Oh….Ashley

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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-31



* * * Tuesday * * *

"Rise and shine, my little miss ray of sunshine."

Ashley's chestnut eyes slowly opened. "Bry? What are you doing in my bed?"

"You have to wake up in five minutes to get ready for your jog, right? I have a surprise for you." I hoisted a tray from beside her bed. "A delicious breakfast to start the day."

Ashley was now wide awake. "Oh my... Brian, I can't believe it. This looks fantastic. Thank you so much."

I settled the tray over her lap and sat in front of her. "It was nothing but a pleasure to cook for you. French toast is pretty easy to make and so are scrambled eggs. Although I hope you don't mind that I microwaved the sausages."

"Of course I don't mind. Wow, I still can't believe you did this for me. What time did you wake up?"

"About an hour ago. I wasn't sure how long it'd take me to cook this stuff so I wanted extra time in case I screwed up."

"If I knew you were going to do this for me, I wouldn't have kept you up so late last night."

Flashbacks of me eating her pussy for two hours the previous evening looped through my head. I ate her while she was at her desk instant messaging her friends. I ate her again while she was trying to fold her laundry. I ate her a third time in the bathroom while she was brushing her teeth. By the time I was eating her pussy for her sixth orgasm under her blanket, she was begging me to stop because her clit was so sensitive. I would have stopped, too, if it weren't her hands holding my head in place.

"If you knew ahead of time, then this wouldn't be a surprise. Come on, eat up. Tell me what you think."

My sister, radiant even after having just woken up, cut into a thick slice of syrupy toast and took a large bite of it. "Mmm, this tastes so delicious. Have you tried it yourself?"

"A little bit, but I was so preoccupied with making an edible breakfast for you that I only had the chance to nibble on the bread crust."

She raised a forkful of toast to my mouth. "Then help me finish this. You made way more than I can eat on my own."

I wasn't sure why I thought Ashley would be able to eat six slices by herself. Guess I got carried away when the first two didn't burn to a crisp. Chomping down on my own cooking, I was pleasantly surprised the food had the taste to go with the good looks. I don't want to sound boastful but it was some mighty fine French toast. Not bad for my first time.

"Sis, I have another surprise." I stood beside her bed and posed with my hands on my hips.

Her eyes traveled up and down my figure. "You're dressed," she noticed.

I had on a gray cotton shirt, black running shorts, and a rarely-worn pair of sports sneakers. "It sounded like you and your friends had a lot of fun yesterday so I figured maybe I can join you girls today. If all of you wouldn't mind having me."

Her silverware dropped to her plate as she clapped her hands over her mouth. "Bry, you're going to make a girl cry. We'd love to have you join us."

"All righty then, I hope I can keep up with you ladies. The most I've jogged in recent months was from my bed to the bathroom."

"Don't worry, you'll do fine."

After Ashley and I had finished consuming her scrumptious breakfast, she shooed me out of her room to get ready for her new fitness routine. I was in the kitchen washing dishes when a pair of hands closed over my eyes.

"Guess who," a voice playfully asked.

"Good morning, Nikky. How did you get so tall overnight?"

Ashley pinched my cheeks. "Very funny, mister. Need help with the dishes?"

"Nope, this is the last one." I dried the final plate and placed it in on the dish rack. "What time are your friends supposed to arrive?"

The doorbell rang as if to answer my question. "Right about now," Ashley cleverly deduced.

I followed her into the living room and stood to the side as she turned the knob. The door barely cracked open before I could hear her friends shouting, "Hi Ashy!"

"Good morning, girls. I hope you don't mind if I bring a guest along."

Alyson, an extremely attractive blonde much like my sister, peered into the house. Lillian, the brunette mastermind behind the workout session, peered alongside her. Together they exclaimed, "Brian!"

Bowing my head wasn't enough to hide my reddening cheeks from the girls. "Hi ladies. Great to see you again so soon. Is it okay if I tag along?"

"Yeah, totally," Lillian said. "The more the merrier. Natty has a dentist appointment today so you can take her place."

"Shall we get started?" Ashley suggested.

"Yep, let's hightail it out of here."

Trailing shortly behind the girls as we left the house, I stared at their marvelous backsides as they jogged alongside each other. Ashley was wearing brightly-colored shorts like the one she wore the day before; Lillian had on stretch pants that were loose around the legs but tight around the buttocks, like something a person would wear for yoga; and Alyson was dressed in an airy skirt that ended high above her knees. As for their tops, they wore a stylish mix of sleeveless shirts that showed off a generous amount of skin on their shoulders and backs.

A couple minutes into the jog, Ashley turned her head to check if I wasn't falling too far behind. Though I was beginning to feel the burn, it would have taken three hundred Spartans to slow me down from chasing the three butts and six long legs in front of me. I was far from athletic but I did have pretty good endurance. I simply gave my sister a thumb's up to let her know I was okay.

We soon approached the neighborhood park. It was a nice change of scenery jogging under the shade of trees as we made laps around the lake in the middle of the park. There were a few other joggers and bikers who passed us on the way to a trail at the rear, but for the most part the four of us were alone to do as we please.
The girls and I jogged a few rounds when they decided to call it quits. The last two laps were leisurely walks, and it was at that point I "caught up" with the girls. Judging by their chatter, they weren't so focused on the fitness aspect of the jog as they were the hanging out together. Jogging was merely for something for them to do while they gossiped.

On the way toward the picnic area for a break, Alyson said she needed to get a drink of water before heading back home.

"Hold on, I might as well to wash up a little too," my sister called after her. The two blondes split off together to the restroom.

"Bry and I will be waiting over here," Lillian announced to her friends. The agile brunette sat down on the grass beneath a large tree, her legs stretched apart in a v-shape. "Hey Bry, come join me."

I took a seat in front of her. "What's up, Lilly?"

"Put your legs out like I have mine."

"Like this?" I spread my legs until the soles of our feet touched.

"Perfect. Now lean forward and hold your hands out."

Again, I followed her instructions. "Okay, now what?"

"Now we stretch." She quickly grabbed my hands and yanked me towards her, an effortless endeavor for a girl so fit. I was as flexible as a piece of wood, and because her were feet holding me in place, it felt like I was being torn in half.

My body was stretched far beyond what I thought it was capable of. We stayed like that for about twenty seconds before she mercifully released me. I flung backwards like I had been fired from a slingshot.

Lilly crawled to me while laughing hysterically. "Are you okay?" Her face hovered inches above mine.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I groaned. "Guess I'm a little stiff around the joints."

She backed away to give me room to sit up. Her amber-colored eyes never strayed from me. "My mom and I do yoga together in the afternoons. Come to my house sometime and you can do it with us. It's a great way of relieving stress, physically and mentally."

I patted the dirt and grass off my back. "I'm not worried about any stress. Things have been going pretty well for me recently."

"Yeah, I bet. Ashy's told us you've been lounging around the house for most of the summer."

I cringed a little on the inside. It was flattering Ashley talked so much about me to her friends. I only wished she left out my bad habits. "That girl has a big mouth, doesn't she?"

"Only when we bug her about you," Lillian giggled. "Are you sure you're not stressed? Even a little? I assumed you would be considering what you have coming up this Friday."

The warm summer day got chilly in an instant. "What do you, um, mean by that?"

"Bry, you know what I'm talking about. You don't have to hide it. I know about your date."

"You mean you know about me and—"

"Ashley."

I was speechless. Even though I had been able to get over the initial shock of one person knowing about my sister and me, the fact that another knew was still a very startling revelation.

"Who told you about us? Was it Ashley?"

"Nope, Natty. But don't tell her I told you. She dropped by my house yesterday to pick up her MP3 player after coming from your place. For some reason she was all giddy, and when I asked her why, she spilled the beans on you and Ashy."

"How much did Natalia tell you exactly?"

"Everything." Lillian knee-walked behind me, her left hand lingering on my arm, her touch firmer on my shoulders. "Which isn't a whole lot since you're still unsure of what you want to do."

"Don't you think it's a little weird for my sister and me to be having a date?"

Her hands pressed into my muscles, rubbing in a gentle circular motion. "Heck no. I think it's a great idea you want to hang out with your sister. I have five older brothers and we never do stuff like that. I wish we did, too, because now they're too busy with college and jobs to do something as simple as have lunch together. Even while I was growing up, I never felt like I was ever really close with them. Sports, clubs, and, unfortunately, drugs always got in our way. I hated that and I don't want it to happen to someone as nice as your sister. Ashy, Aly, and Nat are like the sisters I never had and after last Friday, it feels like you're a brother to me too. I just want you and your sister to have something I never had the chance to enjoy. So if there's anything I can do to help with your night out, don't be afraid to ask."

Gradually, I was beginning to realize just how special Ashley's friends really were. "I don't know what to say, Lilly. I appreciate the gesture a lot. Thanks."

"You're welcome, Bry. Is this massage is helping you relax?"

I had been more riveted by her words than the massage, but nevertheless I was widely aware of the physical contact. "Yeah, it feels pretty good. I take it you've done this a lot."

"Your sister is my number one customer. I plan to be a fitness trainer when I finish college."

Despite the quirky circumstance, I found it a little arousing to imagine Ashley receiving a backrub from her friend. I wondered if she had learned a thing or two from Lilly when she gave me one two weeks ago.

Her hands pushed up against my spine. "Nat told me you're stumped on what to do after dinner. Have you figured it out yet?"

"Not really... I was sort of preoccupied yesterday." Preoccupied with giving my sister cunnilingus, if she really must know.

"You better come up with something fast. There are only three days left until your big night."

"Yeah, I know, but I don't want to do something cheesy like a movie or bowling, or something too formal like an art gallery or a play."

"Hmm, you sort of have the right idea. It should be simple, but not so simple that you can do it whenever you're feeling bored. And it should be unique, but not so unique that both of you have no interest in what's going on. You want to be able to get loud and crazy, but still feel like you're in an intimate setting. You want a place that lets you be active and get the blood pumping. You need a place like... like here."

I stared at all the green and people surrounding us. "You mean here, the park?"

"Sure, why not. No one will care if you make fools of yourselves here, unlike the movies. Also, you can breathe in fresh air instead of stinky bowling shoes at the lanes. Then there's a beautiful lake to stare at while you two count the stars, which Ashley would appreciate a lot more than any painting found in a gallery."

Lillian sure knew how to sell an impressive idea. "That sounds pretty cool. Ashley probably would like it here. But what if she finds this place a little... normal, since she comes here with you?"

"We usually don't jog here. We do laps in the other direction toward our high school, then unwind at my place when we finish. When I saw that you were coming with us today, I thought we could spice things up a bit for this special occasion."

"Lilly, I don't mean to be sudden when I say this, but can I ask you for a favor?"

"Between you and the other girls, you can ask me anything."

"You said last Friday you have a couple bikes in your garage that your brothers aren't using anymore. I'm wondering if I can maybe—"

A sharp pinch on my shoulders cut off my request. She whispered into my ear. "I'll give you my number and you can ask me later."

I turned my head to see what was going on, only to spot my sister and Aly approaching us.

"Hi guys, what'cha talking about?" Ashley merrily asked.

"Oh, nothing," Lilly replied, taking her hands off my shoulders. "Your brother's just asking me for advice on how to buff up his glutes."

The two blondes couldn't contain their snickers. "I'd never expect that from you, brother." Winking, Ashley added, "I think your glutes are just fine the way they are."

The girls were laughing the entire jog to Lillian's house.

We didn't spend much time at her immaculate two-story crib. Lilly ran inside to grab the keys to her brand new jeep before telling us to hop inside. Ashley and I were dropped off first.

"Bry, don't forget this." Lillian held out a small note to me.

I unfolded the slip and read the seven digits on it. "Oh, right. Thanks again, Lilly."

After saying goodbyes and watching the yellow vehicle drove off, Ashley led the way to the kitchen for cool refreshments. "What did Lilly write on that note?" she asked.

"It's nothing important," I said, opening the fridge.

"Nothing, huh? Is that the trendy thing to say these days? First Lilly and now you."

"Sis, don't worry about a thing. I have a lot more than 'nothing' planned for us this Friday. If you want to worry about something, then worry about what outfit you'd look the sexiest in."

Ashley snuck up on me from behind, squeezing her arms around my waist. "I think I have just the thing to knock your socks off. It might even do the same to your pants." Her hands drifted lower to my growing bulge.

I tried walking with one-hundred pounds of teenage girl clinging onto me. "You better be careful. We're not alone yet."

My warning couldn't have come at a better time.

"Ash, Bry, are you guys home yet?" Nikky yelled from somewhere deep within the house.

"Hey lil' sis," Ashley yelled back. "We're in the kitchen. Do you need a ride to your friend's house?"

"Yeah, let me grab my backpack and I'll be right out."

Ashley released me from her frisky embrace. "Bry, are you tired? How 'bout I give Nikky a ride today. You can freshen up in your room, and when I get back I'll see if I can't do anything to soothe that big muscle between your legs. And before you say I need a chaperone because I don't have a license yet, keep in mind I'll only be gone for five minutes."

"All right, babe, I'll be waiting. Drive safely out there. Things can get pretty hectic when you're going twenty in our neighborhood."

"Oh pish-posh. When's the last time I did something careless?" Ashley kissed my cheek before hurrying off to fetch my car keys.

Fortunately her question was rhetorical, as I would have lost my voice trying to list all her crazy deeds from just the past week. As I waved to my sisters at the front door, I felt my cell phone vibrating against my leg.

I checked the caller on the way to my room. The tiny screen displayed the name "Unknown." Since I had only given my number to a select few people, all of whom were registered in my phone book, I thought it may have been a wrong number. I let my phone stop vibrating on its own while I changed out of my clothes.

I was spraying on deodorant when my phone rang again. The caller was the same as before. It wasn't an uncommon practice to call a second time if the first failed to connect, so I simply set my phone down on my desk and waited for it to stop rattling towards the edge.

Whoever the caller was must have figured the third time's a charm. My phone rang once more as I was laying in my bed. Persistence was normally a quality I admired, but not when it meant having to deal with strangers or prank calls. Grumbling to myself, I snatched the annoying gadget and flipped it open. "Brian speaking. Who is this?"

A cute, albeit loud voice responded from the other end. "How's it going, Bry? It's your new girlfriend, Aly. I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I called twice but you didn't pick up."

This was an unexpected surprise. "H-hi, Aly. I'm not doing anything right now. How did you, um, get my number?"

"It wasn't hard. While you and Ashy were playing tag at the water fountain last week at the mall, I stole a peek at her phone and memorized your number. You're not mad, are you?"

"Not really, but my sister might be if she finds out. Why would you want my—"

I was interrupted by a voice calling from the hallway. "Brian, who are you talking to?"

Oh boy, this was going to be tricky. I muttered "be right back" into the phone and covered it up just in time for a half-naked Ashley to appear at my door. "Hey sis, I didn't hear you come in."

Her hips swayed suggestively as she sauntered to my bed. Her top had been discarded and a lacy bra was all that encased her perky breasts. Her running shorts were tugged down her hips, revealing the straps of her matching panties. "I was trying to be sneaky until I heard you talking to someone. Is that a friend on the phone?"

"It's, um... yeah, Frank. He's calling to give me the latest details on his trip in Europe."

Ashley climbed onto my bed between my legs. My eyes followed her tongue as it wetted her lips. "I hope your friend doesn't mind if I go down on you while he keeps you updated. Just lay still, relax, and pretend I'm not even here."

I take back what I said earlier. This was going to be tricky.

Digitized shouting brought my attention back to my phone. "Bry, Bry! Are you there? I can hear you talking to someone."

Ashley slipped her hand into the slit of my boxers. With a small heave, she exposed my erect cock to the cool air.

"I'm, ah, not talking to anyone besides you," I stammered to Aly. "You must have heard my TV."

"Well, are you busy? I can call back later if you prefer."

A smart man in my situation would have said yes and hung up. Receiving oral from your sister while talking to one of her best friends on the phone probably wasn't such a great idea. But I'd be lying through my teeth if I said it wasn't a major turn-on.

As Ashley engulfed the crown of my cock, I answered, "No, I'm not busy right now. Keep talking. I'm ready to listen." My oral vixen smiled up at me, half her smile blocked by the hard column in front of her.

"Okay, if you say so. Anyway, before I explain why I'm calling, you were about to ask me something."

"Ah, that's right. I'm really sorry but just give me another second to handle something." I laid my phone against my shoulder and crooked my head to keep it still, and then held the sides of my sister's head with my palms over her ears. Hopefully that'd be enough to prevent her from hearing my conversation.

Ashley cooed wickedly. "Mmm, I see who wants to be in control of this blowjob. That's fine with me, Tiger. I'll suck your cock any way you want me to. Just as long as I get to relieve this big, thick muscle between your strong legs. Is it sore? It looks like it. So red and swollen. What it needs is a warm mouth and tongue to relieve the aching pressure. That's what you want, right? My mouth to make it feel all better? You want my tongue to—oops, what am I saying? I get so carried away sometimes when I have your cock in my hand. I'm supposed to be quiet while you talk to your friend, but here I am acting like a total slut. Okay, let me stuff your cock inside my mouth and do what a good cock-sucker does best. After all, that's what you deserve. Only the best."

Ashley had barely touched my stiffy and I was already on the brink of cumming. Her smutty rant fueled my lust, and combined with the taboo-ness of the phone call, I was... oh damn it, damn it, damn it. I was forgetting all about the phone call!

I listened to the tiny speaker. "Bry, are you back? I can almost hear your TV. Maybe you should turn down the volume."

"I am so sorry. I swear I'm not trying to ignore you on purpose." My panicked expression had Ashley giggling.

"Promise me no more interruptions and we'll call it even."

"Okay, I promise. No more interruptions. I think I have things under control over here." In more ways than one. I had Ashley secured in my hands with just enough freedom for her to move her head however she pleased around my cock. Since Aly could hear background noise, I assumed her speaker was on max volume, which meant I might get away with talking softer than normal. I just had to make sure it was loud enough to block out Ashley's soft moans. It was going to be one tough balancing act.

"So anyway, I wanted to you ask why you would want my number. Not that I'm mad or anything, but a call from you is kind of a surprise."

"I thought it'd be a good idea to have your number in case Ashy doesn't pick up her phone. Since she's always with you when she's not with me or the other girls, I can call you and have you tell her I'm looking for her."

"Is that why you're calling me right now?"

"You catch on quick. That's exactly why I'm calling. So, is Ashy with you?"

"Not at the moment. She went out on an errand and sort of has her hands full." Which was partly true. Both of her hands were stroking my shaft. She also had her mouth full with the first two inches of my cock. Fortunately Ashley was very passionate when it came to giving blowjobs. Her slurps further helped in masking my conversation.

"What, really? So much for my back-up plan. I forgot to ask her if she made copies of those photos from last Friday. I also wanted to ask her questions about..." Aly's voice trailed off, and for a second I thought the line went dead. Then her voice picked up again. "Hey Bry, can I ask you instead?"

"I suppose you can. But if it's a personal question, maybe you should wait for—"

"It is a personal question, and it involves you too."

It didn't take a psychic to predict what was on her mind. "Does it have anything to do with this Friday between me and my sister?"

"Yeah, it does. How did you know? That's amazing."

"Lucky guess. Who told you about it? Was it Natalia?"

"Nope, Lilly. But don't tell her I told you."

For being best friends, the girls sure had trouble keeping secrets. That included the seductress who was now kissing the underside of my cock and fondling my balls.

I should have been oblivious to everything but the wondrous sensation of her mouth, but I was intrigued by the subject Aly brought up. From what I could tell of her outspoken nature, she was bound to have a lot to say. "What is it that you want to know about the date?"

"Date? Is that what you're calling it? I thought you were just doing something special for Ashy before her birthday later this month. But if that's what you want to call it, then who am I to argue. Though if you and your sister are dating, it sort of ruins my chances with you, doesn't it?" She giggled playfully, "I'm only kidding, Bry. There's no need to groan like that. "

Her joke wasn't what had me groaning all of a sudden. I was trying to hold in the sounds of immense pleasure from Ashley's hard suction on my sensitive cock head.

Aly continued, unaware her best friend was blowing her older brother. "Lilly told me everything you have planned so far. It's a good start but I think I can help make it better. Where are you taking her for dinner?"

As my brain coped to form coherent sentences, I stuttered, "Seafood restaurant, Terra Villa. Made reservations last night."

"What?" Aly barked, almost causing me to drop the phone and let go of my sister. "Why are you taking her there? There are so many better choices for a candlelight dinner."

Ashley popped my cock out of her mouth. "Are you okay, Bry? I hope I'm not distracting you. I don't want my appetite for cock to get in the way of your phone call."

I mouthed "no" and she happily resumed sucking her treat. My eyes never left her cheery face as I spoke into my phone, having recovered some of my even temper. "If my choice is that bad, then what do you suggest?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like you made a bad choice. I just meant you could do better than that. Ashy is one of my best friends and I really want to make sure she has a night she'll never forget. And if I have to intervene to make that possible, then so be it."

"Intervene? What do you have in mind?"

"Do you remember what your sister said last Friday during dinner? About the one restaurant she would love to eat at someday?"

As a matter of fact, I did. "I would love to take her to that place but I don't have the budget to afford it. I'm not swimming in green over here. Plus, reservations are really hard to get, aren't they? That's the impression I got from you girls."
"I'll admit the place is a tad pricey and reservations are nigh unattainable, but what would you say if I could reserve a table for you two this Friday at six, and half the bill will be paid for?"

"First I'd say you're insane. Then I'd ask how that's possible."

"The girls don't know this but my uncle is the owner of Amalfi's. The restaurant was named after my great grandfather. He was a firm believer in family values and he passed that mindset onto the rest of our family. Because of that, my uncle has no problems letting me and my family eat at his restaurant for next to nothing. He's not particularly short on business, so I think I can persuade him to extend the same offer to you. Would you be interested?"

"I don't know what to say. Of course I'm interested. She'd be ecstatic if I took her there. But why would you do this for me? We barely know each other and it sounds like you really have to go out of your way to make this happen."

"That is not true, Bry. Believe me when I say I know a lot about you. We're way past the introduction stage and there'll be plenty of time for us to become even closer. Right now, I just want to make sure you and Ashy have a fun time on your date together."

"Don't you find it weird that we're doing something like that?"

"Because you're siblings? It is a little weird. I'd never go on a date with my own brother. Then again, the brat's only twelve and still eats paste. I'm okay, though, with the idea of you and Ashy going out. There's something between the two of you that I don't have with anyone in my family. I can't quite put my finger on it but I can tell it's special. Just promise me you won't disappoint her, okay? I don't want to have to hunt you down."

"Yeah, I promise. With what you're offering, I don't think it's possible. Thanks, Aly."

"What are best friends for. Well, I was hoping to ask you a couple more questions but it looks like I'm going to have to shorten this call. My mom's yelling at me to come downstairs and go grocery shopping with her. Tell Ashy to call me tonight when she's done with whatever she's doing. Oh, and feel free to call me back if you ever want to talk. Just don't make me wait too long. See you soon, Bry."

The line disconnected before I had the chance to say goodbye. I snapped my phone shut and tossed it aside.

Free of my hands, Ashley relented from my cock and rubbed her ears. "You sure did a lot of talking. I thought your friend was supposed to be telling you about his summer, not the other way around."

"He's not the only guy who's been busy recently. We have just as much to say as you and your friends."

"Right, I'm sure whatever you had to tell him was more important than enjoying a good blowjob. I'm not losing my touch, am I? I'd hate to think you're getting bored of me."

"It could be that I'm getting better at controlling my urges."

"Urges, huh?" Ashley sat up, treating me to the view of her voluptuous curves. She plucked her left bra strap off her shoulder. Her right arm across her chest held the lacy cups in place. "Tell me what kind of urges you have."

I stared in awe at my baby girl. Her face was so youthful and innocent, yet her body exuded so much sexual energy. There was a confidence and simplicity in the way she posed that invited doting eyes to take in every detail of her physique. The subtle cocking of her slim hips; the long fingernail tracing the upper half of her breasts; the sultry pout she wore on her plush lips. My sister had been blessed with a smoking body from day one and she knew exactly how to flaunt it.

"Tiger, I understand you're uncomfortable saying mean things about me, but I know deep down there's a part of you that wants to be bad. You don't have to be shy. Let that side come out and play. I won't tell mommy and daddy you've been naughty."

I clenched my fists and growled. She was right. There was a part of me that wanted to be bad. Throughout all her lewd displays I had never been able to shed the image of my sister as anything less than a saint. She'd say the most vulgar and depraved things, but at the end of the night was still my lovable little sis. She had the mental conditioning to separate what happens between us from everyone else. It was an admirable quality, one that I needed to improve upon.

The first step to my path of enlightenment was to forget the ravishing woman between my legs was my good-humored sibling. That afternoon, she was my cum-starved slut.

I unclenched my fists and pushed myself up onto my knees. Ashley stared into my fiery eyes. Her expression was unshaken by my sudden advance. I held the back of her neck and pulled her face close. Her breaths tickled my lips. "You want to know what kind of urges I have? I have the urge to drag you onto all fours like a bitch in heat. I have the urge to grab your hair and slam my cock into your dirty mouth. And after pounding your throat until it's sore, I have the urge to cum all over your pretty face. Think you can handle all that for me?"

In an act that almost startled me back into my passive self, she bit my lower lip and snarled. "Handle it? I'm going to cum before I even get down on my hands." Her tongue was in my mouth before I could fathom a comeback.

No matter how far I went with my speech and body language, Ashley was always ready to one-up me. It drove me insane I'd never be able to settle on any peak before being pushed to new heights, though I'd rather have too much sexual excitement than not enough.

I gripped her right shoulder and pushed down. My lower lip was stretched as she slowly descended. I squeezed her left tit through her bra, causing her to gasp and release my lip before she could have bitten it off. I gazed down at her lean body. Her right hand was bulging from within her shorts. Slipping my own hand into the elastic fabric, I felt the wetness coating her fingers.

Ashley withdrew her hand to make room for me. She hissed when I sunk my digits into her inflamed pussy. Her body tensed, then relaxed. It became effortless for me to push her down to my crotch.

Supporting herself on her arms, she bent lower and swallowed the first half of my cock. It was still soaked from her saliva, and the fluid dripped from it like water. I cupped the back of her hair and began to thrust into her mouth, gradually building up my pace.
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and reached for her rear. Her shorts were stretched tight over her delectable ass. Curvaceous and plump, but not disproportionate to her small frame, they rocked to and from me while Ashley bobbed her head along my shaft. I slapped a round butt cheek.
She whimpered and staggered forward, her nose against my pubes. I waited for her to back off before giving her ass another slap. Again she whimpered and staggered forward.
Ashley stayed smothered in my groin, her mouth wide open. Copious amounts of spit poured out, drenching my cock and boxers. She made gurgling sounds that only enhanced the roughness of the blowjob.
I lifted her head up from my cock in fear she would choke on it. Her glazed eyes were partly concealed by the tousled hair over her face. A bubbly rope hung from her lower mouth. Her left bra cup had fallen completely off her breast, and with each heavy breath she took, her chest swelled and fell hypnotically.
Acting out of a twisted love for my sister's lewdness, I devoured the lips that had been at work on pleasing my cock. The kiss was wet, savage, and fast. It ended almost as soon as I tasted the precum on her tongue. The salty flavor was strong, and it could have been my actual load. When our mouths separated, a connected strand of saliva served as evidence of our steamy lip lock.
I placed my hands on her shoulders. Ashley immediately lowered herself to my cock. She took me into her mouth as I moved my hands to her ass cheeks. I spent a few seconds kneading her flesh before deciding to get a bare view. Hooking the waistband, I pushed her shorts off her smooth rear but left her panties in place. I happily discovered I wouldn't need to get rid of them to get a nice view of her ass. Her panties were of the g-string variety.
Seeing my sister in such an exotic piece of lingerie intrigued me. So far I had seen her wear regular panties, thongs, and boy shorts. Though very sexy, they couldn't compare to the single thin string in the crevice of her ass. My curiosity took over and I traced a finger along the material around her hips.
Ashley adjusted herself beneath me, jutting her ass out. It was like she was sensing my thong fascination and making it easier for me to access everything. Not one to pass on a grand opportunity, I ran my finger between her cheeks. She hummed approvingly, which had the added effect of titillating my cock head in her mouth.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."
She managed to free her mouth of my obtrusion despite me hunched over her. "That's what I'm trying to do, Tiger. Does it turn you on seeing my cute tushie in a g-string?"
"Hell yeah. Your ass looks spectacular in it."
Ashley wiggled her rear back and forth. "Does it make you want to grab my ass? Squeeze my ass? Spank my ass until it turns red? Be as bad as you want with me. I like being bad too."
"Just get back to sucking my cock."
"Yes sir," she giggled, her lips enveloping my girth as she took me into her throat.
My urge to cum was rapidly approaching; I needed to move swiftly if I were to sample everything Ashley had to offer me. I pried the g-string out of the way and rubbed the opening of her anus. The hole felt tiny against my forefinger. It was hard to imagine I once had three fingers and then my cock in there. But Ashley had taken all I had to give her, which included two deposits of cum. I was sure she could handle it again. All I needed to do first was get my fingers wet.
I sucked on my right fore and middle finger and pressed the middle against her anal ring. Her butt flexed in, as did the first time I attempted this, but a small push was all I needed to pop through the entrance. A couple seconds passed before the pressure subsided enough for me to try with another. The task wasn't quite as difficult and I soon had her ass clenched around two of my fingers.

Ashley moaned frantically while my cock and fingers had her skewered from both ends. The suction on my cock had ceased but simply having it on her tongue was pleasurable enough. I pumped my fingers in and out of her ass, getting to the second joint before my angle prevented me from going in any further.

As my digits drilled into her anus, her butt cheeks jiggled in a mesmerizing fashion. The one I had slapped was still a light pink from my brutish behavior. It reminded me of when Aly had her hand imprinted on my sister's derriere with a well-placed smack back in the beach store at the mall. Ashley's reaction to it hadn't been of anger but of jaw-dropping surprise. Combine that with her reaction to my own smacks and I could tell she enjoyed the maltreatment.

I caressed her right buttock with my left hand. Smoother than a baby's bottom, I was reluctant to do anything that could tarnish such perfection. Yet before I could have given it another thought, my hand already had her creamy flesh overflowing from between my fingers. It was too late to stop my greedy self-conscious, so I scooped up the spherical mass from below and weighed it like I was weighing fruit at the market.

"Damn, I still can't get over how incredible your ass is. You've turned me into an ass-lover overnight."

Ashley plopped my cock out of her mouth. "Don't stop fingering me." She took me back into her mouth without the slightest delay.

"I'll be doing more than just fingering your ass." Resuming the anal penetration with my right hand, I raised my left into the air. "Be strong for me, babe. This might sting a little."

My sister didn't have a chance to respond before my hand swung down, fingers splayed, directly onto her ass cheek. The formidable wallop sounded louder than thunder, and even felt like thunder. A severe, unexpected pain inflicted my hand. I winced at the backlash. If the contact hurt me this badly, then it must have hurt my baby girl tremendously.

And it clearly did. Ashley screamed, her mouth agape. She collapsed onto her elbows, her strength spanked out of her. What started as a pink handprint on her butt cheek quickly radiated throughout her whole body. The agonizing pressure of her anus returned, crushing my right set of fingers inside of her.

So much seemed to have been going on all at once but it took only an instant for everything to calm down. The pain in my hand diminished into a tingling numbness. Her scream quieted to a sob. The pressure on my fingers dissipated into nothingness. Ashley's lips were closed tight around my cock, her tongue licking it like a lollipop.

The overwhelming luxury brought me back to my senses. Besides her crimson hue and her whimpers, it was as though nothing had happened at all. She was either doing an excellent job holding in the pain or was actually indifferent to it. If she wasn't going to stop me, then I sure as heck wasn't going to stop on my own.

I raised my hand and swung it at her ass. Smack! Another swing. Smack! Again. Smack! Faster and faster, my hand eventually tingled to the point of being entirely numb.

Ashley ripped my cock out of her mouth. "Fucking shit, spank my ass," she bawled. "Make my ass sting. Give me all you got, Tiger."

I showed no remorse on my dear sister. Crossing my arms, I spanked her other cheek, one harsh swing after another, until she re-engulfed my throbbing cock. I grunted when her tongue swirled around every inch in her mouth. Powerless to contain myself, I quickly pulled her head away and fisted my cock. It erupted before I could warn her of my incoming orgasm.

Cum shot number one blasted squarely onto the middle of her face. A thick, white rope streaked from the tip of her nose to her forehead. The next potent spurt painted her right cheek and blinded her right eye. The third landed on her upper lip and filled her nostril, barely missing her open mouth. I had no desire to feed my sister with sperm that afternoon. I was going to let loose every ounce of my cum on her pretty face.

I stroked my cock in a mad frenzy, aimlessly firing shots in every direction. My spunk glued her eyes shut, plastered her cheeks in white, pasted her hair to her forehead, hung off her earlobe. My final spurts had just enough potency to coat her lower lip and chin in a glossy sheen.

When my cock began to shrivel in my hand, I exhaled a huge breath and toppled onto my pillow. I watched Ashley slowly sit up with her head tilted back as if to keep my cum from dripping off her face. Tiny, milky rivulets managed to drip down her neck anyway, all the way to her breasts.

"Fuck, Tiger. That's an enormous load," she muttered, wiping her hands over her neck and chest. "I must look like a filthy whore."

"You should take a look in the mirror if you really want to see how filthy you look."

Honestly, my sister looked anything but filthy. Obscene, maybe, and slutty, sure. But not filthy. That word has such a negative meaning, and despite her messy appearance I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Even when her facial features were impossible to recognize, she still looked supremely hot and sexy.

Ashley crawled off my bed, keeping her head tilted back. Her hand slipped on the edge and she almost fell over the side. "Jeez, I can hardly open my eyes to see where I'm going. How many times did you cum?"

"It felt like I came five times in a row." I wasn't trying to exaggerate. It really did feel as though I came that many times. And if I didn't, then it sure looked like it judging by my sister's condition.

She stood in front of my mirror wearing only her underwear. "Oh my god, I can't believe how outrageous I look. It's like I was dunked face first into a dog bowl of cum. Fuck, it's even in my hair. And look at how red my ass is. You really went crazy on it."

Ashley bounced back onto my bed, cum droplets flying everywhere. She smiled enthusiastically. "Is this what you call a facial? I was thinking of getting one at a spa before our date but maybe I'll just drop by your room instead."

"I'll need more than three days to recover enough cum to give you another one. Ask me again next week when I can finally get up."

"But it looks like you're already up."

I followed her gaze to my half-erect cock. It wasn't going to completely soften with my defaced sibling egging me on. "Sis, give a guy a break before you turn him on again. I know that's really tough for you because you're such a lovely nymphomaniac, but can you at least try?"

"Of course, big brother. If it's a break you need, it's a break you'll get. I can go to my room right now and lick all this yummy, gooey cum off my face by myself. That way I won't accidentally turn you on."

"Oh no you don't. You're not going anywhere." I yanked her down and she fell forward across my stomach, her legs on one side of me and her arms on the other. Her ass was high in the air, a prime position for a spanking. If only it hadn't already been abused.

I lightly rubbed her heated buttocks. "You like pain," I simply said.

"I wouldn't call it pain. More like rough love." She scooped a heavy dollop of cum into her mouth. "Mmm, tasty. So warm and soothing."

"So rough love is better than no love," I presumed. While caressing her tender flesh, I poked her soppy panties.

"It takes a lot of love and trust to accept that kind of punishment. I'm glad you took it easy on me."

"You've got to be joking. I was spanking you as hard as I could. My hand still stings from what I did to your ass."

"Well, it hurt a little at the beginning. The first spank almost made me bite down on your cock, but I don't think you'd like that. The next one hurt too, though in a good way. Then the rest came so fast that my butt went numb to the pain and all I could feel was a burning flame spreading to my pussy. I had an orgasm when you switched to my other butt cheek. Can you feel how wet my panties are?"

"Heck yeah, I can. This itty-bitty thing can't absorb any of your juices."

Ashley ate another dollop of my cum off her face. "You have a panty fetish."

"Every guy has a panty fetish."

"To an extent. Guys like panties because it's the wrapping paper to a very expensive present. The fun with panties is when it's time to take it off and see what's hidden beneath. You, on the other hand, like the wrapping paper more than the present."

"What makes you say that? I like what's beneath your panties very much."

"It's the way you stare at me. Your eyes get really big and starry when I'm wearing something sexy. You look like a kid on Christmas morning."

Ashley had me figured out too well. As much as I enjoyed her nude form, I also enjoyed how barely-there underwear accentuated her overall beauty. It's the wide spectrum of colors, the variety of fine fabrics, and the menagerie of different designs and styles that drove me bonkers. There wasn't anything in the world that fascinated me more than seeing my sister in lavish unmentionables.

"Okay, you got me. I have an unhealthy panty-fetish and I'm in need of serious help. It's all because of how drop-dead gorgeous you are when you're in them."

Ashley turned her head to me and smiled. "Or when I'm covered in cum?"

Her face had been cleaned of most of my creamy sperm blobs. All that was left was a shiny polish. "Especially when you're covered in cum."

She scooted up my torso, her face daringly close to mine. I could smell the pungent scent of fresh cum with her every breath. I wholly welcomed her pliant lips when she kissed me.

"Bry, I think I can help you take care of your panty-fetish."

"What do you have in mind?"

"It's a surprise. You'll have to wait and see what I have in store for you. In the meantime..."Ashley got onto her knees and scooted higher up my chest. With her legs at either side of my head, she pulled away the gusset of her tiny underwear. I stared up at her pussy. "Get your tongue ready for me, Tiger. It's my turn to cum all over your face."



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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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-31



* * * Wednesday * * *

"Rise and shine, my big hunky brother of mine."

My cozy blanket was wrenched out of my weak grip. "Ash? What the heck are you doing?"

"Waking you up, of course. It's almost nine. Time to get out of bed."

I sluggishly sat up and read my clock. "Nine already? What happened this morning? Aren't we supposed to be jogging with your friends?"

The bed bounced like a paddleboat in the middle of a storm as my lively sister climbed on. Dressed in a styling ruffled miniskirt, a sexy tight-fitting blouse, and remarkably higher heels than what she normally wore, Ashley looked ready to take on the hottest nightclub in town.

"No jogging today. Today's going to be a fun day for just the two of us. I have a bunch of things I want to do and they all include you."

"I see... and I assume I have to get dressed so we can get started right away."

"Yup, we don't have a minute to spare. First thing on my agenda is a shopping spree. I want to get to the store before it gets crowded."

"Shopping doesn't sound like much fun. Not for me, anyway."

"Oh, don't worry. You'll have tons of fun with where I'm taking you."

"You're taking me? Last time I checked you still don't have a license."

"Bry," she whined, increasing the pitch of her voice, pouting her lips, playing her puppy dog card right at the get-go. "Please, please, please let me drive your car so I can take the most awesome-est brother in the world on a shopping spree he'll never forget?"

I couldn't deny a request that I had surrendered to all but once. "Since you put it that way, pour me a glass of orange juice while I get ready and I'll even let you choose the radio station."

"I was right. You are the most awesome-est brother in the whole wide world." Ashley tackled me onto my pillow, a gentle kiss on my lips all I needed to be wide awake beneath her warm body.

And in a few short minutes, she and I were on the road beneath the sun's scorching hot rays.

"So where are going shopping, sis? Or a better question, what are we shopping for?"

"You'll find out in a minute. We're going to a very cool clothing store. Like I said, you'll like what they have there."

While the car sped past one store after another, I pondered the possibilities of where Ashley could have been taking me. Each passing store appeared less and less familiar, and also more and more expensive. We were in an pricey part of town, a mini Rodeo Drive if you will. Since I couldn't afford a measly tie at any of the designer stores in the area, I spent very little time there. I wouldn't be surprised, however, if Ashley was well-acquainted with the strip. She parked in front of a specialized clothing store.

I hesitantly stepped out of the car, finding it hard to believe this was going to be our stop. "Why'd you park at this place?"

Buoyant as ever, my sister skipped around the front of the car to my side. "This is where I want to go shopping, duh."

"You've got to be kidding. This is really where you wanted to take me?"

"Uh-huh, didn't I say it was a cool store? C'mon, let's go in. There's a ton of stuff I want to try out."

Ashley and I were less than ten feet from the entrance to the racy and grandiose Temptations, a lingerie store of fantastical proportions. I had only heard tidbits about the little shop of hedonism, but piece those tidbits together and I had an excellent idea of what to expect: exotic underwear with lots of peeks at naked flesh, and kinky costumes to fulfill any man's fantasy.

Ashley took the first step toward the double glass door, and then one more before turning around to face me. "Bry, what are you waiting for? The fun's inside the store, not out here."

I glanced side to side, hoping I wouldn't be seen by anyone I knew. You could never be too cautious. "This place isn't really meant for a guy like me. I feel weird just looking at these display windows, let alone being on the other side of them."

"It's okay. Guys come here all the time with their girlfriends. There's nothing to feel weird about. Besides, don't you want to see me try out some of this stuff? I'll need your input on what looks good on me. I still feel bad for not letting you pick out my bikini like I said you could. To make up for it, I want you to pick out something for me to wear for our date."

Put it that way and I would have entered a lion's cage if it meant watching my sister put on a private lingerie show for me. "All right, I'll go in, but only because you asked me so nicely."

The inside was as lavish as I had envisioned. Pink, pink, and more pink everywhere the eye could see, interspersed by a myriad of Valentine colors and gold. The risqué mannequins standing in the display windows were only a small preview of the delights the store had to offer. From elaborate full body gowns to itty-bitty patches of lace, the store had all a woman needed to feel and look like a million bucks. Hours of fun could be spent swimming through the sea of silk, velvet, and leather.

"See anything you like?" Ashley smilingly asked.

"Yeah, everything. I don't know where to start."

"Then let's keep it simple. Start at the beginning."

I followed Ashley to a nearby shelf layered with sheer panties. They were so sheer, I could see her face through the fabric as she held a pair up for inspection. "Oh, these look pretty. Here, feel it. Isn't that nice?"

The panties felt wonderfully smooth against my forefinger. "Yeah, very nice. You'd look great in these."

"I don't like the color, though. Lime green is too bright. Which one do you like?"

My eyes explored all the different colored panties on the shelf. "Hmm, black is pretty nice. It makes you look so much more mature, especially when the lighting is really soft. But I like white a lot too. It's simple and pure, which is perfect since you're always smiling and so cheery. Red is also very sexy. It's such a mischievous color, and it matches you perfectly when you're being devilish and naughty. Then there's purple, blue, and all the shades in between... it's impossible to choose just one."

"I never said you have to pick one color. Panties aren't the only things I'm buying."

"What else is there?"

Ashley waved her arm toward the rest of the store, opening my eyes to the magical world of lingerie. "Look around, Bry. There's more to underwear than just bras and panties. There's negligees, teddies, baby dolls, bustiers, corsets, garter belts, and stockings. The list keeps going and going. If there's anything you want to see your baby girl in, anything in your wildest dreams, just tell me and I'll make it come true."

My brain raced through the many fantasies I had of my sister. They were as varied as the color of panties I was examining. Schoolgirl Ashley, cheerleader Ashley, nurse Ashley, secretary Ashley, newlywed Ashley. You name it, I've dreamt about it. There was one thing all the different versions of Ashley had in common: the breathtaking underwear beneath all of her suggestive costumes.

I eyed an interesting piece of lingerie behind her. "Sis, my first fantasy involves you wearing something like that." I showed her the silver bustier I was drawn to for her approval. She gave me two big thumbs-up.

I repeated a similar line for my second, third, and eventually sixth fantasy outfit. We scoured every shelf and skimmed every rack for the raunchiest underwear and nightwear known to man. The chance to inspect frilly teddies and see-through baby dolls with my sister brought out a side of me I had never seen before. For once, I was actually enjoying shopping for clothes. I wanted to know everything there was to know about lingerie, like what's the difference between a bustier and a corset, or a camisole and a slip. Ashley tried her best to explain it to me but I had a feeling even she didn't know the finer details. We required the assistance of a buxom redhead to clarify things, although I still wasn't able to understand all the intricacies. It didn't help that I could only pay attention to the woman's deep cleavage in a low-cut neckline and a micro skirt that made Ashley's miniskirt look modest.

The twenty-something year-old answered one more question before we let her go to help with another customer.

"Oh my god, check out her ass," Ashley said secretively. "Hers is way rounder than mine. Just look at it."

"The only reason hers looks so good is because of the skirt she has on. Your ass is still much nicer."

"Think mine would look hot in a skirt like that?"

"Without a doubt, babe. I see some sexy shorts and skirts in the corner over there. Let's check them out."

In addition to provocative lingerie, the store had a wide array of suggestive outerwear. Booty shorts, cut-off jeans, tees with phrases like "Good girl gone bad", "So many men, so little time", "Wanna ride?", and a slew of others that made me blush just reading to myself.

Ashley held up one of the naughty shirts, her back turned to me. "Mom and dad would freak if they saw me wear this. 'Free stripping and handling'. And look at these. 'Future M.I.L.F.', 'Silicone free', 'Angel until 18'. Some of them fit me perfectly."

"Are you referring to the logo or the size?"

"Both." She grinned over her shoulder, making sure I noticed her troublemaker smile. "Look at how tiny the skirts are over here. If I wear these, it'll be a free peep show for anyone behind me."

I x-rayed her ass beneath her clothes, imagining the voyeuristic scenario. "What's the price of admission to get more than just a peep?"

Ashley hiked up the back of skirt. Her forefinger traced her naked butt crack. "For you, nothing."

The bundle of clothes I had been carrying dropped to the floor. "Ash, you're not wearing any panties!"

"No wonder it feels so breezy. It's a good thing we're shopping for underwear." She calmly tidied her skirt back down over her ass. "Hurry and pick up the clothes. I think it's time for me to try them on."

Each sway of my sister's hips teased me with a near glimpse of bare buttocks as I followed her to the back of the store. I had already been staring at her ass religiously while we were shopping, but knowing there was nothing beneath her skirt had me praying to the higher ups for a miracle gust of wind. It was a big stretch of the imagination, of course, considering we were indoors, but a guy could think silly things when he's around a pretty girl.

Ashley and I went through a few sets of heavy curtains before I almost dropped her clothes again in the most extravagant dressing area I had ever been in. "Wow," I muttered, "I feel like I'm on a porn set all of a sudden."

The richly decorated room looked like a salacious Arabic palace from an X-rated version of Aladdin. The walls were draped with thick layers of curtains. A gold chandelier armed with dozens of light bulbs hung from the painted ceiling. Rows of shelves and small tables supported opulent gold vases and statues. A large half-circle sofa stretched along the wall opposite five curtained dressing stalls. Piles of square and log pillows stitched with Arabic calligraphy were littered on the sofa and lush carpet. Every color of the rainbow was represented, with the color of royalty, purple, given the most representation.

"This place is beautiful," Ashley said. "I should decorate my room like this."

"You've never shopped here before?"

She brushed aside the curtain to the middle dressing stall and opened an inner door. The interior was as lavishly decorated as the exterior. It was as wide our bathroom and just as deep. A glass mirror covered one entire wall and a small rack of clothing props was situated in the back.

"This is my first time. My friends have bought underwear here and suggested I come check it out for myself."

"Girls keep buying lingerie at a younger age these days."

Giggling, she told me, "Put all the clothes on the bench over there and wait for me outside. Your very own fashion show starts in just five minutes."

"You spoil me too much."

"Consider it payback for all the times you've spoiled me." Ashley kissed me merrily on the lips. "Now get out of here so I can change." She smacked my derriere as I made my way out.

Slumped in the middle of the cozy sofa, I twiddled my thumbs as I waited for my sister's grand emergence. She and I had picked out a little bit of everything, so there was no shortage of outfits she could assemble. Maybe she'd match the floral maroon boy short with the frilly bustier. Or maybe she'd wear something sinfully playful like the tight orange hot pants and red halter top glittered with the word "Jailbait". My erection swelled at the thought of it.

Looking around, I could tell the room's setting was clearly designed to stimulate carnal feelings. Everything from the colors to the lavender scent in the warm air added to the sensual atmosphere. It was further enhanced by the music playing overhead, which ranged from jazz to a bit of pop and dance. Because of all these elements, in addition to the prospect of a racy show, I didn't feel awkward sporting a blatant boner. I recalled one other customer and two woman employees, so chances of an interruption should be minimal.

"Bry, are you ready for me?" Ashley shouted from her room.

"Yeah, I'm always ready for you," I shouted back, immediately feeling very self-conscious for shouting aloud publicly.

"Okay, here I come."

The show started with a bang as the curtains were ripped to the side. Ashley stood at the entrance with a hand on her hip and the other supporting herself on the doorframe. A turquoise corset with matching panties and a white garter belt attached to thigh-high stockings made her the personification of hotness.

"Holy... you look gorgeous, Ash."

My sister sashayed to the music to where I sat in awe, and did a pirouette at my feet. "I really like this outfit. Super sexy yet it doesn't reveal all my goodies." Her hips and arms moved in sync to the song overhead. She was performing a slow, sensuous dance just for me, simple in movement yet vastly erotic in style.

Ashley suddenly stopped dancing, much to my disappointment, but followed it up by bending forward until her breasts were magnified in front of my face. "Take a closer look and don't be afraid to cop a feel. Tell me what you think about it."

I slid my hands around to her ass, scooping two handfuls of soft flesh, and pulled her into me. She tumbled onto the sofa, straddling my lap. "I don't know where to start. I love everything about it. Fuck, it's hard to believe you're actually wearing something like this. I've only seen this stuff worn by older models."

Regaining her composure on top of me, Ashley began to gyrate her slim body, tempting me with the pair of breasts spilling over the tight piece of lingerie. "Girls just graduating from high school aren't old enough to wear corsets and garters?"

Unable to resist, I wetted my lips and moved closer to her chest, kissing the abundance of naked skin. Her gyrations ceased, her body motionless as she let me have my way with her. My hands crept up the sides of the corset, feeling the little ridges of the etched pattern and tracing the contour of her slender figure.

As I kissed the top of her breasts to the base of her neck, I intermittently told her, "It's hard to believe that the little sister I've been growing up with all these years, who I thought was the perfect little angel, who never got in serious trouble and never dressed provocatively, would be showing off her sexy little body so wantonly with other people around."

Ashley snapped my head back from her bust. "I don't see anyone around right now besides you." Like a starved predator having caught its prey, she practically swallowed my lips into her mouth, our tongues clashing as we groped at whatever body parts we could get our hands on.

I clawed at her splendid ass. It didn't matter to me that someone could have come in at any moment and disrupted our steamy kiss. We were in a store that encouraged lust and desires. I was simply acting out on the fanatical lust and desire I had for my sister.

Ashley abruptly severed our kiss. We huffed and puffed for much-needed air. She slowly rose off my lap. "Whew, this one is a keeper."

"Yeah, definitely." A corset was something I could easily see myself undressing Ashley from night after night.

I admired her taut ass gradually distancing itself from me. "Where are you going?"

"To try on another outfit. Ill be back in a jiffy." Ashley closed the lavish curtains separating us.

I lolled my head against the plush backrest and sighed. This had to be the single greatest day of my life. Forget my high school graduation, forget my eighteenth birthday party bash, forget everything that'd happened in my twenty years of existence. I was in heaven. A heaven filled with satiny delights, pink pleasures, and my sweetheart's glorified assets.

With my head in the clouds, I didn't notice the redhead from earlier and a customer entering the room until they passed me to an unoccupied stall. The redhead ushered the woman in before turning to me with an enchanting smile. Her long legs in five inch stilettos carried her stacked frame to where I gawked stupidly. She sat down next to me.

Her voice was low and sultry. "Hello again, sir. Have you and your girlfriend been able to find everything you're looking for?"

I clumped my hands together to futilely cover my hard-on. "Y-yeah, we have. She's changing into something right now."

"Oh, so is she putting on a little show for you? We don't get too many couples daring enough to do that. Many prefer to use the smaller dressing rooms just outside. If you don't mind me asking, how old is your girlfriend?"

I told her the ripe age of eighteen.

"Wow, so young. When I was her age, I was still shopping for underwear at your average department store. You're a lucky man to have such a beautiful girlfriend willing to model for you. Would it be okay if I stay for a minute and see how our items look on her?"

Before I could answer, Ashley carelessly announced, "Okay, I'm all ready. Feast your eyes on this, Tiger." Her curtains were thrown to the side.

"Good lord," the woman uttered, staring in disbelief. "You are one very lucky man."

Whereas Ashley's first ensemble was traditional lingerie and made her appear very mature, this next one thoroughly accentuated her youthfulness. She was pink and yellow striped from breasts to toes in a bra and panty set, more for swimwear than bed wear, and a matching pair of striped socks rolled up to her thighs. The strings to her top looped behind her neck; the strings to her bottom hung low on her hips in a horizontal line.

Ashley stood frozen in her dressing room, not expecting to put on a pageant for two. The redhead motioned with her hand for Ashley to come over. "Don't be shy, let's have a closer look. I didn't mean to startle you. I was asking your boyfriend if I could stay."

Ashley crept toward the couch, hands behind her back and blushing pinker than her underwear. "It's okay, you can stay. How do I look?"

"Simply marvelous," the woman complimented. "You have a figure that'd make supermodels jealous."

"Brian, what do you think?"

"I think you should model professionally. You're stunning."

My statuesque sister beamed a flawless smile. As if my praise helped her regain her confidence, she spun on her feet and rocked her hips to the upbeat song that was playing. I couldn't believe she was bold enough to dance like this in front of a stranger.

"Hold that pose," the woman said, stepping up to Ashley who had her back to us. The woman, a good four or five inches taller than my sibling, bent over slightly, just enough to have her skirt inadvertently ride up and flash me her black panties. She placed her hands on Ashley's left thigh and pulled her sock higher, which I hadn't realized was uneven with the other. She then proceeded to pinch the triangular backside of Ashley's thong and adjusted it neatly into her crack. "There, much better. Can't allow the smallest detail to go unnoticed."
Ashley turned around to us. "Thanks, ma'am. I'm a little excited to try some of this stuff on. A lot of these will be a first for me."

"Call me Annette, sweetie. I understand how much of a thrill it is to wear sexy clothes, especially for a cute boyfriend. Or a cute girlfriend," the woman added with a wink. "I should be heading outside now to see if anyone else needs help. If you have any questions or just want a second opinion, please feel free to find me and ask." She complimented Ashley once more before heading out.

My barely-dressed dancer restarted her routine, her hue returning to peachy. "Bry, why didn't you warn me we had a guest? I was so embarrassed when I saw her sitting with you."

"You didn't give me much of a chance before you barged out like you owned the place. It looked like you got over it pretty fast, dancing in front of us like that."

"She's probably seen her fair share of women in my heels. I don't have anything she hasn't seen before."

Ashley turned away from me and plopped her ass down onto my lap. "This dancing has me worn out a little. You don't mind if I sit down for a minute, do you?"

Her ass rubbed against my rigid pole. "Not at all. You can sit down for as long as you want. But only if you tell me how you became such an exhibitionist."

"Because I was dancing for you and that big-titted redhead?"

"Don't be mean. That lady seemed really nice."

"It's a compliment. Those puppies must drive men wild. I can feel how much it affects you."

"Trust me, you have a much more profound effect on me than any busty woman."

Ashley leaned back, resting against my chest, her golden hair blinding me beneath the bright lights. "I'm not really an exhibitionist. I'm just not afraid of having fun with you when there are other people around."

"Sounds like an exhibitionist to me. You should be careful with how much fun you have. Restraint isn't your best quality."

She gyrated into my groin, rubbing my cock in all the right ways. "I feel so sexy in these clothes. It'd be a dream come true if I could take everything I wear home."

Her gyrations quickened, her ass pushing down harder onto me. I gulped down what felt like a golf ball stuck in my throat. "Sis, what are you up to?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm giving you a lap dance."

It's official. This was indeed the greatest day of my life. "Go ahead, Tiger, feel me up. I don't have a no-touching policy."

"Restraint really isn't your best quality," I jokingly repeated.

Nor was it mine. I laid my hands on the small area of skin between her panties and socks, her skin hot to the touch. I kept my hands steady and let her movements rub her thighs against my fingers.

"You feel so big between my ass cheeks. So thick and hard. I remember so well how you filled my ass when you screwed me. It's been awhile since you've fucked my ass, hasn't it? My ass really misses the feel of you fucking it senseless. You miss my ass too, don't you? You want to rip my panties off? Slam your cock into my tight asshole?"

"That and a whole lot of other nasty things."

I was getting riled up fast. Blood and adrenaline zipped through my system, steeling my cock to industrial strength. My eyes saw pink and yellow panties rubbing my lead pipe, but my brain saw my dirty sister naked and impaled by it. One peek at her puckered anus and I'd be balls deep inside her in a heartbeat.

Momentarily freeing me from her seductive allure, Ashley hopped onto her heels. "If you want my ass, you better show me how far you're willing to go for it."

Uninhibited, untamed, she danced with more style, more energy. Her legs, arms, and hips swayed suggestively, teasingly, but never exhaustingly. Her butt cheeks, bare except for the miniscule cotton patch in her crevice, attracted most of my attention. I looked up to see a lewd smile lighting up her face as she glanced at me over her shoulder.

"This is what you want, isn't it? My nice, round ass?" Ashley reached behind and slapped her left cheek. My dick throbbed at the harsh sound. "Answer me, Tiger. You want my ass, don't you?" I excitedly nodded like a toy bobble head. "Show me what you'll do for it. I want to see how bad you want it."

Ashley twirled around. I yearned for a longer glimpse of ass but her breasts and flat tummy made me forget all about it. Her hands settled on my knees and gently pushed them apart. She sunk to a squatting position while massaging my inner thighs. Her fingers lightly scratched my engorged member through my clothes, her lusty hazel eyes transfixed on mine. She nipped my pants with her teeth, slowly advancing to the solid lump.

"Tiger, do you want to stroke your cock right now?"

I groaned deeply, the pleasure too great to keep subdued. "More than anything. Damn, you're so hot."

Leave it to me to state the obvious. Fortunately it had enough fire to get my sister more animated. She rolled her tongue out, licking my cock through my pants, and scratched my abdomen with her long, painted fingernails.

"Stroke your prick for me," Ashley purred. "Let me see you play with yourself."

I felt my skeleton jump out of my skin. "Are you out of your mind? I'm not going to do that here."

"Why not? You said you wanted to stroke it. I'd hate for you to have a bad case of blue balls."

"Ash, it's all this dirty talk and dancing that has me so hard. If you keep this up, my cock is going to tear through my pants."

The devilish hussy climbed onto the sofa, straddling me like she'd done in the first outfit. Her sexy movements persisted with her breasts in my face. "Then why not take your cock out so it doesn't make an embarrassing hole in a perfectly fine pair of pants?"

Her logic made a lot of sense. I did like the pants I had on, and it would have felt awfully nice to stroke my cock while receiving a lap dance. But wait a minute... no, no, no! I had to stay strong, I had to say no. I couldn't do something so absurd as masturbating in a lingerie store. What in the world could have made my sister think I'd say yes to that? Sure, my tented bump was visible from the moon and she had my face smothered between her breasts, but it'd take a lot more than that for my concrete resolve to crumble.

Ashley, nevertheless, had just the trick to demolish my brick wall. She tossed her golden hair to the side and reached behind her neck, a wicked glint shimmering in her eyes. "Since you're afraid of showing me yours, I'll show you mine first." She stretched her hands into the air, holding the strings to her bikini top above her head. My eyes bulged out of their sockets more than my cock ever could from my pants.

I knew I was lost under her spell when, instead of saying something rational like "tie it back on before someone sees you," I wordlessly cupped her tender breasts. Sensibility had taken a backseat to shameless desire. I wanted to see her perky pink nipples, to see how excited she was by acting like a total cocktease.

And oh boy, did Ashley play that role to a tee. Being careful not to let the triangular cups fall forth, she crumpled up the strings and bit down on them, holding the bikini top in place with only her teeth. The indents of her nipples were faintly visible through the cotton.

Leave it to divine intervention—or plain bad luck—to put everything to a standstill. The woman who had been escorted by the redhead came out of her dressing room, her attention cast on the bundle of clothes draped over her arm. She walked by with nary a glance in our direction.

Ashley stayed motionless on my lap until the woman was out of sight and I told her it was okay to move again. Ashley's skin was beyond pink, her eyes having grown to the size of Oreos. She began to retie her bikini top. "Bry, why didn't you tell me someone else was in here?"

"You didn't ask."

She rubbed my skull with her knuckle. Noogies were reserved for the most severe punishments.

"Ow, that wasn't very nice."

Ashley stuck her tongue out as she climbed off me and vanished into her dressing room.

What a bummer. That was the end of my fashion show, I presumed. The reality that we weren't alone had knocked some sense into us. There was no way Ashley would dare continue her indecent proposal after being almost caught topless. It was a shame I didn't get to see everything we had selected for her to wear. There were still a good three or four outfits she could have put together.

The minutes on my cell phone slowly ticked away as I waited for Ashley to come out. Though I had never worn a skirt and blouse before, I didn't think it should have taken ten minutes to get dressed. Lo' and behold, I was in for a drool-inducing surprise when she finally shed the curtains.

Some of the items I had snagged for my sister were hand-picked by me; others were tossed into the growing pile of lingerie at her whim. The ensemble she was showing off was one of her own creations. Baby blue fishnet stockings led to silky white panties, partially covered by a blue skirt. The skirt couldn't really be called one since its purpose wasn't to hide but to tantalize; it was just over two inches from the waistband to the hem and could have easily been mistaken for a loose belt. Past her naked midriff was a baby blue fishnet top and a white lacy bra. To complete the astonishing look, she had a black choker with metal spikes clasped around her neck.

No asking how she looked this time. Ashley catwalked right up to me and jumped onto my lap like I was old man Santa. It was her turn to state to obvious. "You're still hard."

"How can I not be with you looking like a pornstar."

"Hmm, a pornstar, huh? Between that and modeling, I must have a pretty bright future. But don't you worry. I promise to always remember the man that led me to stardom."

"The only time you're going to be either of those is around me," I defensively remarked.

"Oh, possessive and needy. I like that. You know you're the only one who can handle this."

Ashley hopped off my lap and spun her back to me. Bending forward, she reached down to her ankles spread past shoulder-width. Her skirt completely rose up from her ass and the pencil-width string between her cheeks looked ready to snap with the slightest tug. She swayed her proudest asset. "You can handle this, can't you?"

So much for sensibility being knocked back into us. "You just don't quit."

Ashley giggled with her head upside-down between her legs. "Mom and dad taught me to never give up if there's something I really want."

My mouth watered profusely. This wasn't the first time her ass called to me to grab it. The same opportunity arose the previous Friday when I went shopping with Ashley and her friends for bikinis, though that scenario wasn't anywhere as arousing as my current one. Any semblance of self-control I had against my sister's wild antics were diminishing by the second. Her insanity was replacing all logical reasoning.

I curved my fingers to fit the curvature of her bubble butt and planted my hands on her smooth skin. It was like trying to palm a basketball. "We're going to get in so much trouble."

She straightened up, flinging her hair back with my hands still glued to her. "We haven't gotten in trouble yet."

Keyword: yet. A very important word that Ashley cared little for. Just because it hasn't happened yet doesn't mean it never will. But try explaining that to her. Ignore the fact that someone had already found us in a very compromising situation.

Ashley batted my hands off her rear and shoved me back against the seat. She stepped onto the sofa, her heels piercing the velvet cushions on either side of me.

"What's the status on your panty fetish?"

Holding onto her slender calves for her support and my own self-satisfaction, I stared up at her flower-printed underwear as she performed a pole dancer shimmy right above me. "Are you trying to cure it or make it worse?"

She placed her right hand on the wall behind us for additional balance as she rotated her hips in a captivating slow-dance. "Depends on how you look at it. If by cure, you mean giving you a daily dose of panty shots, then yes, I'm trying to cure you. If by worse, you mean making you more obsessed than ever with them, then yes, I'm trying to make it worse. Pick whatever turns you on the most."

I was as hard as I'd ever get, so I couldn't tell which had the greater effect on me. Both involved a plethora of sexy underwear modeled by none other than the love of my life. Either way it was a win-win situation.

The minutes slowly passed as Ashley continued her sensual performance. It could have been hours for all I cared. None of her single movements were ever exactly the same, and no matter how many times she bumped and grinded her crotch into my face, I would have watched with the intensity during the tenth hour as I did the second I laid eyes on her.

Stepping in place to the tune of Michael Jackson's "Pretty Young Thing", the firm muscles in her calves tightened as I ran my hands over her fishnet stockings. Not only was it the first time I had seen Ashley in fishnets, it was the first I had seen her in stockings of any kind. Normally the highlight of my summers would've been catching Ashley in a cute one-piece bikini, the most revealing outfit I would ever get to see of her in. But now? Anything that wasn't suitable for an X-rated movie was sacrilegious.

Around the fifth minute of staring straight up at the perfect culmination of every man's wet dream, my neck started to cramp. I was human after all and the weight of my over-inflated ego was too heavy to support. There couldn't be many guys in the world who could share a similar experience.

Ashley carefully turned around, presenting an up-close and personal look at the ass I love so much. Any discomfort I was feeling was suddenly nonexistent.

"You don't mind if I sit again, do you?" she asked, her voice omnipotent in an ass-filled paradise.

"Only as long as I get to—" keep my hands on those sexy, smooth legs of hers. That's what I wanted to say before her ass came down on my face like a solar eclipse.

I could barely open my mouth, barely breathe with so much flesh smothering me. Ashley had my head tilted all the way back on top of the backrest, sitting on me like I was an extension of the sofa. She rotated her ass in circles, forcing my head in the same motion. I tried to fight her off so I could breathe again but she just laughed at my muzzled cries for air.

How could my little sister be so sadistic? She wouldn't hurt a fly, and yet now she was giggling like an evil villain while she asphyxiated me with her bountiful mound of ass. It was unheard of for a girl more delicate than a rose.

The lack of oxygen to my head made me snap. An ass of this magnitude and letting my salacious sister prance around half-naked for so long had taken its toll on me and my granite cock. Since she didn't mind showing off her goodies in the back of a clothing store, then neither would I. I was determined to get some action before someone inevitably caught us.

Shoving the pair of buns away from my face, I slipped out from beneath my sister like a greased pig. She lost some of her balance and fell forward, right onto my shoulder as I stood in front of her. Possessed by a desire to get my rocks off, I carried her off the couch, across the waiting room, and past the curtains to her dressing room. I kicked the inner door and locked it shut while she feverishly raked my neck and spine with her fingernails.

Once our privacy was secured, Ashley pushed herself off my shoulder and dropped to her knees. As if my pants were on fire, she hacked away the bronze zipper to save my penis from perilous doom. The burning red crown, poking through the front of my underwear, was leaking precum. Ashley enveloped the tip in her wet mouth, thirsty for something thick and creamy. She moaned at the feel and taste of a hard dick on her tongue.

In less than twenty seconds I went from being smothered by ass to being surrounded by lips. Talk about instant results. My cock-gobbling sister stared up at me as she bobbed her head and sucked my tube. There was a magnificent twinkle in her eyes.

I withdrew my penis from her mouth. No, I wasn't out of my mind or having second thoughts. I just felt like showing my sister how much I love her. I pulled Ashley to her feet and kissed her soft lips fiercely. As her tongue entered and explored my mouth, her fingers closed around my shaft and rubbed the oozing tip onto the front of her panties. I kissed her lips with increasing fervor as she jacked my rod.

"I love you," I muttered, attempting to light a spark of romance in a very non-romantic situation.

Ashley lowered to her knees, panting deliriously, her eyes dead-set on the pole in her hand. Forgoing the lovey-dovey stuff was all right with my penis. It was more interested in being sucked on by her expert mouth.

I held onto the sides of her head. "Open up, babe. You want my cock, you got it."

Even though Ashley was expecting me to slide my member through her lips, she wasn't expecting me to do it so forcefully. She squealed as my cock crashed into the back of her throat, disrupting her breathing pattern. I pulled out, keeping the head on her tongue. She needed only a second to regain her composure. Her squeal turned to mewls as she instinctively started sucking.

Sighing at the wet softness of her mouth, I pushed in until she swallowed half my length. I felt her gag slightly, a rare occurrence considering how effortlessly she had normally taken me. Her face contorted and her head jerked back. I kept my dick in her mouth and pumped with short, shallow plunges. Her lips became wetter and wetter with each sampling of cock.

Ashley stared down at the column of flesh penetrating her mouth, moaning and slurping on my meat. She was as turned on as I was, and I had no doubt this had been her plan all along. She got off on public exposure, having done so in the proximity of total strangers more than once already. As long as the chance of being caught by someone I knew was slim, public exposure fired me up too.

"God damn, sis, you look so fucking sexy. Use your tongue, babe. Fuck yeah, don't stop. You're going to make me cum so hard."

Ashley's eyes darted up to mine excitedly. She kept sucking, pulling in her cheeks, caressing my cock with her lips and tongue. My veiny shaft slid back and forth through her mouth as she bobbed her head, increasing the intensity and pleasure of another world-class blowjob.

Oh man, Ashley looked so sexy, and so very slutty. Her face had a cuteness that made her innocently young, but the dick in her hot mouth and the provocative lingerie barely covering her nubile body turned my baby sister into a gorgeous cock-sucking lolita. She didn't just look the part, she acted it by swallowing my constant flow of precum. Her hazel eyes glowed as she worked her jaw around my cock, making soft little moans that made me ooze more of the delicious juice she loved to drink.

The pleasure consumed me. I was tremendously aroused from viewing her skimpy underwear and sensual lap dance, but her lack of inhibitions and the incredible feeling of her moist mouth pushed me over the edge.

I held onto the back of her head, keeping her mouth still as I blew my load. "Fuck," I gasped, "suck it, babe. Drink every last drop of my cum. Taste it all."

Ashley growled ferociously, hungry for the sperm shooting toward the back of her throat. Her tongue massaged the underside of my cock head, tasting my salty cum for only a millisecond before she had to swallow, lest my load overfill her mouth and drip out. She tried to go deeper on me to ease the gulping process, but I held her tighter between my hands, wanting her to taste every spurt I gave her. Unfortunately I overestimated her cum-guzzling ability. Thick, milky strands began to seep from the corners of her lips.
I quickly let go of her head. Ashley bobbed forward, swallowing the rest of my cock. By then it was too late. My cum had stopped spurting out and it was dripping off her chin, landing on her chest. She pulled back and gripped the base of my shaft. The tip bounced on her tongue as she stroked me to coax out any leftover sperm. A pearly smile stretched across her face. Having the bubbly cream all over her mouth didn't bother her at all. Her tongue licked around my phallus to clean it off.

Satisfied I was drained, Ashley tried to stand up, but my hands on her shoulders prevented her from doing so. She saw my crooked grin and gave me a funny look as I nudged down on her shoulders. At first she didn't do anything, but when I nudged again a little harder, she grinned and dropped to a squatting position. Wrapping her hands around my shaft, her agile tongue lapped the rounded tip of my rock-hard dick, setting me up for a second blowjob.

The first orgasm, as great as it felt, happened way too quickly compared to my recent standards. I was in need of more oral stimulation, and I couldn't wait until we got home to have more of it. I petted my sister's soft hair and enjoyed the wonderful sensations she was giving me with her mouth, tongue, and lips.

"Good girl. Show me how much you love giving blowjobs. Turns you on, doesn't it? Giving your brother a blowjob in lingerie that isn't even yours."

She hummed "mm-hmm" as she scooped up my cum from her chin using my cock head. White droplets fell onto her tongue as she held the tip above her mouth.

"Suck it, babe. You can have more cum when I blow in your mouth again."

The prospect of more sperm inspired Ashley to wrap her lips around my shaft. She sucked on my cock, drawing me in deeper and deeper until the head was in her throat.

"Oh god, that's good. You're just not a great cock-sucker. You're a great deep-throater."

Ashley spat out my rod. It was completely bathed in her saliva. "Just shut up and fuck my mouth."

It was the first thing she said to me since entering the dressing room. I smiled as I jerked my hips, plowing my cock through her slick lips. She straightened up a little and shoved her mouth down my entire length, the bulb scraping the back of her throat. The dirty look in her eyes told me how badly she craved this.

My cock grew harder and bigger inside of her. I felt her shaking as she kept her nose pressed against my pants. I tried moving my hips back but Ashley moved forward with me. She coughed around my prick, spitting tiny droplets of saliva.

I groaned when she finally pulled her head away. Her eyes were rimmed with the signs of tears and her chest heaved greatly for air. I tilted her chin up, getting my fingers sticky with drool by doing so. I gave her a moment to regain her breath, then rammed my cock into her mouth, pushing until I was stuck in her throat.

Ashley allowed me to use her mouth for my greedy pleasure, supplying only the wetness I needed to make entrance as smooth as possible. My hips rocked at a sweltering pace, faster than I had intended, but with the only person who could stop me slurping louder on my cock, I let myself go to the incredible feeling.

I tossed my head back and groaned again. I couldn't care less if anyone heard my primal cries of passion. This blowjob was just too fucking amazing.

It was at the instant I finally took my eyes of my sister that I noticed the mirror behind her. Our reflection gave me an alternate view of the lewdness going on in the small room.

I could see my right hand on the back of Ashley's head, guiding her swaying motions as she sucked me off. Her golden blonde hair was draped over the fishnet crisscrossing her back. Her knees were spread out to the side with her hands holding them apart. The bottom curves of her ass cheeks were peeking out from beneath her tiny skirt. Below that were her heels at the apex of four inch stilettos.

Ashley would definitely get a kick out of seeing herself dressed so wantonly. That's what I assumed, anyway. I supported her head in both of my hands and sidestepped to my right. Her head rotated with me until she realized it would be easier to turn her whole body instead. With the mirror directly to my right and directly to her left, I turned Ashley's head a little more. My cock made a huge lump in her left cheek as she stared at her reflection.

"You look good with a cock in your mouth," I said, moving my hands away so she could get an unobstructed view.

Ashley was entranced. Seeing her suck my cock wasn't a new experience for me, but it was for her. She worried less about giving a proper blowjob and more about creating the sexiest poses for an invisible cameraman. She slowly worked her tongue below my shaft, sliding it back and forth along the underside. She kissed the head with her feathery, pursed lips. She teased the side of my veiny cock like she was playing the harmonica. Every time she reposed for another snapshot, she kept her eyes deadlocked on her own in the mirror. My sister was lusting for the nymph staring back at her.

"Have you ever imagined yourself like this," I pressed, hoping to tap into her deepest sexual fantasies. "Your mouth stuffed with your brother's hard cock. Your mouth used as his cum receptacle even when we're out of the house." I gently patted the top of her head, putting my hand back into the picture. I wasn't going to let her forget who she was supposed to be pleasuring. "Look at how you're dressed. You look like a hooker. A whore. A tramp. A cum-loving slut."

Being able to say those things about the girl I love more than life itself and getting away with it was phenomenally arousing. I could see why she enjoys dirty talk.

Despite my motivation, I couldn't provoke Ashley into blowing me. She was just too consumed with the surreal sight of herself tasting a long, hard cock. It could also have been the sight of her fuckable body in racy lingerie that stole her attention. And it also could have been the juxtaposition of a fully-clothed male with his cock in his barely-clothed sister's mouth that warped her mind. Ashley had such a vivid imagination when it came to her fantasies that the smallest detail could excite her beyond all belief.

She looked up at my reflection and spoke to me through the mirror. "Do you really think I'm a slut?"

"Biggest slut I know." Not that I knew of any others.

Ashley rubbed my wet cock all over her cheeks. "I'm not just any regular, trashy slut. I'm a cum-loving slut."

"No one loves cum more than you do."

She smacked herself with my cock, hurting me a little in the process. "I'm your cum-loving, slut-sister."

"Mine and mine alone."

Ashley looked up at me directly, her face glistening with spit. She suddenly went timid. "Then why don't you treat me like one?"

All this time I thought I had been treating her like a slut. So that was her game. I was ready to play, and so was she. Ashley took her hands off my cock and placed them on my buttocks, steadying herself for the onslaught that was about to come. I drove my cock into her open mouth like a battering ram, breaking through the entrance to her throat.

Fuck, it felt amazing. As crude as I was, her mouth accommodated me without any mishap. There was no greater sensation than thrusting into an orifice that feared no cock. I could have been packing a weapon twice as large and she still would have devoured it like it was a gummy worm. My sister was too unreal.

And fuck, was she horny. She was helping me demolish her overstretched windpipe by yanking my ass toward her face. Even if I was opposed to the notion of treating my cherished sibling like a slut who missed her morning face-fuck, she was gruffly coercing me into doing the nasty deed.

And holy fuck, Ashley wasn't just horny. She was possessed by the most obscene and damn sexiest succubus to seduce mankind. She buried my cock deep in her throat and licked the front of my underwear before wrenching the obtrusion out of her mouth and hawking a gigantic spit-wad on it.

She almost got some on my clothes. "You're going to get my pants wet if you aren't careful," I hinted.

Ashley grabbed onto my back pockets and tore my pants halfway down my thighs. Just because she was sucking cock like it was the only thing she had been trained to do didn't mean her brain was numb to my concerns. She hawked another wad onto my slab of meat, getting some on my underwear, and smeared the goop around with her right hand.

Her left hand crept lower to my scrotum. Ashley felt up the orbs still shrouded by a cotton veil. As she stroked and fondled, I pried apart the opening to my underwear. She roughly pulled out my heavy testicles, stuffing them in her mouth like they were a couple of gumballs. The blender that was her mouth and tongue swirled the enlarged sack around, bathing them in sticky warmth.

A dollop of precum dripped from my knob and onto her nose, right between the eyes. My sister wiped the blotch away with her forefinger and licked the salty goodness. "Mm-mmm. Ready to pop, Tiger? Ready to pop inside your slut's mouth? Because I'm ready for it. I'm going to drain these fat balls of yours of every drop. All that cum is going to go straight down my throat and into my stomach. Fuck, having a tummy full of jizz makes me so hot."

I wanted to see just how hot Ashley was for myself. I reached down to her chest and groped at her tits. Her nipples were like bullets trying to burst through her pretty bra. I poked my thumbs through the fishnet and tugged the white cups down, revealing her breasts.

Ashley watched me toy with her ripe tits. They had to be B-cups. A's wouldn't allow me to get such a nice handful of those luscious mounds. She moaned continually as I thumbed her nipples in small circles. Her reaction was so predictable.

"You are hot," I told my sister. "Why don't you get back to sucking my cock now. You do want a tummy full of jizz, don't you?"

"I want it bad," she purred, taking my sinewy penis into her yielding mouth. Ashley made up for the lost minute her mouth was cock-less by sucking my phallus until her cheeks caved in. She was sucking with so much energy it felt like my eyes were being sucked into their sockets. Those lungs of hers packed one hell of a punch, that's for sure. Would it be weird to say they were her third best feature next to her face and ass?

Ashley pulled my cock out of her mouth with a loud pop. Sucking that hard on a mouthful of solid muscle meant less intake of air for her nuclear-powered lungs. She panted heatedly, "What does it take to make you blow? Isn't your slutty cock-sucker doing a good job?"

There was nothing she could do to improve the blowjob besides cloning herself so I would have two mouths pleasuring me. The closest I'd ever get to having doubles of my sister would be through smoke and mirrors, one of which was currently available to me. I glanced at her reflection, getting a side view of her thin body and my dick bouncing on her lips, then glanced back to her face staring up at me. I would rather watch Ashley showcase her techniques firsthand.

"You're doing an excellent job," I said, letting go of her chest and holding my penile missile. "But let me show you how I want it done." I guided my stiff organ past her lips, and bobbed her head on it with my other hand. Her jaw stayed agape, letting me reach her limit with every push. Ashley made these lewd quacking sounds as my cock struck the back of her humid mouth.
I sped up my pace in calculated intervals. I made sure my mistress could handle my lively penetrations before kicking things up a notch. We had been in the dressing room for quite a while, and it was only a matter of time before a certain redhead noticed my and Ashley's disappearance, if she hadn't already. There was no way of knowing what was going on outside. I couldn't hear anything but slurps and moans coming from crotch-level.
I wondered if that was also the case for anyone who happened to be in the palatial dressing area or one of the other rooms. On the other side of the wall could have been a women stripping down to her bra and panties, hearing every sordid sound effect of Ashley's face being fucked to oblivion. Sort of like an x-rated radio show.
I yanked my sister's head into my groin with a loud, bearish grunt. Might as well give our listeners a memorable production while I had the benefit of anonymity. "Fuck, babe, I feel it coming. Swallow my cock. I want to shoot off deep inside your dirty mouth. Is that what you want?"
Ashley nodded up and down wildly as I controlled her head forward and back. She had been teetering on her heels the entire time we'd been in the dressing room, and my hectic motions finally made her topple backwards. Her mouth flew off my cock. Her arms went behind her back. She braced herself using her hands. With a harsh cough, a glob of spit splattered onto her chest. Instead of aiding her back to her squatting position, I tugged my pants up as I stepped closer and rammed my cock into her mouth, forcing her to stay on her hands and heels.
The elevation I had over my sister gave me the advantage I needed to really fuck her throat. I wasn't slamming my cock forward into her mouth anymore. I was slamming down like a jackhammer.
I pulled her from my crotch and turned her head to the mirror. A web of saliva bridged her mouth to my cock. I waited for Ashley to establish eye contact with her inner slut. "Look at that, babe. Look at that slut on all fours. Her face covered with spit. Her eyes pink from the brutal face-fucking she's getting. She knows how to be a good slut."
Ashley slurped up the saliva on her chin like spaghetti. "That slut isn't getting what she deserves. Where's her mouthful of cum?"
I violently shoved my cock between her lips. "Keep fucking my cock with your pretty face and you'll get your cum."

It took a scant minute of me in a hunchback stance to feel a familiar swelling escalate to a detonation. My sister was such a brave slut the way she fearlessly choked on my cock. It was time to let it all out and give her what she deserved. I held her still as I came deep inside her mouth.

Ashley made no attempt to swallow. She gurgled on my thick jizz, relishing the hot load, wanting to show me the mouthful of cum. My throbbing cock didn't make it easy for her to show off. I kept dipping it into the rising pool of sperm, splashing the white goo onto her lips. The creamy spunk rivered down both sides of her cheeks and wetted my hands.

Once my pipe stopped leaking, I withdrew from her mouth. A mixture of my sticky cum and her viscous spit drooled obscenely down her face. Ashley lightly gripped my wrists and guided my hands to her mouth, using them to scoop in the overflowing concoction. She swallowed what was in her mouth and licked what was on my hands.

Between taste samples, she dreamily muttered, "Now that's what how you treat a cum-loving slut."

I knelt down, not in front of my slut, but my sexually adventurous sister. Her copious saliva made it seem like I came more than I really did. There was fluid on her lower jaw, neck, and, "Dang, there's some on the collar too."

Ashley flicked her tussled hair to the side and unclasped the spiky accessory. She held the leather strip up by one end to observe the goop on it. "For the only person in here who isn't dressed like a pornstar, you sure as hell cum like one."

"That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

My curious sister closely examined both sides of the collar, and touched the pointy end of one of the spikes to test its sharpness. Deeming it safe enough not to accidentally puncture herself with, she licked the metal spikes clean of the residue cum.

I found myself chuckling unabashedly. "You'll lick that stuff off just about anything."

Grinning, she replied, "It's not like I can leave your cum on it for the next woman to wear."

"Why don't you just buy it?"

Ashley thought it about it for a moment and merely shrugged. "Can you hand me my purse? It's hiding under that pile on the bench."

I fetched her designer pouch from a mountain of unmentionables and handed it over. Ashley pulled out some tissues to wipe the excess cum on her face and body with. Boy, was there a lot of excess cum. She had to go through her entire reserve of tissues to make herself decent for public appearance.

"We should probably get out of here," I suggested, buttoning my pants.

Ashley looked a little sad sifting through the remaining underwear. Two more servings of cum couldn't have changed her mood. "Yeah, probably. Too bad I didn't get to try on all of this stuff."

"I like the element of surprise. You can show them off to me at home."

She cheered up some. "There's a coffee shop down the corner. Can you get me an iced cappuccino while I wrap things up here? I need to figure out what I'm going to do with this." Spreading her thighs, Ashley tapped the saturated gusset to her panties.

"Easy. Let me take them off for you."

"I don't think so," Ashley chastised, batting my hand away as I tried to touch her wet undies. "Things are going to snowball from there and we'll never get out of here."

As usual, she was most likely right. I assured, "You'll look great in everything this place has to offer. Just pick whatever you like best, okay?"

"You got it, Tiger." Ashley sloppily kissed me with her cum-slicked lips before ushering me outside with some leftover lingerie.

I stumbled through the curtains to the dressing area, somewhat relieved to see there was no one around. As far as I could tell, the individual rooms were empty too; nothing appeared to have been touched since I whisked Ashley away from the couch. My palpable loneliness gave me a chance to find out what I'd been itching to know for over a week. I dropped the bundle of clothes onto the sofa and picked up the first bra I could get my hands on. I checked the loose label inside a dark blue cup.

34-B.

That knowledge made the chore of putting everything back where they belonged a lot more tolerable. I managed to hang the feminine items onto their respective racks and escape the store without drawing any unwanted attention. There were a couple new customers but the place remained quiet all around.

After buying a caramel blended frappuccino, I waited by my car for my sister to emerge from the store. She came out minutes later carrying a large box and a single shopping bag.

"You look disappointed," Ashley said in regard to my crestfallen expression.

"I was hoping you'd come out with a few more shopping bags."

I know, I know. The last thing I should have done was complain. Instead, I should have been eternally grateful that my gal would go to such great lengths to keep me happy. I had been treated to a private fashion show, incredible oral sex, and the prospect of even more fun when we got home. To ask any more of her would be committing one of the seven deadly sins.

My mood flipped around and I valiantly helped Ashley put away the bag in the backseat. It felt pretty heavy so it must have been stuffed with a lot of skimpy underwear. She swatted my hand when I tried to take the box.

"What's in that one?" I asked.

"It's because of what's in this box that I don't have more bags. It's a special surprise, so no peeking. Got that, mister?"

"Yes, ma'am. No peeking here. Besides skirts, that is." With a swift gesture, I flipped up the back of her skirt to take another look at her naked ass. She chased me around the car until I got tired of running and let her kick my butt.

"I'm hungry," she said, fixing her hair in the overhead passenger mirror. "Can we get some burgers?"

Also in the mood for fast food, I went through the drive-thru of an In-N-Out to grab lunch, not only for Ashley and me, but for the little girl waiting for us at home. The three of us ate together, and after finishing our double cheeseburgers, I dropped Nikky off at her friend's house to enjoy the rest of her afternoon.
Ashley came with, and on the way back to our house, had an interesting idea on how to preoccupy our free time. "Hey Brian, let's wash your car."

"You care about its condition because?"

"Because if I'm going to be driving this hunk of junk around town, I want it to be a clean hunk of junk. Don't you think it'll be fun to wash your car together?"

"Is there anything you don't find fun?"

"I don't find it fun to argue with my big brother about something we both know he's going to say yes to."

I looked over at her triumphant smile. She knew she had me beat. "Okay, fine, I'll help you wash your car. It's the least I can do after you gave me two blowjobs."

Man, oh man, was it scorching hot that afternoon. The driveway was hot enough to make eggs with if I were so inclined to have a midday breakfast. I was wearing surfer shorts, a tank top, and a pair of flip-flops—stuff I wear once or twice a year when I hit the beach—and the heat was still unbearable. Unbeknownst to my sister, who was in the air-conditioned house changing into something more comfortable, I was battling the temptation to spray myself with the garden hose instead of the car.

The rumbling of our garage door startled me out of my train of thought. Accompanied by loud music from a stereo, the rising door slowly revealed Ashley on the other side, starting with her bright orange sandals. I watched her lean legs come into view, ending at her frayed denim skirt. Her cute belly button came next, followed by her bare navel, and then her breasts clad in a red bikini. Her perfect white smile reflected the sunlight, almost blinding me with her brilliance. The sun would pose no problem for my stunning sister, for she had an expensive pair of designer sunglasses to shade her eyes.

"Brian, watch where you put the hose, will you?" she admonished.

I was so stupefied by the sexy goddess standing before me that the hose had slipped from my hand. Luckily there was no one on the sidewalk behind me or else they would have received an unexpected shower. I picked the hose up and re-aimed it at the car as part of a preliminary wash. "You look amazing. Is that the bikini you bought at the mall?"

"Sure is. Today feels like a good day to wear it, don't you think?" One second in the sun and Ashley already needed to wipe her forehead. "Whew, it's hot out here. What do you want me to do first?"

"Hey, it's your idea to wash the car. You're the boss here. You figure it out."

"I'm the boss, huh? Then I order you to wash the car all by yourself while I work on my tan."

She squealed when I pointed the hose at her legs. I chuckled as she grabbed a terrycloth rag from the hood and tossed it at me. Demonstrating my ninja reflexes, I caught it before it could smother my face. "Don't make the guy with the hose angry," I warned.

Ashley realized her predicament and calmed down, but not without sticking her tongue out in one last rebellious act. I let her get away with it as I poured soap into a bucket and soaked the cloth and a few sponges.

We started on the driver's side, lathering the doors, windows, and the roof. I was cautious not to lean into the wet car to reach the top but Ashley showed no hesitation in pressing herself against the sudsy windows. She stood on her toes like a kid reaching for a cookie jar on the highest shelf. When she backed away from the vehicle, her bikini and skirt was wet and foaming with bubbles.

"You don't have to worry about the roof," I said, trying my darnedest not to stare at the two stubs poking through her bikini. "I'm just going to toss the bucket over it when we're done."

"Aww, that's no fun. You do want to have fun, don't you?" she cryptically implied, strutting around to the other side. I adjusted my erection as I followed the back of her bikini strap.

It was more of the same on the passenger side. I didn't do as much washing, mainly because I wanted to watch my sexy sister shake her cute ass. She kept her focus on the job at hand, but I had no doubt she knew I was watching her.

Naturally I wondered if she wore the matching red bikini bottom beneath her jean skirt. The skirt was longer than the one she wore to the lingerie store, and the weak breeze would have no chance in upturning the stiff denim. Unless she bent over, it would require human intervention to unearth the answer. I scooted toward her ass, washing the passenger window as she scrubbed the side mirror. My right hand crept closer, lower, almost at her skirt.

Ashley abruptly turned around. My hand disappeared in a flash.

"Uh-unh, not yet," she taunted, waving a finger back and forth. "You can look later." Ashley went to the front, giggling at having caught me with my hand almost in the cookie jar. I cursed my luck as I made quick work of washing the trunk and rear window. All that remained to be done was water down the car.

Before I could turned the hose on, Ashley yelled at me to put it down. "We're not done yet. Have you forgotten about the wheels?"

If I had the kind of rims that cost an arm and a leg seen on those car makeover shows, maybe I would have paid more attention to them. But on the four year old Camry, I just wanted to spray them with water and save myself the back strain.

"Fine, I'll do it myself," she said. "Finish the hood while I take care of the wheels."

Ashley moved over to the front wheel on the driver's side as I took her place at the hood to scrub it clean. She kept her left hand on the car for support as she bent lower to reach the wheel. Inch by inch, the back of her skirt rose up her legs. The answer to her underwear choice was presented in the most preferable manner. She was indeed wearing the red bikini bottom.

Ashley walked down to the back wheel. I moved over from the hood so I could admire her tight ass. Two minutes of her cleaning the wheel wasn't long enough for me to grovel. She went to the other side, this time facing me with her front. As she bent over, she made sure her long ponytail didn't cover what I wanted to see: the top view of her perky breasts. Because of her sunglasses, I couldn't tell if she was actually watching me stare.

My sister hinted at her awareness when her tongue flirtatiously licked her lips. She bent down to clean the front and final wheel, and in another minute stood back up to scan her handiwork. My eyes were scanning something else entirely.

"Okay, wheels are taken care of," she said. Hands on her hips, Ashley inspected the area that I was supposed to have cleaned. The hood and window were still bubble-free.

"What have you been doing for these past five minutes, Bry? Checking out my ass?" She snatched the soapy rag from my hand, and put her foot on the bumper. "Looks like I'll have to do everything myself."

"What are you're doing?" I exclaimed, finally concerned with the car's well-being.

Ashley stepped up from the bumper, effectively climbing onto the hood of my car, and crawled to the window. I had a clear view of her spectacular ass as she began washing the glass.

"Mind getting me another sponge?" she casually asked, as if it was perfectly normal to wash cars by being on top of them.

I went to retrieve a soaked sponge as she had requested. Ashley was sitting on her knees when I handed it over to her. Since our driveway was elevated at a small angle, it countered the slope of the hood, making it even with the ground. If the car wasn't so slippery, she could have been standing on it without any worry of falling.

The stereo continued to blast away in the garage with an upbeat dance song. Ashley picked up on the feel-good vibes and moved her head to the beat. As with the show she put on for me earlier, her body swayed as she danced atop my car.

I stood squarely behind my sister, checking out her incredible ass. "You are unbelievable, you know that?"

Ashley flipped over, sitting on her butt. Her knees remained bent and spread. It was easy for me to get an upskirt look at her swimwear. She leaned back against the window.

"Is it getting hot out or is just me?" she asked teasingly. "This water is pretty cold. It would feel so good to have it run down my hot little body."

It was getting hot, all right, and it wasn't because of the sun.

Ashley raised her hands into the sky. Her fingers contracted around the sponge, squeezing out a rainstorm onto her chest. The bubbly water cascaded down her tits and stomach, dousing her skirt. Her back arched off the glass as the refreshing coolness washed over her body.

"Oooh, I was right. This cold water does feel so good. It's getting me a little excited. Just look at how hard my nipples are. They're going to poke holes through my new bikini. But all the water in this tiny sponge isn't enough to cool me down. I need more. A lot more. Maybe you can help me with my problem?" Ashley threw her dry sponge away. It landed by the hose. I knew just the thing to cool her down with.

I turned the hose nozzle to make the harsh stream a gentle spray, and aimed it at my hot and horny sister. Her head craned back as the cold water washed away the bubbles on her body and the vehicle she sat on.

In the two years I had lived in the neighborhood, I hadn't spent enough time outdoors to see if my neighbors go through any daily rituals. That afternoon, I learned the married couple across the street likes to walk their dog beneath the sweltering sun at approximately one o'clock every weekday. The confused look on the old man's face when he saw me hosing down a teenage girl on top of my car was one I'd never forget. The wife wasn't nearly as astute to her surroundings as her husband, and the couple went on with their routine.

I wore the silliest smile as I worked my way around the car. That was reason I was outside in the driveway, after all. Ashley was waiting for me to help her down when I returned to the hood. The caution I had exercised in staying dry was all for naught. The front of my tank top and shorts got drenched as I carried her onto safe ground.

"Almost done," she said, heading into the garage. "We just need to dry your car so it won't get any water spots." A large towel flew my way.

"We" ended up being just me. While I made another lap around my car in broad daylight to dry it, Ashley was busy drying herself in the shaded garage. But considering how much work she had already put into washing the car, I had no right to complain.

My beach-ready sibling lifted her sunglasses from her dainty nose, resting them above her forehead. "Good job. This car looks clean enough to take a girl out on a date with."

"So that's your real motive. You could have just said that instead of calling my car a hunk of junk."

Ashley came closer, slowly, seductively, her devious smirk inciting my growing desires. "It's more fun to tease you." Her fingers lightly scratched across my chest, hooking me under her spell. My feet moved on their own as she lured me to the backseat of the car.

Ashley crawled inside first, wiggling her delectable ass while remaining on all fours. "Come in and close the door."

The rest of my body moved automatically into the cramped backseat. The door slammed shut behind me, seemingly on its own.

"You can look now," she said, rubbing a hand over her curvaceous rear.

I didn't just want to look. I wanted to touch and fuck the daylights out of that ass. After all the looking I had done in the past fifteen minutes, it was finally time for me to get my greedy hands stuck in the cookie jar. I eagerly grabbed her skirt and pushed it up around her waist. The strings to her red bikini hung low on her hips. The nylon material was pinched tightly together in the crevice of her butt cheeks. A peculiar rounded object, making an indent in the fabric where her anus was, caught my attention.

I rubbed the circle with my thumb. It was smooth and hard. "Is that what I think it is?"

"See for yourself." Ashley bit down on her lower lip. Her eyes were closed as her body trembled excitedly.

My fingers trembled with the same excitement as I pulled the flimsy bikini to the side. I gasped when I discovered what the mystery object was.

"A... dildo?" I mused incredulously. "Did you just buy this?"

For all the boldness she had shown that day, it was adorably sexy how much she blushed. "Uh-huh, the lingerie store sells sex toys too. Nothing too crazy but good for a beginner like me. I think if I keep that in my ass for a few days, I won't be so tight anymore."

Though I had no intention of ever using it on myself, I was very intrigued to see my first sex toy. "Can I take it out?"

Ashley nodded subtly over her shoulder.

I wiggled the circular base between my forefinger and thumb, loosening it from her orifice. Little by little, I extracted the glassy orange tube, counting the inches that slid out. The bullet-shaped toy measured in at a respectable six inches, less than what I was packing, and thinner too. I wouldn't have to worry about losing my sister to an inanimate object.

"This is an interesting design choice," I said, referencing the black tiger stripes along the length.

"Remind me of a certain someone," Ashley sweetly said. Her head lowered onto the seat as she smacked her right hand onto one of her glorious butt cheeks. She pulled the fleshy globe to the side, revealing the deep pit of her anus.

I slowly pushed the shiny tube into the opening with one hand as I felt myself up with the other. My cock was ready to screw whatever hole it could get into and her ass looked to be its prime target. I tugged on the strings to my shorts, freeing my caged beast from its confines.

Ashley still had her head down, unaware my cock was sticking out the front of my shorts. She spoke as if she wasn't being anally pleasured. "Did you know, that according to the Chinese zodiac, you were born in the year of the tiger? Kind of fitting, isn't it?"

I drooled onto my hand, and then lubricated my cock with it as I pumped the glassy column into her ass. "How do you know something like that?"

"Natty told me about it. She's really into this astrology stuff. Guess what animal I am."

I pushed the tiger-striped toy all the way into her ass and kept it there as I got onto my left knee, leaving my right foot on the ground. My head almost bumped into the ceiling. "A sex kitten?"

Her muscles flexed inward at the intrusion. "Close. A dragon."

It was fun talking about the unusual subject while I prepared to do my sister from behind. I pushed out her right leg so her foot was on the floor like mine. Her left knee stayed on the seat, her ass was high in the air, and her head was down low. I pulled out the elongated bullet. Her asshole was gaping red. "A dragon, huh? How the heck does a tiny girl like you end up being a dragon and I'm only a tiger?"

"I might be small on the outside but I got a big fire burning inside me."

That fire wouldn't be burning for much longer. I had just the right substance to douse it with.

I looked out the rear window. The coast was clear. I steadied my cock head and aimed it at her anus. Breathing deeply, I pushed my dick through her narrow rim. Her hot orifice clamped around the tip, then the shaft, as I penetrated deeper and deeper, going the full distance.

Once I was completely inside of her tight asshole, Ashley groaned, "Oh fuck, Tiger, you feel so damn big. I should have gotten a bigger dildo."

I gripped her left shoulder and held her thin waist. I thrust my hips forward and back, sliding my steel pole into and out of her anus. The pressure, though still constricting after having had her asshole spread, did little to slow my progress. There was no buildup necessary; only long, hard strokes into the deepest hollow of my sex-starved sibling.

Her butt cheeks vibrated as my thighs thumped against her rear. Ashley gleamed back at me. The flames in her eyes incited me to screw her faster. The car rocked like a boat at sea as I harpooned her ass. She reached behind with her right hand, grabbed my tank top, and dragged me down to her face. "Fucking pound that tight ass," she spat. "Fuck your little cocktease. Rip her ass open. She's begging for your hard prick."

Ah yes, I love it when she gets vocal. I drove the hard prick she was begging for into her cockteasing ass, ripping it wide open. The smell of pussy and sounds of her wanton screams filled the humid car. Any passersby would think I was murdering a girl in the backseat, except the girl was screaming at me to fuck her harder, and she thoroughly enjoyed being used as a living, breathing fuck-toy.

Every muscle in my body went into overdrive. My pelvis pushed forward as my arms jerked my fragile sister back. I obliterated her ass with one powerful slam after another. Forget that puny orange dildo. Her ass was going to stay stretched till next summer.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ashley wailed, "ream my dirty little asshole. You're going to make me cum so fucking hard. You hear that, Tiger? Your horny baby sister is going to cum from having her ass drilled by your goddamn cock."

The temperature in the car went way, way up in a heartbeat. Tiny droplets began to trickle above my brow. My hands felt hot and clammy as I strengthened my grip on Ashley's shoulder and waist. The beads of moisture on her back shimmered in the sunlight. Sweat perspired from both our bodies.

I rammed my cock into her ass, fucking with relentless fury. There was no limit to my vigor. Two preceding blowjobs had infinitely increased my longevity. I felt I could go on forever, just relishing the pressure around my cock as I pumped away into my voluptuous sister.

I was so consumed in the pounding I was giving her that I missed the seconds where her left hand snuck beneath her rocking body, found her dildo, and rubbed it against her soaking pussy. My balls collided against her snatch, occasionally hitting the rounded tip of the glass toy. Her hot nectar splashed onto my inner thighs, the fake cock, and the car seat as she cried out in orgasm. "Oooh shit, fuck my ass harder. Faster. Slam your cock into your nasty sister."

It was inhumanly possible to go any harder and faster, but damn did I give it my best try. My fingers bore into her flesh as my cock tore through her asshole. I leaned over her limp body, grunting like a crazed beast. My primal passion booted me down an evolutionary level.

Ashley came harder than she had forewarned. Her fluids rained down from her pussy, every savory drop absorbed by the seat cushion. It took days for the arousing smell of her cum to dissipate the last time she creamed inside my car. It was going to take weeks to be rid of the overwhelming scent this time.

Her body slowly stopped quaking from her orgasm, but stayed in motion as I fiercely slammed into her stretched orifice. Foul language stuttered out of her mouth, her three favorite phrases being "fuck me," "oh shit," and "god yes". Her incessant cooing jolted her senses more than they did mine. She threw her ass back to feel the full brunt of my thrusts.

Not a minute after her climax diminished, I thought of something that would really get my sister's juices flowing again. I took my hand off her waist and pinched the strings to her bikini, which was still pried to the side of her anus. Tugging one side then the other, her bikini became loose and fell to the seat. I balled up the wet clump of fabric and waited for my sister to let out another vulgar yell. It took only a second of waiting, and I quickly stuffed the makeshift gag into her open mouth, muffling her wild howls.

Ashley howled some more anyway, heedless to the swimwear she was chewing on. I could almost make out the commands she was spouting, like how she wanted me to fuck, squeeze, and cum all over her smooth, heart-shaped ass. I could picture the white streaks painting her backside. The imagery spurred me to give her ass a quick spank before I could soil it in my cum.
Seeing my sister in her bikini top, with her skirt scrunched around her waist and her dark sunglasses above her blonde hair, gagged and taking my cock up the rear like she had been doing anal for years, was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. It was even sexier than when she blew me in her pornstar outfit at the lingerie store, and that happened less than two hours ago.

Forever came sooner than I had hoped. My infinite longevity was cut short by the remarkable sight. Cum was boiling inside my heavy balls, ready to pop at the push of a button. There was no chance of me lasting inside her ass for another second. I hurriedly pulled out and fisted my cock just as the first shot of jism spewed through the air, landing on Ashley's back, going so far as to reach her neck. Her jean skirt and soft ass cheeks were hosed with the remaining strands of cum. Rivulets ran down her uplifted rear, making her anus, pussy, and legs slick with the gooey substance.

I slumped tiredly in my seat, depleted of all my stamina. My cock shrunk immediately this time, killing any chance I had of screwing my sister again while she rubbed my semen over her skin.

Ashley removed the bikini from her mouth. She licked her sticky hand, moaning sensuously as she ate her third batch of cum that day. Minutes passed when she lazily turned onto her side, her sunglasses falling over her eyes. She looked so cute with her shades on and sperm smeared on her lips. Her legs extended onto my lap as she lay on her back.

I played with her toes, starting with the smallest. It was a harmless post-anal activity, which allowed me to catch my breath and admire my baby's smile.

"That's the stuff of legends," Ashley proudly said.

"Got that right." I gently lifted her legs up and rearranged myself on top of her, our chests pressed together. Her arms wrapped around me as I lovingly kissed her lips. It felt so natural to be cuddling after such a frenzied scene. I guess it was because I was finally embracing our kinky side.

Ashley stirred beneath me, her bare pussy rubbing against my cock. She pushed me from her mouth, softly murmuring, "My pussy is wet for you."

My penis miraculously grew against all odds. "I know."

"I can feel your cock against it."

It grew a little more. "I'm sure you can."

"Friday."

"Friday?"

"Friday," she repeated.

"Friday," I confirmed, my libido going in reverse.

"Thank you."

I took off her sunglasses and stared into her beautiful, hazel eyes. We continued our amorous kissing, forgetting the humid and uncomfortable setting of the car's small backseat. I kissed her lips, chin, and neck as I worked my way lower. She tasted sweet and salty and tangy all at once. I pushed up the red triangle covering her left breast and softly nursed on the pale mound. Her infectious giggles encouraged me to do the same to her right.

Ashley tilted my head up from her chest, smiling cheerfully. "Want to see what else I bought?"



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


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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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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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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-32



* * * Thursday * * *

On Wednesday night, I had sweet, panty-filled dreams of the past three days. Those days had been a whirlwind of wild, messy sex, and when I woke up on Thursday, I had every reason to believe the whirlwind would make one more pass. The last thing I expected was to have some very important people in my life change my entire outlook on my relationship with my sister. The past three days had been the calm before the storm, if you will.

It started with a call on my cell phone after Ashley and I came home from a brisk jog with her friends. I let Ashley answer it since I was preoccupied with something else that required my full attention.

"Hi daddy," she cheerfully said. "I hope everything is okay at the office. Oh, you want to know why I'm answering Brian's phone? He's taking care of something important for me. I know, I know, I shouldn't ask him for so many favors, but he insisted. It's really important you to talk to him? Okay, okay, give me a sec and I'll get him. He's, um, looking for something in the garage." Ashley covered up the phone with her hand. "Dad says it's important."

I reluctantly pulled my tongue out of her pussy. "Dang, I was just about to get started. Here, give me that. I'll make it quick." She handed the phone down to me, incidentally—or intentionally—letting it rub her clit along the way. "Hey dad, is everything okay at work?"

"Hi, son," he answered. "Everything at work is just fine. I wanted to call and see if you have any plans for later today."

Other than continuing what I was currently doing, not a thing. "Nope, no plans. Any reason for asking?"

While I waited for his reply, I fervently licked his daughter's juicy clit. Sure, I was his son too, but going down on your girl while in the presence of her father was pretty darn risky. Pretty darn exciting too, might I add. "Your mother called me an hour ago. She suggested that I take you to the Men's Warehouse to get you a suit for Vince's wedding."

"What's wrong with renting a suit like last time for Aunt Amy's wedding? It's not like I'll be wearing a tuxedo more than once a year."

Dad let out a hearty chuckle at the same time Ashley started giggling. "There comes a time in every man's life when he has to own a suit for himself. Since you've stopped growing like a beanstalk, it's safe to say you've reached that point. We won't only be getting you a suit for the wedding. Isn't there another special occasion you want to wear a suit for? Maybe a date with a pretty girl tomorrow?"

It took awhile for me to register what he said, but when my brain finally caught up to current events, I couldn't believe the proposal. My dad was going to save my skin before I realized it needed saving. I had dinner reserved at a formal restaurant but no clothes to fit the occasion. My wardrobe had completely slipped my mind.

Dad chuckled again during my silence. "It may have been awhile since I've played the dating game but don't think I've forgotten what it's like to try and impress a girl. Your grandparents didn't make it easy for me and I don't want that to be a problem with my kids. I'll be coming home from work a couple hours early. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, that's fine, dad. I'll see you soon."

Deeming it safe, Ashley closed her legs around my head as I snapped my phone shut. "Sounds to me like you're going shopping again," she said.

"Dad is coming home early from work to help me pick a tuxedo for the wedding." I purposely left out the second reason for our trip. "Which means I should get back to eating your pussy before our fun is cut short."

Ashley spread her moist outer lips with her fingers. "I'm not worried about that. It doesn't take you long to get my juices flowing."

True to her words, it didn't take anymore than a few seconds. Still, I wound up eating her pussy for well over an hour, with a small break in between that I used to get ready for my day with dad. It was incredibly arousing giving cunnilingus while I was completely dressed and Ashley was nude from the waist down. The final time I savored her pussy that afternoon was on the living room coffee table. Ashley found it a big turn-on knowing our family and guests use that exact table to place their drinks and snacks on. When her orgasm hit, she came buckets all over the glass surface. I had to back away as to not get my clothes wet, but I gladly lapped up a special kind of drink once she stopped leaking like a faulty faucet.

It was past lunchtime when I finally bothered to check the clock. It felt as if I just had breakfast, lunch, and dinner all at once. The only thing missing was dessert, and I was ready to get it straight from the creamery. Ashley, however, was famished, and her growling stomach attested to that. She dragged me from her overeaten pussy to get some food into her starving body, and was napping on the couch after having had a turkey sandwich when the front door opened.

"Hey kids, how was your day?" dad boisterously greeted. Upon seeing Ashley on the couch, he quickly lowered the volume and apologized, "Sorry, I didn't think I'd find her asleep at this time of day. Are you ready to get going?"

I watched my sleeping beauty rub her eyes open. "Yeah, all set."

Ashley languidly sat up, her arms outstretched to the side. She yawned as if she had been sleeping for hours instead of just twenty minutes. "Welcome home, daddy. Brian told me about where you two are going. It sounds like a lot of fun. I wish I can go too, but I don't want to get in the way of your male-bonding time."

It scared me how well Ashley could play the nice, respectable daughter. Dad never would have guessed that when he called two hours ago, the man he was on the phone with was eating her pussy. How could any father suspect a daughter like Ashley of having an insatiable need to cum until her body dehydrates?

Dad tipped his head in her direction. "Will you be okay at home all by yourself while your brother and I are gone?"

"Yeah, I'll be okay. One of my friends is coming to pick me up to play volleyball with some old high school classmates."

As dad and I prepared to leave, Ashley skipped to the door where he and I stood. She hugged us both at once in her caring arms. "Bye daddy, bye brother, have fun shopping. Don't go too crazy with the credit card. Mommy already has the role of shopaholic taken care of."

Hugging back his cheerful daughter, dad gave her a fatherly kiss on the right cheek. Ashley looked at me, tapping a finger on her left. "Don't I get a kiss too, brother?"

Unable to see any objections on our dad's face, I gave my sister an innocent kiss. Dad patted my back as we headed to his car.

"Ashley is one amazing girl, isn't she?" he commented, starting the engine up.

"Yeah, she's really something special."

"I bet she had a swarm of boys fighting for her affection in high school. Now that she's heading to college, she's going to have a swarm of men fighting for it too."

The thought of every guy on the planet fighting for something that was already mine had me secretly smiling to myself.

"I appreciate everything you've done for her, Brian. Your sister is really attached to you and I think it's because you're always at her beck and call that she hasn't gone boy-crazy."
"Beck and call? You make it sound like I'm her butler."
"You are her brother," he asserted, "and if she ever forgets that, then don't hesitate to remind her. What I meant was she hasn't felt the need to date because she already has a strong male presence in her life. You are there for her way more than she has the right to ask of you, and regardless of what you're doing, you hurry to her side, no questions asked."
A seriousness in his voice made me wonder if there was a reason for what he was telling me. I figured I might as well ask. "Dad, why are you telling me this?"
The car came to a stop at a red light. Fitting since my heart did the same thing after what he said next. "I just want to say... be careful. Be careful with what you're doing with Ashley."
As far as worst things my dad could say to me goes, that was pretty high up there. "W-what do you mean?"
"I know what you're trying to accomplish. The simple favors, like taking Ashley and her friends to the mall, going out of your way to pick her up from school, and earlier today when you were in the garage doing... well, I don't know what you were doing in the garage, but it's not hard for any decent parent to understand what's going on. Your mother finds it a little strange, but I fully understand if you need to—how should I say this—'practice' with your sister."

Practice? As in experimenting, sexually? This was only getting more confusing.

My dad didn't sound angry. "Brian, it's okay for you to admit Ashley has grown into a very beautiful young women. I don't expect you to be impervious to her charms. It's perfectly natural for a guy of your age to be attracted to her, and I can see why you're doing the things you do with her. To be honest, I did a little of it myself with Justine."
"Aunt... Justine? You mean your sister?"
He fell into deep thought and a few seconds of silence. "Have I ever told you about the first time I laid eyes on your mother?"
Plenty of times, but I think he already knew that. "It was in the first class of your first day of your first year of college."
He quietly chuckled upon hearing the exact phrase he had used in his recollections. "Seems you've heard it after all. In that case, I assume you also know that your mother was the first girl I dated, and prior to meeting her I had no experience whatsoever with girls."
I was a little familiar with his past, and told him I knew those things. He often shares stories about his high school and college days when he wants to make a point on something. He usually doesn't go into too much detail but that Thursday would be the exception.
Dad went on. "Helena Skipper was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had the brightest blonde hair, the most enchanting hazel eyes, the sweetest smile, and... simply, she looked very much like your sister does now. As fate would have it, she was sitting in the first row all alone, looking like the perfect model student. I wasn't sure how I should approach her, but she looked so stunning that if I didn't make a move in the next ten seconds, some other guy would have. So I marched right up to the empty desk beside her and took a seat.
And that was all I did. I sat there quietly while thinking of a way to introduce myself to her. I was awful with meeting new people, and nothing I came up with sounded like a natural thing to say to a pretty girl. Sure, I could have said 'hi', but then I didn't know how to continue the conversation. I only knew that first impressions were important, and it was better to wait until I was ready than to rush in and look like a fool. Class came to an end, and not five seconds after the professor dismissed us, she was already out of sight.
Later that evening in my room, I contemplated on how I was going to prepare myself to talk to her. Back then before the internet existed, there were only two sources of information on life: family and friends. I couldn't go to my brothers and ask for girl advice; they'd only tease me relentlessly about it. That left me with my friends, but I should have known better than to call them since there were as clueless as I was. Their advice was laughably terrible, though at least they cheered me up a little.
It was shortly after I hung up the phone that I heard Justine being called downstairs to help with dinner. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and a light bulb flashed over my head. I figured out how I would gain insight on the opposite sex. I would practice on my younger sister."
I had almost forgotten about my aunt until he mentioned her again. Dad's immediate infatuation with mom, and the happy ending for them which resulted in bringing my sisters and me into this world, led me to believe "practice" didn't mean what I originally thought it meant.
He clarified. "It started off simple. I offered to help Justine prepare dinner, just to see how she would react. Naturally she was quite happy, since my brothers and I rarely ever offered to help with chores. I went a little further, asking if I could help her with anything else. She said she had some math homework, and similar to what you do with Ashley, I agreed to come into her room after dinner and help her out. Again she was quite happy, and she made sure I knew it by smiling at every math problem I helped her with."
"This continued for the next week, with me doing more for Justine every day while I observed the female mind. In the mornings, I would sit next to Helena in class, making sure some other guy didn't take my spot, and at night I would do favors for my sister. Besides helping with chores, I started to give her small presents, like chocolate bars and stuffed animals. They didn't cost much, but to her it was like I had given her a gold necklace. In return she gave me advice on what I should do and say with Helena, whom she found out about when she heard me calling a friend."
"Over the next month, I finally found the courage to talk to my future wife. We got comfortable around each other pretty quickly, and it was almost the end of the quarter when I decided to take a leap of faith: I asked her out on a date. She said yes to a dinner and a movie, and the rest, as historians would put it, was history. Jump ahead twenty-five years and we're still together, happily married, with three great kids. I have my sister to thank for that."
"But it wasn't a happy ending for everyone. Because I was spending more time with my new girlfriend, I was spending less with Justine. At first she wasn't bothered, but as my relationship with Helena grew more serious, she was eventually left behind. She had been so accustomed to my tokens of kindness that when she stopped receiving them, she became heartbroken. I couldn't understand why, since she knew early on I'd been trying to court this other girl. Justine took it as a sign that I didn't love her anymore, and despite all my apologies, she refused to listen to me. You can only imagine how terrible it is to live next door to someone who resents you."
"It wasn't just my sister who felt that way, but also my brothers. We all used to be very close, but after that incident my brothers blamed me for hurting our only sister. This in turn hurt me like never before. Nothing could be more painful than being hated by your family. I became so distraught that I made the grave mistake of taking it out on Helena. I ignored her phone calls, came to class late to sit away from her, and sometimes went so far as to skip class entirely. I couldn't look her without thinking about the pain I caused my sister."
"The next couple of weeks were the harshest of my life, and it took a great deal of soul-searching to realize that I shouldn't have been blaming Helena for this mess. It was my fault for not understanding the consequence of using my sister. Thank the lucky stars Helena was as forgiving as she was beautiful. She accepted my apology when I called her for a make-up date. I only wish my brothers and sister could have been as forgiving."
Dad reached for an open bottle of water and took a long drink from it. The bottle started off full and ended almost empty when he finally jammed it back into the cup holder. For a while, we had only the news radio to listen to. I didn't know what to say after hearing all that. He told me more about his past in that car ride than the other twenty years of parenthood.
"I'm sorry for rambling on for so long, Brian. It's bad enough you're stuck with your old man for the day. The last thing you'd want to do is listen to him give you an autobiography of his life."
"It's okay, dad. I know there has to be a reason why you're telling me this."
He firmly squeezed my left shoulder, the way he always does when he imparts upon me another valuable lesson. "I see a lot of similarities with what you're doing with Ashley. I don't claim to know everything that goes on between you two, but I don't want you to make the same mistakes that I've made. Promise me that you'll be careful with her feelings. Don't break your sister's heart the way I've broken mine."
That was it, the crux to his whole story. My dad was concerned, that in my search for love, I was using Ashley to gain knowledge on the opposite sex. As absurd as that may sound, it couldn't be more absurd than what was really going on between her and me. There was just one major difference between dad's situation and mine: the girl I'm in love with is my sister. Although that didn't make his story any less meaningful.
From the very beginning, I believed Ashley and I would always be together. The possibly of me hurting her with our relationship never really crossed my mind. Sure, I was worried other people might get in our way, but not each other. But what if something happened that made us realize we weren't meant to be? Would we be able to live together as normal siblings? Be able to look at each other without thinking about what we once had? My dad was hurt so much when he lost his closeness with his sister. Would I be able to endure the same pain if Ashley and I were to break up?
Fighting back my emotions, I vowed not to let any of those questions arise. "Dad, I promise I will never hurt Ashley. The reason why I've done all that I have for her is not what you think. I just want to be a good brother."
"I know that, son, and I trust you. I trust you."
Shortly thereafter we arrived at our destination.
My gloom was easy for my dad to spot as we entered the store. It was hard to be cheerful when all I could think about was a future with a heartbroken Ashley. I realized, however, that if I didn't downplay my anxiety, he might think there was a bigger story behind what she and I had been doing. And so, as we scoured the aisles of dress clothes and suits, I kept my chin up and focused on picking out an outfit for my date with my sister.
We carefully loaded my expensive new wardrobe into the backseat. On the way home, dad made the surprising suggestion of visiting my Aunt Kim at her flower shop.
"There are three ways to win a woman's heart: flowers, chocolate, and jewelry. I wouldn't recommend spending your savings on jewelry for your first date, but flowers and chocolate are a lot more affordable." The suggestion sounded like a good idea and I agreed to it.
"My, my, my, look at who we have here," my exuberant aunt greeted as we entered her shop. "What do I owe for the honor of this visit?"
Before I go on, there is one thing I must get off my chest about my Aunt Kim: she is one beautiful woman. I don't mean that in a friendly, familial manner. I mean she is bee-yoo-tiful. Years younger than my mother—she never told me their age difference—my aunt is a tall blonde bombshell with an incredible bust that makes jaws drop, both men's and women's alike. How she managed to stay unmarried up to her age was a question that's asked repeatedly at family get-togethers. And not a single get-together went by without at least one of my uncles flirting with her.
Just like how my dad didn't expect me to be impervious to Ashley's beauty, I didn't expect him to be impervious to my aunt's. Already he was chatting it up with her like mom didn't exist. It looked like something I should have been worried about, but my aunt had an uncanny talent of deflecting advances with not-so-subtle remarks, probably from years of practice in dealing with lechers.
I was aimlessly wandering past a rainbow of petals when her jovial voice startled me.
"Hello Brian, can I help you with anything?" My aunt stepped right beside me, her smile somehow even whiter than Ashley's.
"Hi Aunt Kim. I'm sort of just looking around. My dad thought it'd be a good idea to get some flowers for my date tomorrow night."
"He was telling me about it. If you don't mind some advice, might I suggest a bouquet like the ones over here?" She showed me some colorful arrangements of flowers in glass vases, some small enough to hold in one hand, some that would give me a hernia if I tried to carry alone.
"I think something more colorful like these are prettier," she commented. "Not only do you get your roses, but you also get your carnations, lilies, tulips, and daisies. Or if you prefer, I can have a special bouquet with all the bells and whistles ready for you tomorrow, free of charge."
I didn't know what to say other than, "Really?"
"Yes, really," my aunt giggled. She had to be close to twice Ashley's age and she still sounded like a teenage girl. "It's the least I can do after all the help your mom has given me each weekend. This is one way for me to repay my big sister. That reminds me, though. She tells me you're still job hunting."
"Yeah, I'm still looking. All of the places I've applied to haven't called me back yet."
"Then how about working for me? I need someone to help with the heavy lifting. It'll be a simple part-time job, eight to noon. No need to fill in an application or anything like that. Just say yes and you can start whenever you want. What do you say?"
The day just kept getting weirder and weirder. I hadn't been looking for a job since the start of summer, and I lost the impulse to find one when things started to heat up between Ashley and me. But my aunt was practically giving away a position, and as nice as the proposal was, a flower shop wasn't what I had in mind for my first real job.
Aunt Kim wasn't finished. "Because you're my nephew, I'm willing to pay you a little extra for your help. I'm sure a guy your age could use the extra money. Maybe to impress a certain girl if things work out on your date tomorrow?"
That sealed the deal for me. The allowance I had saved up over the years couldn't possibly sustain my monetary needs. With my recent spendings and upcoming date, my short stack of dollars was only getting shorter. Taking this job would let me hold off on bankruptcy for a while longer. I told her I'd accept the offer.
"Oh, that's fantastic," she exclaimed. "Olivia is always complaining to me that mornings are a bore. She'll be so happy finally having another person to work with. Now, come with me and tell me what kind of flowers you want. You can drop by tomorrow to pick them up."
My dad couldn't suppress his smirk on the way home. He found it hilarious I was working at a flower shop, and for my aunt, no less. I let him indulge in his laughter. It lightened up the mood tremendously compared to the earlier ride.
He eventually calmed down. "Brian, think you can help me cook dinner? I want to surprise the women tonight with my spicy fried chicken."
"Shouldn't mom already be home from work?"
"Not today. She's taking your sister out shopping for dresses. Don't think you're the only one who needs new clothes."
As dad had suspected, mom and Ashley were nowhere to be found when we arrived home. Preparations for dinner got started right away. We fried the chicken, mashed the potatoes, tossed the salad, and poured the drinks. There wasn't a second to spare. Dad and I finished just in time to welcome the ladies home with a hot, delicious meal.
Dinner came and passed like many others before it. Since the men cooked dinner, it was up to the woman to clean it up. That's what mom and Ashley insisted upon. I used the free time to soak beneath a hot shower.
As I was drying myself up, I heard Ashley call from outside. "Dad is taking Nicole and me to get some ice cream. Do you want us to get you anything?" She had been home for less than an hour and was already on the verge of leaving again.
"A pint of butter pecan would be great, thanks." I wiped the fluffy shaving cream off my chin. "On second thought, give me another minute to get dressed and I'll join you guys."
There was no reply; she and the others were already gone. I couldn't have picked a worse time for my annual shave. Cradling my wet clothes, I sulked toward my room.
Light from within illuminated the hallway. I peeked inside.
"Mom! What are you doing in here?"
"Oh darn, I'm busted," mom quipped, standing at my closet. "How am I ever going to explain to my son I'm here to retrieve his dirty laundry? He must think I'm a terrible mother for doing his cleaning for him." She emptied my overflowing laundry bag into a large basket.
"I'm thankful for what you're doing, really, but you should take a break for once and relax. I can do this myself."
Mom narrowed her eyes. "I don't mind. I'm also doing laundry for Nicole and your father. Thought it'd be a good idea to wash your clothes in the meantime." She hoisted the basket to her side. "Want to toss those wet clothes in here too?"
"Mom, I mean it. Give me the basket and I'll take care of my laundry right now. I don't want you to trouble yourself over me."
She refused to move. I had no choice but to steal the basket from her. I dropped it onto my bed and stashed my clothes on top of a triangular patch of silk.
"Huh, okay. If you say so." Mom crossed her arms, and like a hawk having caught sight of its prey, watched me rearrange the clothes in the basket for what seemed like no reason at all. I had three very good reasons, none of which should have belonged in a guy's closet.
Mom cleared her throat. "While you and I are both here, there is something I want to talk to you about."
I dodged a bullet only to step onto a landmine. "What's on your mind?"
She pushed aside my laundry and sat on my bed. "Your date, of course. I don't think I've ever seriously talked to you about dating before."
"You don't have to talk to me about that. Dad already handled it and I've been on dates before, so I know what to expect." I carried the basket over to my desk and hid a black thong in a dirty pants pocket.
"I have a hunch this is one lecture you'll never hear from him. Sit down. You can do your laundry after I finish."
After the talk I had with dad, anything mom needed to tell me couldn't be very shocking. I dropped what I was doing and got comfortable in my desk chair in front of her. "Okay, I'm all ears."
"Describe this girl to me. I want to know what she's like."
"I already told you, mom. She looks like a younger version of you, just not as pretty."
"Brian, flattery is not going to get you out of this." So much for Plan A. "Don't just paint a picture of what she looks like. Tell me about her. You can start with her name."
"Oh, right. Her name is... Vanessa." That was the name of my secondary crush in grade school. It never evolved beyond the cootie stage. "She's a nice girl; always cares about other people's feelings. Also very outgoing; loves to try new things no matter how crazy it may be. And best of all, she's a lot fun to talk with; I never run out of things to say when I'm with her."
"Wow, I am impressed. I thought you may have just met this girl but it sounds like you have known her for a long time. There does seem to be a problem with this Vanessa, however."
"Problem? She sounds like the ideal girl to me."
"That's the problem. She sounds too ideal." Mom didn't sound like she was kidding.
I fidgeted in my seat. "Don't you want me to see a girl like that?"
"Of course I do. It's great you're taking such a keen interest in someone like her. I'm just concerned your sister may have a problem with it."
"Nikky? Why would she have a problem with—"
"Not her. Ashley."
I sat motionless, futilely trying to understand what she meant. I gave up after a minute of blank answers. "Why would Ashley have a problem with who I date?"
"You can't tell? Your sister is a very protective woman when it comes to you."
"I've realized she's protective, but she's like that with everyone."
"Not exactly. When I say protective, I don't mean the kind where you help a sibling deal with a bully or a friend overcome peer pressure. Ashley has an extreme level of protectiveness that's reserved for very special occasions, and very special people. It's quite interesting to observe."
"Mom, you're kind of creeping me out the way you say that."
She smiled and lightly laughed. "You'll find this to believe, but while you were on your first date, Ashley was an absolute nightmare around the house, ready to bite off the head of anyone who spoke to her. I could have sworn I even saw her fangs and horns. She refused to eat dinner, scared her friends away when they came to see her, and locked herself in her bedroom for the night. Your father thought she was having PMS, but I knew better than to believe him. I had a theory for her outburst, and was able to confirm it weeks later when you went on your second date. Guess what happened the moment you walked out the door? Ashley re-grew her fangs and horns and terrorized the house again. I didn't need to see any more to understand her behavior: your sister doesn't want you to date."
"Th-that can't be it. I'm sure she was just angry I could get out of the house while she had to stay home. She's probably the same way when I'm with my guy friends."
"If only that were true. You know your father and I don't force her to stay home. We give her the same freedoms we give you. She's only a monster when she knows you're with another girl."
That didn't sound like the Ashley I knew at all. The previous week, she told me she didn't care about my dates and crushes, yet my mother was telling me the exact opposite. I remembered one time Ashley had even wished me good luck before I left for a date, though it must have been a facade to disguise her real feelings. As to what they were and why she would hide them from me, I wasn't sure.
"Mom, why are you telling me this?"
Silent seconds stretched to what felt like silent hours. "I don't think it is healthy for Ashley to get so emotional over what her brother does. There is nothing wrong with her being attached to you, but she has to learn to let go. You have your own life, your own dreams, your own future to worry about. You will not always be there for her, and the sooner she realizes this, the less she will be hurt by the hole in her heart where her big brother used to be."
My chair crashed loudly into my desk as I stood up, towering over my mother. "That's not going to happen," I snapped. "I'm not going to let it happen."
She was stunned. The silence that suddenly befell the room was excruciating. Finally, after what seemed likes hours, she mumbled, "Oh no. Not you too."
The mere mention of me possibly hurting my sister had me irritated. But... to lash out at my mom? That wasn't like me at all.
I fell back in my chair, dizzy and regretful. "I'm... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—" It was my turn to be stunned when she moved forward and put her arms around me.
"Brian, honey, I didn't mean to upset you. I am not trying to get in the way of you and your sister. It's just that as you two are getting older, it seems like you two are drifting closer instead of apart. None of the parenting books I have read dealt with this."
Of course, books. My mom lived life on facts and research, rarely on experience. She had infinite knowledge of the world, but not of the people living in it. That's why she was trying so hard to understand what was happening between Ashley and me.
I returned the hug, a reflex I did so often with Ashley but so little with everyone else. "What do you make of this?"
"I don't know. I really don't know. It is probably something I don't have to worry about anymore. You and Ashley will both be out socializing tomorrow, having a great time, forgetting about your parents for the night. You must look so handsome in the new clothes you bought with your father. I know Vanessa will be impressed. That's a good thing, by the way. Impress your date half as much as you impress your sister and Vanessa will never look at another boy in the same light."
I faked a comforted smile, for mom's benefit. Deep down, I wanted to cower in the loneliest, darkest cave, away from this turmoil. Something Ashley said to me earlier in the week echoed powerfully in my head. "Just because we're not lying doesn't mean we're being honest." How true is that. The remorse I felt during my talk with dad returned tenfold, as did my angst. Both he and mom were troubled by the possible outcome of me hurting Ashley. I had done all I could for her, to protect her, yet it's that willingness that my parents believed would one day devastate my sister. That logic didn't make any sense to me.
"Mom, a minute ago, you said 'not you too'. Does that mean..."
Mom sighed deeply, long-drawn, maybe even hopelessly. "Ashley shared similar feelings when I brought this up with her earlier. She said you would never hurt her; that she simply wouldn't allow it. I had to tell her that just because she refuses to move on doesn't mean you will too. But now that I know how you feel, she may be right."
"You think there's something wrong with us, don't you?"
"No, no. There is nothing wrong. Brian, don't worry too much about what I told you. Ashley will be on her first date tomorrow. She will have other things to concern herself with than what her brother is doing. But promise me that when you have the chance, you'll talk to her about how she feels, if only for a few minutes. The last subject I tried to lecture her on was her choice of underwear and that didn't end well for either of us. Since this involves you too, maybe you will have better luck with it."
"Okay, I'll speak with Ashley later tonight, see if I can get the green light on things."
Sudden noises from the living room made their way to us. Loud, boisterous chatter from my sisters and dad signaled their arrival home.
Mom prepared to leave. "Make sure you separate the whites from the colors before you wash your clothes. I don't want to have to replace all of your socks again."
"Won't happen again," I embarrassingly said.
One woman left my room only to be replaced by another. Ashley came in with her half-eaten ice cream cone and my butter pecan.
"What was mom doing in here?" she asked, sitting in the same spot where mom had sat.
"She was trying to help me with my laundry," I replied, resuming my task of sifting through the basket.
Ashley walked over to my desk and peeked into the pile of clothes. She stuck her hand in, magically pulled out a red panty, and spun it around the end of her index finger. "Looks like she was trying to help with mine too. Should I stop giving you every pair of underwear I cum into?"
I snatched the panty from her fingertip. "No need to do something so drastic. I'll just be more careful next time."
Ashley sidestepped closer, her hip bumping into mine. "Brian," she whispered, "in less than twenty-four hours, we'll be on our first date."
"I know," I whispered back. "I'm getting jittery."
She smiled reassuringly. "In a little later than that, we'll be back home. Then a little later than that, we'll be doing something we won't ever forget. And in a little later than that, if things go our way, we can do it again."
"Are you sure you don't want to rent a motel room or something? I wasn't kidding when I mentioned it last night. I don't want to have to worry about mom and dad when we finally do it."
"I'm sure of it. They'll be asleep and we'll have the house to ourselves. Everything will be all right. Just have some ice cream tonight and be ready for me tomorrow." Ashley handed me the cold, frosty pint and a plastic spoon.
"After spending the day with dad, I feel like spending the whole night with you right now."
"Did you two have fun shopping?"
I dug my spoon into the ice cream. "It was... enlightening."
The conversation carried over to my bed. Ashley turned on the picture box and grabbed a pillow to lay on. "What did you two talk about?"
"Typical guy stuff. Your don't have the testosterone to handle it."
"I bet my testosterone level is higher than yours."
"Girls have testosterone?"
A pillow to the head knocked me over. Ashley pounced onto my back, sitting on top of me. I retaliated with my plastic spoon. It bent in half when I poked her arm. I was defenseless and she knew it. Going for the kill, she tickled me beneath my armpits. Without even trying, she was able to make me laugh away the worries from throughout the day.
"Okay, okay, I believe you," I chortled against my will. "I'll go Google it or something."
Ashley didn't give me the chance to. She stayed on top of me the entire evening. Through the TV movie we weren't really watching, through the goodnights our parents said to us, and through the back to back orgasms I gave her from tonguing her pussy.
Things were starting to look up again. The storm was over with and there were only clear skies ahead of us. That was what I believed, anyway. Little did I know that when I kissed Ashley goodnight in her room and drifted off to sleep in my bed, the storm had yet to come.



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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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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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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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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-33



* * * Friday * * *



"Ash, can you help me with something? I don't know how to—"
The door to her room slammed shut before I had the chance to look inside. "Don't come in," she shouted. "I'm not ready yet."
Friday night at last, one hour before I was to take my sister out on our date. I was all dressed and ready to go, barring the untied tie around my neck. My hair had been neatly combed, cologne had been sprayed from head to toe, and a dozen Tic-Tacs were keeping my breath minty fresh. But judging by the volume of Ashley's voice, she didn't sound quite as ready. f For the umpteenth time, I tried to tie a decent knot in front of my full-length mirror.
"Need help with that?"
I turned around, sighting my kid sister at the door. "Hey Nikky, do you know how to tie this?"
"I can give it a shot. Take a seat so I can reach."
Sitting on a stool, I watched Nikky fasten the red cloth around my neck into a neat tie. It took her all but ten seconds to make. She stepped to the side so I could stand up and inspect myself. My reflection showed me what I wanted to see: a suave, love-struck kid dressed to impress.
"How did you get so good at this?" I asked.
"Dad has me do it for him when he doesn't want mom to know he can't do it himself. I've gotten a lot of practice in the past year."
I traced the silk blade with my forefinger. A man couldn't have asked for a better knot. "Thanks, Nikky. Maybe you can teach me how to tie this one of these days."
Her tiny feet padded across the carpet. "Sure thing. Just drop by my room when you want your first lesson." Nikky stopped short of the doorway. Her voice trailed off into the hallway. "Have fun on your date with Ashley."
You know those mirrors at carnival funhouses, the ones that make you look fat and skinny, tall and short, and completely distorted all at the same time? That's what it felt like I was staring into all of a sudden. "Nikky, what did you just say?"
"I said have fun on your date."
"You said Ashley's name."
"I know."
I nearly tripped on my feet as I stumbled after Nikky. "But I'm not going on a date with her. I'm going with someone else."
"No, you're not. You're going with Ashley." She sounded so cold and distant. Was I that bad of a liar?
I grabbed my youngest sibling to me and shut the door. She offered no resistance as I carried her to the edge of my bed. "Did Ashley tell you something about tonight?"
Her eyes were cast down at her feet. "No, nothing. I was leaving to talk to her right now."
"So she hasn't told you who she's going with?"
"Ashley hasn't said a word about the date to me the entire week."
"Then how do you know about us?"
"It's not hard to figure out." Nikky stared at our hands, an improvement over her feet. "Brian, I'm twelve years-old, soon to be thirteen. I'm starting middle school next year, which is only two years from high school, which is almost college like you and Ashley. I'm not a kid anymore. I know these things."
"I don't understand how it's possible. Does that mean you've seen us..."
"Hugging like you haven't seen each other in years? Getting googly-eyed when you two are in the same room? Kissing like you're both..." Nikky quickly looked away. She must have been so ashamed of us. "Yeah, I have seen you. Both of you."
"Nikky, you're not supposed to..." Not supposed to know that her big sister and brother had been intimate? Not supposed to know the two people she looked up to the most had betrayed her trust? Not supposed to know that she had been put to the side for her sibling's own private happiness? I had no comforting words for her. Of all the people who could have found out about us, why did it have to be the person I least expected?
Nicole was so young. She had enough problems a regular twelve year-old had to deal with. Discovering a secret affair between her sister and brother shouldn't have to be one of them. I could only imagine what she was feeling. Most of it must have been negative.
I squeezed Nikky in my arms tighter than I ever squeezed Ashley. It may have felt that way because she was so much smaller. "Please don't hate your sister. This isn't her fault. She loves you so much and would never do anything to hurt you. Blame me for taking things this far. Just don't think of Ashley any less. She would be devastated if she lost your trust."
"I'm not angry or anything like that," she appeased. "I'm okay, honestly. It doesn't bother me at all."
Talks with Ashley were so much easier. With her, I could tell when she was telling me the truth. With Nicole, she could have said the sky was green and I'd believe her. "You haven't told anyone about Ashley and me, have you? Your friends, mom, dad?"
"No one. It's none of my business so I haven't told anyone." A bit of Ashley's wisdom was surely instilled in her.
"Can you promise me you'll keep it that way? If not for me, then for your big sis? No one can know about us. Someday, but not yet."
"I promise. I've been keeping it a secret for a year now. I can do it for a hundred more if I have to."
A year? Ashley and I shared our first kiss two weeks ago. What could have led her to believe we'd been together for that long?
"Nikky, are you sure you're okay with this? I'd hate to think you spend so much time at your friend's house because you want to get away from us."
"No way, that's not the reason. I really like playing at my friend's house. It doesn't have anything to do with what you and Ashley are doing together." Nicole put a short arm around my back. It was the first time she had ever tried to comfort me. "I love Ashley a lot. Sometimes I act bratty around you but I love you a lot too. I'm happy that you guys are happy. You two are perfect each other and I want us all to stay happy."
Nicole hadn't been my biggest worry in this relationship, but to have her blessing meant so much more than I could have possibly imagined. "I think you're more mature than Ashley when she was your age."
"I know," she smiled. "Brian, since I promised you something, you have to promise me something."
"Sounds fair. What is it you want me to promise?"
"I want you to promise me, that when you're on your date with Ashley tonight, you won't let what I told you get in the way of it. Do what you plan to do and don't worry about me. I'm a big girl; I can handle this. Can you promise me that?"
"I promise. I would do anything for you and Ashley."
She playfully fought me off as I hugged her again. "Can I go now? I'm supposed to help Ashley with her hair."
I let Nicole up from my bed. "Are you going to tell her what you told me?"
"I caused enough trouble for one night. My lips are sealed." She zipped her fingers across her lips before vanishing into the hallway.
As I absent-mindedly made final preparations for the night, I thought back to the discussion I had with my father, and to an extent, with mom. They had it wrong when they told me to be careful with Ashley. It wasn't her that I had to worry about, but my other younger sister.
The secret's out. It was too late for me to try and hide it from Nicole. I didn't know how I was going to do it, but I was determined not to let this be a repeat of what happened to my dad and his family. I promised him I wouldn't hurt my sisters; I also promised Ashley I wouldn't let our relationship get in the way of our family; and I promised Nikky that I would carry on with the evening as planned. I just hoped I hadn't promised more than I could handle.
I idled my time with the news in the living room. Distasteful as it may be, maybe the troubles of others would make mine seem insignificant. That didn't happen. The mundane rambling of the news reporter almost put me to sleep. Apparently a monkey was swinging amok at the local zoo and throwing souvenirs at guests. Too bad there wasn't any footage of it.
My ears perked to the distinct click-click of high heels from the hallway. I hopped up from the sofa, and turned to see my lovely sister looking more glamorous than ever.
Ashley had gone all out for the evening. Crimson red lipstick, curled eyelashes, dark eye shadow, gold hoop earrings, a stack of bracelets on each wrist. She didn't look like the same young eighteen year-old girl I saw coming out of the shower two hours earlier. Ashley looked ready to walk the red carpet of an award ceremony and steal the paparazzi from every big-name celebrity.
Yet it would be her dress that would be the most-talked about headline in Hollywood magazines. The dress was a pitch black number that hugged her waist and flared out midway down her thighs. The top was like a halter that left her shoulders exposed, with a deep V-neckline nearing her navel. There was a silver jewel detail at the bottom of the neckline in the design of the sun. The dress was classy, sexy, and perfect for the woman wearing it.
Ashley strutted to where I gawked in amazement. " You're probably tired of me asking this but how do I look?"
"You look... you look..." It didn't matter what I say to her. No compliment would have done her justice. "Jeez Ash, you look smoking hot. You're going to make every guy within a hundred miles jealous of me. That dress is just... wow. Mom actually let you pick that?"
"Mom's cooler than you think. She encouraged me to pick this one." Ashley performed a graceful twirl to show off the rest of her gown. Her entire back, from her shoulders to her waistline, was bare. There was a strap behind a neck for where the halter top tied together. "Mom likes the backside the best. She said it looks good because I don't have any tan lines. Almost makes me look topless, doesn't it?"
I dumbly nodded.
"You look smoking hot too, Bry. Come over here so I can have a better look."
As she pressed down the collar of my leather jacket and complimented me on my striped dress shirt and charcoal slacks, our parents entered through the living room door.
"Whoa, you guys look snazzy," Ashley said to them. "Where were you guys, and what's the occasion for the fancy clothes?"
Mom was wearing a dress much like Ashley's, but without as much skin revealed. "Hello, kids. We were next door having a cup of tea with the Morrisons while we waited for Nikky to gather her things. As for the fancy clothes, your father suggested we join your Uncle Vince at Club Shooter for a night of dancing. Since you all have plans tonight, we don't want to stay home with the house all to ourselves and be seen as boring parents."
Dad was dressed similarly to me, but in lighter colors. He patted me heartily on the back. "Talk about doing your old man proud, son. You look a whole new man in these clothes. And Ashley, you look... you look... wow."
Like father, like son.
Ashley turned her body side to side the way a shy, little girl would. "Daddy, you're making me blush. If you don't stop staring, you're going to make mom jealous."
"It's hard not to stare when my little girl looks so grown up. You are going to make your date one happy man. I wish I could stick around to meet him but we're sort of in a hurry now. Where's Nikky? We need to take her to her friend's house before we meet up with Vincent."
"I'm right here," Nicole announced. How long she had been standing in the hallway, none of us knew. "I've been waiting forever for you guys."
"I'm sorry, sweetie. Brian and Ashley were still getting ready when we went next door and we thought you'd be a while too."
"Dad," she groaned condescendingly, "I was getting ready for a sleepover, not a date. It takes me five minutes to pack my things."
Her feistiness had him chuckling. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry again, sweetie. Let's get you out of here." Dad directed his attention to Ashley and me. "I'm not sure how long we'll be out for so don't wait up for us. We trust you both enough not to give you curfews, but that doesn't mean you can come home tomorrow morning." Specifically at me now. "Brian, if you're not in a hurry, can you stay with Ashley until her date arrives?"
"Not a problem. You don't have to worry about us staying out late either."
Ashley reaffirmed, "Brian and I will be at home safe and sound before you and mommy are done dancing. Have fun with Uncle Vince and Sophie."
There were plenty of mushy hugs to go around while we said our goodbyes. A person would think we were leaving a family reunion instead of splitting up for a single night.
Nikky hugged me for an exceptionally long time compared to the others. "Have fun on your date. Don't worry about what I said earlier. Just do what you promised me."
"I will, and thanks again. Have fun at your sleepover."
Nicole and our parents were soon out the door. Ashley and I were left behind to stare at each other, unsure of what to make of the sudden change of events.
"Did you know mom and dad were going out?" Ashley quickly asked.
"I didn't even notice they were missing. How do you think they got ready so quickly?"
"Years of practice. Remember all their late nights when we were kids?"
Those weekends were the most fun I had as an eight year-old. "Our babysitter was the richest teenager on the block."
I surveyed the sparsely populated room, assessing our situation. My imagination ran wild at the possibilities. "Hey Ash, guess what."
Ashley slid her hands beneath my jacket, her imagination also at work. "A number between one a ten?"
"That and we're home alone. Do you know what that means?"
"Yep, I do." She friskily pulled our bodies together, her sweet fragrance surrounding us.
We had the house all to ourselves, with no interruptions in sight. It was hard for me to dismiss the temptation of skipping the first half of our date.
Ashley didn't find it nearly as difficult. Her mischievous grin turned into a sweet smile, which didn't look all that different from her grin. "Brian, we can stay home every other night. It's not often we get to go out on a date. I really want to do this."
After all the things I had gone through to make this date happen, it would be a shame to waste my efforts. And deep down, I wanted to have this date too.
"Yeah, so do I. But before we head out, there's something I need to give you to make this date official. Wait here, okay?" I left a dust trail in my wake as I rushed through the living room, past the kitchen, and outside into the backyard. I looped around to the front of our house and rang the doorbell. Call it silly and sickly cute, but this was my sister's first date, and I wanted to give her the full date experience.
Ashley, naturally, opened the door. She thought I was crazy until she saw what I was holding. "Brian, just what are you—oh my gosh. These flowers, they're so beautiful. Just look at all the different colors. They smell so nice too. You even got me chocolate. Thank you, Bry. This is already starting to turn out to be the perfect date."
My aunt said she outdid herself when I came to pick up the bouquet earlier, and after seeing my sister's reaction, I didn't doubt it.
I invited myself into the house and handed over the gifts. "There, it's official. Our date has now begun." As she placed the flowers and heart-shaped box of chocolates on the coffee table, I hung my right arm out to my side. "Ready to get going?"
Ashley hooked her left arm around it. "Ready as I'll ever be." Walking alongside each other, we took the first steps toward our first date.
Ashley stared out the side window as I exited the freeway to her dream restaurant. "So where to," she finally asked, unable to hold off any longer.
"Some fancy place that supposedly has good food. I've never been there myself but it's what everyone else keeps telling me. The restaurant is up ahead a couple more blocks."
Instead of resuming our game of twenty questions, Ashley opted to wait patiently. With each turn I took and each street I passed, the possible choices of restaurants got slimmer and slimmer. She was methodically deducing where I was taking her. As we neared the source of spotlights illuminating the darkening sky, her mouth curled into an increasingly wide smile. Not one to disappoint, I drove up to a valet parking sign in front of an upscale restaurant.
Ashley grabbed my right arm, preventing me from exiting the car. "Oh my gosh, this better not be some kind of mean prank. Are we actually eating here at Amalfi's?"
"Nope, I just forgot directions to the place I wanted to take you. I want to ask these guys for help." Her expression changed so radically from ecstatic to crestfallen that I almost burst out laughing. "Ash, I'm kidding. We're eating here."
The valet driver opened her door just in time to see her punch my shoulder.
Ashley's fit of rage was short-lived. As we were escorted into the trendy restaurant, she oooh'ed and ahhh'ed at all the little details she saw in magazines and the web. We were seated at a candlelit table in the middle of a spacious and somewhat isolated dining area.
"Oh my gosh, this is so cool," Ashley chirped. " How did you get reservations to this place? You didn't have to do anything illegal, did you?"
"Don't worry, babe, my criminal record is still clean. Just pick anything that tickles your taste buds and enjoy. You can make it up to me in bed."
"I'm going to make it up to you in bed and everywhere else I get you all alone. Gosh, this is so amazing. I don't know what to pick."
As I browsed the menu, I wasn't sure what I wanted to pick either. It wasn't the food selection that stumped me but the little numbers beside them. Lillian wasn't kidding when she warned the previous week that it cost fifty dollars for a lobster claw. All the choices were exorbitantly priced. Even with Alyson handling part of the bill, my wallet would still take a huge hit. Nevertheless, I was determined to treat my sister to a extraordinary dinner, by any greens necessary.
Unable to decide what I wanted to eat, I went to Plan B, which was to use the recommendations Aly gave me when we were finalizing the details of my dinner. Ashley was impressed by my newfound knowledge of fine cuisine, and she agreed to the four course meal I ordered for the both of us.
"You look a little funny in that tie," Ashley said, dipping her fried dumplings into a puddle of soy sauce.
I gulped down on my morsel of filet mignon. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"A good thing. I'm surprised you know how to tie it."
"Actually, Nikky did it for me. She's a pretty talented kid."
"Really? That's so nice of her. She helped me too with my hair."
"I don't doubt it. Your hairdo is like a work of art. What's that style called?"
Ashley felt up the intricate loops upon loops of golden hair on her head. "This simple thing? It's called an up-do. Only took an hour to make."
I cracked a small joke on how I was glad I wasn't in her heels for once. The chatter was light and frivolous, and it had been for the past hour. Although I was very much enjoying her company, I couldn't help but think that for what was supposed to be our special night, the conversation felt a little shallow. It's one thing to be on a first date with someone you recently met, but another to be on a first date with someone you have known for all but two years of your life.
I thought back to the advice Natalia gave me earlier in the week. I waited for my sister to take a drink of her iced tea before asking, "Where do you see yourself in the future?"
Ashley was put off by the immediate transition. "What do you mean? Like a week from now? A month? The end of the summer?"
"Yeah, you can start with those."
"Hmm, next week our uncle is getting married, so I guess I see myself at his wedding. Then my birthday is coming up, so I see myself one year older within the month. And at the end of the summer, I hope to have a job by then. That little shopping spree we had on Wednesday set me back a lot more than I expected."
"If you're short on money, I'm sure mom and dad wouldn't mind increasing your allowance. They are handling college for the both of us. I'm sure extra cash for important things like lingerie wouldn't set them back too much. You can always make it up to them when you become a world-renowned physicist. That has to pay a pretty hefty sum, right?"
Ashley raised an eyebrow. "I haven't bothered to check how much a job like that would pay. I might work as a waitress to help mom and dad pay for college. They said they have enough set aside for us and Nikky, but I still want to help out and show I'm deserving of their trust. I think they're the only parents who still gives their kids allowance at our age." She turned the questioning around to me. "How about you, your job search going well?"
"It's over with. I'm done searching for one."
"Really? So you're going to stay unemployed for another summer?"
"I'm done searching for a job because I have one. You are currently looking at the newest and best-dressed florist in town." She stared at me as if I was about to deliver the punch-line to a really bad joke. "Ash, I'm serious. I'm going to be working for Aunt Kim at her flower shop. It won't be a real nine-to-five job but it's a start, and it'll be a way for me to pay for all the dates I plan to take you on."
A bright smile heralded her reply. "You are really full of surprises tonight."
"Yep. I know." I liked where the conversation was heading, so I continued with the topic. "Now that we have a crystal ball image of your summer, what about beyond that? Say ten years from now?"
"Ten years? That's a while away." Ashley rested her chin in her palms and looked off to the side as if in deep meditation. "I haven't really thought that far ahead, but I can see myself with the finest implants money can buy, a tattoo above my butt that says 'Property of Big Brother', and a big diamond-studded tongue piercing. That sounds pretty cool, doesn't it?"
"Yeah... cool. That's one way of putting it." When I first saw our table situated so far from the other guests, I was a little disappointed I wouldn't be able to show off my beautiful date. Now I was somewhat grateful for the seating arrangement.
Again, I had tell her I was being serious. "Ash, I'm not kidding around. I'm really interested in what you have to say about this."
My change of tone seemed to have put her into real meditation. A minute passed before she came up with an outline of her future. "I see myself out of college with a degree and a successful high paying job to wake up to; a brand new car that'd make my friends green with envy; and a huge, state of the art home that'd make mom and dad proud of me."
"That's... pretty ambitious."
She sensed my melancholy. "What's wrong? Didn't I answer your question?"
"You did. But it sounded like you forgot something. Someone..." The blank stare on her face wasn't very inspiring. "Ashley, where do you see us in ten years?"
She confidently stated, "I see us together enjoying the ten-year anniversary of our first date. Maybe in this very same restaurant if it's still around."
"Is that all? You see us on a date as just brother and sister?"
"As more than that. Much, much more. If you feel the same way I do about it, we can be happily married parents with the most adorable baby girl waiting for us at home with the babysitter. Or we can be as we are now, two siblings in a relationship that has to be kept secret from everyone else. Take your pick."
It was an easy decision. "When you put it that way, there's no way I wouldn't want to pick the first choice."
"Then why are you so serious about it? Sounds to me like we both know what we want."
"Aren't you concerned with how we are going to make it happen? There are going to be a lot of obstacles in our way. Wanting things to end happily isn't enough. It's up to us to make it happen."
"You're awfully interested about something you have zero interest in. What happened to the wait and see approach? The 'what other people don't know can't hurt them' stuff? With the way you're talking, it's like you want to solve all our problems in a single dinner."
I wanted so badly to disclose what had been said to me in the past forty-eight hours. Instead, I had to pretend this was of my own concern. "I like having an idea of how we can make things work out, even if it's a small one. Yesterday and today, I learned some things that made me think about our lives together. I don't want to put this off until it's too late to have our fairy tale ending."
"So what do you propose we do to make our fairy tale ending a reality?"
"I was hoping you'd know the answer. You seem to know how to deal with everything else."
"Only for things I can predict the outcome of. There's just so much I can do before I have to let fate decide what's best for us."
I stared at her barren plate. "You don't seem too worried about this."
"When it comes to my future, I want to think about the destination. There's no point in fussing over the journey since there might be a hundred different paths to take. Some might be rougher than others, but they all lead to the same goal: us living happily ever after."
Her carefree thinking was such an endearing quality. "I'm envious of you. I see the cup as half empty but you always see it as completely full. It's like there's nothing that can change your outlook on life."
"Not knowing is bliss."
"I think you mean ignorance is bliss."
"Are you calling me ignorant?" She lightly laughed before taking the last sips of her cocktail drink. Her eyes settled on my plate. "I think this is the first time I ever finished dinner before you."
I poked my half-eaten fish. "It's not easy for me to eat and talk at the same time. Let me ask for your dessert. You can get started on that while I finish my dinner."
Asking wasn't necessary at a restaurant of that caliber. Our server was already on the way with two small plates of five-nut brownies topped with vanilla ice cream and caramel. The treat looked too good to put off for long, so I scarfed down the rest of my dinner and dug into the chocolate.
With dinner coming to a close, there was one thing left for me to take care of. I placed the bill booklet onto the table and skimmed past the pictures I had of Ashley in my wallet for my credit card. Something peculiar on the bill caught my eye and I waved over our maitre d'.
"Excuse me but I am wondering if what it says here is correct." I held the bill up and pointed at the string of zeros for where the total cost should have been.
"That is correct, Mr. Stafford. An important young lady to this restaurant personally tended to your care. She dropped by briefly to make sure everything was all right with your dinner. Just sign on this line right here." The line he pointed to already had a bright pink signature on in. The squiggly loop-de-loops and hearts that topped the i's were obviously handwritten by a teenage girl. I couldn't read the entire name but the capital A was enough for me to figure out who had signed it.
The dinner should have cost more than a month's worth of groceries, and somehow Alyson had arranged it so I wouldn't have to pay a single cent. Half off was already a very cordial offer; completely free was unheard of. I would need to find a way to repay her for her generosity.
After I signed the bill to conclude our dining festivities, Ashley and I thanked everyone for their service and were kindly escorted out the restaurant. The valet driver was already waiting for us with my car.
Ashley couldn't sit still as I drove to the next location. Her dress rode up her succulent thighs, teasing me with the possibility of a panty-shot. "That was so much fun, Bry. I can't wait until we do it again."
"Let's finish this date before we think about the next one. It's not even eight yet and I still have a couple more surprises for you."
"Are they here?"
The car came to a stop at the neighborhood park. "Sure are. Follow me, I want to show you something."
Ashley walked beside me to a tree overshadowing a bicycle rack. She gasped when she saw me doing the unthinkable. "Are you crazy?" she exclaimed. "Those aren't ours."
I struggled with the thin chain and lock holding down a pair of bikes. "Hmm, looks like I'll need a key to open this. I wonder," I reached into my back pocket, "if this key can do the trick." Knowing it would, I clicked the key into place and freed the bikes. "Well what do you know, it works after all."
Ashley stared in slack-jawed amazement. "You are really full of surprises."
"I know." I coolly rolled a bike up to my sister. "Here, you can use this one. I thought riding bikes would be a good way to unwind after a fancy dinner, so I got us a couple we could play with."
The two-wheeled vehicles belonged to none other than the sporty Lillian. Earlier in the day, when I called and asked if I could borrow her brothers' bikes, she agreed to drop by the park and leave them behind for Ashley and me to use. Fortunately the neighborhood was very safe, and a sturdy lock was all we needed to make sure the bikes didn't unexpectedly ride away.
"I... I don't know. I don't think I can ride a bike like this." Ashley pointed down at her high heels.
"I got that covered too. Here, you can wear these." I showed her the pair of black sneakers tied around one of the handlebars.
"Are those my old gym shoes?"
"Yup, found them in the garage. I spent most of this morning cleaning them off while you were jogging with your friends. I got you a pair of clean socks too." I pulled them out from within the shoes.
Ashley hesitated in taking the footwear.
"What's wrong, sis? You don't want to do this?"
"I do, but... I don't know if I can."
"Of course you can. Tonight is all about you and if there's anything you want to do, I'll do whatever it takes to make it possible."
"That's not what I meant," she retorted.
"Then what's the problem? Whatever it is can't be as bad as forgetting how to ride a bike."
For the first time that night, Ashley looked less than enthusiastic.
The shoes slipped from my fingers. I rushed to my nervous sibling and held her cold hands together. "Sis, something like how to ride a bike does not disappear from memory. It's just been a while since you've done it. Spend two minutes on a bike and I know you'll do fine."
Ashley didn't respond.
Oh man, what was I saying? I couldn't believe how insensitive I was being all of a sudden. The reason she didn't want to do this wasn't because she forgot how. It was because the bad memories of her bike accident from her childhood were coming back to haunt her. Yet there I was, shrugging it off as nothing, and urging her to do something she must have been scared of.
I held her hands up and gently kissed the back of them. "Ashley, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to pressure you. We can leave and find something else to do. Anything is okay with me as long as you're having fun."
She dissuaded, "No, I don't want to leave. You must have gone through a lot of trouble to arrange all this and I don't want to be unappreciative. I'll give it a shot, and if it turns out I can't do it, then we can go somewhere else."
I nodded. "Okay, have a seat and I'll help you into this stuff." I led my Cinderella to a bench and slid on her glass slippers. As inappropriate as it was, my eyes wandered from her feet to her dress hem. It took all my willpower not to peek any further while I tied her shoelaces. "All set. Let's give these bikes a spin, shall we?"
"Can you stay with me while I try to remember how to do this?"
"Sure thing, babe." Playing her knight in shining armor, I steadied her bike while she climbed on. I held her shoulders as we started off slow on the path circling the lake. "This is kind of ironic, isn't it? I'm teaching you how to ride a bike even though you learned before I did."
Ashley reminisced. "I was in kindergarten and you were in second grade. You complained to dad so much that you were never going to learn to ride without training wheels. Meanwhile mom had me on two wheels in under an hour. You told dad you wanted her to teach you, and a few hours after they switched spots, you still couldn't do it."
My embarrassing past brought a smile to her face. I loosened my grip, keeping only my palms on her shoulders. "Hey, that's not very funny. I was traumatized for life because of it."
"What's really funny is what it took to have you learn how to ride. While mom was bandaging you up like a mummy, I rode by you on my little pink bike and said, 'You can do it, big brother, I know you can. Just relax and do your best. It's really easy.' Next thing I remember we were riding side by side with mom and dad for the first time around the block."
As Ashley finished recalling her tale, I felt the pressure against my hands lessening. "I think you're ready to start pedaling."
The bike boosted to a little more than walking speed. "Like this?"
"Like this." My walk sped up to a mad dash.
She instantly panicked. "Ohmigod, ohmigod, don't let go! I'm going to fall!"
"I still got you, don't worry. I'm not going to let you get hurt."
"But you're going to run out of breath if you keep this up."
"I'm not letting go until you say you're ready."
"I'm ready, I'm ready!"
"I'm not letting go until you mean it."
"I mean it, I mean it! I'm ready!"
I took my hands off of her shoulders and stopped dead in my tracks, but Ashley and her bike kept rolling. Despite her shrill screaming, her body was perfectly balanced, her bike perfectly steady, as she rode further down the path.
I shouted after her. "Will you stop screaming and look at yourself? You're doing awesome."
Ashley didn't shout anything back. She was too busy laughing her cute butt off.
I found myself laughing aloud too. I did very little in helping her remember the life skill, but my sister was having a great time and that's all that mattered. When I reached my abandoned bike, she was already on the other side of the expansive lake. It was impossible to catch up to her without surpassing the speed of light, so I turned my bike around and went in the opposite direction of her.
Ashley saw me slowing down as I approached her headfirst. "You may have caught up to me but I'm still one lap ahead of you."
"Some things never change, do they?"
"Nope."
Pedaling side by side, we branched off from the main path on an unguided tour of the park, while reliving the days when our biggest concerns were multiplication tables and who went first in a game of kickball. Everything we passed, from the playground to the baseball field, was void of any souls. The nearest sign of life was a family in the picnic area having a barbeque. They looked like ants around a fire.
Ashley reached behind her head and unraveled the many loops of hair with a simple tug. The golden strands floated gently in the breeze like the world's most expensive bicycle streamers. "We look so out of place," she said amusingly. "This date is completely different than I how I envisioned it."
"What did you think I would do?"
"Either something cheesy like a night in the bowling lanes or something sophisticated like a stroll in an art gallery. With you it's one extreme or the other, never in between. But you really surprised me tonight. The park is a really neat middle ground, and the bikes are a nice touch. I'm glad you took me here." Ashley held her hand out to me, and smiled when I treasured it with a soft squeeze.
One leisurely lap around the park turned into many. Words were sparse between us, but being in each other's presence kept the mood merry.
As we headed back to the central area of the park, Ashley fanned herself with her right hand. "I'm getting a little tired. Can we take a break?"
I pointed up ahead to a lonely bench by the lake. "Does there look good?"
"Looks perfect."
We laid our bikes on the grass and moved onto the wooden seat. The moon shone brightly in the star-filled sky, illuminating the calm water and vast field in front of us.
Ashley stretched her arms and legs out. "Wow, that felt good. I think I know why I like to drive so much."
"To satisfy your need for speed?" I wasn't expecting her to say yes when she did.
"Ever since I first hopped onto a bike, I loved the sense of speed I got when the wind was in my hair. For a kid there's no greater thrill, no greater adrenaline rush. I missed that feeling, and it wasn't until I sat behind the steering wheel for the first time that it started to come back. It's not exactly the same as riding a bike, but it's close, and a part of me that had been closed off for so many years resurfaced. It's hard to believe I stopped in the first place."
"You stopped because mom and dad forced you to. I tried to convince them to give you a second chance but they wouldn't listen."
Ashley divulged, "It's not their fault. Mom and dad didn't want me to ride anymore, but they never actually forced me to stop. I stopped on my own."
"Why would you do that? The happiest I've ever seen you was when you were racing through the neighborhood with your friends. One accident shouldn't stop you from doing something you love."
There was a vulnerability in her eyes that made my sister so unlike her normally chipper self. "I stopped because when you carried me from the accident, for the first time I could ever remember, you cried. I'd seen you sad before, like the day your pet iguana died and the time Randall Carnes broke your favorite model plane, but never to the point you had tears in your eyes. To finally see you cry, and for me, made me realize how important I was to you. I didn't want you to ever have to deal with that again, so I decided, when I came home from the hospital, to give up that part of my life. I wanted to always be safe and sound, for your sake. It's a small price to pay to ensure your happiness."



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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I was appalled by her revelation. "Don't you think that's a little excessive? It was a once-in-a-lifetime accident. How could I be happy knowing you killed your childhood for me? If mom and dad let you ride again, don't you think I'd be okay with it too? One of the things we agreed on was to not sacrifice anything for each other."
"Please don't make a big deal out of this. I made that decision eight years ago. It's in the past now and the decision was mine to make. I didn't mean for it to be a burden for you. What matters to me is tonight, and I'm grateful you helped me feel like a kid again." Ashley scooted closer. Her fingers entwined around mine. "I might have to persuade dad to buy us our own bikes so we wouldn't have to borrow Lillian's."
"Lillian? Why would you think she—"
"I'm pretty sure you didn't buy these bikes just for tonight. I've seen them in Lillian's garage. They belong to her brothers, right? It's okay to admit you've had some help. I've seen enough clues to figure it out. The only people I've joked with, about me being a world-renowned physicist, were my friends, and Natalia was the only one who took me seriously. You couldn't have known about that because you and I never talked about my future before tonight, and I doubt you just had a lucky guess. As for dinner, Alyson helped you arrange it. I saw her name on the bill while you were searching through your wallet. There's no way I could have mistaken her signature. It's big enough to fit a billboard."
Each realization felt like a punch to the gut. Why did Ashley have to be so smart?
I choked on my admission. "Yeah... I did get some help. Your friends asked about our date. One thing led to another and they all ended up offering me advice. Their ideas sounded really good so I took them up on it."
"But it's not only my friends that helped with our date. Dad helped you pick your suit and mom helped me with my dress. Then Nikky added the finishing touches to make us picture perfect."
It wasn't her intention to kick a guy already on the ground, but that's what it felt like. "Ashley, I wanted to plan tonight on my own but I'm still new to this dating thing. I didn't want to disappoint you with something meaningless. When it comes to your likes and dislikes for a night like this, I don't know as much as I should."
Her reaction wasn't what I expected, but it fit her optimism perfectly. "Brian, disappointment is the last thing I feel right now. This is great news. Don't you see what's happening? Everyone wants us to be together. My friends, mom and dad, even Nikky. They all helped to make this date as wonderful as it is."
Unfortunately I didn't share her optimism. How could I, when this date that was supposed to have been for just the two of us, suddenly felt like nothing more than a bunch of suggestions from everyone except me. "That's not how they're going to see it, Ash. Your friends only helped me because they care a lot for you. They don't see us as anything more than close siblings. If it wasn't for our familial bond, they never would have given me the time of day. As for mom and dad, they only helped because they're just trying to be supportive parents. They don't have any idea about what we're doing. The last thing they'd suspect is their kids on a date together. And Nikky... she's still just a kid. She's too young to know what's going on. None of them understand the extent of our relationship."
Ashley abruptly stood up, gazing out into the darkness. "That's not true," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What isn't?"
"I never fully explained why I took you to the mall with me and my friends last Friday. Do you want to know the real reason for it?"
I wasn't sure if I did anymore.
"I wanted... I want my friends to find out about us. I want them to see the love I have for you is real, that it isn't just the kind siblings have. These feelings are impossible for me to keep bottled up. I have to let it out. I can't keep this a secret any longer. I know you dread the idea of anyone knowing about us, but what if I can ease people into our relationship? What if I can show them how madly in love I am with you? Then maybe they'll understand and be okay with us being together. Maybe they'll give us their blessings, wish us luck, help us like they have for tonight. That's what I tried to accomplish last Friday with my friends."
It was an outer body experience to hear myself respond in an anger that I would forever regret. "You can't be serious. Why would you do something foolish like that? This isn't a petty secret you can joke around with to your friends. This is our life together. You need to take this more seriously before you do something that gets us both hurt. Don't you realize how dangerous it is if they knew?"
The rise in temper was mutual. She turned around, her eyes filled with sorrow and distraught. "Dangerous? What danger? My friends are the only people I trust enough with our secret. If I'm not allowed to trust them, then there is no one else I can trust. We might as well keep this a secret from the whole world again. You said it was okay for us to be more open about our relationship. What made you change your mind? Does your stupid rule only apply to you? Is it okay if your friends found out but not mine? That only you get to decide who knows?"
I stormed up and grabbed her wrists. "That is not what I said. Don't put words in my mouth. Your friends are nice girls but I need more than one week to be okay with them knowing every detail of our life. You can't make these decisions without me."
"No, Brian, that's not how this works. You don't get to decide everything. I have every right to make these decisions on my own. Don't forget it was me who took the first step to where we are now. I took the biggest risk when I confessed my feelings to you. You could have laughed at me, hated me, be disgusted with me. But did I let my fears keep my mouth shut? No fucking way. I had the courage to act right then and there, to pour my heart out to you. When you said you felt the same way about me, I thought I had fallen in love with the right guy. But for all the sweet talking you did you sure as hell don't step up to your promises. Stop being a coward for once and find some damn courage. Otherwise you won't be able to stop me from doing this." She pulled free from my grasp with a strength her thin arms couldn't possibly have.
I reached for her, my hands moving as if time was coming to a standstill, except the girl fleeing from me was invulnerable to its effect. She stopped at the lake's edge, and yelled as if she had nothing else to lose than the love that was on the verge of falling apart. "I, Ashley Stafford, am in love with my brother. I love him more than any woman could ever love a man. I want to spend the rest of my life with him, be his wife, have his kids. I don't care what anyone thinks about us. No one can do a damn thing to stop me from loving my brother."
I could barely fathom the words coming out of her mouth. Ashley had done the unthinkable; she had professed our love to the world. I should have felt scared, anxious, furious. Her outburst was uncalled for and totally reckless. Yet for some unexplainable reason, I wished I could have had the courage to yell the same things right beside her.
By the time I was able to wrap my arms around held her shoulders in an impossibly tight hold, I had heard all I needed to hear. "Ashley, I'm sorry. Please calm down."
"No, I won't calm down. How do you expect us to take this any further if you're always afraid of the worst? I'm not going to calm down until you—"
I turned my troubled sister to me. Her body felt limp against my chest. Her sullen tears pierced my shirt. I held her trembling chin up, my hand filled with a pond of her sadness. I did the only thing I could to end her stream of sobs. I kissed her as if I had nothing else to lose than the love that took eighteen years to blossom.
Her lips remained lifeless. I nudged with my tongue, pleading for my sister's forgiveness. Of all the ways our love could have died, I never thought it would be from a fight on our first date. A fight that I started for no reason other than my own cowardice. That night was supposed to be a joyful occasion, a celebration of our love. We were alone at last. Not as siblings, but as lovers. The only tears she should have been shedding were of happiness. So why did I have to fail so miserably?
Unfamiliar tears obscured my vision, wetted my cheeks. I closed my eyes and prayed for strength. Any strength to hold my baby girl steady, any strength to keep her in my arms. The first time she ran from me hurt me more than her words ever could. I couldn't bear to let her escape again.
Ashley lightly touched my right cheek. Slowly, her lips parted as our tongues met. I hugged her tighter and exhaled relief into her mouth.
"Ashley," I began to say, before she touched my other cheek. Her fingers held me in place, unmoving from her lips. A loving kiss with my sweet, kind sister. It was what I needed to clear my head and make sense of this mess. A mess that I was selfishly trying to shift the blame on.
Ashley was the unfortunate victim of my insecurities. She did nothing wrong. Genuinely, she was the only one who did the right thing. She was being honest with her feelings.
Our lips separated after an eternity of self-thought. I opened my eyes, my perception clearer than it had ever been. "Ashley, I am sorry for the idiotic things I said. You are the smartest girl I know. The last thing I would ever do is question your judgment."
Her flow of tears had yet to cease. Ashley hid her right cheek in my shirt. "Oh god, I am so sorry for yelling. I don't know what came over me."
"I think I know. You're confused, frustrated, angry." She pulled on my jacket. Her refusal to look me in the face told me I was right. "You should be feeling all those things. I was stupid and trying to blame anyone but me. It's time I man up to my empty promises. I've been doing a lot of talking when I should have been taking action. You decided long ago you were ready to move onto the next stage of our relationship. It seems I haven't reached that point yet, no matter how much I try to convince myself that I am."
My heartbroken sister finally looked up at me. I wiped away the last tears from her damp cheeks. "Ashley, when you said you were trying to let your friends know the truth, I panicked. I shouldn't have, considering how much they already know, but I did out of fear. Things have been going so well between us that I was afraid of what might happen when things are out of our... out of my control. Why risk so much if we didn't have to? I was content with things just the way they were; secrecy isn't so terrible, I figured. But now I understand I was only delaying the inevitable. If we're to ever go beyond what we have, then I can't keep holding us back. I can't keep holding our future back."
"It feels like we're going in circles."
"Because we have been. But no more of that. From now on, the only direction we're going is forward." Kissing her forehead, I hugged my sister with all the affection I could muster.
It wasn't enough to prevent me from sighing wearily. "I'm the worst hypocrite in the world. Earlier this week I said we could be open about our relationship. Tonight I was accusing you of ruining it by being open."
"You were telling me what I wanted to hear before. Now you're being honest with your feelings."
"Am I really? I don't know what I should be feeling anymore. I could just be telling you what you want to hear again, and tomorrow I'll take it all back in another stupid fight."
"Then we'll fight," Ashley calmly said, knowing this wouldn't be our last. "We'll be angry and sad and say things we wish we never said. Then we'll make up and move on, knowing we learned another valuable lesson. It's all part of being in a real relationship."
"Sounds like we're going in circles again."
"It's a detour. Life's funny that way. We'll never know what it'll throw at us."
"Yet you're not scared of that uncertainty."
She scoffed. "I'm terrified of uncertainty, but knowing you'll be with me to face it gives me the courage to go forward."
"No wonder I'm so afraid of the future. You're hogging all my courage for yourself."
A soft laugh warmed my heart. "I'll save some courage for you next time." Ashley sniffed, moving her cheek from my tear-stained shirt. "Oh no, I'm so sorry, Brian."
"Stop that, you don't have anything to apologize for."
"Yes I do. I got make-up all over your new shirt."
"Do you honestly think I care about that?"
"But my make-up has to be a mess. I must look like a clown right now."
She couldn't be further from the truth. "You look like the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." To prove it to her, I gave her the longest, deepest tongue-filled kiss.
I didn't know how long we stayed in each other's arms, and I didn't care either. The public park was our very own private kingdom. Give Ashley a golden crown and she would have all she needed to be a queen.
Although I didn't have a crown on hand to give her, I did have something that came close. I pulled out a thin chain from a pocket concealed within my jacket. "Ash, can you turn around?"
She pouted while doing so. It was always a good sign when she pouted. "See, I do look like a clown. That's why you don't want to look at me and... oh my... Brian, it's beautiful. Is this—"
"Don't move yet. I still need to tie this on." I fiddled with the metal clasp behind her neck. "And there, all set."
Ashley spun around, showing me the gold heart between her fingers. "Brian, is this real?"
"I hope so. Otherwise the jeweler who sold me this gold necklace scammed me out of my life's savings."
"I mean I'm not dreaming, am I? This necklace is really for me?"
"Of course it's for you. I can't imagine you wearing anything that doesn't match your golden little head. You like it, right?"
"It's the best gift anyone has ever gotten for me."
My dad had said there are three ways to win a woman's heart: flowers, chocolate, and jewelry. Since I didn't know which was the fastest, I went with all three. He also advised me not to splurge on the first date, but I thought Ashley and I had gone beyond that stage.
"Let's go home," she said, leaving the heart to dangle in the middle of her neckline.
"Aren't you still having fun here?"
"I'm serious, Brian. Take me home." Standing on her toes, Ashley whispered into my ear, "I'm ready."
"You mean..." She nodded. "You really mean it?" Smiling, she nodded again.
My happiness level was off the charts. I almost tossed my sister into the air because of how quickly I lifted her off the ground. I twirled on my feet like a spinning top, going around and around until she cordially asked, "Aren't you ready to go home?"
I lowered her feet onto the grass. "Ashley?"
"Yeah, Brian?"
"I'll race you to the car."
Nothing like the sparks of passion to get the heart pumping. The two of us had never been fueled with so much adrenaline. Our bikes topped speeds reserved for dragsters as the tranquil scenery became a blur. Ashley out-pedaled me from start to finish, and hustled into the car first.
Ashley caught me sending out a text message from my phone. Leaning over the gearshift onto my shoulder, she nibbled on my earlobe. "Who are you texting?"
"Lilly to come get her bikes. I was supposed to do this secretly but since you figured it out, there's no point in—"
She hotly kissed me on the lips. "I don't need an explanation. Just go."
Had there been a police car on the road, I would have gotten a speeding ticket from how fast I was blazing through the neighborhood. The police would be hard-pressed to get me to pull over, however. As far as I was concerned, the law didn't apply to a guy who was about to make love to his sister.
I jammed the brakes in front of our driveway, the car coming to a screeching halt. Ashley and I busted out of the vehicle and into the empty house, our lips inseparable.
I trapped her against the hallway wall, savagely kissing her neck. "Yours or mine?"
Ashley pulled me from her neck and wetly kissed my mouth. "Your room. I want to freshen up and change into something more comfortable first."
That was fine with me. Considering how excited we were, if we didn't take a small break to calm down, we would have rutted right there on the hallway floor.
While Ashley was making herself comfortable in her room, I was making my room comfortable for the both of us. I lay sprawled on my bed, shoes off and tie loosened, when a seductive voice beckoned me back up. I half-gasped and half-groaned at the vision of beauty standing at my door.
The scantily-clad vixen, who had mysteriously replaced my lovely baby sister, came into my room wearing purple platform heels and a gauzy, maroon silk robe. The long, flowery tail draped the ground on which she passed, from the entrance to my bed. She pulled up the faux fur collar and performed a balletic spin to show off her exorbitant gown, dark lace bra, and incredible figure.
Ashley—or I thought it was Ashley—placed her hands on her bare midriff just above her matching panties. "Do I really need to ask?" She sure sounded like my Ashley. After I shook my head no, she looked around my room and then back to me. "This is unbelievable. You really went all out with the romantic decor."
Scented candles for a soft orange glow, sultry jazz music to set the mood, and a bed of roses to romanticize my bed. What's unbelievable was me setting up my room without burning anything. Our parent's unexpected announcement that they wouldn't be home left me unprepared for the occasion. I had to work faster than Superman to do a fraction of what I wanted to do with all the supplies. "This is your special night. I want you to enjoy it."
The temptress smiled and sat on my left knee. The smell of lilac couldn't mask the unmistakable scent of my sweet sister. "This isn't just my special night. This is our special night. You better not forget that." Yep, she was my sister all right.
"But no music," she firmly stated. "If I get carried away with the vocals, I don't want any background music to accompany it."
It was a simple request, one that I quickly dealt with. I motioned her up from my leg so I could turn off the stereo using a nearby remote. "Anything else I can do to make tonight any more special?"
Ashley crawled to the head of the bed and rolled onto her back, her robe spread beneath her. "You can help me out of this underwear for starters."
I was on my stomach and between her legs in a blink of an eye. Giggling, she said, "Slow down. We have a long night ahead of us. I don't want you to tire out in the middle of it."
She was right. The night was young and there would be plenty of time to make our first a memorable experience. Putting my excitement in line, I remembered a very important precaution. I scrambled off the bed, grabbed a box from my bedside cabinet, and scrambled back to my rightful position at her panties.
Ashley gave me a funny look as I opened the lid. "What is that?"
I flashed her the box. "Protection." Also known as condoms. As I tried to tear a plastic wrapper open, she sat up with her hand out to me.
"Here, give me that." She more or less snatched the condom from me. "Give me the box too." I did. Ashley placed the lone condom back in the container, then threw it at the corner of my room. The box bounced off the wall and into a trash can. "If those are still there when I wake up, you are never getting inside my panties again."
"You want to do this without any... are you sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything. I want to feel you, and only you, inside of me. Besides, we're still clothed so that thing won't do us any good."
If my penis could jump for joy, it would have done so at that moment. After trying on a condom that afternoon as a sort of practice run, I developed a quick dislike to the artificial feeling. Ashley's desire to do this naturally suited me just fine.
Hoping to reset the romantic mood, I lifted her legs up and lay under them on my stomach, my face inches from her panties. I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs with her arousing scent. As if it was more valuable than air itself, I nuzzled my nose into her lace-covered pussy and inhaled.
Intoxicated by her pungent essence, I bit down on the top of her panties. I grinned up at her elated expression as I slowly peeled the fine material from her hot center. No matter how big my panty fetish gets, I would always be more obsessed with my sister's private treats. Her pussy definitely looked more enticing since I knew I'd be sampling it shortly, with more than just my mouth.
I balled up her panties and kept them close to my nose. The lingering smell would have been a pleasant source of dreams for any man. "Put this scent in a bottle and you'd make millions."
"Uh-unh," she protested. "I don't want any other guy to have that part of me. My lust is only for you."
I smiled sweetly and stashed the underwear in my back pocket. It would take more than almost being found out by my mother to stop my panty-stealing ways.
Ashley opened up her folds as my head bowed down to her pussy. So many times have I seen it up close, so many times have I been captivated by the color. I nimbly extended my tongue and licked the pink flesh.
"Oooh, that's the spot," she lengthily purred. "Show me what you can with that marvelous tongue of yours."
My tongue and I were more than happy to oblige. Hooking the back of her legs, I pushed them toward her chest, giving my tongue more room to savor her femininity. I licked on and around her pussy, not venturing inside the way her rampant gasps begged me to. I looked up to her delightful face, watching her reaction.
Ashley watched me watching her, like a staring contest we used to play as kids when we were bored. Except neither of us were bored, and neither of us cared who blinked or laughed first. Though if we did, the game would have ended with a tie as we both smiled together.
Seeing that smile, I couldn't put my sister through any more teasing. I probed her inner flesh with my tongue and closed my mouth over her clit. Straight and to the point, I sucked on the pearl, almost forgetting why I was giving her oral for the hundredth time that week. She needed to be wet and ready for me to take her virginity, and for her to take mine.
Before Ashley could orgasm from my grand worshipping, she panted, "Brian, make love to me. I'm ready for you."
I eased her legs down from her chest. "I'm ready too."
We were about to do I wanted to for years, ever since I first learned what sex was about. We had been close to crossing that line more times than I could count, and now I had her permission to do what I once believed was impossible. I would consummate my love with my sister.
Ashley had brought about all of my firsts. My first kiss, my first attempt at cunnilingus, my first time doing anal, and everything else in between. There was one first left for me, and it would be the ultimate form of our union. The responsibility of making it magical fell upon my shoulders.
I dutifully sat up and began taking off my clothes.
"Wait, I want to do that," she said, gesturing me closer. I straddled her chest, my arms at my sides.
Her hands moved meticulously over my attire. My bowtie was undone and slung off to the side; my shirt was unbuttoned and shed onto the floor; my pants were unbuckled, unzipped, and thrown with my boxers toward my desk. My naked penis pointed to the stars, ready for what we were about to do next.
I returned to her inviting pussy. "You are really good at taking off clothes. That had to be some kind of speed record."
"I could have slowed down if you wanted me to."
I held my penis and gently rubbed it along her slit. My sister trembled at the contact. "This is where I slow down."
There were some things in life I had consistently wondered about in my dreams. Big things like career choice and the kind of girl I would call my soul mate. Although smaller scale in relevance, the way I would lose my virginity engrossed just as much dream time, whether it'd be gradual, sensual, and emotionally connecting, or fast, dirty, and emotionless.
As I pushed forward past her labia, I knew how I wanted this to be done. Ashley was my soul mate and there was only one way to properly do this. Pushing further, the head of my penis strained into her vagina. Her walls expanded minutely to accept it. The heat and moisture enveloping me was nothing but indescribable pleasure. Going deeper into her cavern, her muscles contracted mightily around my member.
"You are so tight," I groaned. It felt as if I couldn't push any deeper, even though I was just halfway inside of her. "I thought this would be easy since... you know."
Ashley giggled at my naivety. It must have been easy to giggle when the pressure wasn't on her to perform. "Just because my hymen broke doesn't mean I've been playing with shampoo bottles and flashlights every night. I still want to save myself for you. Take your time. I want you all the way in before you pull out."
"Does it hurt?"
"It's a little uncomfortable... but it's starting to feel good. I'm getting used to your size. If my butt can handle it, then so can my pussy."
"Okay, if you say so. Let's try this again." I held her hips and pushed harder into her passageway. Either she had loosened up or I was getting stronger, but I went deeper, deeper, and deeper still, until I felt my shaft, down to the base, coated in her secretions. I looked down at the most phenomenal sight I would every lay eyes on. My penis was rooted in her womanhood. Our bodies were united as lovers.
"I... I did it, Ash. I'm all the way inside of you."
"I know, and it feels wonderful. You were so careful and gentle. It was better than I could have possibly imagined. Come down and hold me, Brian. Stay in me, for a while longer."
Nodding, I reclined and felt her hands meet at the back of my neck. Our bodies pressed together, the heat emanating from us capable of melting a glacier. I scooped my arms beneath her shoulders and kissed her cherry-flavored lips.
Her lips opened and closed as my tongue delved into her mouth, the same way her pussy opened and closed around my penis. Despite our lack of movement, her contractions were more pleasurable than any of our prior acts. Her virgin pussy was wetter than her mouth, tighter than her anus, and warmer than her compassionate heart. The first insertion was everything I had dreamt it would be, and then some.
Ashley caressed my shoulders. I pulled my lips away and waited for her approval to take things further.
"Now," she whispered, "now. Make love to me. Make this a night I will never forget."
I lifted my hips. "Don't whisper. There is no one but us right now. Yell like we're the last two people in the universe. I'll even go first." As I thrust into her pussy, I yelled aloud, "I, Brian Stafford, am in love with my sister. I will make love to her, take her to places she could only dream of, and no one can do a damn thing to stop me."
Ashley smiled, and started to laugh as if she didn't have a single a care in the world. "Did you hit your head while I was gone? What has gotten over you?"
Admiring her majestic smile, I withdrew my hips a short distance, only to push back into her. "You, Ashley. You made me this way. It was a mistake to hide what we have. Nothing could be more beautiful than two people in love. I swear to show you, everyday for the rest of our lives, how much I truly love you."
She closed her eyes as I continually entered her pussy. Her back curved off the bed as her smile disappeared beneath a grimace. She inhaled through her teeth, exhaled through open lips. Worried that I may have gotten carried away, I slowed my penetrations. It was then that her smile returned wider than before, and her eyes opened to reveal tears. Ashley held my cheeks between her hands as she yelled her tired lungs out, "I love my brother so much. Almost as much as I love his dick inside of me. He makes me feel so unbelievably good."
Laughing and fighting back my tears all at once, I attempted to wipe away the teardrop on her cheek. "You're crying again."
My sister blocked my hand with a single finger. "I'm crying because I'm so happy. I've wanted to do this for so long, and now we're finally alone, making love. Two weeks ago, we were nothing more than brother and sister. To touch you like this," she placed her hands on my chest, "was crossing the line. But now look at us. We're connected as one, just the way we should be." Staring down at our union, Ashley giddily laughed. "Keep going, Brian. Oh god, please keep going."
Enamored by her laughter, and entranced by the sight of my manhood in her pussy, I moved my hips at a deliberate pace. I wanted to relish the hot, slick sensation, to make it last an eternity. It definitely felt as if it took an eternity for us to arrive at that point. In the past two weeks we had encountered the toughest trials of our young lives, but our love persevered and came out stronger than ever. That night Ashley and I were to reap the rewards of our tears, and inflame a passion that couldn't have been possible without each other's undying devotion and respect.
Ashley's smile weakened as I increased my pace. She held my shoulders and moaned my name over and over, stopping only to let out the occasional gasp. There were no pet names involved, no dirty talk, no crude treatment. Why act out a fantasy when our greatest fantasy was being fulfilled at that very moment. We were making love in its purest form. Two people joined together in body and spirit.
I had previously thought of sex as instinctual, almost mechanical. It was the job of the male to move his hips forward and back, or up and down, in the hopes he'd give his female mate wondrous sensations. I couldn't have been more wrong. Not a single thrust into Ashley's warm pussy felt the same as the one before it. Her inner walls gripped my cock like a velvet glove, squeezing and tugging on the foreskin, massaging every inch.
Soon my thrusts became as varied as her contractions. Short, rapid pokes; long, deep plunges; wide, circular arcs of my hips. I tried every combination I could think of to elicit the most whimpers from her lips. All of them were met with gratifying success.
I lightly pulled down the front of her bra. Ashley's breasts bounced freely in accord with my penetrations. I learned that I could control their motions by merely adjusting my strength and speed. If I wanted them to bounce like gelatin, all I had to do was give her a few hard, steady stabs. If I wanted them to be motionless, then tender, loving taps were the way to go. There was so much to enjoy about her body that it'd take a lifetime of sex to experience them all.
I lightly groped her breasts. "They feel bigger."
She held my hands against her. "That's because you made me a woman tonight."
Ashley was already pure woman. A lovely and sexy woman who just happened to be my baby sister. No matter how much I may be reminded of the little girl I'd grown up with, I couldn't see her as just a sibling anymore. She had become everything I wanted and needed in a girl. A sincere sister, a caring friend, and an extraordinary lover. What was more amazing was she felt the same way about me. Her sensual body language and cries of pleasure made it as clear as day to see.
I perched down to her lithe frame and took a nipple into my mouth. She tasted of pure woman, that's for sure. Though I was doing most of the work, her skin had the slight flavor of sweat. I roamed her subtle curves with my tongue, hopping from one hilly peak to another.
With my mouth, hands, and cock all active on and in her body, it was difficult not to overindulge. Friends and TV had led me to believe first times were supposed to be awkward, clumsy. This wasn't any of those. I was an expert when it came to anything Ashley. She felt so good, so right. There was nothing I could do wrong in bed. My motions came automatically, spurred only by the love I have for my sister.



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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Her fingers slowly drifted from my shoulders to my lower back, then lower to my buttocks. I pushed myself up onto my hands and bucked into her with renewed vigor.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, "you're really getting into this."
"Do you want me to slow down?"
Ashley encircled her legs around my waist. "You better not."
I slammed into her with a sharp thrust, pushing her up the bed. She cursed quietly as my tempo revved up. The first signs of release were coming at me full-throttle.
"Ashley, I'm almost there," I warned.
She moaned endlessly, her lips stuck in an "o". Her eyes closed shut as she held me tighter in her arms and legs, making it harder for me to pull back. It was as if she wanted me to finish inside of her. I didn't know if it was safe to or if she was aware of what I said, but I couldn't do it. Not unless I was absolutely positive she wanted me to.
I warned Ashley again of my imminent release. Her only reaction was to squeeze me tighter. My brain was telling me to stop before it was too late, my body was telling me to enjoy the ride. Just when I thought all the tough choices had been made, here was another thrown my way.
Ashley grinded herself against me, her pussy lips stretched around the base of my cock. The remarkable friction lit sparks between us, set her body off in a vivid tremor. Ashley pulled me onto my elbows, moaning into my ear as her body writhed and jerked beneath me. She rode her orgasm to a tremendous peak, one I would soon join her at. Her skin became flushed as waves of bliss coursed through her veins. The pleasurable effects were felt inside her narrowing pussy and along my shaft.
Watching Ashley shudder in ecstasy filled me with a monumental sense of pride. Sex felt fantastic. Knowing I satisfied my partner felt more so. That feeling was enough to have me one second away from release.
Her climax made her weak and I was able to free myself of her limbs in time to extract my member. With merely a couple of strokes, I spurted jets of thick sperm onto her navel. Two days without an orgasm had allowed me to store a large amount. It showed in how much of her pink skin from her belly to her breasts became covered in white. I waved my penis up and down, flicking the final drops onto her pussy lips. A little to my surprise, I didn't soften one bit.
Having calmed down from her orgasmic high, Ashley stared intently at the pool of semen on her skin. Her belly pulsed in tune with her heavy breaths, causing the thick fluid to stream down to her already-drenched pussy. She traced a forefinger from her slit to her stomach. "I almost forgot how much you cum." Licking her finger, she added, "And I almost forgot how good your cum tastes."
Unable to do anything but lay down, I settled onto a pillow beside my darling sister. "That was pretty fun."
"You can say that again." She paused to feed another dollop into her mouth. "So this is what I've been missing out on all these years."
Assuming she meant the sex and not my sperm, I kidded, "How do you think I feel? You just lost your virginity two years younger than I did."
Ashley snuggled against me. The cum on her stomach rubbed onto my side. "I thank you for waiting for me. It was worth it, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, it was. And if I could do it all over again, I wouldn't change a thing."
She got onto her knees and took off her low-hanging bra. "There is one thing I would have changed."
"What would that be?"
"I'll show you." Holding my cock, she lifted herself over my stomach, the tail of her robe curtaining my legs, and lowered her pussy onto the head.
I groaned as her warmth re-enveloped my shaft. "Maybe we should take a breather before we start again."
"You can take a breather. I'm ready for more."
Less than two minutes had passed since our orgasms and I was already inside of my sister again. I really did need a breather but I'd be a fool not to take advantage of her eagerness. She had shown me plenty of times how insatiable her sex drive was. Best thing to do in my situation was to lay back, enjoy, and thank the greater powers for bestowing me with such a passionate woman.
Ashley wasn't fully energized for what it took to bounce on my cock, and for a while she sat with her cushiony butt on my groin. Leaning forward with her hands on my chest, she looked down at where our bodies met. "The first cock in my pussy belongs to my brother," she passively whispered. "I'm on my brother's cock."
"Ash, are you okay?"
Her hazel eyes darted to my face. "Better than okay. I just need to hear myself confirm what's going on. You're my brother, Brian. You're my one and only brother."
"I have been since you were born."
She rose halfway up my penis, her weight focused on her hands. "Tell me you love me."
As I secured her waist in my hands, I exclaimed, "I love you, Ashley. I love you so, so much."
She dropped onto my lap, her pussy engulfing my entire girth. "Tell me it again. Tell me you love me until you don't love me anymore."
It was impossible for me to stop loving her. She knew it was, and that was why she knew I would never stop telling her. I echoed those three magical words over and over as she rose and fell on my lap. "I love you, sis. God, I love you so damn much. I've loved you since the day I became a brother, and every day I love you more and more."
"And I love you." Once was enough for her. Energized by my ardor, she moved vertically along my length, her pussy sliding with nary a hint of resistance.
I massaged her buttocks in my palms, moving my hands with her body as she hovered above my pole. Ashley had done an amazing job in meeting my thrusts when I was mounting her. Now that she was in the dominant position, she was able to show me what she could really do with a hot pussy. Each plunge caught me by surprise in how quickly, sensually, softly, or roughly she landed on me. I knew what to expect when I was the one handling the insertions, but with Ashley taking over that role, I could only absorb whatever mind-blowing pleasure her pussy gave me. By no means was that a complaint. She could use me for whatever sexual gratification she desired, so long as it felt even half as good as it felt then.
Ashley tired herself out after a long string of squats. Lying forward on my chest, she gripped on my shoulders while she rode me horizontally instead of vertically. Her pointy nipples scratched my pectorals as I pulled her up by the butt, helping her along my shaft. I would use any excuse to get my hands on her round tushie. Eyeing her slender neck so close to my lips, I tenderly kissed her peachy skin. Once or twice I tasted gold around her neck.
Ashley lifted herself up from my chest, just enough to flash a smile and press our mouths together. Her chute stopped sliding along my shaft as she reminded me how good of a kisser she was. There was plenty of passion in our lip-lock to keep it romantic, and a bit of sloppiness to make it extra exciting.
Taking over the role of giver, which is as good as receiver when it came to sex, I bounced my butt off the bed, drilling her fleshy tunnel. Ashley cooed exuberantly, happy that one of us remembered we were still connected through our genitals. I pumped my cock into her incredible pussy, screwing her like a horny teenage boy who just lost his virginity to the hottest girl to ever grace this planet.
Ashley muttered, "I think I'm ready to take over again."
I sure as heck wasn't. I wanted to keep the feel of her warm breasts against me while I slammed into her pussy. But, there was no rule that said I couldn't do the latter while she played cowgirl on top of me. Studying her pace, I tried to buck my hips to meet her downfalls. It wasn't long until I found a rhythm where we drifted away from each other simultaneously and crashed together with the momentum of both our bodies.
Ashley grabbed my hands from her butt and placed them over her nipples. I impulsively rolled the pink nubs around in my palms. It was a simple substitute for the lack of breasts against my chest.
"Your breasts are incredible, Ash. They're so high up your chest, like you're always proud and ready to show them off."
"I am proud of them. Soft. Perky. Symmetrical." She grinned at the last description. "It's not only the size that matters but how it looks and feels compared to everything else."
"Does that apply to me too?"
"Don't you worry, mister. You have the size, looks, and feel to drive any girl crazy."
I smiled coyly, losing focus of my thrusts. Lying still, I let Ashley continue to grind against my pelvis in all sorts of orgasm-inducing ways. She drooped her shoulders back, put her hands on my knees, and further jutted her tits out for my hands to grope. Her whimpers and gasps got higher pitched as one climax after another claimed her flushed body.
Instead of her orgasms exhausting her, they made her bounce atop me with more gusto. My bed and frame, much like Ashley's, were pretty resilient, but the frenzied speed at which she rode me caused the bed springs to squeak. Even the creaking metal frame sounded like it was taking a harsh pounding.
The noises of our sexual escapades incited me to squeeze her breasts. Ashley was taking me out on one bumpy ride and I needed something to hold onto. I brushed my thumbs over her pointy tips and mashed her orbs together, creating a dark valley of cleavage between them.
"Pinch my nipples," she panted heavily, "don't just play with them. Pinch them, twist them. You know you want to."
I clamped my thumbs and forefingers onto her eraser-sized stubs. With the way her body undulated on my cock, I didn't need to move my hands to stretch her nipples from her swells. I only had to hold onto them and listen to her squeal in delirious rapture.
This went on for the next ten heavenly minutes. I was blown away by all the things Ashley did to me. My favorite part had to be when she fully impaled herself and swiveled around my pole. The way I touched every inch of her pussy raised the pleasure to insurmountable heights. Legend has it there's a spot hidden within the vagina that is capable to turning a girl into a quivering pile of jello. My cock must have pushed that button countless times because her cum surged from her canal like she had an ocean's depth of it. Her orgasm had me on the brink of unleashing my torrent along with hers.
"I'm about to cum," I rasped.
She worked her hips up and down my column.
"Ash, did you hear me?" Her hair bounced over her face as she nodded. I closed my eyes, trying to hold the pressure long enough for her to climb off. "I'm going to cum inside of you if you don't stop."
"I know," she said softly. "That's why I'm not going to stop."
My eyes shot open. Her hair tickled my face as she leaned down. Her body and lips swamped me in warm affection, shutting off my feeble protest to have her rethink this. My sister had often submitted to her lust before, and had always been aware of what was happening. I subconsciously crossed my fingers and prayed she understood the consequence of what I was about to do.
"Here it comes," I groaned.
Ashley dropped onto my crotch, burying me completely inside of her. "Just let it go," she soothed, "there is nothing holding you back."
There was nothing that could hold me back; I was well beyond the point of no return. My cock throbbed prematurely as I discharged a heavy load into my sister, the first that ever entered her womb. I felt light-headed from the fantastic rush of release. It was the most powerful orgasm I ever had, and it happened while I was balls deep inside of my sister. And it was because I was inside of my sister that my orgasm was so powerful.
Ashley rotated her hips, milking me for any leftover drops. We were a sticky mess of carnal desires. Our bodies were glued together by the cum between us, our limbs wrapped around each other in an unrecognizable tangle. Her tongue probed my mouth through the rest of my orgasm. Ashley waited for my piston to run out of steam before climbing off. She pulled me to my side with her so her lips wouldn't stray from mine.
It was too late to ask but I felt I had to at least get out in the open. I parted from her kiss. "Ashley, were you sure you wanted me to cum inside of you?
"God yes," she nearly shouted. "I wanted you to the first time but I couldn't find my voice to tell you to leave it in. Now that I was on top, I wasn't going to let you pull out again."
"Aren't you worried about—"
"It's okay; I'm safe," she quickly replied. "You can cum inside me all you want."
My heart did flip-flops out of my chest. I didn't know what she meant by safe, but if she was sure about this, then so was I.
Ashley looked down at my member, which was finally showing signs of fatigue. It wilted against my thigh, slick and pasted with our combined fluids. She gave my cock a few shakes before wiping the tip with her thumb. It instantly pulsed to life. Though still a shell of its former hardened state, its thickness rapidly filled her hand.
"Making you hard is as easy as turning on a light switch."
"Flip the switch too much and the light bulb might burn out."
Ashley nodded understandingly and released my organ. "Okay, I could use a break too."
I wasn't in need of a break anymore. I just wanted time to play with her gorgeous body in that sexy gown of hers. It was something worn by high-paying lingerie models, not a teenager fresh out of high school, and it gave my sister an extra sense of provocative maturity.
I crawled over the layer of roses to her feet. Raising her left foot up to my chest, I bore my thumbs into her smooth heel. Her toes curled inward; her muscles tightened.
"Relax, Ashley. A break won't do you any good if you're this tense."
Her toes uncurled as my thumbs traveled up her sole. "Aren't we supposed to have the foreplay before we have sex?"
Doing things out of order had been a common practice for us. I hummed "mm-hmm" while lifting her foot up to eye level. Even the bottom of her foot looked sexy to me. I swept my tongue from base to top.
Ashley shuddered in ticklish glee. "Do that again."
I did, slower this time. She was giggling when I reached the middle of her foot, writhing when I reached the end of her toes. I trailed butterfly kisses back down to her heel.
"You're easier to turn on than I am," I teased. Ashley mumbled something I couldn't quite make out beneath her deep breath.
Surprisingly, the surface of her foot tasted a lot more pleasant than I would have expected after riding a bike. A little salty, a little earthy, but pleasant enough that, if Ashley wanted me to, I would unquestionably worship her feet rather than just worship at them.
As my tongue danced along her sole, I felt something push against my erection. I glanced down to see it pinned against my thigh by her other foot. I raised her foot up by the ankle and held both of her feet together. My goal was to play with Ashley, not the other way around, and I intended to carry through with it.
Opening wide, I sucked as many of her toes as I could fit into my mouth. The bright look on her face was priceless. She wore a toothy smile, exhilarated that I discovered a new spot to please her with. Her eyes, made sexier by the dark mascara and eye shadow, were transfixed on my tongue flittering over her toes.
I swapped from foot to foot, randomly sucking and licking at what I could get my mouth on. My sister's mirthful smile was enough encouragement to continue my idolatry. Her feet were getting drenched and I felt my warm saliva trickle down to where I was holding them. I popped her toes out of my mouth and languidly drew zigzags across the curvy surfaces with my slavering tongue.
The effect I had on her was substantial. Her head waved back and forth on her pillow and her toes curled tight enough to crack a walnut. She brought a hand to her pussy and rubbed her cum-glazed clit.
Stretching my left set of fingers out, I managed to support her thin ankles in one hand. I lowered my right hand to her butt and pushed my middle finger into her puckered anus.
Ashley groaned harshly, the triple stimulation on her pussy, ass, and feet an overload on her senses. I had planned to only massage her feet, but as with many things that happened that week, one thing quickly led to another. Now she had two more of her erogenous zones under assault.
I flicked my tongue over the tips of her toes and swirled my finger within her butt. When it came to satisfying my sister, multitasking was a very important skill to have. The straightforward and the ordinary weren't going to satisfy her the way she needed to be.
"This feels so good," she purred. "A girl could get used to this."
I wedged my ring finger into her butt right next to my middle with hardly any resistance. The difference in tightness—or I should I say looseness—compared to the first time she had two fingers inside her ass was palpable. "How about this?"
"It's good too," she faintly said, losing touch with reality.
"And this?" I slid my forefinger into her pussy.
Her spastic reaction answered the question for me. Her feet flailed out of my hand as her hips bucked to welcome my thrusts. The pink, flesh folds around my finger sucked me in as her sultry cries accompanied her quick orgasm. She rubbed her clit furiously, ushering greater pleasures, as I intensified the sensation by ramming my fingers through both holes.
Ashley took a long time to calm down after she gushed a cup full onto my hand. Some of my cum had also been squirted out from deep inside her. Its thick consistency contrasted noticeably with her clear, watery juices. Thinking she would like to taste our mingled cum, I lay at her side and brought my slick hand to her mouth. She licked at the creamy mixture.
Ashley must have thought it was proper etiquette to feed me in return, so she brought her slick hand to my mouth. Since she accepted my gesture, I couldn't refuse hers. I closed my mouth around her fingers. A combination of sweetness and saltiness tinged my taste buds.
"Everything we do together, we share," she stated.
My tongue traced each finger. "I can live with that." We alternated in licking each other's hands until they were clean of all but our saliva.
After that unique taste test I was rearing to go for another round. I squeezed my penis to confirm its hardness. On a scale of one through ten it was easily an eleven. But what should have been a break for Ashley had turned out to be an energy-draining climax. I was afraid any earnest activity would sap away the rest of her strength.
Deciding to resume the foreplay, I stroked her inner thigh, careful not to brush her over-sensitized clit. She placed a loving hand behind my neck, cosseting me closer. I zealously kissed her open lips.
"You are one good lover, Brian."
"I do try my best," I smiled. "Are you getting tired? We can do something less strenuous. Play checkers, eat rocky road ice cream, watch a porno."
"Maybe later. I think my pussy is good for one more. I know you are," she remarked in reference to my erection. "It looks a little sticky though."
"That's what happens when its covered in cum."
"It won't be sticky for much longer. Bring your big boy up here and let me take care of it."
Ashley already had her hand on it as I got onto my knees and moved beside her head. Gripping the base, she jerked my penis a couple times before licking the tip of the cum-droplet. "Mmm, it's been awhile since I had some straight from the tap." Her lips closed around the first couple inches as she stroked and sucked.
"Oh wow, that feels incredible," I mumbled, a pointless reminder of how much I adored her oral talents.
Ashley sucked on my rigid penis with long, soft moans. I groaned as her tongue massaged and fluttered around my shaft, reveling in the heated sensations only her mouth was capable of giving. She squeezed the base harder, coaxing more of the cum that was pooling onto her tongue. The taste of her pussy juices on my cock heightened her enjoyment of giving oral, as evidenced by her content moans, dreamy expression, and inability to keep her hand off her clit.
Ashley propped herself onto her side, making it easier to take me into her mouth. Her head rolled side to side as she gently caressed my cock with her lips and tongue. The head bumped against the roof and sides of her mouth before finding its way into her throat. I lurched forward, desiring to fill a hole, any hole, with my cock. Her hand on my shaft prevented me from delving completely into her throat.
I caught her eyes staring up at me, telling me I could fuck another hole in just a little bit. For now, she wanted to taste everything that had been inside of her pussy. I settled with a hands-off approach, keeping mine behind my back.
Depending on whose hands were being restricted, Ashley knew that approach wasn't always the best for giving blowjobs. She stopped rubbing her clit to fondle my balls. Her other hand was still jerking my shaft, and combined with her mouth, I may not have the chance to fuck another hole if this went on for much longer.
As a girl who loves to have a pulsing dick ooze a bottomless supply of semen into her mouth, Ashley showed no mercy on me and my "big boy." She polished my cock and sucked on it like a possessed nymphomaniac. She slurped up my creamy delicacy and made sloppy squishing noises as she stroked me closer to climax.
My sister, bless her soul, wasn't as merciless as I originally thought. She quickly released my cock before I could shoot off into her mouth.
"Don't want this is to be over just yet," she said, having read my pained expression. "Help me up."
I held her wet hands and pulled her upright. Curiously, I watched her grab my pillows and stack them atop one another, three in total.
Ashley had big plans for us as usual. She kept her back to me as she slipped the fur collar from her shoulders. Defying gravity's will, she manually lowered the extravagant robe, reducing it into a pile of silk at her rear. My sister was completely bare as she lay forward on the feathery tower, her butt in the air and her legs slightly apart. Long, hard objects such as my cock had easy entrance into her pussy, which was staining the topmost pillow with the remnants of our mixed cum.
Ashley looked over her shoulder at me. "Come on, Brian. Make love to me, fast and hard."
"Make love" and "fast and hard" didn't quite seem to fit together, but I wasn't going to argue semantics when there's a pussy waiting to be filled. I knee-walked up to my sister from behind and lined myself with her pink hole. She whimpered when I opted to rub the head against her nether lips.
"Don't tease me," she pleaded. "Put it in. I want it, you want it. Make us both happy and just do it. Do me, big brother. Make love to your little sister's pussy."
Her oral talents weren't limited to what she could do with her tongue. Vocally Ashley was somehow able to make her plea sound both romantic and dirty, though my definition of romantic had surely been twisted out of the norm.
Keeping the head of my cock in her narrow slit, I reached over the pillows and cupped her soft breasts. I squeezed and fondled and lightly pinched her excited nipples. The round tip of my cock pulsated, threatening my sister with the act of penetration. Her body shuddered in anticipation, wanting to feel me inside of her and satisfy her needs. Her nectar flowed freely, coating her hot cavity with slick warmth. Despite having had me enter her twice already, the thrill of sex had yet to diminish. Just as her body needed me most, I slowly pressed forward, stretching her opening apart.
"I'll never get tired of this feeling," Ashley delighted.
Neither would I. Her canal was still as tight as it was two thorough lovemakings ago. I advanced slowly into her seething center. Her walls yielded and conformed to my size. Her pussy opened and spread around my cock as it went in further. Her wetness and my deeply-shot cum eased my penetration. There was no denying the immense luxury of her pussy as it moved against my sensitive head, which swelled larger in response.
"Ohhh yes," she groaned, reclining onto her elbows. "That feels so good. Is it okay for a girl to like it this way the most?"
I paused with my steel member fully in her amazing pussy. "I like it this way a lot too. Do you want me to go faster?"
Ashley turned her head to me. "Uh-huh. Okay."
My cock throbbed against her pulsing walls. I retreated slightly and quickly shoved forward, almost knocking Ashley off her skyscraper of pillows. I pulled her back to me with my hands as my hips pushed against her body. We stared into one another's eyes, connected in more ways than one. I leaned over her body, my hands flat on the bed by her elbows. The pillows squashed under our weight as I vehemently tongue-kissed my baby sister. One of her legs involuntarily curled up and kicked me from behind.
She smiled warmly at me. "Oops, twitch reaction."
I smiled back as I repositioned myself upright, and withdrew my cock until only the tip remained inside. In one long stroke I speared her with my entire length. I shoved in as far as humanly possible, stretching the flesh that covered my shaft. We both groaned in unison at the pleasure rippling through our bodies. Her essence oozed from her pussy, coating my cock and the supportive cushions beneath her.
Ashley fell into rhythm with my consistent pumping motion. Her hips thrust back against me as I sawed in and out of her pussy. Her eyes fluttered from the intense waves cascading through her. The excitement between us rocketed to the stars as her aching pussy was filled and refilled with cock, faster as the minutes passed. Tiny beads of perspiration glistened on her skin.
A climax approached her quickly. Her body sought release and I did what I could to trigger it. My hard insertions drove her down into the mattress. My balls swung like pendulums against her pussy. She grasped the bed sheet tightly, pulling it from its corners. Bones and veins bulged from the back of her hand. The closer she got, the faster I went. Her groans grew louder until she finally reached her zenith.
Her body quivered and then tautened. Ashley writhed in wonderful bliss as her wavering voice announced a needed orgasm. She shuddered in uncontrollable spasms, the ecstasy too great to keep subdued. Air was taken from her lungs. She gasped frantically for a chance to breathe. Her juices surged past my invading cock and wetted everything around her pussy.
I waited for her shimmering body to quiet before resuming my rhythmic motions. I worked my erect cock through her snug tunnel, grunting as she slowly returned my thrusts. Her pussy was flooded with bodily fluids produced from hours of sex. More was on the way as my seed rapidly filled my balls. I grunted louder, fusing my animalistic passion with her groans. The sounds of our intercourse couldn't overtake our voices.
My sperm rose more urgently through my shaft the faster I slammed into her. Her slick, hot pussy embraced me lovingly, the ideal companion to my engorged manhood. I fought to hold myself back. I wanted to treat my sister to another climax, have our bodies give in to each other together. More than anything I wanted her to know I would always be with her.
Ashley's golden hair bounced and covered the left side of her face. She hid her right cheek in the blanket of roses, her rear elevated like a mountain peak in comparison. The position allowed me to plunge swiftly, allowed her to be filled completely. Her eyes closed but her moans endured.
"I love you," I whispered softly.
She struggled to whisper back. "I love you too."
Her frame quivered vividly. The walls of her tunnel tightened and vibrated around my quickening cock. Her orgasm triggered mine, and as she relished the ecstasy running through her, my seed shot forth. I shuddered in euphoria as my cock pumped her pussy full of sperm. Our cum surged in opposite directions, mine delivered deep into her body, hers squirted outward.
Midway through release my hips stopped moving. I fell forward onto my sister, holding her securely in my arms as the last of my cum transferred into her body. Her lips found mine and we kissed with longing affection. I shifted slightly to my side as to not pin her down, but lost my balance atop the pillows. My weakened cock slipped out of her pussy. Ashley moaned at the sudden emptiness.
Air was hard for either of us to get enough of. We were both panting in delight and exhaustion from our incredible coupling and the satisfaction that came with our orgasms. I sucked on her lips and tongue, oblivious to everything but my beautiful sister.
"That was amazing," Ashley quietly said. "I never dreamt of losing my virginity like this."
I brushed the hair away from her hazel eyes. "How many times did you cum?"
"I don't have enough fingers and toes to count them all with."
"What if I let you borrow my mine?"
"Still won't be enough," she giggled.
I kissed her again. "Do we keep going?"
Ashley thought about it for a moment. "After mom and dad get home. I don't want to be in the middle of another round when they come a-knockin'."
The smart idea earned her another kiss.
She cradled her head in her arms. "Go ahead and get dressed. I'll catch up with you in a bit."
I tentatively got up from her side. The candles had long since died out and the only remaining light sources came from my lamp and the moon outside my window. The air was muggy with the smell of sex, and summer or not, my room was the hottest it had ever been.




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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