in place. To her it must have looked like I was trying to avoid her feathery kisses instead, and she peppered my face with even more.
The last kiss was on my forehead. "I can't believe how complicated this is, Bry. I thought that once I took the first step and shared my feelings with you, everything would fall in place, everything would click and we'd be a happy couple. Now I'm realizing this roller coaster ride has just begun."
I was starting to realize that too. "Do you regret us doing this so soon?"
"No, never. I only regret not doing this sooner." Ashley pulled my blanket over us, leaving solely our faces visible. Her nipples against my bare chest, however, reminded me of our state of undress. "I'm so sorry for bringing this up. It probably wasn't the best thing to talk about after we did in the shower. Now you're bummed out and won't be able to get any sleep."
Always with that sincerity of hers. "Don't say that. I'm the one that should be apologizing; I shouldn't have nagged it out of you. That's what happens when I ask too many questions. But it's weird, though; I'm not bummed out at all. In fact, I'm kind of motivated."
"Moti... vated? Why?"
"Well, if you think we're missing some pieces to real love, then it just means I have to find those pieces and finish the puzzle. Next Friday is our date and I don't want you to have doubts about us during our special night. I promise I'll have the puzzle finished by then. I'll show you what we have is real. Starting this second, it'll be my goal to make you understand that."
"How can you be so sure? Have you ever been in love?"
"I'm in love right now. I know I am and I'll make sure you know it too."
She merrily shook her head. "Okay, I'll take your word for it. I trust you even more than myself."
"Do you trust me because of sibling love or because of real love?"
"Real love. I don't think I could've trusted you with what we did in the shower if it was the other kind."
"Good, so that one's piece of the puzzle I don't have to worry about."
Ashley laughed softly.
"Hey, a smile. That's what I want to see more of. We'll be fine, babe, I promise that. There's no reason to let these worries bring us down. We'll have time to work things out. As long as we take the time to open up and understand each other, we'll be able to handle anything that comes our way."
"Yeah, you're right, Bry. I'll spend a lifetime trying to make this work if I have to. You're the only one I want to be with. As good as everything is right now, I know there's more waiting for us. I don't want to settle for anything less than all we can truly feel for each other."
"Me neither. If I'm going to love my baby girl right, I want to love her with everything I have." With a tender kiss on her nose, I sealed away her concerns for another night. She nestled her head in the warmth of my chest.
There was still one thing I didn't understand: how was tonight's play date supposed to have been a test for my sister? I thought about asking her but quickly decided against it. As much as I wanted to help her deal with this, especially after what we had just discussed, this sounded like something she had to figure out on her own. Someday she may have wanted to tell me, but until then I would rather focus on more important issues, like where do we go from here.
"Sis, to make this a little easier on me for next week, what other pieces can we confirm are a part of real love?"
Her face rose up from my chest with a recognizable twinkle in her eyes. "Hmm, there is one very important piece that I know is real." The blanket stirred as Ashley moved off me. Hands groped my lower half until the waistband of my boxers were pulled away. Those same hands fondled my balls and gripped my cock, which hadn't completely shrunk since the shower. "I think it's my favorite piece: sex."
Nothing could put a hamper on her appetite for bedroom fun. "You know what, babe? That's my favorite one too."
She shrugged the blanket off us and tugged away my boxers. My cock twitched excitedly between my legs. Moving closer, she aimed the slit straight up. "Does this thing ever stay less than partially hard?"
The simple fact my sister was naked meant I would be in a constant state of arousal. "Not since last week. Did you expect me to be soft with you topless in my bed?"
Her tongue lapped the drop of precum that oozed out. "After that blowjob, I thought you might be worn out. I know my mouth is."
"Was I too rough?"
"You weren't rough enough."
My cock stood tall and proud. "How much did you enjoy what we did in the bathroom?"
"A lot. It was kind of neat being used like that." Her lips combined to kiss the underside.
"'Neat' isn't the word I would use to describe it, and 'used' is such a strong word. It makes sound like I was degrading you."
Her tongue curled around the base and licked to the top, lapping another dose of precum. "I don't think it was degrading at all. It's actually kind of flattering."
"Flattering?"
Two of her fingers disappeared inside her leaking pussy. "Yeah, that I can turn someone as shy and dorky as you into a commanding sex fiend. You should be flattered too. It's not every handsome guy I see that makes me want to do naughty things. Like worship their cock."
For one day I wished I could have seen the world through her eyes. It sure would have been a lot brighter.
I settled with watching her fingers saw in and out of her cleft instead. The world through my eyes was pretty bright too. "Ashley, what did I tell you earlier about touching yourself."
Her fingers stopped moving. "That I couldn't?"
"That's right. The night isn't over yet so you still belong to me."
She painfully pulled her hand away, though kept her grip on my cock.
"Now move your cute little butt up here and let me have a taste of you again."
Her grimace flipped to an elated smile. She crawled up to me and turned around so I could get an eyeful of her butt and pussy. Swinging her leg over my head, she lowered herself to my mouth.
I licked her folds once before she asked, "Can you stick your fingers in my ass again?"
If she could have seen how big my smile was at that moment, she would have warned me my face was going to get stuck that way. "Sure thing, babe." I sucked on my right forefinger, getting it wet and slippery, and poked it into her butt. There was a bit of resistance as I entered her anal ring.
"Mmm, that's nice," she mewled.
Deliberately I pumped my digit in and out. Her body swayed to and from me in a gentle motion. I felt her breath on my cock head as her tongue flittered over it.
With the practice I had been getting on eating pussy, my tongue was automatic in the way it circled around her ripe labia, occasionally roaming inside to taste the sweet honey only my darling could produce. I concentrated on the finger in her ass, making sure it slid in as effortlessly as possible.
From the other end, my cock was getting a warm bath in her saliva. She didn't take the length into her mouth, but she did allow her saliva to flow messily onto it, and between licks she would pelt my cock with thick wads of spit. My scrotum and thighs were the unintended targets of a few projectiles.
On one instance, she paused to tell me, "Use another finger. Put two inside me."
I wetted my middle finger and shoved it into her butt alongside my forefinger. Her anus expanded to accommodate twice the width.
Ashley's breathing quickened. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhh that's tight."
"Do you want me to pull out?"
"Leave it in, leave it in. Twist your fingers, stretch me open."
I swiveled my fingers like they were a screwdriver, except I could only spin my wrist one-eighty before having to reverse. The tautness of her anus was immense; I had to use all my strength to move my fingers inside of her.
As I probed her ass, I set aside her petals with my tongue and tasted the pink flesh inside.
"Mmm yes, that's a good pussy-licker. I love you so much, Tiger. I'm always so hot for you. Lick my cunt, make me cum. Oooh shit, that's the spot. Right there, right there. Don't stop screwing me with your fingers. God damn, this feels so heavenly. You always know how to make me cum so fucking hard. I wish I could give blowjobs as good as you eat pussy, but I'll need lots of practice if I want to get better. You'll let me practice on you, won't you? Let me practice on this beautiful cock of yours. I know I can't make it feel as good as my pussy right now, but I'll try to be a good cocksucker for you. Just let me know if this is okay..."
She descended straight down my cock like a sheath. The head hit the very back of her mouth before her lips and tongue even touched it.
The waterworks exploded, but it wasn't from me. Ashley jerked from my tongue and cried around my cock in her mouth. Her ass clenched my fingers, her juices sprinkled out of her pussy. I opened wide to gulp the flavorful cum raining on me.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her down. As fun as it was to try and catch every drop with my tongue, I preferred not to waste any. Closing my mouth over her nether lips, I drank her fluids directly.
Her orgasm ended sooner than I would have liked. She let out a lengthy moan as she withdrew from my rigid member. "See how hot I am? I came from just having your cock in my mouth."
I licked the last of her sweetness and extracted my fingers from her chute. Ashley fumbled off me, her bunny slippers near my head. I caressed the entirety of her legs, calming her down from her latest high. "Had enough for tonight, babe?"
"No, you haven't came yet. I can't leave you like this." She propped herself up and stroked my cock with the subtlest touch.
I was more than content with calling it a night, but if she wanted to take care of my erection, I wouldn't deny her the opportunity. Ashley kept her focus on the three inches that appeared over her hand. She was precise in her movements: her thumb gently lathered precum over the sensitive head; her forefinger traced the vein that spiraled around my shaft; her eyes were keen on the glowing red knob she pointed to herself. It was as though she was sizing me up for the first time, except she did it with more attention than her actual first time.
"Bry, lie down for me and don't move."
"Um, I'm already lying down."
"I mean for what I'm about to do next. Just don't move, okay? Let me take it slowly, at my pace."
"Okay..." Her soft tone had me curious as to what she wanted to do next.
Ashley swung her leg across my stomach and squatted over me, putting her left hand on my chest to support herself. Looking over her shoulder, she grabbed my cock in her other hand and pointed it straight up.
Instantly my eyes magnified, my jaw dropped. There was no way I was really seeing this.
A dream. That's what this was, a surreal, magnificent dream. I had fallen asleep beside my naked sister and now I was dreaming she was easing herself down; dreaming her shaking hand was guiding me to her entrance; dreaming my cock clumsily bumped into the membrane separating her anus and her pussy.
Wait a minute, this couldn't have been a dream. I felt that. I felt her body, her moisture. And her hands. How did I not feel her burning touch sooner? This wasn't a dream, this was really happening.
She winced, her lower lip hidden beneath her teeth, her hazel orbs hidden beneath her eyelids. Our organs were barely making any contact yet she looked to be in more pain than any amount of fingers inside her rear. Whimpering profusely, she lowered herself onto me with the grace of a baby taking her first step.
I held my breath as my cock pushed into her tight hole. It stretched open for me, allowing the first inch of my cock to enter my sister.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing, feeling, and doing. To think that I had wanted to go to sleep! No siree, sleep was the last thing on my mind now. I was finally inside my sister... inside my sister's asshole.
"Oh my god," she gasped, "you're fucking me. Your cock is fucking me. You're fucking my ass."
Fucking was probably too strong a word to describe what we were doing. Ashley was as steady as a statue as she grew accustomed to the feeling of my cock inside of her butt.
"Oh jeez, Ash, you're so tight," I exhaled. "This is... this is amazing."
If it felt this amazing with just the first inch inside of her, what would it have felt like with the whole thing? Fortunately I didn't have to wonder for long as she descended down my shaft. Slowly, strenuously, my cock disappeared inside of her. The warm, constricting pressure of her butt was immense; it felt as thought she could have snapped my cock in two, like a twig in the hands of a wrestler.
Ashley squealed as her butt bottomed out on my thighs. She meditated on top of me, her anus conforming to the shape of my cock. Hands on my abs, she gradually pushed herself upward. The strong tension coaxed my precum into her bowel. She dropped back down to the hilt, almost rubbing the skin off my cock.
"Oooh, ow, ow, ow," she sobbed. "Too fast, I shouldn't have done that."
I laughed sparingly. Maybe it was a little mean to poke fun, but with my baby girl sitting on my cock, nothing could have brought me down from cloud nine. "Do you want me to hold you up?"
"Give me a minute to get used to this. I've never had anything in my ass before tonight and now I have your prick up there." She moved halfway up and slid down gentler than before. "Holy fuck, how can pornstars stick ten inch dildos up their asses?"
I didn't think I'd ever heard Ashley mention "pornstars" and "dildos" before, much less in the same sentence. "What do you know about that subject?" I playfully inquired.
Keeping with her gentle descents, she seemed to have found a comfortable pace and rode me in what looked like slow-motion. "I've watched my fair share of porn on my laptop."
This was one subject I had some knowledge on. "What type of stuff do you watch?"
"The good stuff," she squeaked, dropping down fast. "Oooh, ow, not ready for that yet."
Holding Ashley's waist, I tickled her silky smooth skin on the upstrokes. "Define 'good stuff' for me."
A small smile hinted on her lips. "The girl scenes. Solo with big toys."
It was so bizarre talking to my sweet little angel about porn while she impaled herself on my cock. Though she had professed she masturbated, I had no details on how she went about the deed. "Do you have any toys I don't know of?"
With every change of vertical direction, her face altered into a new visage while her head tilted at a new angle. "No... if I did, my ass wouldn't be so damn tight. God, your cock is thick."
I wasn't very into religion, but good Lord it was miracle I didn't cum yet. "With the way you give oral and talk sometimes, I figured you'd be into the raunchier scenes."
She smirked. "You really like talking about sex."
"You might now a thing or two about physics, but I know a few more about porn."
"Yet this is a new experience for you, and for me."
"Knowing isn't quite the same as doing," I admitted.
"Well, I'm happy I'm your first."
"I'm happy you're my first too."
"And I'm also happy you're my first."
"I'm happy I'm your first too."
By taking her mind off the physical, Ashley was able to ride me faster without having to feel the uneasiness of anal entry. Her ass was now molded around my member, and she ardently increased her pace.
In perfect cadence we shared our first taste of sex. Never could I have predicted my introduction to the world of carnality be through the backdoor. Then again many things hadn't been what I expected this past week. Day after day something had happened that would change my whole outlook on life, love, my sister, and our future together. I eagerly awaited whatever else would come our way.
"Bry," she gently called, "what are you thinking about right now?"
"You, us, how much I love you and how insanely lucky I am to have been blessed with such a beautiful and sexy sister. And how fricking amazing this feels. What about you?"
There was no sign of discomfort in the way she seductively grinned at me. "I'm thinking... I need a good, hard fuck right now."
"I think I can help you with that." I bent my knees into the air behind her and held her firmly in my hands.
Ashley pushed up until only the crown of my cock was inside her. "Want me to count it down?"
"Three..."
"That was supposed to be a joke."
"Two," I laughed.
She let out a comical, exaggerated sigh. "One."
Zero.
It was deja vu all over again--almost. I pulled her ass to me while I bucked my hips. Our bodies slapped together with the sound of a firecracker igniting. Just as our flesh made contact, we separated, only to crash into each other with more intensity than the last.
Up and down, up and down, Ashley bounced in those two directions continuously. Her nipples drew tiny circles in the air, her blonde hair bobbed over her face. On the upstrokes her eyes would be shrouded by her golden bangs; on the downstroke they would be visible through thin strands of hair.



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 - Forcely Fucked In Trial Room - Husband’s Roommate - Oh….Ashley (Running)



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[pradeep8715]

Oh….Ashley



Update-29



My sister mumbled inaudibly as my cock impaled her. She moved her right hand from my stomach to her loins, rubbing her protruding clit. I mimicked her gesture by moving a hand to her steamy pussy. I spread her outer lips apart with my index and middle fingers between them. Even in the midst of our fucking, I could see the dark tunnel leading to her womb.
I turned my palm upright and stuck my middle finger into her. She moaned a "fuck yes" as the tempo of her anal fucking and pussy fingering increased. She bounced wildly on my cock, her hand a blur on her clit, her hair an untamed mane.
I extended my forefinger and let her drop onto it along with my middle finger. She mumbled louder in a subdued scream. "Ah fuck yeah, fuck my ass with your hard prick. Oh god, it feels so good, so fucking big. Fill my ass, Tiger, fill it with your hot cum. I want to feel your cum trickling down my legs when I sleep tonight. C'mon, Tiger, give me what I want. Give me your cum. I know I didn't swallow all of it when you fucked my mouth."
Ashley and I needed to have a serious talk the following morning--assuming we could even wake up before the sun set again. New pet names were in order because with the way my sister was riding my cock and growling obscenities, I should have been the one calling her a tiger.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass. Long and deep, Tiger. All the way in, get your cock nice and cozy in there. Every night from now on, we don't sleep until you deposit a big load up my ass."
It was futile to block out her vulgarity. Her vocal cords provided a more powerful aphrodisiac than any glimpse of skin. "Ashley, what are you... fuck, I'm going to cum soon."
"Mmm, pound your cock into my ass. My ass is only here for you. It's only good for milking your fat cock until you shoot your gooey cum in me. Let me feel it, let me feel your cum. I know you want to cum inside your baby sister's ass. I bet you want to pump me full of your cum more than I do. So come on, hurry up and give me your cum. The sooner you cum inside me, the sooner you can cum inside me a second time."
The things she were spouting were enough to drive any sane man mad with desire. Sailors would have blushed red in the cheeks at her perverse words; grown men would have tented their pants at her sultry voice; first-timers to sex like me would have lost all control of their inhibitions.
I slammed Ashley down hard onto my crotch as my cock erupted like a mighty volcano, coating her inner walls with my white hot lava. She yelped, smiled lewdly, gyrated her hips against me. As my cum filled her anus, her body suddenly froze, all except for the hand abusing her clit in vicious fury.
"Oooh fuuuck, I'm cumming," Ashley howled.
In coinciding orgasms we unleashed every ounce of our sex fluids. I sprayed her innards with my sperm as she sprayed my stomach with her juices. Her anal muscles clenched my cock tighter in the throes of her climax, nearly stemming the flow of cum surging out of me.
I'd supplied her ass with a handful of thick, creamy bursts when I felt the remainder of my spunk dribbling out. Ashley, calming down from her orgasmic high, fell forward onto my chest. She nestled her head into my neck, breathing deeply onto my skin. Her hair was splayed over my lower face, tickling my chin and lips. She slid her arms beneath my body, hugging me snugly.
I caressed the curvature of her back. My right hand, wet, left a trail of clear fluid on her skin; my left hand, dry, rubbed it in. I could feel my cum residing in her ass, bottled up by my cock.
"That was amazing," she whispered. "I never knew anal could feel that good. I should have been sticking things up my ass years ago."
I didn't know whether I should've been feeding her hunger or finding another way to sate her lust. "Ash, I don't mean this in a bad way, but do you listen to the stuff you say when we're having sex?"
"You mean my smutty talk? Of course I listen to myself; I like the way I sound. It makes me feel like a sex goddess or a kinky nymphomaniac. Why, does it weird you out?"
Maybe a little. "No way, I love it. It's just strange hearing it come from you when the worst I ever heard you swore before last week was a 'what the hell.'"
"You've uncaged the sexual predator within me, Tiger. I can't help it if I get a little carried way." She let out the most fearsome growl a baby kitten could make. "I wonder what my friends would think of me if they knew how much I crave sex."
"I wonder what anyone would think of you if they knew. During the day, you're everyone's favorite ray of sunshine; at night, you're my favorite little nymphet."
"I can be your favorite nymphet during the daytime too."
"Oh-ho, don't worry. I haven't forgotten about your antics from earlier this week." As those adventures replayed in my head, I could feel a growing wetness between our bodies. "Are your friends really fond of me?"
Her face obstructed my view of the ceiling. "Very," she boldly replied.
"Since when did I become a stud?"
"You're not a stud. You're just everything a girl can want in a guy."
"Yuck, why would I want to be that?"
"Oh shut up." Her pliant lips personally tended to the task of keeping my trapper shut.
Assuming the kiss would seal the end of our night, I reached behind her to lift her off me. Ashley immediately broke the kiss and halted my hands. "Wait, don't move. What are you doing?"
Startled by her urgency, I sputtered, "I'm trying to take my penis out of you."
"But you're still hard. Leave it in."
Semi-hard to be exact. "You want to sleep with us like this?"
"Who said anything about sleep? Don't you want to do this again?"
Why did I keep forgetting how insatiable her sex drive was? "You weren't kidding when you said the sooner I cum, the sooner I can do it a second time."
She nodded her head sideways. "Nope, I don't kid. I'm all serious business, mister. Especially when it comes to sex."
In less than a second, my dick enlarged to its normal, horny self.
"Oh wow, that was so cool," Ashley giggled. "I felt you harden inside of me. Do you want me-" I bear-hugged her and rolled us onto her back. "-on top," she finished. "Whew, I guess that answers it for me."
I spread her legs to either side with her knees bent. Leaning over my sister, I gripped her tiny waist and pulled out three-quarters of my length, noting the thin white lines that streaked my shaft. I slowly pushed back into her cum-filled hole. A nasty sloshing sound seeped out.
"Ohhh yeah," my sister writhed. " Plow your cock into my ass. Make your cum froth inside your baby sister."
It had been a week after the massage that initiated our descent--or should I say, ascent--into depravity, yet I didn't think I could ever get used to her sordid language. I did know, however, it never failed to turn me on, and as she spouted her profane fuck-me's and provocative moans, I took full advantage of the hot piece of ass my cock was spearing. On each plunge my thighs slapped against her with a resounding clap, her sticky anus squishing around my cock. I balanced my strokes with powerful stabs and lazy retreats.
Ashley placed her hands on my pecs. Her delicate fingers grazed my nipples as she explored my chest. "Your skin is so smooth, Bry."
I grunted between words as I hammered into her. "Sometimes I borrow your lotions when I shower.."
She laughed heartily at my revelation. "You like the smell of rosemary and mint? We need to get you something a little manlier."
"Sounds good to me," I exhaled, speeding up my thrusts.
Ashley traipsed her fingers to the back of my neck and yanked me down to her. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, indulging in the delights only her expert tongue could give me. Our saliva swapped mouths, our noses bumped together. She wrapped her legs around me, her ass rising an inch off the bed. I penetrated downward with the aid of gravity, utilizing my weight to fuck my sister.
"Pound that ass," she heavily breathed. "Screw it for what it's worth."
I routed my energy to my quickly tiring legs. The magnitude of my orgasms had wracked my body, but her whimpers and mewls fueled me with what I needed to sustain my momentum. As my muscles worked overtime, Ashley pawed at my neck and squeezed me within her pincer-like legs as though she wanted me to slow down while still fucking her senseless.
The periodic slaps of our dirty lovemaking filled the peaceful summer air. The friction of her anus rubbing my cock raw skyrocketed me to new heights of sensual euphoria. In five short minutes I was prepared to cum once more. I announced it to her.
"Make it a good one, Tiger. I want to fell your cum pouring from my asshole when you pull out."
I slammed into my sister thrice before the floodgates opened. I roared as her bowel became overloaded with my cum, the resulting pressure threatening to push my cock out. But I didn't falter and I continued to pump her during my ejaculation.
"Fuck yes, fuck yes, keep screwing me," she chanted. "Oh god, keep cumming in me."
Her body quivered, her pussy gushed. An indescribable passion hijacked her nerves. I found her clit and rubbed it in circles, assisting my sister in achieving another orgasm. "Cum for me, baby, cum all over your brother."
Something in her mind cracked and she ferociously plummeted us onto my back while still impaled on my cock. She rocked her hips, tempting my final drops of semen as her pussy covered my abs in a shiny sheen of her juices.
The pangs of our orgasms faded abruptly. Ashley collapsed onto me, my hands the only things preventing our heads from colliding. Draining me of all my cum had drained all the energy from her; she reacted very little when I transferred her lifeless body to a comfy pillow. No longer pinned to the bed, I took the liberty to savor the wondrous elixir she had left on my waist.
"I want to taste some cum, too," she weakly said beside me on her stomach.
I brought my fingers to her mouth. She cleaned them off with small, gentle licks. "Mmm... thank you, Brian. But what I really want to taste is your cum. I can feel it dripping out my ass. Take a look at it for me."
Bubbles oozed out of her anus; white rivulets streamed down her labia; a greasy puddle accumulated beneath her pussy.
"You plugged it up good, didn't you, Tiger?"
"You can say something like that." I dipped two fingers into the mess. "Are you sure you want to taste my cum, considering where it came from?"
"You cleaned the inside of my ass, didn't you? I felt like I was peeing out of it when you were cleaning me."
"Okay, if you say so. Open your mouth for me." Ashley sucked on my fingers, similar to that of a baby sucking on their own thumb. "So, how does it taste?"
My fingers popped from her mouth. "It's still yummy," she smiled.
"No other weird flavors you can detect?"
She nodded against the pillow.
"Okay, I'll get some more you."
For the next two minutes, I alternated dipping my fingers into the puddle and into her mouth. When only a dark stain lingered on my blue sheets, I poked my pinky into her anus for more cum to feed her with. She flinched at the intrusion.
"Had enough cum for tonight, babe?"
"Mm-hmm. Leave the rest in there for me."
"Sure thing, but at least let me dry the outside of your bum."
Her stray towel hung over the side of the bed. I used it to wipe away the smudges adhering to her skin. As I wiped the membrane separating her two holes, more cum dribbled out of her butt. I wiped that away too. Finished, I sat elevated, proud I had fucked for the very first time.
Ashley reveled in her first a different way. She lay exhausted on my bed, eyes half-closed, deep breaths through her lips, her body glistening in sweat. It looked like she was comatose.
"Sis, can you get up?" Her eyes closed completely. "I guess not," I muttered.
Hmm, this was going to be tricky. I couldn't possibly let my sister sleep naked in my bed. She still had on her pink bunny slippers, but our parents probably wouldn't consider that a suitable amount of clothing. I thought about carrying her to her room, but maybe she intentionally fell asleep on my bed because she wanted to spend the night with me. I wanted to spend the night with her too, and contemplated on pulling the cum-stained blanket over us and getting some shuteye.
I deliberated on my choices and ultimately chose to find some clothes for her and let her stay with me, setting aside the issue with mom and dad. Dressed in boxers I tiptoed down the hallway to her room and flipped her light switch on.
I remembered which drawer contained her unmentionables, so I happily started with that one. It'd been a couple of days since I scoured her panties, and the colorful assortment seemed wonderfully new again. My eyes noticed a scrunched up ball of white hiding in the back corner. I snatched it and pinched the sides apart, smiling to myself at what I was holding.
It was so simple and clean, yet I had never seen her wear it before. I closed the drawer, taking the underwear with me, and headed to her large two-door closet. Most of the clothes inside it were dressy--definitely not things someone would comfortably wear to sleep. I skimmed my way down the aisle of tees, sweaters, and other tops to a small hanging shelf near the end.
"Here we go, this would do," I thought out loud, grabbing the article of clothing. "And so will this." I leaned lower to grab some more.
I returned to my room and spotted Ashley in the same position I had left her in. I gently rolled her onto her back, removed her slippers, and lifted her legs up one at a time to put on her underwear. Then, leaning her against my shoulder, I slipped on her loose, sleeveless top. She yawned into my neck but remained deeply asleep. To finish dressing up my doll, I eased her down and rolled a cotton sock over each foot, followed by her slippers.
Good golly, did my sleeping beauty look adorable: half her legs were covered in white knee-high socks with fuzzy pink bunnies at her feet; her private area was concealed by a white cotton panty; and her upper body was clothed in a white cotton tank top that left her midriff bare. Ashley looked mind-numbingly cute, and considering what we had done minutes ago, wildly sexy at the same time. If it weren't for her voluptuous curves, she would have looked like she was starting high school instead of college.
I draped the soiled blanket over us. The following week was going to be one heck of a whopper, and I'd need all the rest I could get if I was going to make her understand our love was genuine. I cuddled right beside her, sniffing her hair so a smell more pleasant than our cum would inhabit my sweet dreams. "Good night, Ashley," I whispered, drifting off to sleep.
"Good night, Bry."




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 - Forcely Fucked In Trial Room - Husband’s Roommate - Oh….Ashley (Running)



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Oh….Ashley


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"Big sis, can you pass me the corn?" the sprightly Nicole asked.
"Here ya go, lil' sis." Ashley handed over a plate of buttered corncobs to our younger sibling. "Can I get anything else for you?"
"Nope. Thanks a lot," the youngster said.
"Honey, you really outdid yourself with this beef meatloaf," my father, Richard, complimented.
My mother, Helena, replied, "It's grandma's recipe with my own personal flair. A pinch of pepper here, a bit of cilantro there."
The Stafford family was gathered around the dining room table on a warm Sunday night, enjoying a rare dinner where everyone had lent a hand in preparations. Over a large bowl of beef salad, plate of beef meatloaf, and side dishes of non-beef corn and baked potatoes, my parents, sisters, and I conversed about everything a typical family would converse about. We didn't spend too much time chatting, though, since a rich, creamy cheesecake was calling our names.
Slicing into the cherry-topped dessert, dad announced, "Your Uncle Vince and soon-to-be-Aunt Sophie invited your mother and me to go dancing with them this Friday evening. They want to have a last night out together with friends and family before their wedding next week. Since we're not really into the club scene, I told them we're going to have to pass, but the invitation is extended to you two, Ashley and Brian. If you kids don't have anything booked for Friday, I think it'd be a great idea for you to get to know a little more about your future aunt."
I glanced over at Ashley. Her face, which had been glowing in anticipation of digging into a delicious cake, quickly turned into a worried frown. She glanced back at me, seeing a similar frown on my face.
What could have had us so concerned all of a sudden? It was a simple explanation. Friday night was supposed to be the night Ashley and I would finally go on our date, the night that neither of us were supposed to ever forget. I was to sweep my sister off her feet and give her the most mind-blowing romantic sex of our young lives. I was to make her scream my name over and over again as we fucked to our hearts' content. Then I was to make her shudder in one blissful orgasm after another until her sexy body couldn't take it anymore and she passed out in my arms.
At least, that's how I'd envisioned our date would end.
Okay, so the explanation wasn't that simple, especially to our parents, but the possibility of having to postpone an evening the two of us had been looking forward to for so long had our faces turning white as a ghost.
Ashley was the first to take charge of the situation. Well, more like timidly express her concerns.
"This Friday? Daddy, as much as I love dancing and as fun as that sounds, I already have something else planned."
Dad handed her a piece of cake. "Something with your friends again? I'm sure they'll understand if you have a change of plans."
Her hands were trembling as she accepted the small plate. "No, that's not it. It's kind of important to me. I've been waiting forever for it."
Dad continued to slice into the cake for the rest of the family. "Important, huh? How come I haven't heard anything about this so-called important evening?"
"I wanted to keep it a secret. Until Friday, I mean, when I tell you where I'm going."
"A secret? You're not doing anything I wouldn't approve of, are you?"
"No, nothing like that. It's just kind of embarrassing."
He started to smile. "I can see that. Your face is starting to turn redder than the cherry on your cheesecake. Let me take a guess. It involves a really cute boy?"
Ashley's blush radiated from her cheeks. "Y-yes... someone's asked me on a date."
Dad's mouth curled to a full-blown smile. He turned to mom who had a smile just as wide. "Don't keep it a secret any longer," he excitedly said. "Give us a name, tell us what he's like. You've been inside the house the entire summer; where'd you meet him?"
Ashley dropped her fork onto her plate. "Daddy! Calm down, please! You're not making this easy for me."
The old man couldn't keep his voice down and his arms still. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. It's just that I can't remember the last time you've been out with a boy. In fact, I don't think you've ever been out on a date. This will be your first, won't it?"
Ashley was speechless.
That split second pause had our parents' faces glowing like the Las Vegas strip. They spoke together at a mile a minute. "Sweetie, this is great news. You're going out on your first date." "Where's he taking you and how long you will be out for?" "Don't be afraid to say no if he starts making you feel uncomfortable." "Wait a minute, he's not an older man, is he?"
"Daddy! Mom! This is exactly why I wanted to keep this a secret."
Dad lowered his tone a notch, though it was still louder his normal volume. "Okay, okay, we'll be quiet about your date now. I'm just so happy for our little girl. You've grown up to be such an attractive woman and it's great to finally see you pursue a love interest. If you need anything for your date, tell your mother and me and we'll do whatever we can to help."
"Okay... thanks daddy, thanks mom."
Dad quickly turned to me. "How about you, Brian. Have anything planned for this Friday?"
With the embarrassment Ashley had just endured, I wanted to be as straightforward as possible. No point in hiding something I would have to reveal eventually. "As a matter of fact, I'm also going to be a little busy that day."
"A night out with the guys? I didn't know they already returned home from their vacations and studies."
"My friends are still doing their own things for another couple weeks. Friday won't involve them."
A familiar smile reappeared on dad's face. "In that case, let me take another guess. Does it have anything to do with a girl?"
"Yep, sure does. I have a date for this Friday night too."
Dad leaned back in his seat, blown away by the sudden revelations. "Wow, our two college kids with dates on the same night. What are the chances of that? Is this new girl prettier than Diana?"
"A lot prettier than her. Reminds me of a younger version of mom."
My mother clapped her hands together with a small laugh. "Really? If that's true, then I can see why you're attracted to her. Guess this means I'll have to call Vince and tell him none of us will be going dancing with him. Such a shame, really. I would love to see which bone my brother breaks this time on the dance floor."
After I was asked a few more questions about my date, all of which I had been asked before, the family finished dessert and parted ways to go about our nightly routines. My parents, with work the following morning, were the first to head to bed. Nikky, tired from her friend's birthday party earlier that afternoon, was next to hit the hay. That left Ashley and me with the rest of the house to ourselves. Cutting short the movie we were watching in the living room, we retreated to my bedroom.
There was one major topic we needed to get off our chests and we wasted no time in going over it.
Cuddled in my arms, Ashley asked, "Is it okay if mom and dad know about our date? I don't like lying to them. I know sometimes I joke about what we're doing behind their backs but I would never want to lose their love and respect."
I pulled my blanket over our half-naked bodies. "I don't like lying to them either, but we haven't really done anything wrong. We told them we're going out on a date this Friday, which we are, and you said you were asked out by a boy, which you were. I said my date is prettier than my last one, which is completely true, and that she reminds me a younger version of mom, which you do. So far we're being perfectly honest."
"Just because we're not lying doesn't mean we're being honest." She sincerely squeezed my hands, sighed into my neck. "Maybe we should cancel."
If it weren't for her holding me down, I would have sprung off my bed and hit the ceiling. "What? Why? Don't you still want to do this?"
"I do. I really, really do. But... I'm scared. What if we get caught?"
Getting caught was a fear I had been facing every day since our relationship blossomed. At times Ashley acted so fearless about our relationship that I found it difficult to believe she had the same concerns.
"I'm scared of that too. It'd take one heck of an explanation to clear up what we're doing to mom and dad. But it's worth it, isn't it? What we have together, isn't it worth the risk of getting caught? It's not like we're doing something crazy like getting married."
"It is worth it. You're worth it. But I don't want to have to risk anything. It's possible for us to love each other without having to hurt anyone."
"Ashley, we're not hurting anyone. No one knows about us or the things we're doing. What other people don't know can't hurt them."
Solemnly, my sister said, "I guess we could keep this a secret for a while longer." She rolled over to glance at my bedside clock. "It's getting late. I'll need plenty of rest for my jog with Lilly tomorrow morning. I don't want to wake up tired and make a bad first impression."
"Sure thing, sis." I shared with her a small parting kiss. "Have a good night's sleep."
"You too, Brian. I love you."
"I love you, Ash."
She quietly got up from my bed. The smile she wore on the way out of my room wasn't the cheeriest one I had seen from her.
For some reason, I had a feeling that night didn't end as well as it should have.
* * * Monday * * *
As I struggled that Sunday evening to fall asleep, I resolved to make up for our less-than-stellar discussion by surprising Ashley the following morning with a delicious breakfast to jumpstart her day. I was positive a big plate of French toast, scrambled eggs, and sausages would be a surefire way to get back on my sister's good side. She knew I wasn't much of an early bird so even a small gesture like waking up early would be greatly appreciated.
Unfortunately things didn't turn out the way I had hoped. When I was setting my alarm the previous night, I mistakenly set my clock to ring at six at night instead of the morning. I woke up to the peaceful banging on my door, courtesy of Nicole.
"Bry," she called from what sounded like miles away, "can you drop me off at Marsha's house? We're going to Raging Rapids water park and I need to be at her house in twenty minutes. Mom and dad already said it was okay for me to go."
I rubbed my heavy eyelids open, the shining sun making it tough to keep them up. "What time is it?"
"Nine o'clock." The young tyke entered my room and hopped onto my bed. "Can you take me now or not?"
"Yeah, I guess I can. Did you see Ashley this morning?"
"Yep. We ate cereal together before her friends came over to pick her up. She left around eight."
"Eight? She was supposed to leave at seven." I tumbled out of bed and groped for some decent clothes to put over my plain white shirt and pinstripe boxers. "Give me a sec to get dressed and I'll drop you off."
My errand of taking my youngest sister to her friend's place whittled away only ten minutes of my day. I arrived home to an empty house, something of a rarity that summer. With no kid sister to baby-sit and no adult sister to get play with, I booted up my computer and spent the rest of the morning catching up on my spam emails.
I was purging my inbox full of Viagra ads when I heard the front door open and a cluster of feminine voices, which signaled the long-awaited arrival of my beloved Ashley. I couldn't make out what she and her friends were saying but I did recognize a lot of girlish giggling.
It was a minute later when I heard the door finally close. I got up from my desk, eager to rush out and welcome my sister with a great big hug and kiss. I made it halfway through the hallway when I heard her soothing voice, but stopped going any further when I heard another. Apparently Ashley didn't come in alone.
Backpedaling to my desk, I listened keenly to discern who the mystery friend might be.
"Hey Nat, just wait in my room. I'm going to say hi to my brother."
"Hold on, I want to say to hi to him too."
My computer had just finished loading up some software—needed to make sure I looked busy, after all—when my sister and the raven-haired Natalia poked their heads into my room.
"Hi Brian," they said together. "What'cha doing?"
Even in sweaty tank tops and dirty sneakers the girls were very easy on the eyes. Ashley's blonde locks were tied up in two cute pigtails, while Natalia had her black hair in a long braided ponytail. Ashley's shirt was a golden yellow and her running shorts a clear white, while Natalia wore the same colors but were switched between her top and bottom. The two looked more like sisters than just good friends. Even their bodies appeared to be of a similar build: same height, same smooth legs, same slim waist, and possibly the same cup size.
"Hey sis, hey Natalia. I didn't hear you two come in. I just got back from dropping off Nicole at her friend's house so I'm not doing much of anything right now."
"Right, and now you're going to sit in front of your computer for the next ten hours playing that silly game of yours like you've done all summer," Ashley mocked.
Truthfully I'd been playing less that entire summer than a single day during the school year, but I figured she was ensuring our little secret stayed a secret from her best friend by pretending our days were filled with anything but incestuous sex.
"You know dragons and ogres don't kill themselves. If I don't spend half my days slaying hundreds of monsters, who will?"
My witty joke failed to elicit any response. I noticed the girls were peculiarly gazing around my tech-filled room. I assumed they were here to say more than just hi.
"You two want to come in?"
Natalia glanced at my sister who merely shrugged her shoulders. They approached to either side of me.
Sitting down on a stool, Natalia asked, "What game do you play?"
"An online role-playing game, World of Warcraft. Ever heard of it?"
"Heard of it? I play it. Well, used to. I'm starting to play some other stuff like COD. and UT."
"Wow, you're into FPS games? I used to play CS years ago but my reflexes were never any good for it. Now I play MMO's like WOW and EQ."
In a span of thirty seconds, Natalia and I proceeded to name off a dozen abbreviations and acronyms. It was a neat change of pace talking about one of my favorite hobbies to someone who doesn't say "dude" at the end of every sentence or takes great pride in their burping ability. My friends were the friendliest and smartest people I knew but they were, to put it bluntly, guys. Natalia possessed their gaming knowledge without the stereotypes that went along with it.
She and I had gone through the entire alphabet when Ashley rose up from her chair.
"As much fun as it is having no clue what you guys are talking about, I think I'm going to head to my room and start eating before our food gets cold. Have fun talking about your RTS's or whatever."
Ashley marched away and slammed my door shut, despite my protests to have her stay. I didn't mean to exclude her from our chit-chat, but if she had given her friend the impression I was into this stuff, then I thought it'd be a good idea to follow through with it.
There was another reason, however, why I wanted my sister to stay in the room with me. The tiny, dark-haired girl I was now alone with supposedly had a secret of her own, one that Ashley somehow knew about. Whether it was supposed to have remained a secret or not, Ashley had told me what it was. I brushed it off as a tease at the time, but if there was some truth to it, then the situation I was in was one I wanted to escape from right away.

I backed away from my desk. "Can you excuse me for a bit? I think I should see if my sister's okay."
Before I could make haste out of the thorny predicament, Natalia ensnared my hands. "Wait, don't go. I want to talk to you. Privately."
Crap, my sister had really told me the truth. She really meant it when she said Natalia had a crush on me.
Given any other circumstance, I wouldn't have been sweating out of every pore. I was treading into dangerous water with no way of getting out. Natalia was one of Ashley's best friends and if I wasn't careful with what I say to her, I could drastically affect their whole friendship. This couldn't end well.
I tried to come up with a boring topic fast. "Oh, I remember now. You wanted me to help you build a new computer. I can set up a wish list for you and—"
"Brian, that's not what I want to talk to you about. It's a little personal." Natalia tugged on my hand until I was seated back in my chair. She leaned forward, unaware I could see down her top. "What are your plans for this Friday?"
Natalia wasn't sounding like the same demure girl I went to the mall with a few days ago. Once passive and shy, she was now assertive, bold, and... asking me out? That was the only conclusion my befuddled brain could come up with.
"I'm sort of, um, busy." I leaned back in my chair to build space between us, but Natalia leaned forward to close the gap. "I have something planned for that night."
"I know you do." She finally released my hand and sat upright. "Brian, I know about your date this Friday. That's why I'm asking what your plans are. Specifically for your date, I mean."
Natalia kept throwing one curveball after another. How the heck did she know about something like that? The only people who knew about the date lived in the same house as Ashley and me. My parents and Nicole obviously couldn't have told her, so it must have been Ashley. But why?
I replied vaguely. "A dinner at a nice restaurant, something fun to do right after maybe. Did Ashley tell you about my date?"
"Yeah, she did. She was really jumpy to tell me about it."
"Why would she tell you about my date?"
"Isn't it her date too?"
"Her... date? What exactly did she tell you about this Friday?"
"Not much. Only that you're taking her out for dinner and you have a surprise for her. So c'mon, give me the details. Maybe I can help you with your date. Ashy is one my closest friends and I really want to make sure she has a great time."
"You don't find it weird or gross that I'm taking my sister out on a date?"
"No way, why would I think that? I think it's very sweet you want to spend more time with your sister, and it's cool she wants to spend more time with you. There's nothing weird about two siblings just wanting to have a fun night together. It's not like this is a real date, right?"
"Yeah... right. Like I said, I sort of just have a dinner and something else for after it planned. Not really sure what that something is, though. To be honest I'm still grasping at straws for ideas."
"Well, Ashy's not a hard girl to please. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll come up with something you'll both have fun doing. What's really important is having something worthwhile to talk about. You two could be eating dinner at a hotdog stand and still have a good time if you enjoy each other's company. What do you plan on talking to her about?"
"I haven't really thought about that. I mean, Ashley's only my sister. We'll probably talk about the same stuff we do every day."
"Brian, Brian, Brian," she repeated in a condescending tone, "you can't do that. It's not every day you get to take your sister out on a date for just the two of you. Talk to her about things you don't normally talk about. Serious things that would really impress her.
I wondered how Natalia became such a dating expert. "Can you give me any ideas? This is pretty new to me. Like you said, it's not every day we get to do this."

Smiling, Natalia got up and began pacing my room. "Talk about her dreams, her hopes, her aspirations. Talk about her future. Ashy's always telling the other girls and me how she wants her life to turn out, like how she wants to be a world-renowned physicist with a beach house and four kids. Sometimes Lilly and Aly make fun of her for her crazy fantasies, but I think it's because they're jealous of how passionate she can be about it. But, there is one thing Ashy is more passionate about than her dreams. Do you want to know what that is?"

Natalia returned to her seat. Her emerald green eyes established strong contact with me. "It's you, Brian. Ashy constantly talks about you and everything you've done for her. Did you know that before she told us you were her brother, we all assumed you were her boyfriend? None of us believed her when she told us the truth about your relationship. We thought she was lying about it so we would stop teasing her. It didn't help that some of the things Ashy had said about you were more than a little sisterly. But one day she finally showed us a photo of you two together from when you were in grade school and it was enough to convince us you guys were related. Though that didn't stop us from teasing her about it."

She giggled lightly, the memory fresh in her mind. "I'm sure you don't talk to your friends about Ashy as much as she talks about you but don't let her think that on Friday night. Get inside her head. Let her know you're interested in what she has to say about her life. Since you're her brother, remember to bring up her life with you too. I know she's interested in whatever you have to say, and I can tell you're both going to be together for a very long time. Got all that, Brian?"

In the five minutes I was alone with Natalia, I had gone through the entire emotion spectrum. What started out as awkward and confusing ended up being intimate and meaningful. Some of the things Natalia said were things Ashley had already told me, but to hear them again from the mouth of a good friend reaffirmed the truthfulness of everything my sister confessed. There was no doubt in my mind that the love Ashley felt for me was deeply rooted. Despite her inner struggle to deal with her love for me as her brother and soul mate, her heart had already found the answer.

I suddenly felt at ease with this girl I barely knew. Although I was still afraid of the possibility of the world finding out the truth about Ashley and me, there was no sense of urgency to hide anything from the kind girl sitting in front of my very eyes. In an odd way, I almost wanted her to know the truth so I would have someone to confide in. Not even my best friends had that privilege.

"I... I don't know what to say, Natalia. How do you come up with all this?"

"I'm really not sure of that myself." She leaned forward again. Her hand settled on my knee. "I know I come off as a little quiet and shy, but with you it's very easy to open up. I guess it's because Ashy talks about you so much that you feel like a brother to me too. I'm an only child so I don't know what it feels like to have a sibling. Ashy, Aly, and Lilly are the closest people I have to sisters and you... you just promise me you'll think about what I said."

"Yeah, I promise. Thanks."

"You're welcome. But call me by what my friends do, Natty. Though I prefer Nat; Natty makes me sound neat and proper."

"Okay, sure thing. But only if you call me Bry."

"You got it, Bry."

As if to commemorate our newly-formed friendship, three loud knocks struck my door.

"Natty," Ashley called, opening my door, "if you don't come to my room in the next two minutes, I can't guarantee there'll be any fries and nuggets left for you."

"I'll be right over. Brian—I mean, Bry—was just helping me pick the final parts for my new PC." Her back to the door, Natalia secretly winked at me.

"Aww, that's so nice of you, big brother. You're welcome to eat with us too if you're hungry."

"All right, let me log off and I'll be there in a sec."

After the girls left and I sprayed myself with some deodorant, I strayed past Ashley's bedroom to the kitchen to grab three sodas. I looped back to her room, and saw as I entered that the girls had changed out of their workout tops into fresh, colorful tees. I recognized the rainbow shirt Natalia was wearing as one of Ashley's, which confirmed just how similar their builds are. They were sprawled on their stomachs on the bed with two plates of finger foods between them while watching the boob tube.

With no room on the mattress, I took a seat on the floor at the foot of the bed. "For a couple of girls who just finished a workout, don't you think it's a little unhealthy to be snacking on oily fries and nuggets?"

Two fries pelted my head from behind.

Ashley explained, "We only work out so we can eat this stuff without getting fat. We're not trying to be supermodels or win any beauty pageants." Ironically, they would have won first and second if they did. "Those sodas for us?"

"Yup, sure are." I handed over my two extra sodas. In return, Ashley handed me a jumbo-sized carton of fries.

The next hour was a wholesome affair as we finished watching whatever it was we were watching. None of us were really paying attention to it since we were soon conversing about random things. The girls had a relaxing way about them that made it very easy for me to be myself. I had no problems talking with Ashley when we're alone, but add another person to the mix and I become more conscious with what I say. But even with Natalia in the room, I didn't feel the need to evaluate my every response. Words flowed out of my mouth and laughter flowed out of theirs.

It was noon when Natalia announced she had to head home.

"Need a ride?" I offered, standing at our front door.

Making her way across our stone walkway, she said, "I think I can walk home from here. It's kind of breezy and nice right now. You can even hear the birds chirping."

I couldn't quite hear the birds but she was spot-on about the breeze. My body readily absorbed the warm, soothing wind. Most of the warmth came from my sister, who stood beside me with an arm around my waist.

Ashley waved goodbye to her friend. "Bye Natty, see you soon. Awesome job today."

"Thanks, you too. Bye Ashy, bye Bry."

"See you later, Nat. Thanks for your help."

Natalia nodded affirmingly and continued on her way.

Once she was out of earshot range, Ashley quizzically said, "Thanks? I thought you were supposed to be helping her."

I smiled down at my baby girl. "Natalia is quite a talker when she gets going."

"She opened up to you, huh? I knew she would. You're very easy to chat with."

"I was just thinking that about you two."

Ashley stepped between the door and me, kicking it shut. "Guess what, Bry."

"A number between one and ten?"

"No, you dummy. Take a look around."

I was definitely looking, though not necessarily around. Leaning against the door, her hair in innocent pigtails and wearing clothes that'd fit our younger sibling, Ashley was the embodiment of hotness packed in one tight, adorable package. If I hadn't experienced her sexual prowess firsthand, I would have felt dirty at all the lewd images of my sweet sister floating through my head.

Ashley, grinning, realized precisely what I was looking at. She arched back and brazenly jutted out her breasts for my eyes to ogle. Still, she had a point to make, and she cupped my chin and turned my gaze toward the living room. The furniture, neatly arranged in the same layout for the past two years, were void of any occupants. Glass vases, abstract paintings, and other expensive decor were in proper order. It was clean, trim, and worthy of being in a home shopping catalog.

"I don't see anything out of the ordinary," I said at last.

She turned my attention to her cunning smile. "Good. Now tell me what you hear."

Beside the faint ticking of a dial clock and the humming of the air conditioning system, it was perfectly silent. "I don't hear anything either."

"Even better. So, can you tell me what this all means?"

With the house to ourselves, I figured I'd have time to continue our playful conversation. "That we're a very clean and quiet family?"

She sighed in an exaggerated tone. " Do I really have to spell it out for you? We're—"

"A-l-o-n-e?"

"Showoff."

"You ain't seen nothing yet," I said, crouching down and pulling Ashley into my left shoulder. "Besides my incredible spelling ability, I'd like to show off another skill of mine."

I rose up and lifted her off her feet, carrying her over my shoulder like the horny, perverted caveman I was. I spoke over her loud squealing. "It's a skill I think you'll find very enjoyable. A skill that I hope to put to use very, very often."

I carried her to the back of our couch. "Are you tired, babe? Had a good jog with your friends?"

"Uh-huh, I'm all tuckered out. Is this special skill of yours something that could get me excited?"

"Oh heck yeah. It's enough to get me a little excited too." I lowered Ashley upside-down over the couch's backrest. Her head and shoulders rested on the cushions and her legs dangled over the top.

"This is an interesting position," she said. "Let's hope I don't get dizzy like this."

"You'll be getting dizzy, but it won't be because of the position."

Handling her left leg in both of my hands, I caressed the expanse of smooth skin. Her shorts had risen up her thighs, and I reclined my head to get a better view. "I don't understand why you want to work out. You're already so fit and taut. Just look at how toned your legs are."

Ashley bent her right leg behind my head, trapping me in an unorthodox headlock. "All the better to wrap around your waist when you finally fuck me, Tiger."

Growling at the call of my pet name, I pulled free of her hold and ripped off her cotton shorts. The prospect of going all the way had been lightly discussed before, with the mutual agreement that we would wait for a memorable occasion to pop our cherries. There was nothing in our agreement that stated I couldn't dream about it, however, and the idea fired me up as I stared at the childlike design of her light blue panties.

Modest in size, the cotton fabric was adorned with a row of tiny pink and yellow ribbons along the waistband. It managed to match her childlike hair style despite being at polar ends of her body.

A growing dark spot and her arousing scent shocked me back into my primal intentions. "Looking forward to this, aren't you?"

Ashley slipped two fingers into her panties. They moved in an enticing circular motion. "Ever since I got home and saw you all alone in your room. My pussy was gushing so badly. I was sure could Natalia smell it when we were standing outside your bedroom. My pussy got so wet, I had to excuse myself and change panties before I soaked my shorts." She slowly extracted her fingers. Slick and shiny, they had my mouth watering in anticipation.

Her pussy couldn't have actually gushed as badly as she had suggested, but whether her panties really did prevent a wet accident in my room or not, she succeeded in fueling my lust for her.

My sister gave her fingers a hard suck. "How about you? Have you been looking forward to tasting my pussy? It tastes so sweet right now. Don't you want to lick it? Go ahead, take a peek at my pussy. See how wet I am for you."

Hot damn, she really knew which buttons to push to get a guy going. More so she knew which buttons to push to get herself going. Pinching a nipple through her shirt, re-stimulating her clit, she closed her eyes as she worked herself closer toward an orgasm.

I was enjoying the thrilling show when I abruptly remembered it was supposed to have been my job to set her off. Hooking the sides of her panties, I pulled them away from her pleasure pot. Ashley kept working her nubs as my tongue closed in on her sex.

I swept my tongue along her outer lips, the taste an overload on my buds. "Mm-mmm, you're so savory and warm. A little bit salty but still very sweet."

Ashley stopped rubbing her clit, allowing me to lick the entirety of her puffy mound. Her hand went to her other nipple, the outline visible through her shirt.

"Fuck, your tongue feels so good on my pussy. Dip it inside. I want you to eat me out."

At her command I sunk my wet appendage into her narrow opening. Twisting my head and lashing with my tongue, I lapped what I could of her tasteful secretions. Her legs closed around my head as her body began to writhe beneath me.

"Ah fuck, you spoil me so much, Tiger. You're always ready to eat my pussy. I'll never need to play with myself again with you around."

I lifted my head up from my delicious treat. "Don't say that. What if I want to watch you play with yourself one of these days?"

Ashley smiled the way a sinister yet libidinous mastermind would. "Such a naughty boy. You want to see how I masturbate? You want to see what makes me cum? I have to warn you, I've been getting a little wilder recently. You'd be surprised at what gets me going. Do a good job eating my pussy and maybe I'll let you see for yourself."

That was one heck of an incentive if I'd ever heard one.

"Sounds like I need to get back to what I do best," I said. But instead of diving right back in, I held her ankles and stretched my arms out, spreading her legs far apart. I wasn't sure how flexible my sister was, but when her legs were almost in a T-shape with her body and she wasn't showing any resistance, I knew it was time for me to make good on her offer.

I swirled my tongue around her clit, occasionally licking it when she shuddered in my hands. Ashley moaned and whimpered, urging me to continue my sloppy sweeps. My saliva and her juices drooled down her stomach to her chest, only to be soaked by her shirt. It was becoming harder for me to hold her legs steady as her convulsions intensified.

"Stop teasing my clitty," she hissed. "I can't it anymore. Make me cum, Tiger. Don't hold back. Fuck, I need to cum bad."

I pressed my tongue flat on her pearl. Her body jerked, almost causing me to lose my grip. I flicked my tongue wildly, messily. Ashley screamed, her cries loud enough to reach every room in the house. Hell, anyone in our front yard would have heard the lechery going on inside. Just then, a thought came to me that really had my tongue lashing at a blistering pace.

Neither of us had locked the front door. What if Natalia left something behind and needed to drop by to pick it up? Or Nicole came home early again like she'd done the week before? Or worse, mom and dad for whatever crazy reason? They'd all be in for one appalling sight with Ashley upside-down on the couch, legs split and her pussy exposed, wailing in ecstasy as her brother ate her out.

Not long ago, the danger of being caught would have kept my actions in check. Now that danger excited me. I couldn't explain the reason for it. Once I had her pussy in my face, it was as if nothing could stop me from relishing her delights. Along with her juices, I must have also been drinking in her exhibitionistic tendency.

I closed my mouth over her clit and brushed it with my tongue. Ashley arched her back, nearly rising off the backrest. She tweaked her nipples, her palms mashing her breasts together. Her flushed complexion signaled an approaching orgasm. I inhaled through my mouth, the whoosh sound audible over her sharp gasps.

The touch of my tongue and the cool air over her clit was too much for my sister to bear. She cried once more as an orgasm rocked her frail body and fluids surged from her pussy. No stranger to the luscious taste, I slurped all that I could. And man, was there a lot of it to slurp on. I thrashed my tongue across her pearl, drawing out more of her juices before I could have finished swallowing what was already being squirted. She spat vulgarities nonstop and pulled on my hair, forcing me deeper into her pussy.

Gradually, her spasms ceased. My jaw was aching from my frenzied movements. What I couldn't swallow of her cum streamed down her abs in a clear trail mixed with my saliva. Despite being a little slick, Ashley looked absolutely radiant. Her entire body gave off the aura of a pleased woman: the pinkish hue of her skin, the relaxed muscles in my hands, the satisfied smile on her beautiful face, and her sparkling eyes transfixed on mine.

I was about to lay her onto the couch when she insisted, "Don't. Let me stay like this."

Not sure why she wanted to remain in her position, but not wanting to deny her request either, I went around the couch and sat next to her. "Was that good enough to earn me a solo show?"

She looked up at me with a hint of awe and wonderment at what I had managed to accomplish. "Good enough to earn two. Just like the last time you ate my pussy. And the time before that, and also the time before that, and—"

"Okay, okay, I get the picture. No need to boost my ego so much. It's hard enough fitting it through the door knowing I have the hottest, sexiest, funnest, and bestest girl as my sweetheart."

"Two of those aren't real words, you know."

Grinning, I lowered my face to hers. "And how can I forget smartest?"

I kissed my sister softly. As my tongue traced the contours of her lips, her mouth parted open. Our tongues danced in midair, a marvelous spectacle of pure desire. She clenched my shirt sleeves and pulled me down. I shifted onto her, cushioned by her breasts. Swiftly, I reached between her legs and fondled her moist pussy. With a huff and puff, she pushed me away.

"I want you," Ashley panted. "I want your cock. Now. Can I suck it?"

Her bluntness had my blood boiling. Sitting up, I stripped off my pants and boxers and tossed them to the side. My cock, unrestrained of troublesome clothes, stood as tall and sturdy as a flagpole.

I sat there with my dick in my hand while she was still bottoms up.

"Well?" Ashley said.

"'Well' what?"

"I'm ready. You can put your cock in my mouth now."

I wasn't sure how to do that with in our current situation, but her meaning slowly settled in. I got onto my feet and sidled closer, my cock bobbing above her face. Ashley slid down the couch until her head hung slightly over the rounded edge.

"Sure about this, Ash?"

"Uh-huh. Let's do it. This looks like a fun position."

Although I had no idea how she came across the position, she was right in her assumption: it did look like fun. A lot of fun, and incredibly erotic. My balls hung inches from her forehead and the precum at the tip of my cock was on the verge of dripping onto her chin.

I held the base of my shaft. "Open wide for me."

"Ahhh..."

I spread my legs to get low enough to reach her mouth. Leveled with the gaping target, I lunged forward, my cock flying straight into her orifice. Unobstructed, I kept pushing until my scrotum hit her nose and her lips were at my pubic hairs. I groaned in bliss and disbelief. Ashley was deep-throating me on the very first push.

It was a joy to see how her oral talents had improved over the days, and a bigger joy to let her use them on me. Her appetite for sex, namely my sperm, was unquenchable, and I vowed to make up for lost time by letting her suck me dry whenever she needed a cum fix.

Starting with this blowjob. I withdrew my cock and gave it a shake, breaking the strand of spit that was bridged to her lips. The strand swung down to her nose. Ashley immediately wiped it away. "Oh boy, this might get a little sloppy," she quipped.

Using my thumb, I cleaned the excess drool from her shiny lips. "I'll be careful with the next push."

"Go slowly, but make sure you get all the way in."
I slid my thumb between her lips. "You have quite the oral fixation."

She nibbled on my finger. "That's one way to put it."

"Is there any other way?"

"No, not really," she giggled. "I'm obsessed with sucking cock the same way you're obsessed with eating pussy."

"I only do it because you kindly ask me to. Otherwise I'd be content with spending hours in front of my computer like you say I do."

"That's so cruel," Ashley pouted. "Didn't you say you want to put your pussy eating skill to use more often? Why would you want to deny the world of such a valuable art?"

"For the same reason you're denying me a first-rate blowjob."

She pushed my thumb out of her mouth with her tongue. "Okay, yum-yum time. Enough talk, more cock."

I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous she sounded.

Ashley laughed too. It was cheery and lively, much different than the laughs for when things get steamy. Not to say I preferred one over the other; I was just happy knowing she was in a good mood.

I waited for her glee to end before steeling my nerves. There was an important matter that had to be addressed, and it involved the cock I was pushing into her mouth. As soon as I was fully embedded, her hands sought their proper spots. Her right hand went straight to her pussy. Her left hand went beneath her shirt.

Continuing with my swaying motion, I reached down and grabbed the hand mauling her breast. "You really like touching yourself."

She pushed me away from her mouth with her right hand. "If you look as hot as I do, wouldn't you do the same?"

A person would have to be blind not to be able to see how hot my sister was, but it was a rarity for her to acknowledge it so candidly. "If I look as hot as you do, I wouldn't bother wearing clothes."

Ashley smirked. "What's stopping you?"

I took the hint and lifted off my shirt. The cool air sent a chilling rush of adrenaline through my naked body. "There. Happy now?"

"Yes, very happy. You are one hot guy."

"Ash, I have to be honest with you."

"What's up, Tiger?"

"It is very weird talking to you while you're upside-down."

"It won't be so weird once you fill my mouth with your hard cock."

With a sudden thrust, I shoved the bulbous head back in her throat. My attempt to startle her failed as she took the whole length in one motion again. "Damn, you're getting really good at that." She mumbled something that sounded like "hank fu."

As I reveled in the sensational warmth, I groped at her breasts with two eager hands. She still had her left hand under her top and it moved with just as much eagerness. I squeezed and rubbed each tit, using my thumbs to press her erect nipples into her flesh. She moaned around my cock. A river of spit seeped out the sides of her mouth.

Ashley fastened her soft lips. I wasn't moving my hips too hurriedly but the slick friction she created was extraordinary. My cock sawed in and out with the greatest of ease. Each plunge made a squishing noise louder than the last. At first I thought she was gagging. That was until I saw her right hand pawing at her clit and the feminine juices that coated her fingers.

After a few more steady pumps, Ashley pushed me away with the hand that had been playing with her breasts. I couldn't utter a word before she turned her head and spat a glob of saliva to the floor.

"Fuck, you go in deep," she heaved. Seizing my cock, she pulled me back into her mouth. I was a little worried about the possibility of her spit staining the carpet, but if worse came to worse, at least I knew how to clean it.

With her hand out of my way of her tits, I was able to roll up her shirt. Her nipples and lightly colored areolas popped into view. I traced my forefingers along the curvature of each hill. Her skin, pink from our abusive hands, was velvety smooth. "Braless," I simply said.

Her left hand tapped my outer thigh. I took it as a sign to unclog her throat by pulling my cock out. Again, she turned her head and spat another mouthful of saliva. Some of it drooled down her cheek instead of hitting the carpet. "Yup. Have you noticed I changed clothes after Natalia and I left your room?"

It was pretty easy to notice considering she had changed from a tank top to a t-shirt. "Yeah, of course. I'm always paying attention to what you wear. Or what you don't wear." A thought dawned on me as I wiped the bubbly string on the side of her face. "Wait a minute, you changed clothes, braless, with Nat in the same room?"

"Mm-hmm. Have you noticed she also changed her shirt?"

"I have. She was wearing one of yours."

"Oh, very observant. But did you know she was braless too?"

"That I did not know..."

Putting two and two together, another thought dawned on me. My sister and her friend had changed clothes in the same room together, both sans bra. All while I went to grab some sodas. I'd even passed Ashley's bedroom on the way to the kitchen. To think that at one point, I was ten feet away from a couplet of topless beauties.

Ashley interrupted my daydream. "Do you wish I had bigger boobs?"

"W-what?" The question almost knocked me backwards onto the living room table. "Why are you asking me that?"

"My boobs are the smallest of all my friends. Didn't you notice how much tighter my shirt looks on Natalia?"

"Sis, don't talk about yourself like that. You easily make up for it everywhere else."

"See, you're admitting I have small boobs."

I smacked my palm into my forehead. "That's not what I meant! Your breasts are perfect the way they are. I don't want to look at or even think about any other pair of breasts. Yours fill my hand perfectly when I squeeze them and my mouth when I suck them and they..." Ashley flashed me the biggest, most mischievous smile. "Why do you find it so amusing to torment me like that?"

"You look the cutest when you're flustered."

I didn't know whether I should have been fuming or blushing. "Well, I think you look the cutest when you have a face full of dick and hands all over your boobs." Planting my hands on her breasts, I rammed my cock between her lips. Venting my frustration through a blowjob was much healthier than throwing a hissy-fit.

Part of my frustration came from the string of verbal interruptions. As much as I loved hearing her voice and seeing her face beam in delight, my pressure to cum kept dropping whenever she pushed me away. Maybe she did that on purpose to prolong our fun. If so, it was working because I had to have been standing there for at least fifteen minutes.

My legs were beginning to tire from having stayed spread for so long. It didn't help that she was sucking the life out of me until my forehead was perspiring. With a primitive grunt, I fell forward onto the couch, my arms outstretched. I caught myself on the backrest before I crashed face first into her pussy.

Ashley's puffy mound looked so inviting. The fingers that were hard at work on her clit were noticeably wetter, the smell of her juices noticeably stronger. I could taste her sweetness in the air. It was impossible for me to not lean in and lick her delicate fingers.

The minx filled my mouth with all but her thumb. I sucked on her fingers the way she was sucking on my cock in her mouth: loud, hard, and messily. I slobbered all over her fingers, ignoring the fluids dripping down my chin.

When the taste of her arousal had diminished from her fingers, I ripped her hand from my mouth. I attacked her pussy with my tongue, dipping right into her opening. Ashley shrieked but her cry came out muzzled. I pinched her engorged clit between my thumb and forefinger, wiggling it back and forth.

A pair of hands slapped down on my ass. They shoved me forward until I was lodged into her throat. Those same hands moved to my outer thighs and shoved me away. Over and over, they pumped me in and out of my sister's mouth.

Regaining my composure, I rocked my hips on my own accord. Her hands stayed on my ass and kneaded my cheeks. The new sensation had me going haywire. I waggled my head as I devoured her pussy.

If the sight of me giving Ashley oral from behind the couch was shocking, then our slanted sixty-nine would have been enough to give an athlete a heart attack. The only clothing between us was the shirt rolled up her chest., and our moans and grunts could be heard from anywhere in the house.

I mumbled into her pussy. "I'm getting close."

Keeping one hand on my ass, she pushed me away with the other. My cock flopped out of her mouth. She fisted my shaft and dragged it over her face. I felt my balls being inhaled into her mouth as she stroked me. The hand on my ass moved toward my crack. In a final act of debauchery, Ashley probed a finger into my anus.

I erupted in her hand, the first blast of cum set off like a cannon. My cock quickly recharged and a second and third spurted in rapid-fire succession. Her tongue was unrelenting on my nuts as I fired shot after shot of sperm. Meanwhile my own tongue was unrelenting on her pussy as she quivered in yet another orgasm.

Ashley's finger repeatedly plunged into my asshole. Each insertion had my body pulsating as if jolted with a thousand watts. A series of blasts continued to surge from my cock, undoubtedly coating my sister in thick cum the way her pussy was coating my face with her fluids.

We remained in our sticky embrace for another minute. My cock had stopped trembling long before but I was enjoying the ministrations on my balls too much to move away. I was also too busy running laps around her pussy with my tongue, licking up what I could of her heavenly honey.

Ashley pulled my nuts out of her mouth and her finger from my anus. It felt like her whole finger had been inside of me, but it had really been just half of her pinky. I stepped back and almost collapsed from total exhaustion.

Upon seeing my sister's condition, my jaw didn't just suddenly hit the ground. It crashed into the ground and shattered into a million pieces. Ashley was completely covered in cum.

"What?" she asked, running her fingers in circles around her snow-capped nipples. Her face, though cum-less, was soiled by the large wad of saliva over her cheeks and nose. One thick strand had reached her hair.

"Oh man, I need to sit down." I tumbled beside her onto the couch.

She shimmied up the couch so her head lay flat on the cushion. "How do I look?"

I stared down at my once angelic sibling. "Like a sexy, dirty, cum-addicted nymphet."

"Oooh, sounds like the perfect way to describe me." Ashley scooped up a thick glob of sperm from between her breasts. Holding her fingers over her mouth, she let the cream drip onto her extended tongue. She swallowed with a satisfied smile. "Mmm, yum-yum time indeed."

I watched her consume a couple more white blotches from her breasts before gathering the strength to seek my clothes. I bothered to only step into my boxers. I used my shirt as a substitute towel for her face.

I surveyed the rest of her pale body. The amount of cum covering her was astonishing. There was enough of the gooey substance for Ashley to draw circles with all over herself. Most of the goo topped her tits and were running down her sides or were pooled in the middle of her sternum. The rest had been sprayed haphazardly across her navel, except for the couple of droplets absorbed by her shirt.

Ashley normally took great pleasure in eating my cum, but that afternoon she left the majority of it alone. She may have enjoyed the imagery of cum on her body as much as I did. She looked up at me with her clear hazel eyes. "Can you help me down from here?"

I slid my hands beneath her shoulders and pulled her to me so her head was on my lap. I leaned to the side and lowered her legs to the opposite side of the couch. "Is this okay?"

"Works for me. You're turning into such a stud now. It's amazing seeing how much stronger you've gotten."

We exchanged loving smiles. I said it plenty of times already but my sister really did have the most beautiful face. It wasn't post-orgasm hormones affecting my perception either. She really did look stunning with the sunlight shining on us through our living room window.

I fondled her small left hand. "Ashley, I want to apologize for last night. I didn't say all that I should have said." She quietly stared at me, probably wondering what I was referring to. "I took the easy way out when I said what other people don't know about us can't hurt them. I said that because I was afraid of facing the reality of the situation. Whether people know the truth or not, what we're doing isn't going to affect only us. It's going to affect everyone in our lives. In a way, I think it already has."

"I believe that too," Ashley said, "and it's not going to get any easier to hide what we have. Sometimes I think it'd be easier to throw it out in the open and have people decide on their own if they hate us or love us. I don't care what they think about us. You are the most important person to me. I can forget about everyone else as long as I have you."

"But Ash, this is what you were trying to tell me yesterday, that we could be together without having to risk anything. I appreciate it when you say you're willing to risk everything for me, but you and I both know that isn't what you want. And that isn't what I want either. I don't want you to have to give up a big part of your life if I can prevent it. After this morning, I'm starting to think that maybe it's possible for us to be more open with our feelings. It'll still take time, but it's possible. We just have to be natural about it."

"Easier said than done," she sighed.

"Yeah, it is. Sounds like the motto of our lives these days."

Ashley smeared my hand across her sticky chest. "What happened this morning that made you think we can be open with our relationship?"

"Nothing, really. Just did some soul searching while you were away."

She led my hand, now frosted in cum, to her mouth. Her tongue lolled out to lick it clean. "Bry?"

"Yes, babe?"

"Care to take a shower with me?"




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 - Forcely Fucked In Trial Room - Husband’s Roommate - 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 - Forcely Fucked In Trial Room - Husband’s Roommate - Oh….Ashley (Running)



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