Oh….Ashley

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Oh….Ashley
Originally Written By:ShiggyMoto



Update-1


Chapter 1: Love


"Jeez, Ash. That's incredible. Where'd you learn to do something like that?"
I looked over at my little sister, Ashley, as I lay on her bed. Awaiting her response, my drifting eyes were treated to the captivating view of her left breast firmly protruding from a tight orange tee. She was sitting upright with her slender legs crossed, her chest at the perfect height for my gaze. I heard a small giggle.
"I like to keep a few tricks up my sleeve," she said playfully. "Can't let you have your way with everything, right?"
My feeble mind could barely grasp her answer. The lovely picture in front of me was too mesmerizing to ignore. Her breathing was calm and steady, yet the gentle expanding and contracting of her breasts were hypnotic. The tantalizing aroma of strawberry lotion on her arms compelled me further.
"Brian, hurry up. Pick someone already," she hollered.
I snapped out of my trance, "Uh, yeah. Sorry 'bout that. Give me a sec." I turned my attention back to the TV screen and chose the first character my cursor was highlighting.
"Yoshi? Since when were you any good with him?"
"Hey, you're not the only one with a few tricks up their sleeve. The lil' green dinosaur could've been my best character all along." I knew next to nothing about its attacks. "Looks aren't everything. Behind that cute face is a tail made for smashing."
Ashley giggled again. "Say whatever you want. Just don't run away with your tail between your legs when I start beating the crap out of you."
The next two minutes were a slaughter-fest as Super Mario's trusty steed got knocked around silly. Even if I wanted to run, I couldn't outdo my younger sister's faster reflexes. My controller might as well have been unplugged. Her swift fingers performed with flawless execution, refusing me the slightest chance of escaping her deadly attacks. I dropped my controller in defeat for the fifth time in a row.
It was another bland summer night in the Stafford family household. Ashley and I were lounging in our pajamas, playing a few video games on her indigo game system. I had on a white cotton T-shirt with matching cotton shorts; she was wearing a bright top with colorful hiphuggers.
For the past couple of months, it had been a ritual for the two of us to spend the night after dinner in her room together. Rarely did we ever have plans to go out because, quite frankly, there weren't many places to go. We had a theater, a shopping mall, a quirky cyber-cafe, and a few other hangout spots, but it was very easy to visit them all within a week and be done with for a while. There were an abundance of restaurants and fast food joints, however, so there's always someplace nearby for good eats when we did decide to leave the house.
I was sure some people would find it annoying if their Friday nights consisted of nothing but games and TV, especially if your only company was your eighteen year-old sister. And who knows, maybe I should've felt the same way. That's not to say Ashley and I didn't get along. It's the opposite, really. My sister and I were the best of friends and we share almost everything with each other.
Ashley had just graduated from high school and I had just finished my second year of college. I guess the normal thing to do would've been to call my buddies and paint the town red--whatever that meant. Unfortunately, planning a night out when they're scattered across the globe wasn't exactly easy. One was touring Europe; another was attending summer classes on the other side of the country; a third was leading an expedition to the North Pole.... Maybe that last one wasn't entirely true but you get the idea. The circumstances were a bit depressing--for me, anyway--and we did our best to keep in touch through e-mails, instant messages, and World of Warcraft.
But I didn't mind staying at home with Ashley. How could I when the girl sitting next to me had the most magnificent face I've had the honor of laying eyes upon? It's like staring at a cover of Cosmopolitan or GL, or one of those other glamour magazines. Her features were perfect in every way: pearly white teeth, full lips, dainty nose, gorgeous hazel eyes, and not a single blemish on her skin. The feature I idolized most about my amiable sibling is her golden hair, so bright it could blind every worshipper at her feet.
I had found it difficult to believe we're brother and sister. I wasn't nearly as blessed as her when it came to appearance. Besides sharing each other's eyes, we didn't have a whole lot physically in common. My fluffy hair was dirtier, like a mix of brunet and blond. Her body was lean and shapely. Mine... not so much. Acne had dotted my pale skin, stubble had aged my chin, and my right pinky toe was bigger than my left. This wasn't to mean I was hard on the eyes. Every girl I had previously dated would tell me I'm cute, though never handsome. Then again, I suppose it was better than nothing.
"So what do you want to do now," Ashley asked, breaking me out of my daze once more. She leaned forward and crawled off the bed, her ripe bum in full view. The baby blue and lime green hiphuggers she wore accentuated her curves wonderfully, clinging to her thighs as if it were a second skin. Each of her round cheeks swung side-to-side marvelously as her knees glided across the silk blanket. When she stood up, the top of her butt became slightly exposed. My sister did a sexy little shimmy as her nimble pinkies lifted the underwear, causing her dazzling blonde ponytail to sway gently.
Ashley repeated her question little louder. "Brother, what do you want to do now?" She turned off the game system with her back still facing me, her incredible butt teasing--begging--me to grab them. Who knew eye candy could be so delicious.
Ten seconds must've passed before I finally spoke. Well, more like stammered. "I-I'm starting to feel a little tired, Sis. I think I'm going to go to my room and do some reading." I didn't want to be alone away from her, but I thought it'd be best to give her some privacy after having spent the past four hours together. I also needed some privacy of my own to furiously beat off, but I couldn't tell her that.
My feet were almost on the floor when I felt the bed bounce beneath me. I looked over my shoulder to see Ashley sprawled on her stomach.
"Oh c'mon, that's no fun. It's only eleven-thirty." My sister effortlessly pushed herself up and over onto her back. She raised her arms high above her head, arching her back as she stretched. It didn't take long for my eyes to focus on the petite mounds straining the fabric of her shirt. I sensed my cheeks turning red and I averted my eyes to hers, only to find them closed shut. She looked so heavenly and beautiful.
"Let's watch a movie," she mumbled, her lips parting just enough to make me wonder what it'd be like to taste her mouth.
I took a deep breath to compose myself, "We already watched one right after dinner, and I'm sure we've gone through your whole DVD collection at least twice already this summer."
This was no easy feat by any means since Ashley's a big movie aficionado, and although I was exaggerating, it's true I had watched all her movies at least twice at one time or another.
I was still staring at my sister's eyelids when she finally opened them. Her eyes locked onto mine like magnets. She lowered her arms, propping herself on her elbows. Never looking away, she cocked her head and pouted her lips.
I knew what was coming. I had seen it too many times before, and Ashley had no doubt in her mind it wouldn't work again. Batting her eyelashes, she asked in the sweetest high-pitched voice she could muster, "Big bwother, will you pweeze watch another movie with your baby sister? Pwetty pwetty please?"
Less than a minute later, Ashley's dimly lit room was illuminated with the green Lucas Films logo. I lay powerless on her bed, helpless to deny the sad-puppy-dog look that let her get everything and away with anything. I didn't mind the look that time. Knowing she wanted me with her was all the motivation I needed to fluff up another pillow.
My sis wasn't a big fan of Star Wars, but she knew I was. She had chosen the movie specifically for me, and even though I could recite the entire trilogy in my sleep, I loved watching her...
The next half hour went by peacefully as Ashley didn't peep a single word. My eyes were dozing off, but each periodic glance in her direction kept me awake awhile longer. She was sitting against the bed's backboard with a hefty layer of pillows in between, her far knee pulled up to her chest. I couldn't tell if she was actually watching the movie or merely pretending to, but she was staring at the screen unflinchingly, her body perfectly steady for me to admire.
I'm not sure how or when, but I eventually fell asleep.
"Bry? Brian?"
My sister's soothing voice woke me up from my light slumber.
With a small moan, I peeled my eyelids open. "What is it, Ash? The movie over?" As my eyes readjusted to the light, I found golden bangs cascading inches above my face.
Ashley was leaning over me on her hands, her right arm stretched beyond my chest. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. It's been so long since I've seen you fallen asleep."
I glimpsed at the screen to see the credits rolling, almost bumping heads with her. "It's ok. Guess now would be a good time to head for my room, huh?"
"You don't have to go. You can stay here for the night, I don't mind. It'd be... nice."
Maybe my brain was playing tricks on me, but it almost sounded as if she was enticing me to stay. Surely she didn't mean what I thought she did. It had been years since we slept together in the same bed, let alone the same room. Before I could say another word, she brought her right palm to my left cheek and covered my lips with her thumb. I became putty in her hands.
"How about I give you a massage?" Ashley flashed me a breathtaking smile. "It seems like you can use one."
I dumbly nodded my head in agreement, uncertain if she was really serious about her offer. Our nightly activities had been, for the most part, hands-off, and giving me a massage would be a huge leap in intimacy.
Ashley pushed herself away me and nudged my ribs. I dully spun onto my chest and crossed my arms beneath the pillow to cradle my head.
"So, Big Bro, how rough do you want me to be?"
My ears perked. "What did you, uh, just say?"
Ashley tossed her head back and let out an infectious laugh. I couldn't stop myself from doing the same, albeit much quieter. "Well, lemme try it this way, mister."
I felt Ashley's creamy legs straddle my lower back as she squatted onto me. Her fingers settled a little higher, sending a shiver up my spine. I was expecting a simple shoulder rub, but the tender flesh and fingers crawling along my muscles spoiled me from desiring anything less.
Each of her graceful strokes filled my body with delight. Pressure was evenly applied through all of her fingers, ensuring every part of me felt her. The caress, soft and gradual, seemed as if it would never end. I closed my eyes and moaned my satisfaction. "Wow, Sis, you feel wonderful."
"I feel wonderful? I thought I was the one who's supposed to make you feel good."
It took me awhile to realize what I had said. "Har har," I sarcastically smirked, "you know what I mean. How did you get so good at this?"
"At what? Giving a massage?" I nodded against the cushion. "Not sure. I'm just doing what feels right. It's not exactly rocket science."
"Is there anything you're not a natural at?"
"If there is, I haven't found it yet."
The room fell silent as Ashley's hands rubbed from my back to my shoulders, then to my neck before going in reverse. Her groin grazed up and down my body, and I wondered if it was an intentional part of the massage. It didn't feel like any rub I was familiar with, but it wasn't like I received enough to be any wiser.
"You're getting pretty buff. Have any girls told you that?"
"No. And what are you talking about? I'm the farthest from 'buff' a guy can get." I tend to think of myself as a pretty scrawny person who does really light workouts. The few muscles I do have are well toned, but nothing I reckon as impressive. Still, my ego received a nice boost, even if I didn't fully believe her.
Ashley sighed. "You should have more confidence in yourself. You're smart, funny, cute." My neck shuddered when I heard that last word. "Aww, don't like it when I give you compliments?"
"No, that's not it. It's just all my dates have said the same thing. They think I'm 'cute' and they just want to be friends."
She giggled lightly. "Hey, most guys will be happy with cute. There's a ton of things I can call you that are way worse."
"Oh yeah? What would you call me?"
"Let's see. You're clumsy, dorky, nerdy-"
"'Dorky' and 'nerdy' count as one. They're like the same word."
"Ok, fine. But you get the picture, right?"
"Yeah, I guess. Doesn't mean I have to like it."
Ashley stopped with her hands on my shoulders. A few loose strands of hair tickled my neck. She whispered into my left ear, "Cheer up, Tiger, I think you're handsome."
No words could describe the tingly sensation flowing through me. Not from being called handsome for my first time, which I purely attributed to our close sibling bond, but for the tone in which she said my childhood pet name. When we were kids, Ashley dubbed me Tigger from Winnie the Pooh, and as we got older, she changed it to Tiger, probably as to not embarrass me in front of my friends. This persisted into my junior year of high school, though I never noticed she stopped saying it until that night.
The massage continued awhile longer as Ashley's lithe hands worked their magic on my muscles, tracing the simple contours of my body. Her legs slowly spread further apart, placing more of her weight on me. I discerned a suspicious wetness on my lower back but curiously shrugged it off as sweat. The humid summer air and warmth emanating from her thighs caused my shirt to stick to my skin. As her palms pushed into my muscles, I could hear her breathing heighten and a whimper too soft to make out.
"Ash, are you all right?"
"Ye-yeah, I'm ok," she weakly gasped, her movements slowing down. "It's... I'm getting very, very hot."
She wasn't the only one getting hot. Ashley's hands strayed to my upper arms, shocking my biceps with her touch. As I clenched my fists beneath the pillow, her hands moved lower to my elbows, rubbing in small circles. She stroked the length of my arms with the back of her fingernails. Despite her passive pace, the massage didn't lose any of its sensual stimulation.
Ashley slipped her thumbs into the sleeves of my shirt. Caressing upwards, she raised them to my shoulders, revealing more of my pale complexion. An inaudible moan escaped her mouth.
The contact was astonishing. None of my previous girlfriends had done anything as carnal as this. The most another girl had ever done for me was kiss my cheek or hold my hand as I walked her to her door. But this massage, this fondling, was full of intensity. What I was experiencing could only exist when two people shared a strong passion for each other. I had longed for Ashley for years before she became the saintly angel she was then. I could never had envisioned this happening.
I caught myself trying to say something. I didn't know what I intended to tell her. Maybe I wanted to let her know how I was feeling. Maybe I wanted to know how she was feeling. I could only whisper her name before she quieted me with a feeble cry.
Ashley had always been upbeat and brimming with energy. She's the sun that makes my world go round, and the rainbow after my darkest moments. Her enraptured tone, however, was one that would forever stir my fantasies. None of the sultry sounds spilling from her mouth came out as words, but her ragged breaths made it clear what she was saying.
Before I could advise my cherished sister to lie down, the grip on my shoulder became rigid. Ashley's breathing picked up as she forced her loins onto me. I held my own breath, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. She began to grind herself upward along my back, pushing my shirt off me. Her sweat mingled with mine as her thighs finally made contact with my skin. She slid her crotch halfway up my back before sliding back down. An increasing wetness seeped through her underwear, soaking into me. Her body was scorching and I knew it wasn't just her sweat I was feeling. I desperately needed to see her expression, but I was afraid that showing my face would break whatever spell she was under.
Ashley let go of my right shoulder, moving her other hand to my neck to balance herself. She clasped my neck roughly, choking me from behind. My heart throbbed harder and harder and my fully erect cock followed suit. Her head dipped down, gasps loud and clear, coating my neck in her hot breaths.
"Oh god, oh god," Ashley panted. Her moans, coupled with the sultriness in her voice, were making me extremely excited. I drew images of my little sister, the girl I would do anything to protect, pinned by her wrists to the bed as I licked and kissed every inch of her body. I wanted her so badly.
Then I felt it: Ashley's knuckle digging into my lower back. But it wasn't her bare hand on my skin. It was the shape of her fist with a thin cotton film between us, rubbing furiously against my spine. I didn't need to question what she was doing. My sister was fingering herself right on top of me.
Ashley's moaning escalated. "Ah, oh fuck."
It was the first time I heard her swear. I'm no stranger to dirty talk in my adult videos, but hearing it from my sister, even if it is just one word, seemed surreal.
"Ashley-"
"Shhh, quiet," she pleaded.
All I could do was silently lie in my baby sister's bed, picturing this vixen masturbating herself to a violent orgasm. My cock had never felt as hard as it did that night. The slightest jerk would've been enough to make me spew a month's worth of cum.
Time froze to a standstill as I awaited Ashley's climax. A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions stormed my head. "Is this really my sister who's pleasuring herself on top of me? The same adorable sister I've loved ever since she was born, whose cuts and booboos I've kissed during grade school? This couldn't be the same innocent young girl I've picked up from high school for the past two years. Where did her sudden burst of lechery come from? This feels amazing, but should I stop it? Or should I hope for something more..."
I couldn't finish the thought when Ashley removed her hands from my neck and her thighs. I feared something went wrong, that the massage would come to an abrupt end since I didn't feel the effects of the powerful orgasm she sought.
My worry was quickly cast aside when I felt her other hand, the one that had been inside of her, grasp my neck. Her slick juices dripped from her soaked fingers onto my skin. The musky smell invaded my lungs. She resumed grinding into my back with a new hand inside of her.
I didn't know how much more I could take. The immense heat was making me dizzy. My breathing rhythm had been utterly disrupted. I opened my mouth to inhale as deeply as I could. Ashley saw what I was doing and took the opportunity to slide two of her fingers past my lips. A trail of her juices on my cheek was left behind.
"Suck on me, taste me," she rasped.
I could hardly believe the request, despite the bizarre situation we were already in. Regardless, I was more than happy to oblige by trapping her fingers in my mouth. My tongue lapped hungrily at the forbidden nectar until all I could taste was her skin. Maybe it was because this was my first time, but I thought it was the sweetest honey. I couldn't get enough of it.
Thankfully I didn't need to wait long for another sample. Ashley's remaining fingers tapped my chin, and I took the cue to open wide. Instead of swapping her fingers in my mouth, she jammed all four inside. If I hadn't been lying on my hard-on, it would've ripped a hole right through my shorts. My sister was using me for her own pleasure, fortifying my lust for her. I closed my jaw, devouring her sweetness once again.
"Oooh, keep sucking. Do you.... How's the taste?"
Unsure if I should answer, having been hushed a moment ago, I merely nodded my approval.
"Fuck, I can't believe I'm... doing this with you. I love you so much. Mmm, I'm gonna cum. Cum... oooh."
Hearing my sister say cum (twice!) sent me completely over the edge. Although she was announcing the arrival of her climax, her words spurred me to join her in release. My cock spurted its suppressed load. The length of it pulsated against my left leg, undoubtedly leaving a huge stain on my boxers.
Ashley shook in the throes of her own orgasm. Vibrations rippled throughout her entire body and onto me. Her trembling thighs, so, so hot, inflamed me with a passion so strong, it could only be satiated by embracing her in my arms until we melted together, incapable of ever letting go. As her knees squeezed into my ribcage and her hand tightened around my jaw, she yelped one last time, "Ah fuck." I prayed our parents couldn't hear her through the wall.
The grip on my mouth loosened as Ashley collapsed on top of me, her head drifting behind mine onto the pillow. The elegant softness of her breasts warmed my torso. Her firm nipples poked me delicately.
"Ash? Ashley?"
I received no answer--only her small breaths on my neck. My cramped arms, hidden beneath the pillow, came to life and plucked her hand from my mouth. A long string of saliva bridged her fingertips and my lips.
I tried lifting my head up but failed to find the strength. Ashley's remarkably round and pliant breasts rested snugly on my back. I stayed on my chest to savor the feeling of being enveloped in a woman's ardor. Alas, I knew I needed to depart eventually. What happened might've been a mistake.
Could Ashley have thought I was someone else? She didn't say my name when it became clear what she was doing, did she? Although, she did say she loved me. Who else was there in her life she could love enough to do this with? She didn't have a boyfriend I was aware of. Maybe she just got lost in a heated fantasy with the latest big name celebrity.
It was the most confusing minute of my life.
Rolling Ashley off me was torturous. My body felt drained. When I finally got her onto her back, I stood beside the bed, marveling at my sister one last time for the evening. Her left hand was nestled between her legs and her ponytail had become untied, leaving tendrils of blonde hair splayed over the silk sheets. I tiptoed to the other side of the bed and gently cupped her head. I placed a pillow beneath her, sifting through her hair a few times in the process. She let out a soft moan as her fingers twitched inside of her underwear. I knelt down to pull her hand out, taking a brief whiff of her fluids straight from the source. Even under the lack of light, her fingers shone like a beacon. Unable to spot a tissue box anywhere in the room to clean her with, I thought of the next logical thing: use my mouth. I lifted her hand an inch before stopping myself. No, I couldn't take advantage of her while she was sleeping. Instead, I removed my shirt and wiped both of her hands with it.
Content my dear sister was clean, minus the soaked underwear, I flipped off the last source of light by her bed and exited her room. Mine is next to hers, but my weary legs made the ten feet walk seem like a mile. The cum gluing my boxers to my skin wasn't exactly comfortable either.
I crashed face first into my pillow. Opening the bottom drawer by my bed, I grabbed a pair of boxers and changed into them. I twisted off the cap to a half-empty water bottle and poured the remaining water onto my shirt, using it to wipe my neck and face. Less than an hour ago, I had barely been able to keep my eyes open. Now I couldn't even blink. I didn't know what would happen the following morning, but I was positive what Ashley and I had done was real.
My digital clock read 2:28. I glanced at it every other minute until I fell asleep. Last I recalled, it read 4:11.


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Oh….Ashley


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Now I couldn't even blink. I didn't know what would happen the following morning, but I was positive what Ashley and I had done was real.
My digital clock read 2:28. I glanced at it every other minute until I fell asleep. Last I recalled, it read 4:11.

Next

I have no idea how many rings it took my alarm to wake me up. Through squinting eyes, I was barely able to make out the time on my clock; it read twelve past nine. Nine o'clock isn't what people would consider an early bird time, but when it's summer and you have no responsibilities, it's pretty damn early. The only reason I had the alarm set was because every previous summer, I would wake up late in the afternoon and it always threw off my sleeping pattern for when school started again. Putting on a fresh pair of shorts, I cursed myself for not waiting another year to start my summer resolution.
I inspected myself in front of my full-length mirror. "Hmm, maybe I am getting a little buff." I did some muscle-builder flexes before feeling sapped of all my energy. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I put on a faded red shirt and searched for my slippers.
Ashley's room. I left them in Ashley's room.
My mind reminisced the events of the previous night. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the thought of it. I wanted nothing more than to leave the moment alone to my memories. Unfortunately, life wasn't always that easy. I didn't know I should say or do when we inevitably saw each other that morning.
A yell from the other side of my door derailed my train of thought. "Brian, hurry up and come downstairs. Mom made breakfast."
"Y-yeah, I'll be down soon, Nikky. I still need to use the bathroom."
"Ok, but Ashley is in there."
Have I mentioned I also had a twelve year-old younger sister? Nicole's a near-perfect mirror image of Ashley when Ashley was her age. The major difference was, when Ashley turned twelve, I found her very pretty. With Nicole, she was solely my cute and bratty little sister.
Opening the door, I encountered Nicole standing in my way. "Good morning. Is there-"
"I heard you coming out of Ashley's room last night. What were you two doing so late?"
I nearly slipped my hand on the doorknob. Nicole was the last person I expected to question me about what had happened in Ashley's room. Her room was across the hallway from mine, not the other side of Ashley's wall. If anyone was going to hint at what had happened between Ashley and me, I assumed it would be our parents, not my other younger sibling. "Umm, nothing. I wasn't in her room actually. I, uh, went to the kitchen in the middle of the night for a glass of water."
"Hmm, okay. C'mon, mom's waiting for us." Nicole grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the hallway. I wondered if I could've told her I was abducted by aliens and received the same reaction.
We strolled by the bathroom and I could hear the shower running. "But I still need to use the-"
"Like I said, Ashley is still in there. Come eat until she's done. And why are you walking so slow?"


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Nicole grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the hallway. I wondered if I could've told her I was abducted by aliens and received the same reaction.
We strolled by the bathroom and I could hear the shower running. "But I still need to use the-"
"Like I said, Ashley is still in there. Come eat until she's done. And why are you walking so slow?"

Next:-

"Morning, sweetie. Hope you enjoy your breakfast. I made you waffles."
"Wow, thanks, mom. This looks great." In front of me on the dining room table towered a stack of three waffles deluged under a gallon of syrup, a side of peppered scrambled eggs, two strips of bubbling bacon, a bowl of Frosted Flakes, and a thick glass of cold orange juice.
My mom, Helena, was pacing through the kitchen, wiping the counter clean of the monstrous mess she had left behind. It's a wonder how she didn't get any food on her blue blouse and denim jeans. Her forty-second birthday had passed a month prior, but she lived and dressed better than girls half her age. "What are you waiting for? Dig in."
And dig in I did. I was exhausted from last night's massage (isn't a massage supposed to make you feel the opposite?) and willing to eat anything laid forth before me. As I took my first bite, I caught wind of another set of plates across the table from me. "Hey mom, where's dad?"
"Oh who knows. Richard wakes up so early somedays I just can't keep up with him."
Nicole, watching her Saturday morning cartoons, yelled from the living room, "Mo-om, can I go to Brenda's house right after breakfast?"
"Sure, honey! But please don't yell across rooms!"
"Mo-om, you're yelling too!"
I had to cover my mouth to hold in my chuckle. After all, I didn't want to spit out any of my delicious meal. There never seemed to be a quiet Saturday morning in our house.
"Mom, are you helping Aunt Kim at her shop today?" My aunt owns a flower store and every weekend my mom likes to drop by and help out. It's sort of their version of a book club.
"Yeah, I am. She's got a lot stuff that needs to be done by tomorrow. Will you and Ashley be fine home alone? I didn't have time to go to the market this week so there won't be anything for lunch except for canned soup."
"It's all right, mom. With a breakfast this big, I think I'll be full till dinner. I'll drive out and buy Ash something if she's hungry."
"Thanks, sweetie, I can always count on you. You don't mind doing the dishes too, right?" Mom gave me a bright smile while batting her eyelashes.
"Um, yeah. Sure." At least I discovered whom Ashley had learned that look from. Mom gave me a peck on the forehead before walking off.
Seconds later, I heard a pair of voices from the hallway.
"Hi, good morning, Ashley. I made you breakfast this morning. Your plate is near your brother's."
"Ok, thanks, mom."
The butterflies drowning in my breakfast emerged when I heard Ashley's voice. It wouldn't be much longer now. How would she react when she saw me? Would she be angry? Disgusted? What if she never wanted to see me again?
With Nicole in the living room, I prayed we didn't need to talk about it right away. Yet as nervous as I was feeling, I still wanted to see Ashley fresh from her shower. My chair was facing away from the hallway, so like a certain feline pet name, I jumped out of my seat and dashed to the other side of the table, plate and cup in hand.
"Hi Big Sis. want to watch some cartoons with me?" I heard Nicole ask.
"Yeah, sure. Let me grab my plate and... Brian, good morning."
"Go-good morning." An entire strip of crispy bacon got lodged in my throat as Ashley made her grand entrance. Well, not "grand" per se. She turned around the corner as casually as she did every other morning, though her stunning beauty never ceases to amaze me. Whereas my hair was still scraggly, hers was tied with a flower in a ponytail to her right, resting over her shoulder. I reeked of sweat, but she smelled of peaches and everything nice. My clothes were loose and faded, yet her pink shirt and matching shorts were radiant and fit her to a tee. It was another one of those occasions that made me wonder how we could ever be related.
Ashley gave me a timid smile as she pulled out a chair next to me.
"Aren't you going to eat with Nicole?" I asked in a less than cheerful tone and gravely regretted opening my mouth.
"I think I'll eat here for a little bit. I didn't realize just how much food mom cooked. I don't want to trip and drop this huge plate on the way to the couch." She smiled again as if sensing my tension. I was grateful she knew I didn't mean to distance her.
I glanced at Ashley between bites, trying my hardest to avoid looking her straight in the eye. I didn't do a very good job of it, however, and she caught me at every stare. Accepting the pointlessness of it, I bowed my head lower to my plate, but not without one final look at her blushing cheeks. I wasn't able to discern any real clues as to what she may have been thinking about. She was the same girl I had ate breakfast with every other Saturday morning.
Our mom's voice broke the silence. "Kids, is something wrong? Where's all the noise and clamoring I'm so used to these days?"
Ashley merrily replied, "Everything's great, mom. We're just trying to enjoy your excellent cooking."
Mom dubiously raised an eyebrow. "Right, okay." She grabbed her purse and keys from the table. "Now, you two behave yourselves. I'm off to your aunt's shop for a few hours and I'm dropping Nicole at her friend's house. I told your brother already I didn't buy the groceries this week so there's nothing in the fridge for lunch. If you're hungry, ask him to drive out and fetch you something."
"No, that's ok. I don't want to bother him."
"Hey, your brother offered, not me."
"And I bet you forced him."
Mom gasped. "Why Ashley, I can't believe you would think that. I would never force my children to do anything against their will. Brian, can you clear things up with your sister?"
I piped in to mom's defense but kept my eyes on my plate. "She had nothing to do with it. If there's anything you want, let me know and I'll get it for you."
"Aww, you're so sweet, brother." Ashley's fork chimed against her plate. Even from my low vantage point, I could see her right hand coming into view, reaching my left. I ached to hold my hand out to her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it with mom watching us. I had to settle with her thumb caressing the back of my hand. "But you know, with a breakfast this big," my sister said quietly, "I think I'll be full till dinner." Her hand disappeared from my sight.
"Your brother said the same exact thing. It's adorable how alike you two are."
Nicole stomped into the kitchen. "Mo-om, can we leave yet?"
"Right after you put your bowl in the sink."
Nicole stomped right back into the living room with a growl and returned with her empty cereal bowl. She dropped it in the sink with a loud clatter.
"Nicole, be more careful, please," mom scolded. "Unless you want me to pay for it with your allowance."
Nicole rolled her eyes. "Sorry, mom. Won't happen again."
"Why can't you be more like your older brother and sister?" Mom sighed as she checked the time on her cell phone. "Ah well, hurry up, let's get going. Ashley, Brian, I'll be back around five or six tonight. I'll bring home some Chinese food. You guys like lemon chicken, right?"
Ashley and I answered in unison. "Yeah, mom."
"There you two go again. Love ya, have fun."
"Bye, don't work too hard. And don't forget the fortune cookies this time," Ashley reminded.
"Don't worry, I won't."
I shouted my farewell as our mom and Nicole stepped out the door. "Bye, mom, bye Nikky." Nicole poked her head back into the house and stuck her tongue out at me, then waved goodbye and closed the door.
"Heh, she's a handful sometimes, don't you think, Sis?" I turned to see Ashley's cheerfulness dissolve into a more serious demeanor.
We were home alone.

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

[pradeep8715]

Oh….Ashley



Update-4

"Heh, she's a handful sometimes, don't you think, Sis?" I turned to see Ashley's cheerfulness dissolve into a more serious demeanor.
We were home alone.

Next:-

This was it, the moment of truth. I had always eluded these situations like the plague. When it came to emotions, drama, or anything that could result in hurt feelings, I cower, perplexed with how to deal with it. My social skills have been my downfall in relationships, both friendly and serious. Because of my shyness, I had struggled to comprehend sentiments and communicate my own feelings. But this is my sister I was brooding over. If one person could make me do the impossible, it's her.
"Bri-"
"Ash-"
An awkward minute of silence.
Damn it, why couldn't she let me gone first? Just like that, my will to delve further disappeared entirely. It had been less than a minute since mom and Nicole left, and already I missed them and wished they would return.
Undeniably, Ashley was as troubled as I was. Her normalcy with mom had only been a facade. She, too, wanted to make sense of what happened the previous evening. Or so I thought.
"Ashley, last night-"
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know what I was thinking. Can you forgive me and forget about it?"
"W-what? There's nothing to apologize for. And something like last night isn't exactly easy to forget about. But, what I have to know is, why? What we did, it's not something brothers and sisters should be doing together."
"I-I said it already. I didn't know what I was thinking... or why." Tears began to swell up in my sister's eyes. "Brian, I... I need to tell you something."
I gulped. "Anything."
"I love you, and I-"
"I love you, too, Ashley, but-"
Her right hand trembled toward to my left. This time I was able to reach out and meet her.
"I mean it. I love you, and not just as family, as siblings, but... as everything. You're everything to me, and you have no idea what I feel for you sometimes." She stared at our hands, palm to palm, our fingers stroking each other. "I have the biggest crush on you. For years now. And last night, I don't know. It might... maybe it was because I was feeling light-headed from the heat but, being so close to you, I lost control of myself. It's something I wanted to do with you for so long and last night, I finally let it happen."
Ashley ripped her hand painfully away from mine. My mouth opened to speak but no words came out. My entire body went numb at her confession. I didn't know what to say. Last night was no fluke; she was well aware of who she was with.
"When you came to pick me up from high school, do you know how many times I get asked if you were my boyfriend? That we looked so... cute together? Till then, I thought we could never be more than just brother and sister. But when my own classmates didn't think we were related, I had a shimmer of hope that maybe we could be something more. Of course, I had to set them straight and tell them who you really were. And you know what they said next? That I was so lucky to have a brother who would take time out of college to pick me up from school. Who would schedule his classes around mine so he could be there before the final bell rang, and I wouldn't have to wait outside in the cold or sun. Then I realized just how lucky I... how spoiled I am to have a brother like you." Ashley crossed her quivering fingers together as tears streamed down her flawless face. "Brian, say something. Please."
"Ashley, I don't know what to say. This is just so much. I don't know if-"
"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I know what I'm saying sounds stupid and I can't believe I'm putting you through this. You're so great to me and you shouldn't have to go through this. I'll understand if this changes everything and.... Damn it, what am I saying! This has changed everything. Everything we had. It was so perfect and I ruined it." By now, my sister was sobbing more than I had ever seen her sob before, and it began making my eyes water. She pushed her chair back and stood up. "It's okay if you don't feel the same way. I understand that, too, but please don't think of me any worse. I... I don't think I can handle it."
Ashley took a step away from me. I couldn't fathom why she was trying to leave without letting me finish what I had to say. I quickly got up and grabbed her by the wrist. She stopped in her place but refused to look in my direction. Minutes ago, it had been the other way around.
"Brian, please..."
"Don't leave. I let you speak and now it's my turn." I had girls flee from me without a single word on my end too many times before, and I wasn't going to let it happen again. Not this time, not with my sister. I couldn't live with myself if I let her get away.
Ashley reluctantly turned to me, keeping her head down. "I'm... listening."
"There's nothing in the world you can do to make me think worse of you. Don't ever think that again, okay?" Ashley nodded slowly. "You mean so much to me and that'll never change. I'll always love you, and I think--no, I'm absolutely certain I feel the same way about you. What I wanted to say before was, I don't know if what I'm feeling is right. And there's still a small part of me saying it isn't. But you know what? I don't care. I don't care because the rest of me is saying how much of a fool I am for not telling you this sooner."
My baby sister raised her head, allowing me to gaze into her hazel eyes. Tears no longer blurred our admiration for each other. She returned my stare, bringing her hands to my shoulders. My grip on her wrists loosened.
"Ashley, last night was so surreal. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined anything close to what happened. I thought you were confused or falling asleep, and you mistook me for someone else. It's a crappy explanation but I was willing to believe it if it meant making things seem okay. You don't know this but... I want to love you so much more. I want to spend every waking moment with you. Just breathing the same air as you makes me feel alive. The things I do and feel for you aren't because you're my younger sister. You're more than that. You are my dream girl. My perfect woman."
The weight of the entire world had been lifted off my shoulders. To tell my sister what I had kept buried within for so many years was the ultimate revelation. I could add nothing more to make her understand my love any further.
Ashley didn't say a thing, but I gathered from the look of her doughy eyes, her scintillating airy lips, and her rosy cheeks she was overjoyed with my feelings toward her. She took a small step forward, arms firm, causing me to take a step back. My legs buckled beneath me. She took another and I fell into my chair. With her hands still on my shoulders, she bent down until I sat face to face with an angel.
"Brian," she whispered.
"I can't live without you. I love you so much, I-"
"Kiss me." Ashley dove forward, crushing my lips with hers. I've wanted to kiss her so badly, and to finally do it after all the years of fantasizing was as if my entire life had been leading up to this moment. Nothing could come close to the pleasure I was experiencing. Any apprehensions I had about right or wrong didn't matter anymore. I only wanted to bask in our shining embrace.
Ashley crossed her arms behind my neck and closed her eyes as her tongue entered my virgin mouth. My tongue came to life, trying its best to match her movements. I moaned loudly at the sensation of my first truly passionate kiss.
My arms impulsively wrapped around my sister's waist. A simple tug was all it took to have her topple into me. She straddled my left leg and leaned in further. The precious feeling of her soft breasts smothered my chest. I began to caress her lower back, scooting her up my thigh. I was so absorbed in the kiss I nearly forgot to breathe. I tilted my head back to break away from her ravenous lips.
My sister opened her eyes. She breathed rapidly with her mouth open. "What is it?"
"Absolutely nothing."
Ashley flashed a smile that melted my heart away. Drifting closer to continue our fondling, she lifted her left leg over my right, completely straddling my waist. She sat taller than me and pushed my head over my chair's backrest with her lips. I had looked down upon my little sister all our lives, but this time she sat in the dominant position.
Ashley sat perilously close to my erection. It strained against my shorts, impossible to ignore. Skipping the bathroom that morning had made my hard-on even more noticeable, and the release from last night did little to ease the buildup. The pressure felt different this time, though. My excitement didn't come from any adulterous cravings. It came from the euphoria of having my sister in my arms.
Ashley moaned as she slipped her left hand through my shirt collar. I mimicked the gesture by slipping both of mine under the hem of her shirt. For the first time, I was able to appreciate how smooth and incredible her skin really is. It had been excruciating being unable to touch my sister the previous night, but here she was, fully presenting herself to my restless hands. Lips still united, she giggled into my mouth.
Her laughter was the greatest gift I could ever receive. A single day didn't go by without it cheering up my mood. I needed to hear Ashley's laugh again. I needed reassurance that everything would be all right, that we'd never have to worry about hurting each other for all eternity.
Moving my hands to her sides, I gently squeezed her rib area. My sister immediately arched her back, using her arms around my neck to support her. As I began to tickle her body, she squealed, "Oh god, Brian. Not now." Her mood had changed so drastically, no one could've deemed we'd been crying tears of sadness instead of happiness only minutes ago. Knowing our bond would be made forever stronger from then on enlightened our spirits.
I stopped my playfulness and pulled Ashley toward me with my hands back under her shirt. She laid her forehead on mine, grinning from ear to ear. I was truly blessed to have her. "You are so amazingly beautiful, Ash. How the heck did mom and dad save all the good looks for you?"
Ashley gave me a peck on the lips. "We've been making out for more than five minutes." She nodded up at the clock behind me.
"Want to make it ten?"
She removed her hand from the inside my shirt and pinched my nose. Wriggling it back and forth, she suggested, "Let's clean up first."
I thought she referred to me for having bypassed my morning duties. "Yeah, I need to. But didn't you just take a shower?"
"I meant our breakfast, you bum."
"Oh. Okay." Doing chores wasn't exactly what I had in mind for a post-smooch activity, although the short recess was exactly what I needed to relieve myself. No, I don't mean masturbating, though I did contemplate it. "I need to use the restroom first. I wasn't able to go this morning since Nikky dragged me right out of my room."
"I know. I could hear you two from the shower. You go ahead, but you better be back out here before I'm done." Ashley placed her hands on my thighs, inches from my erection, and pushed herself up. She proceeded to balance our plates to the sink, leaving me to revel in our newfound relationship. Ashley stared my way, "Don't you need to go?"
"Oh, um, yeah." I leapt up, bumped into the corner of the table, stumbled over her chair, and hobbled to the bathroom where I spent the next couple of minutes answering the call of Mother Nature to much discomfort.
After a quick brush and rinse of my teeth, I was back in the kitchen. The sink was still running, but Ashley was leaning on the counter with her arms and legs crossed. The sun shining through the window behind my sister gave her a ravishing bloom--an almost cherubic appearance. If it wasn't for her sly grin, she could very well have been a messenger from heaven. I was brought back to reality when she pulled the sink handle.
Retaining that silly smirk of hers, Ashley began to walk toward me. "I can't believe you made me wash the dishes all by myself." I tried to play it cool by strutting to her, but probably looked more like a fool instead. When we bumped chests, she crossed her arms around my neck and, to my surprise, jumped up and encircled her legs around me. I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist in a bear hug. Our bodies pressed much tighter than when we had sat at the table. I could feel her entirety nestled into my chest. I wanted to hug her forevermore, but realizing it would be much easier and fun to hold her a little differently, I lowered a hand to each of her butt cheeks.
Ashley cooed seductively. "Mmm, see? You are getting buff. You have no problem holding me."
When faced with danger, we can sometimes summon a hidden burst of strength to overcome any obstacle. The same can also be said when facing a totally hot sister.
I was tempted to squeeze the warm flesh in my hands, but I didn't want to come off as a pervert. It was probably way too late for that, though.
"This is," Ashley planted a kiss on my nose, "so much," another on my left cheek, "better than I," my right, "could ever imagine," a final peck on my lips. "Do you have any plans for today?"
"I haven't had plans for the past five weekends. Today isn't going to be any different. Besides, if I did, I would cancel them to be home with you."
"Brian, don't change because of what we're doing. I don't want you to be someone you're not. There's a reason why I'm madly in love with you."
"Absolutely, Sis." It suddenly dawned on me how important it was to keep our lives as normal as possible. Our relationship was unique, to say the least, and I'd be damned if I let it harm my baby girl. I was disappointed in knowing we could never publicly show off our love for one another, to scream to the world I was the luckiest guy on earth, but right now all I needed was Ashley.
We cuddled for an untold amount of time, exploring each other's faces with our assertive eyes. My strength started to wane, and as if Ashley could read my mind, she told me, "You can put me down now."
I eased her down to much relief from my arms. "So, what should we do next?"
She silently stared at me for a few seconds before looking away. Her upper lip covered the lower half, and I could see her bouncing on her feet as she rocked on her toes and heels.
At last, she looked up at me and said, "I am going to my room to read to listen to some music. Don't you usually play that computer game of yours around this time?"
How could I play with elves and dwarves when I really wanted to play with my sis? I couldn't believe the morning would come to an end with us parting ways.
"Oh, I see how it is." I wasn't sure what I meant by that but it sounded like it could buy me a few sympathy points. "Okay, have fun. I'll play alone, in my lonely room...."
Ashley showed me no pity. She pranced right by with a smile to the hallway, abandoning me so I could stare through the glass door at our backyard. The sun shone brightly as healthy green trees swayed in the summer breeze. A few puffs of white floated in an ocean of blue. It was the perfect day to be outside, and the only thing I wanted to do was stay indoors with my sister.
I strolled to my room with a sigh, making a pit stop at Ashley's doorway. She was already lying down on her bed with her eyes closed, her wireless headphones neatly tucked above her head. I had seen her like this for years, as if earlier never happened. I wasn't sure what I did to reveal my presence to her, but she smiled and waved a hand at me. I smiled back, even though she wasn't able to see it, and completed my trip to my room.


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

[pradeep8715]

Oh….Ashley




Update-5


Slaying giant cows and picking flowers in front of my computer didn't seem very exciting that afternoon. The only thing on my mind was Ashley. "I wonder what she's doing now." I logged off my computer and decided to head to her room. I took a gander at the clock to see it was only twelve-twenty. Mom wouldn't be home for at least five more hours, but dad could arrive home any minute. Oh well, it wasn't as if I planned to do anything he wouldn't approve of.
I slowly edged through Ashley's open door, which had remained untouched since I left. My sis napped securely on top of her blanket, her headphones now lying on the drawer beside her bed. The room was filled with a pleasant aroma from her air freshener. "Mmm, it smells good in here," I said to myself while creeping to her nubile body.
"I like to keep my room neat and fresh, unlike a certain brother I know."
"Oh? And who would that be?" As I watched her chestnut eyes open, she shifted to her side. I took it as an invitation to join her in bed. "I am so bored, Sis."
"And you think I can help you with that?" We both rolled to our sides so we could face each other.
My eyes traced her slender legs to her bare stomach. "Maybe. I hope."
She grabbed my right hand and placed it on her waist. Guiding me with her hand, I caressed her leg as far down as I could reach. "Is this what you had in mind?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of Chess, but this will do fine." Being able to touch my sister unrestricted like this was phenomenal and I wondered how far she was willing to go. A few wishful thoughts floated through my mind, but I was okay with whatever she wanted to do. I would never impose myself upon her.
Ashley must've felt a little frisky because she eventually led me under the front of her top. We left our hands above her stomach for a moment before she pulled them out. "Oh Brian, I'm bored, too. Let's make this more exciting." Quicker than a blink, she shoved me onto my back and swooped on top of me, pinning me by the wrists to the mattress. The scene played out eerily similar to many of my recent fantasies, except I was the one on top.
My sister wasted no time in showering me with wet kisses, starting with my neck. She sucked long and hard, no doubt leaving a hickey behind. My first hickey, mind you. "Goddamn, Ashley, this is definitely more exciting." My hardening cock agreed with me.
Ashley didn't pause to say a thing. She continued leaving her trail of saliva on my neck as she made her way to my mouth. Her breasts were suspended over my chest, and I yearned to pull her down to me, but with my hands fastened and her lips on mine, I could only kiss her back. Even at her young age, she was well rehearsed in the art of kissing. I wanted to shake the hand of whoever taught her, but perceiving what that would mean, I probably would've knocked the living daylights out of him instead. Assuming she had learned from a guy, of course. It had to be a guy, right?
I didn't dwell on the thought for long as Ashley finally released my wrists to run her hands through my hair. Showing her exactly what I had I mind, I hooked my arms behind her back, pulling her chest to mine. We both moaned at the exquisite contact. This was what I had wanted to do since breakfast.
Feeling a little bolder, I slid my entire right forearm under the back of Ashley's shirt. My fingertips touched her bra strap, and as if I pushed some sort of button, she immediately broke the kiss and sat straight up. I panicked, thinking maybe I went too far too soon.
I wasn't sure what my face was doing but Ashley must've found it silly when she started to giggle. She crossed her arms, grabbing the bottom of her shirt, and much too my delight, stripped her top off in one swift motion, revealing a maroon laced bra that barely rose high enough to cover her nipples.
Ashley brushed her right thumb against the corner of my mouth to wipe away the drool. "Can I assume you like what you see?"
"Oh hell yeah," I murmured. My baby sister looked unbelievably hot. From the shoulder up, she's the cute teenybopper next door--literally in my case. Ogle a little lower and she's the sexy siren all guys would love to see in Playboy, although I hoped Ashley wouldn't need to go that far to catch a glimpse of what I'd been aching to see for years. My animal instincts took over and I plummeted Ashley onto her back. Pouncing on top of her, I secured her wrists above her head.
"Getting a little antsy now, are we?" Ashley adorned a wicked grin that had my blood boiling.
Despite my seemingly aggressive nature, I really had no idea what I intended to do. Maybe it's because I was so comfortable with Ashley I could behave this way without having to worry if the girl would hate my guts. I'd know instantly if I was doing something my sister didn't approve of, and if I somehow missed the hint, she knew all she has to do was tell me.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she interrupted.
How I got sidetracked with a nearly topless goddess beneath me was a question I'll never find the answer to.
Without further hesitation I responded in full force by plunging my tongue into her mouth. My quickness caught my sister off-guard and she gasped, exhaling hot air into my mouth. It didn't take her long to get her breath back and curl her tongue around mine.
As wonderful as the kiss was, I wanted to give her the same present she had left for me. I slowly made my way down to her neck, stopping under her chin when I felt a tremble. Having found a sensitive spot, I decided to take my time. I was curious to see what kind of effect I had on her.
I started by flicking the tip of my tongue against Ashley's neck, causing her to purr. She asked in a dreamy haze, "Bry, what are you doing? Get back up here." I gave her a small hush and resumed exploring. This time I tried nibbling her supple skin. The feedback was less than favorable and she flinched slightly. Oops, I wouldn't try that again. Next, I did my best to mimic her mind-blowing kiss by sucking on her skin. Her moans returned but much louder and longer this time. I increased the strength of the embrace little by little and her breathing sped up to match my pace. I wasn't holding her hands with much effort and she easily wriggled herself loose as her entire body quivered. Seeing her like this was incredibly strange and erotic. It's usually how I was around her.
"Oooh, Tiger, that feels so good." Her pet name for me was revitalized with a whole new meaning. Hearing it said that way was a major thrill, and the compliment she added made it sound even better. For the next few minutes, the only sounds throughout the house were the smacking of my lips. Everything was in perfect order. The sole object of affection on my mind was my lovely sis, just the way it should be. Absolutely nothing could go wrong except the clunking sound of the front doorknob.
Wait a second, did I really hear that? I looked up at Ashley and her eyes were as wide as saucers. Damn it, we both heard the same thing. Dad was home.
I loved my father immensely. He'd always been able to provide for our family and had a great friendship with each of us, which seemed to be a rarity these days. But that afternoon he made number one on my "Most Hated" list.
Ashley pushed me away and scrambled to find the shirt she had thrown across the room. I landed on my back, venting my frustration at the ceiling until it couldn't take any more of my verbal beating. With a sigh, I turned to watch my sister get dressed, but what I found instead were her eyes deadlocked on me. More specifically, they were on the very tall tent of my shorts. I sheepishly sat up and crossed my legs, as if the footsteps approaching us weren't already enough motivation to cover up. With my member out of plain sight, Ashley was able to refocus on putting on her shirt. She jumped onto the bed beside me while grabbing the TV remote in midair. With a flick of the wrist, she turned it on.
"Hey kids, how is everything?" dad greeted, poking his head into the room.
Ashley and I welcomed him in less than ecstatic tones. "Hi, dad."
"Hmm, I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Not at all. Ash and I are just watching some TV. It's really hot today and we're pooped."
"Ah, gotcha. Did your mother say anything about dinner before she left?"
"Yeah, she told Brian and me she was getting Chinese food for tonight. She took Nicole over to a friend's house, too, if you're wondering where she is."
"Oh, I'm not worried about that little rascal one bit. Well, I need to do some paper work in the study room. Feel free to knock if you guys need anything. I'll let you two lovebirds get back to your TV."
Ashley had to stifle her laughter with a hand over her mouth. Our dad constantly joked about how close we were by saying things like that. Wouldn't he be surprised at just how close we'd gotten.
Even though the door had been left open when dad arrived, he closed it on his way out. Ashley wasted no time in continuing where we left off. Before the door was thoroughly shut, she dragged me by the shoulders on top of her. Needless to say, I was more than a little stunned. I made a very loud "mmmph" sound when our lips collided. I hoped our dad couldn't hear it.
I tried to tell Ashley to stop between breaths, but I could barely make a peep before her mouth devoured mine. Was it possible for lips to get sore from too much kissing?
"Ash- mmm, we really sho- mmph, stop now." She let go of me and gave me an "are you crazy" type of look. If our dad wasn't fifteen feet away from us, then maybe I was, but it seemed like I should've been the one giving her that look. I rolled onto my side and Ashley tilted her head to me.
"Is something the matter, Tiger?"
"Yes, there is. Dad is two rooms away. What if-"
"You know how dad can be when he starts his work. Nothing can drag him away. He's not going anywhere until mom comes home with food and that's a few hours from now."
"How come you're not worried about getting caught? Mom and dad would freak if they saw what we were doing."
"I'm not saying I'm not worried, but we're perfectly safe from anyone barging in on us. Let's make the most it. And dad is fine with how close we are. Sort of. You hear what he calls us. We can say it's his fault for making us think we really are 'lovebirds.'"
"As much sense as that makes, you know mom won't fall for it."

"Do I? Mom is so carefree and oblivious to the world sometimes. If she's in the middle of her soaps while our house got ransacked, she'd tell the robbers to quiet down until it was over."
I chuckled at the scenario. There was some truth attached to it. Our mom was like a walking encyclopedia, but when it came to reality and people, she could be totally clueless. "Well, what about Nikky?"
"What about her? She's our little sister, not mom and dad. She's won't get in our way."
"But she's young and impressionable. I don't want her catching us doing something we shouldn't be and giving her wrong ideas."
Crap, that didn't come out right.
"Wrong ideas? Are you saying what we're doing is wrong?"
"No, Ashley, that's not what I meant. What's wrong is us taking so long to tell each other how we feel." Whew, I hoped that recovery works. "With Nicole, if we manage to explain to her why it's ok for us to be together like this, she might think it's a normal thing and start blabbing it to everyone. She isn't the type of kid who can hold secrets."
"I know what you mean. She's told me so many things about you like--oops, never mind."
"Oh ho, what was that? What exactly did she tell you about me?"
"Hmm, I shouldn't say. I think it's a good idea for me to practice keeping secrets, too."
"Really? Now you listen to me? Guess I have no other choice." I sat up and turned my back to Ashley, pretending I was getting off her bed.
"Brian? What are you plan-"
With a twist to my left, I lunged backwards onto Ashley. I quickly grabbed her right leg and held it in the air with my left arm wrapped around her thigh, mimicking the way wrestlers pin their opponent to the mat. She started to giggle, sensing what I was going to do next. I tried to grab her foot with my right hand, but she didn't make it easy for me. Her ankle twisted and her leg swung wildly. It was only a matter of time before I predicted her movement and caught a hold of her foot. My fingers flittered across the sole, causing her to writhe even more in laughter.
"Ha! Ready to tell me what Nikky told you?"
Ashley could barely contain herself. She kept laughing as she spoke. "No way. The things Nicole can do to me are way worse than this." I imagined Ashley strapped down in a Frankenstein-ish castle with a demented Nikky ready to flip a giant switch behind her.
"That's it, time to get down to business. I'm sorry it's come to this, dear sister." I ceased my tickling and held her right ankle in my right hand. Easing my stranglehold around her thigh, I grappled her other leg with my left arm. This time she didn't put up any resistance. Holding both of her legs together in the air, I commenced my attack.
"Let me go," she shrieked. She was trying hard to sound serious, but history had taught me otherwise. I shrugged off her request and tickled with renewed intensity. Contrary to her loud screaming, this was one of those things I knew how far I was able to go before she got irritated. Besides, her arms were free to whack me across the head if she really wanted me to stop. "Ahhh, I can't take it anymore. Please stop?" I nodded my head sideways. I wanted to keep this up for as long as possible. "Brian, will you just, just... Brian, will you... fuck me!"
I froze. That's the natural thing to do when your sister screamed something like that, wasn't it? I wasn't sure what to think. Did she really mean it? Or was this some sort of trick? I mean, it had to be a trick. As I assessed the situation, Ashley took the opportunity to bend her right knee and pull free from my grip. Unfortunately for me, she didn't realize just how loose my grip had gotten from her words. She pulled with so much extra strength she couldn't stop herself from kneeing me right in the nose.
"Oh shit," Ashley yelped, realizing what she had accidentally hit. "Bry, are you ok? Oh I'm so sorry, your nose is bleeding. Let me get some napkins. I'll be back in two seconds." She eased me upright and lifted my hand to pinch my nose before speeding out of the room.
Dad shouted from his sanctuary, "Is everything ok, kids? I heard a yell."
"Yeah, dad, we're fine. Brian hit his nose and he's bleeding now."
I almost fell over when I heard that. It had always amused me how Ashley would flip a story upside down to other people. "Don't listen to her, dad. She brutally attacked me."
"He's lying."
"As long as you two are still alive, I don't care whose fault it is."
My sister returned with two big handfuls of crumpled napkins and a paper towel roll under her arm. She sat beside me and said sympathetically, "Here, take some. I'm so sorry. Sometimes I don't know my own strength."
I rolled up some napkins and plugged them into my nose. "Don't sweat it, I'm not bleeding too much. It's already slowing down."
"That's good. You didn't get any blood on my bed, did you?" I stuck out my tongue and Ashley retaliated by slapping me on the shoulder.
"Oww, since when did you become so violent? First the nose and now this."
"You deserve it, you big dope. Teasing and torturing your sister, you're lucky I didn't break something." Ashley scooted closer, but only to snatch the TV remote on the other side of me.
While she searched for something worthwhile to watch, I decided to fish for more info on what had caused my accident. "Did you mean it?"
"What? That you deserved a bloody nose? Of course I didn't mean it."

"No, not that. Before you kneed me."

Ashley placed a finger on her chin. "Hmm, I don't remember. Refresh my memory."

"Right before you kicked me, you told me to, you know, do something."

"I still don't understand. You'll have to be more specific."

"Ugh, never mind. Forget about it."

"All right, if you say so." I could see a smug smile from the side of her face.

For the next few hours, we hung out doing the same things we had always done. We watched the boob tube, chit-chatted about whatever, and played some card games with a jar of pennies on the line. It was innocent and simple fun. Summer had started only a few weeks ago, and there was plenty of time to see where our newly discovered relationship would lead us.

Shortly past five, the clunky front door opened again.

"Hi everyone, I'm home," mom called. "Come help me carry all this food." Ashley and I, and even our dad, came to her aid. We promptly carried the food to the table and seated for dinner.

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

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Oh….Ashley





Update-6


"Where's Nikky?" questioned Ashley.

"She decided to sleep over at her friend's house. I'm going to have to drop her pajamas off after dinner. Brian, what happened to your nose? It's so pink. Did you hurt yourself?"

"It's nothing, mom. I got a little clumsy. It doesn't hurt anymore." I turned to dad. "Can you hand over the kung pao chicken?"

With a mouthful of Peking duck, he slid me the carton. "Here ya go."

"Eww, you're spitting your food everywhere," Ashley fussed.

Dad gulped down on his glass of iced tea. "This is so good, I can't help myself. Oh, Helen, I have great news, dear."

"Yes? What would that be?".

"Mr. Fitzpatrick said our team is doing a great job at the office--way ahead of schedule. He rewarded all of us with a weekend at that new casino and resort you've been dying to go to."

Mom's jaw dropped to the ground. "No, get out of here. You really mean it?"

"Yep, I mean it." Dad pulled two passes from his back pocket and held them up to show her. "The two of us, for four days and three nights, anytime we want. Temple Palace awaits."

"Oh my, this is so exciting. When can we go?"

"Like I said, anytime we want. These are good for three months. But I don't think we're going to wait that long, are we?"

"Unh-uh, we're going right after my brother's wedding. Weddings are always stressful in this family. A few nights alone for the two of us would be divine." I'd never seen mom act so giddy before.

Ashley gleefully gasped to attract their attention. "And what about us? We'll be stuck at home with nothing to do, no one to take care of us."

"Tough luck, kiddos, you'll both have to find a way to live without us. Your mother and I need this. It's been so long since we've had a small vacation. I'm too busy spending my money on your clothes and Internet."

Dinner continued and our parents went back to their discussion on spas and slot machines. I was about to stuff a spoonful into my mouth when I saw Ashley winking at me. I had a pretty good idea what that was for. As much as I praised my sister for her sincerity and veracity, she did a damn good job at being naughty. Or it could've just been hyperactive imagination. Either way... wow, half a week of no parents. They're both workaholics and for them to take even one day off seemed unreal, let alone four.

Our dad stretched his arms up and tilted his chair back. "Mmm, this Chinese restaurant keeps getting better and better. Don't you think so, kids?"

"Yeah, I'm stuffed," I replied.

"Mom, did you remember the fortune cookies?" Ashley asked, wiping her lips clean with a neatly folded napkin.

Mom responded in a singsong, "Yes I did. They're right there in that bag by your father."

Dad spotted it and reached in. "Catch, guys," he said as he tossed us each a cookie.

Our mother was the first to crack hers open. She read, "'Abandon the search for truth; settle for a good fantasy.' Not sure what that means but it sounds like a keeper."

"Oh ho, that's nothing compared to mine, Helen. 'You will soon be richer day by day.' It's the perfect fortune for the roulette wheel and blackjack tables."

Ashley was next. "Listen to this one. 'Don't despair; your ideal lover is waiting for you around the corner.'"

"Aww, that is so sweet," mom swooned. "Not all fortunes are always that good. Make sure you don't lose it."

Ashley placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin in the palm of her hands, staring straight at me. "Yeah, but I wonder who he'll be. It could be anyone."

"Don't worry about it, honey. Fortunes won't always reveal themselves right away. It could be months, maybe years, before they come true. And when it comes to love... love can be totally unpredictable. You'll never know when you'll find it. Your mother and I had known each other for eight years before we learned that. If only I had that fortune when we were in high school. It would've saved us a lot of time and humiliation in college."

Ashley asked curiously, "Humiliation? What do you mean by-"

"Your father doesn't mean anything by it," mom interrupted. "Am I right?"

Dad almost choked on his cookie. "Erm, yes, nothing. It was nothing." His face turned bright red as the two women started laughing. "So Brian, what does yours say? Best for last?"

I wasn't sure if "best" was the right word to describe my fortune, but I found it amusing nevertheless. "Not quite. It's broken."

"Broken? What do you mean by that?".

"Well, I rather not read it."

Ashley stood up and reached across the table. "It can't be that bad, brother. I'll read it for you."

I leaned forward and placed the paper slip in her hand, feeling her thumb gently squeeze down on my fingers. She pulled away, never fully letting go, until I felt myself slowly slipping from her grasp. I tried to follow her hand but stopped when I realized I had gotten out of my chair.

Still standing, Ashley read it aloud. "'The greatest danger could be your stupidity.'"

Our parents both looked at Ashley to confirm if she was really serious. My sister failed to keep her lips from cracking, and they turned to each other, they exploded in sidesplitting laughter. Ashley fell in her seat, joining them in their amusement. Watching the family like this was very refreshing and I began to laugh, too. We were one big happy family, minus one little sibling, but a happy family nevertheless. Times like those really made me appreciate what I had.

The cookies were a nice way to end the meal, and it didn't take long for the four of us to clean up. The only dinnerware we used were cups. The restaurant was courteous enough to supply the rest of the utensils. Dad disposed of the cartons and chopsticks, mom dried the glasses, and Ashley and I headed to the fridge to get some ice cream. Upon opening the freezer, we observed the shelves empty of any frozen treats.

My sister spoke first. "I could've sworn we had half a box of cookies and cream left."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure of that, too." We searched high and low but to no avail.

We heard dad's voice behind us as he entered the kitchen from the backyard. "My bad, kids. While you two were playing, I ate the rest of the ice cream in the study room. Hope you don't mind."

"Uhh, yes we do mind," Ashley and I barked in unison.

"Ohh, err, all right. How 'bout this." Dad hurriedly pulled a twenty-dollar bill from his pockets. "Here, take this and go to that dairy place near the market. Buy yourselves a big sundae. My treat."

Ashley skipped over to him and snatched the money. "Sounds good to me." She handed me the bill. "Let me change my clothes, Big Bro."

I watched my sister disappear around the corner. "Thanks, dad. Do you want us to get you something?"

He patted his belly. "I think I had enough for tonight."

"How about you, mom? Want anything?"

"No thank you, Brian. But since you happen to be going out, would you mind taking Nicole's stuff over to her friend's house? Just give me a minute to pack her stuff."

"Yeah, no problem."

"Great, just give me a minute to get it ready." Mom dried her hands on a cloth towel and rushed out of the kitchen.

I headed toward the living room where I spotted dad already dead on the couch with ESPN on his fifty-six inch plasma TV. The one thing my dad enjoyed more than work was sports. He was a basketball player when he attended high school, but his real passion had always been business. After graduating from college and getting married, the toll of raising a family and juggling paperwork restricted him to recreational sports. That didn't mean, however, he wouldn't be up on the couch shouting at every basket, touchdown, and goal when there's a big game going on.

I sat on the armrest of the sofa chair next to him as I waited for the women to return. Mom appeared first. She handed me a small pink backpack plastered with glittery flower stickers and puppy key-chains. She slapped dad's leg and he sat up to make room for her on the couch.

"Ok, I'm ready," Ashley called from the hallway behind me.

"Oh my, Ashley, you look very pretty," mom complimented.

I turned around to see what the hubbub was about, and I nearly toppled over at the sight of my sister. "Pretty" didn't do her justice. Ashley wore a long-sleeved pink shirt with an outer white tank top that had a big red silhouette of a heart in the middle. Her tight jeans were faded at the knees and flared at the bottom. Surrounding her neck was a thin gold necklace. Hanging from her ears were matching gold hoops. The most unique part of her ensemble was the red-flowered scarf tied around her beautiful hair. The long ends of the cotton fabric hung over her left shoulder. A curtain of yellow bangs cascaded across her forehead beneath the accessory. "Smoking hot" was a much more accurate phrase to describe her look. Ashley wasn't the type of girl to wear anything too revealing, but that didn't mean she didn't know how to dress alluringly. Besides, with a face as gorgeous as hers, that's the only part of her body she needed to show off.

"Aren't you two only going out for a bit to get ice cream?" mom asked.

"Yeah, but I want to look good for Brian." She sarcastically added, "It's very hard to keep us with his fashion sense."

I took a quick gander at my attire and noticed I was wearing the same clothes since I had gotten out of bed. "All right, all right, I get the picture. Let me put on some new duds."
Ashley waved me off as I sprinted toward my room. I grabbed the first pair of jeans and clean shirt I could find scattered in my closet. Checking myself in the mirror to ensure I didn't have any leftovers on my face, I sprayed myself with some deodorant. Satisfied I was acceptable for a public appearance, I headed back to the living room.
As I neared the family, I heard my dad finally commenting on Ashley's outfit. "Whoa Ashley, you look exceptional. If you weren't my daughter, meow." He must've been too busy watching the sports news to have noticed earlier.
"Richard, don't say things like that." My mom slapped him hard on the arm. Repeatedly.
"Ow ow ow, I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I'm just trying to give her a compliment." Dad flinched from the assault and raised his arms to shield himself.
I tiptoed to Ashley who was now sitting in my chair. I tapped her shoulder and whispered, "Let's get going. This might get ugly."
Ashley giggled in agreement and slung Nicole's backpack over her right shoulder. As we made our way out the front door, I grabbed the car keys from the key rack and stole one more glance at out parents. Dad had mom on top of him and they were sharing a playful kiss. I shut the door quietly and hoped Ashley and I would be doing that again very soon.
"Hurry up," Ashley shouted.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, hold your horses."
Ashley was leaning on the front of my dark blue car with her right hand on the hood and the other on her hip. She looked like a model out of an auto magazine, but with more clothing and a less than stellar car. I jogged down to the sidewalk and unlocked the passenger door. As I held it open, she quipped, "Such a gentleman."
"Anything for you, ma'am." I ran around to the driver seat and off we went.

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

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Update-7

Brenda's house was a short three-minute drive from ours.
"I'll be right back," I told Ashley as I parked the car along the side.
"It's okay, I'll do it."
"Let me handle it, Sis, I-" Ashley ignored me and turned around to crawl between the seats, displaying her marvelous ass inches from my face. I stared in awe, praying I'd be able to see it in the flesh in my immediate future. My hands were itching to grope the soft curves, ready to pounce on the pink butterflies stitched on each of her back pockets. All I needed was my sis to give me the command and I'd be on her in a heartbeat. "Touch me, feel me, I'm all yours," she would cry.
It should've taken her only two seconds to grab the backpack, but she wiggled her butt to-and-fro for at least twenty.
"Got it," Ashley said. She sat down and held up the bag to show she actually had a motive for tormenting me. "You should close your mouth. It's going to get dry."
I snapped out of my reverie and watched Ashley approach the house. She knocked on the door and a tall woman, maybe Brenda's mom or older sister, greeted her. Nikky poked her head out and waved at me. The three of them shared a short exchange of words, and in less than a minute, Ashley was back in the passenger seat.
"Step on it, I'm hungry for dessert."
"I'm going, I'm going. Let me put on some tunes first."
My parents bought me the car when I graduated from high school. It wasn't anything flashy, but it was clean and it worked, which was almost all that mattered. The biggest requirement for me was a good stereo system, which it didn't have. I was pretty bummed at first, but the car was free and I learned to never look a gift horse in the mouth. I made some special contacts with my piggy bank and Nicole--who knew a twelve-year old could have so much Birthday money--and obtained the funds to upgrade the system. Now, despite its plain exterior, it had a slick interior with lots of useless lights, a satellite radio, and a nifty navigation system that I hardly ever used.
"Ooh, I love this song. I was listening to it earlier before you came in." Ashley turned up the loud volume even higher. The song was Andre Tanneberger's "Summer Rain."
My sister used to favor the mainstream MTV music, but after forcing her to listen to my vocal trance DJs when I picked her up from school, she started to really get into it and asked if I would lend her my CDs. I was more than happy to contribute; I wanted to share as many interests with her as I could. Anything that would let me spend more time with her was a good thing in my book. She hadn't given up on the other music genres, but her tastes had vastly expanded.
Ashley sang along to the lyrics, "'She builds you up, and tears you down, she's that queen without a crown, just like summer rain...'"

Although we didn't say a thing to each other for the rest of the ride, I enjoyed having her company. Hearing her quote the words perfectly to the next five songs was more than enough satisfaction for me.

As the current track ended, we arrived at a pearly white ice cream parlor. Upon opening the shop's door, I felt a cool breeze hitting every part of me. The inside was chilly and I rubbed my palms together. Ashley saw me shivering and wrapped her left arm behind my back, giving me a tender hug. I suddenly felt warm and cozy again. It was a Saturday night, yet only five other customers were with us in the quiet building--a mom trying to calm down her two wailing kids and a couple sitting at a corner booth.

Ashley and I strolled down the counter aisle, peering through the glass covers at all the wondrous flavors. At the front were the classics like chocolate and vanilla. Further down were the newer favorites of mint chocolate chip and rocky road. Near the end were the exotic New York cheesecake and lemon custard. Since I preferred the simpler favors, I turned around to the front, almost bumping into Ashley. She was bent over at the waist, her nose inches from the frosty window. Her back was arched, both palms on the cover, causing her heart-shaped butt to stand out.

"Mmm, this flavor looks so good. Oh, and that one. Don't you think so, Bry?"

"Yeah, it looks really good." I, of course, wasn't referring to the ice cream. No way could I be thinking about anything other than Ashley. I must've observed my sister for no less than half a minute, but when I felt myself getting a hard-on, I immediately turned away to alleviate it. I ended up facing the couple at the far wall and caught the guy staring at my sister. I couldn't blame him. You'd have to be crazy not to be attracted to her. He was eventually brought back to reality when his girlfriend said something to him. I assumed it was his girlfriend. They could've been close friends, or they were like us, two siblings out for ice cream. Considering what Ashley and I were doing, it didn't seem very farfetched.

I paced to the front of the parlor while taking a nice long view at my sister's backside. My erection hastily returned. Pulling my eyes away to prevent an embarrassing accident, I saw an elderly woman approach me from behind the counter, asking if I was ready to order. Thankfully she couldn't see my lower half.

"Hey Ashley, are you ready to order yet?" I peered at my sister as she stood upright, her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, I think so. Are you?"

"Yep, I am. Go ahead and order first." I walked toward Ashley and the woman followed me from the other side.

"I'll have a large waffle cone with two scoops of strawberry and two scoops of cookies and cream." She licked her lips as the woman dug up four very large scoops of ice cream in alternating flavors. The monstrous treat must've been at least ten inches high.

"Wow, can you eat all that?"

She took the cone from the woman. "Not sure, but it doesn't hurt to try."

"How about you, sir? What would you like?"

"I'll have the Oreo cookies and cream shake. Make it a large--no, extra large. And that'll be all."

"Ok sir, come to the front register and I'll have your drink ready in a few minutes."

I thanked the lady and headed to the front where Ashley was already waiting. As I got closer, I watched my sister slowly lick the top scoop of white cream. She delicately tasted every part of it, leaving a glimmering coat of saliva. Ashley stared back at me, revealing a small smile with a clump of vanilla on the tip of her tongue.

"Here you are, sir. The total will be eight dollars and sixty-seven cents. Sir? Sir?"

"Huh? Oh--ahem--sorry, what's the, uh, total again?"

"Eight dollars and sixty-seven cents," the woman repeated.

I rummaged my pockets for the twenty dad had given us. That is, until I realized my terrible mishap. "Oh shoot, I left the money in my shorts when I changed. Ashley, you won't-"

"Won't happen to have some money? Yeah, I do." Ashley slipped two fingers into her back pocked and fished out a ten-dollar bill. "Here you are, ma'am. Excuse my dopey boyfriend. He can be so careless." The two of them chuckled as the woman handed Ashley her change. I numbly grabbed my drink and followed her out of the parlor.

"Why are you walking so slow?" Ashley asked from her side of the car.

"No reason. I'm just, uh, surprised at how big this drink is." Truth be told, I was more surprised at what she had called me in there. A boyfriend. I was my sister's boyfriend. It might've been a joke, but with all that transpired so far I guess I really was. The cashier didn't suspect anything. Even in public, my sister had no problem with us being seen together that way.

"Hey, Tiger?"

I fumbled with the keys and almost dropped my slippery cup. "Yeah, Ashley?"

"Thanks. I really appreciate this."

"What for? I should be thanking you for saving my butt."

Giggling, she replied, "Yeah, maybe."

Finally unlocking the doors, the two of us slipped inside.

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Update-8

"Hey Brian, take a few licks of my ice cream. I don't think I can finish it all." Ashley waved her half-eaten dessert in front of my face.

"Whoa, be careful. That cone is huge and it's blocking the road."

"We're at a red light. Have a little taste."

I held up my drink. "This is tasty enough for me."

"But don't you want real ice cream? Something you can lick and take a bite out of?"

"I do, but I'm driving and I don't want to accidentally make a mess in my car."

"Aren't you worried I might make a mess?"

"Nope."

"And why not?" Ashley moved the cone away from me and tasted it. I watched her intently, memorizing every flick of her tongue. She stopped momentarily. "Green light."

"Huh?"

"Green light. Go." Several horns honked behind us. I slammed my foot onto the pedal. "You're dozing off a lot today. I hope I'm not distracting you."

"Not at all," I lied. "I'm just feeling a little tired. A massage would be really nice, though."

"Mmm, a massage would be nice. I think I could use one. You'll come by my room tonight and give me one?"

"If you insist, sure. After a shower I'll--wait, what? I meant me."

"Unh-uh, Tiger, too late. Here, have some of my ice cream. Strawberries are good for you."

Ashley waved her cone in front of me again. This time I gave in. "Mmm, that is good. Let me have some of the cone." She twirled it around so I could bite it without dipping my nose into the cream. As she did this, some of the vanilla from the cookies and cream melted off and fell onto the front of my jeans.

Ashley sprung out of her seat as if it had fallen on her instead. "Oops, sorry about that."

The next light turned red and I stopped the car. "Ah dang. Better me than the car, I guess. There should be some napkins in the side cabinet."

"Don't worry, I'll clean it up." Ashley reached between my legs with her left hand.

"Ashley, what are you-" Sticking two fingers out, she pressed them squarely onto my jeans and wiped off the cool, white cream. It streamed down her fingers as she brought her hand to her mouth. A small web formed amidst her fingers as they spread apart. Her tongue lapped between and around the base before inserting her digits into her mouth. She sucked them clean.

"Mmm, yummy," she squealed. "Can't let any go to waste."

My erection strained against my jeans. "Um, yeah," I gulped, "can't waste it."

Ashley peered ahead of us. "Green light."

"What?"

"I mean go."

Several more car horns honked behind us. "Oh, right." I did my best to concentrate on the drive home. Other than crossing a stop sign because I was too busy watching Ashley finish her dessert, I thought I did a good job of preventing traffic problems for the remainder of the ride.



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

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Update-9


"Hey mom, hey dad, we're home," Ashley announced.

"Hey kids," mom greeted, "hope you had a good time." She was lying with her feet in dad's lap.

I flopped down on the sofa chair. "It was only ice cream. It wasn't like we went to the movies or mall."

Ashley took a seat on my armrest and leaned against the back of the chair.

"Judging by your sister's smile, it looked like a lot more than that. Or maybe it has something to do with that stain on your pants?"

"Oh, this. I, uh, spilled my shake on the ride home." I was surprised mom was able to see it in the dimly lit room. The only source of light in the living room came from the television screen.

Ashley piped up, "No, he didn't. I forced him have a taste of my ice cream and I got a little careless. You don't have to make excuses for me, Brian." She wrapped herself around my head and hugged me tightly, squeezing me into the side of her breast. The contact was brief, and she let go before I could appreciate it.

"Well, how about watching the rest of this movie with your father and me." Our mom glanced at our dad who was almost ready to pass out. "Or maybe just me. He'll fall asleep any second and I can use some livelier company."

"Yeah, sure. What are we watching?" Ashley asked.

"House of Flying Daggers. I thought it'd be festive to stick with the oriental theme."

"I'm going to pass on the movie for now," I said. "I need to take a shower. But I'll be back before the movie's over."

Ashley got off the armrest to make space for me to stand up. I went to my room to gather my sleepwear and headed to the bathroom for a hot, steamy shower.

Being alone, I was able to take some time to reflect on the last twenty-four hours of my life. More had happened within that time span than my entire two years of college. Heck, I might as well have included high school and grade school. Nothing could've compared to how I was feeling. I had never been happier, having a girl who loved me as much as I loved her, who understood and wanted to be near me, and was a blast to hang out with.

Normally I took twenty-minute showers, but my impatience made it unbearable to be in there for more than five. I needed to get back into the living room. Ashley was waiting for me. I hopped out of the stall, threw on my clothes, realized I had forgotten to dry myself, and wasted another few minutes properly getting ready. I tossed my dirty laundry into my room and raced back to the family.

The first person I saw was Ashley. She had moved to the other side of the living room and was lying on her side on the smaller two-seated couch. Her scarf and outer tank top were hanging over the backrest and her hair was draped over her eyes. My parents were in the same positions I had last saw them in. I sat down on the lone sofa chair, the squeaking leather foiling my attempt to arrive unnoticed.

Ashley brushed her hair away. Looking toward me, she said, "Don't sit there alone. Come here and lie down with me."

As much as I wanted to, it seemed like a strange request because our parents were five feet away. Dad was completely asleep, but mom was still wide-awake. I nodded "no" but Ashley wasn't content with my response. She wetted her lips and beckoned me over with her right finger. Who could resist a gesture like that? Peeking over at my mom, I found her fixated with the movie. I decided to go with the flow and join my sister.

Ashley sat up to make room for me to slip in. It felt a little awkward, having never lain down like this before. I wasn't even sure if the couch could accommodate the two of us in it together. As I tried to get comfortable, a small flying pillow hit me directly in the face. I heard the two sets of giggles. Mom had tossed an extra pillow from her couch. At least I knew she was aware of what we're trying to do.

When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. I fluffed my pillow and rested my head on the armrest. Ashley used a pillow from our couch to lie on the cushion, allowing me to watch the movie unobstructed, though the chances of me paying attention to it were nil.

It took a bit of adjusting to get settled in. Ultimately we ended up on our sides with me against the backrest and Ashley against me. I felt even more nervous being this close to her with our parents so near. The physical contact was what I was waiting hours for since dad came home, but I didn't anticipate it would be out in the open.

As the daggers flew and swords clashed onscreen, it seemed Ashley didn't have any further plans to spice things up. She lay perfectly still, hardly making a sound. I suspected she thought it wasn't a good idea to try something frisky with our mother nearby, even though she didn't show much restraint with our dad. In a way I was disappointed and relieved at the same time--disappointed I'd have to wait for the movie to finish, relieved Ashley was aware of our parents.

Up till now, I had done my best to keep my hands idle. This was no simple task when there's an irresistibly hot girl lying with you. I soon regretted my stance on the situation. Parents or no parents I wanted to touch, hold, and fondle her. The movie did nothing to draw my thoughts away from Ashley. Her amazing curves, her perfectly pampered hair, her calm, heaving chest... she looked more beautiful by the minute.

I got so caught up in my deliriousness I somehow missed the part where Ashley had taken my right hand in hers and wrapped it around her waist. She held it tightly above her stomach, an inch from her bust. I waited patiently for her next move, letting Ashley take full control of my body for whatever she wanted to do. At this point, I was willing to go along with anything. My excitement grew at the prospect of something more intimate happening. Our parents might as well be a million miles away. If Ashley ripped off her shirt right then and there and threw it in mom's face, I wouldn't have done a thing to stop her. As I redrew the glorious picture of her breasts in a maroon laced bra, my excitement doubled, generating a renewed erection in my shorts.

Ashley fidgeted, and although I could only see the side of her face, her expression remained solid. There was no way she couldn't have felt it nudged against her butt cheeks. To my dismay, she let go of my hand. I worried that my member was scaring her away and our engagement would come to an abrupt end. But there was nothing I could do to ease the blood coursing through my veins. I wasn't getting going to get softer; I was only going to get harder. The more I thought about my sister cuddled against me with our parents a few feet away, the more engorged my cock became. Luckily for me, as her butt wiggled against my groin, it appeared she was ready to indulge her own desires.

When Ashley lowered her right hand between her legs and cupped her crotch, I let out a sharp puff of air. For the first time since we had lain down, she looked up at me. Tearing my eyes painfully away from her hand, I returned her stare. She pursed her lips and whistled softly, cautioning me to be silent. I nodded, unsure of just how quiet I could be when I was ready to blow any second. Ashley continued to "watch" the movie, and I continued to watch her. My heart was pounding louder than a jackhammer. It was the only thing I could hear barring the foreign language coming from the TV.

I couldn't believe how wild my precious Ashley was as she rubbed circles over her mound. There we were in the living room, our parents sitting on the couch next to us, and my sister was diddling herself. What else could she be doing with her hand down there? Any possibility she was just scratching an itch flew out the window when she pinched her zipper and tugged it open. My jaw dropped. I gulped as her thumb slipped into the opening. Ashley rubbed slowly, gasping short, rapid breaths. I looked down at her face, finding her eyes closed shut. My sister was completely lost in her own pleasure.

I quickly glanced toward the other couch and found my mother still facing the screen. If she were to look our way for even a second, she would be able to see where Ashley's thumb was tucked away.

"Ash, Ashley," I whispered. For a moment, I thought I got through to her. She withdrew her hand from her jeans and placed it on mine. A warm wetness trickled onto my palm. I thought she was done, but my breather was short-lived. Ashley was nowhere close to finishing what she had started. She wasted no time in lowering my hand to her crotch.

The moisture I felt on her jeans was unmistakable; she was getting horny. For this much of her juices to have seeped through her underwear must mean she's gushing like a river. Assuming she was wearing any, that is. Maybe she didn't have any one and it's a normal amount. Either way, both sounded superb.

It didn't take long for Ashley to hum her all-too familiar moans. As if daring me to continue, she let go of my hand. I greatly wanted to, but whether doing so was such good idea in our predicament was an entirely different matter.

"Ashley. Ashley," I chanted in her ear.

With her eyes still shut, my sister turned toward me until she lay flat on the couch, her left shoulder floating off the edge. I wrapped my right arm around her body to prevent her from falling. She reinforced herself by holding onto my waist. Her lips barely fluttered as she whispered, "Yeah?"

"Ash, look at me." I anxiously watched her eyes awaken, like a marvelous unearthing of the richest treasures. The vision of her angelic faced overwhelmed everything I wanted to say, everything I was thinking.

Ashley raised her head toward me in search of the words I couldn't tell her. Having her face so close to mine merely made it harder for me to find my voice. Tired of waiting, or mistaking my silence as another sign, she kissed me on the lips. The kiss was short compared to the ones we had earlier, but it was just as memorable.

"Let's go to your room," Ashley mumbled.

"What about-"

"Mom's asleep."

"She can't be." I propped myself on the armrest to verify what Ashley had told me. Getting a clear look at mom's face wasn't easy. Her head was reclined on the far end of the couch. But lo and behold Ashley was absolutely right. Our mother had surrendered to the same deep sleep that had overtaken our dad. "How did you--never mind, let's go." I didn't care how she knew mom was asleep. My first priority was getting out of there.

Ashley grabbed her scarf and tossed it around my neck as she stood. Holding onto both ends, she pulled me up to her, dragging me through the living room like I was a lovesick puppy. Her hips swung widely, exaggerated for my enjoyment. She looked over her shoulder, shooting me a smile.

Stepping into my room, Ashley promptly locked the door behind us. The magical click secured our privacy from any pesky intruders. Not bothering with the light switch, she led me a little further to the bed. She let go of the scarf, crawling on all fours over the mattress. The moon shone just enough to illuminate her lustrous curves.

"Tiger, do I need to say it again?"

I leaned onto my desk, taken aback by her slinky movements. "Um, say what?"

Ashley stopped with her butt raised high in my direction. "Come join me."

"Oh sweet goodness," I thought, "it's finally going to happen tonight. It has taken twenty long years but now it's all coming together. I never could've imagined my esteemed sister to be the one to rid of this burden."

Then it dawned on me. "Ah crap, what am I thinking? I'm not ready for this. Twenty long years and not a single minute of it went to preparing for tonight. No condoms, no jazz music, no candles, rose petals, or anything else romantic, and not a damn clue on what to do when our clothes fly off. Should I even have a plan for something like sex? I could've at least read some advice columns on how to please my girl. But how should I know I'll need such vital information so soon? Dad, why didn't you teach me the important stuff like how to please your sister instead of that so-called morality and virtue? Oh god, I can't believe I'm stooping so low as to want my father to give me sex advice." It's a bit overdramatic, as I didn't really think all that at the time, but my stress was very much a real danger.
Whatever I wound up thinking about out must've taken a long time to process because the next thing I remembered was a pillow thrown at my head for the second time that evening. It knocked me into my leather chair. "What's up, Tiger? You look a little sick." Ashley turned on the lamp by my bed, leaving it at its lowest setting. She crawled to the edge of the bed and inspected my change in attitude. "Although 'a little' is probably an understatement."

"Ashley, I... I don't..."

"Don't what?" My sister sat closer, her feet on the warm floor. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no way. You didn't do anything wrong. It's just, I'm not sure about doing this."

"Doing... what?"

"Don't do that, Sis. You know what I mean. I'm still..."

"Worried about out there? I'm not that crazy. If there was any chance of getting caught I-"

"No, that's not what I'm talking about either. I'm... ok, I'm just going to say it." She leaned forward, ensuring she wouldn't miss a single word. I took a deep breath and divulged, "I'm a virgin."

Ashley furrowed her eyebrows. Her head craned to the right. I could feel her eyes drilling into my skull. It was uncanny having her stare at me so distinctly. The mix of emotions on her face made it hard to discern what she had on her mind. The way she curiously wiggled her nose clashed with the mischievous licking and biting of her lower lip. At last she asked, "Oh Tiger, why did you have to go and tell me something like that?"

"Um, isn't that something I should be telling you? Before we finally do it, I mean. I don't want to mislead your expectations or anything."

"Tiger... Brian." Ashley's face bounced to normal as she placed her hands on my knees. "I don't expect anything from you. You've done so much for me already that asking for any more would be selfish and greedy. I want to be your perfect little sister." She rubbed her right foot against the inside of my left ankle. "I still am, aren't I?"

I felt better after hearing that. "Yeah, Ash, you're my perfect little sister."

"Good, I want to keep it that way." Ashley took her hands off me and leaned backwards, using her arms to support her from behind. "What did you think was going to happen tonight?"

"Huh? Nothing. Nothing at all."

"Come on, you must've been expecting something if you felt the need to share a big secret like that to me."

"Is there any way for me to take back what I said?"

"Nope. You're not leaving my sight until you tell me exactly what you've been thinking about."

"That's not fair. I already revealed one secret. Isn't that enough for tonight? If anything, you should be telling me one of yours."

Ashley flirtatiously swirled her tongue over her lips. "Ok, sure."

Now it was my turn to furrow my brows. "Really, you mean it? No comeback, no strings attached? You're just going tell me one?

"Yep, ask me anything," she beamed, kicking her feet in an alternating rhythm.

Her offer sent me reeling to the floor. Since when did girls give up classified information on a whim? There must've a hidden price of admission I was missing. I went over her last few lines but failed to find any loopholes. Studying her keen face the way she had studied mine, I came to the conclusion she was one hundred percent serious about the proposal.

As the notion had never occurred to me before, I needed time to come up with an eloquent question. My sister made her feelings for me pretty clear, so that slimmed my choices down by a considerable amount. That left me with 'What color are your panties' and...

"If we did do what I thought we were going to do, would I have been your first?" Although I had refused to explain my reasoning for telling her what I did, I was confident she would pick up on my intent.

"If," Ashley clearly emphasized, "we did do what you thought we were going to do, then... yes."

A huge wave of relief washed over me. I knew it wasn't supposed to be any of my business, yet I couldn't help but feel delighted at the news. When my sister said she had a crush on me, she loyally meant it. By no means did I consider myself the perfect catch, but I could never be truly happy with out relationship if I wasn't going to be her first. Despite our closeness with one another, her love life had been kept very low-key from me. I always felt if she ever wanted to talk about the subject, she would bring it up first. I had never pestered her about that special someone and she had never pestered me about mine. It wasn't until that morning we told each other everything we've wanted to hear.

"Can I ask you another question?" I blurted.

Ashley smiled at my optimism. "Go for it, Tiger."

"How did you get damn sexy? It's impossible for me to keep my eyes off you."

"You really think I'm sexy?"

My sister had to be kidding me. How could I say no having survived her relentless frolicking and foreplay? "Yeah, I do."

"Maybe I should save that answer for another time, or at least until you tell me another secret of yours?" Ashley sensed from my blank expression I had nothing else to share. "Well, to be honest, whenever I'm around you, I want your eyes on me. I love having your attention, to be all you can think about. And when I know I'm on your mind, I feel like the sexiest girl in the world. It's because of you I act this way. I know I said I shouldn't ask more of you, but I guess it's just a lie. Your devotion will always be what I want."

Her answer was infinitely more personal than I had anticipated. Time and time again, she amazed me with her pure emotions. "I don't know what to say, Ash, I-I'm... what happened to waiting for some other time?"

Smiling, she assured, "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but there's one more thing I need to tell you."

"You can tell me anything."

Ashley got off her arms and reached forward to hold my hands between us. "I'm not ready for tonight either. I hope you're not disappointed."

I entwined her fingers in mine. "Disappointed? This is the single greatest day of my life. There's absolutely nothing that could change that fact. I should never try to pressure you into anything you don't want to do. After all, it's my job to protect you from those types of guys."

Looking down at our hands, she said, "I know, but it must be hard for you to put up with all my teasing and not get any relief." The way she accentuated "hard" left me wondering if she was really looking at our hands or possibly even lower.

My cheeks began to redden. "Didn't you hear me? You don't have to do anything like that for me."

"I heard you loud and clear. But just because we're not ready for it doesn't mean we can't have a different kind of fun."

"Sounds intriguing. What are you suggesting?"

"Will you go along with whatever I decide?"

"As long as it isn't painful. You don't have any kinky fetishes I should be watching out for, do you?"

"What? No." Ashley jumped away from me. "I don't mean anything like that. Unless you're into it."

"No, no, I'm fine with normal fun."

"Okay, good." With a giggle, Ashley fell back onto her elbows and lifted her sock-covered feet between my legs to my chair. "Although I'm not sure if you'll be able to call this 'normal' fun." Pointing her toes toward me, she began to wiggle them into my crotch. "Can you believe it's only eight? I wonder if mom and dad are awake. Maybe they went to their bedroom."

"Um, ye-yeah. Maybe." Ashley's feet danced dangerously close to my erection. It never fully subsided since we left the living room.

In her infamously sweet voice, she asked, "Can you take off my socks for me?" With a small nod, I pinched the tips of her toes and discarded the feathery white rolls in the corner of my room. "Now, about that massage you promised me."

I remembered our arrangement from the drive home but couldn't quite put my finger on the promise part of the deal. Regardless, with the way Ashley was nibbling on her lower lip, I would've promised her anything.

Attending to her left foot first, I pressed my thumbs on the pliable flesh above her heel. Every one of her toes curled inward as I kneaded in small circular motions.

"Isn't this fun, Tiger?"

"Loads of fun." The devotion she sought from me was hers for the taking. I wanted to give my princess the royal treatment she deserved.

Continuing in circles with my left thumb, I plucked her tiny pinky toe between my right fingers. I wagged the toe back and forth a few times before moving onto the next one. I played with all five toes equally, giving one no more and no less attention than the other. If it hadn't been for her soft moaning, I probably would've forgotten I was supposed to be giving her a massage and toyed with her soft toes for hours on end.

Having spent ample time on one foot, I found the other trembling in need of my affection. My eyes traced her ankles and slender legs to her hips and smiling face. She lay on her back with her hands above her head. Her pink tee had risen past her belly, uncovering a canvas of sinless skin. Her peach-colored curves were undeniable against the dark blue sheets. The gorgeous minx dozing on my bed enraptured my soul.

"I love the way your eyes feast on me," Ashley purred, her sultry tone masking her for an experienced woman twice her age.

I grinned at the likelihood of feasting on her for real. Her lips have only been the appetizer for the main course. I wanted to devour her supple breasts. I wanted to luxuriate in the small valley between them. I wanted to trail kisses down to her most private of areas and taste her greatest inner desires.

But I was getting ahead of myself. I needed to finish giving my sister the massage I promised her. Focusing on the task at hand, I treated her right food as majestically as I did her left. Ashley squirmed more so than she did a minute ago, even though my technique remained relatively unchanged.

"Scoot back a bit," I suggested. Ashley bent her knees as I rolled my chair toward the bed. She crawled backwards until her legs lay flat on the mattress. "More comfortable?"

She fluffed a pillow beneath her head. "Mm-hmm. You're so thoughtful."

"I try to treat others the way I want to be treated."

"That's a new one. Did mom and dad teach you that?"

"Yeah. When I started kindergarten."

Ashley giggled quietly. "Mmm, this feels great. I'll be sure to return the favor."

"Isn't this supposed to make up for the massage you gave me last night?"

"That massage was more for me than it was for you. It felt wicked letting myself go on top my big hunky brother. It wouldn't be fair to hold it against you."

I was so preoccupied with caressing her heels I almost missed what she called me. "Oh I can believe it all right. But you shouldn't underestimate your power over me. It felt fantastic for me, too."

"You really mean that?"

"Best massage I ever had," I firmly replied.

"You sure know how to make a girl feel like a million bucks."

"Then I must be doing a crappy job with this massage 'cause you're worth way more than that."

I triumphantly evoked a laugh from my darling sibling. "How easy is it for you to make me laugh? Because I can't stop doing it when I'm with you."

"I'm only telling you what I'm feeling. There's nothing complicated about that. What I feel is... what I feel. It's as natural as breathing."

"There's a lot more to you than meets the eye."

I chuckled through my nose. Maybe I was more charming than I'd been giving myself credit for. My dates would disagree, but I wouldn't be giving my sister a sensuous massage if I'd hit it off with some other girl. Blessings in disguises, that's what they were. Ashley's the only woman I was destined to love.

Glancing at my clock beside the bed, I figured I'd been caressing her feet for over ten minutes. It was more than I predicted, but the night was still young and our fun didn't need to be rushed. I would have all the time in the universe to enjoy the rest of her body.

I initially planned to caress her legs and up her thighs. As I slipped my hands through the flared sleeves of her jeans, my fingertips encountered into a tricky obstacle. "Ashley, I can't go any higher. Your pants are skintight."

"What do you suggest we do?" she asked calmly, teetering on the brink of full relaxation.

"I could massage over your jeans, but I don't think you really want me to do that." I demonstrated the shoddy technique by rubbing her calves through the sturdy garment. Compared to her skin, my palms felt like they were scraping against sandpaper.

"Isn't there another option?"

I didn't bother sugarcoating what I wished for. "You could take them off."

"Take them off?" Ashley feigned surprise. "Is that all you can think about? Getting in my pants?"

"It's only my advice. If you rather keep them on, I can deal with that."

My words fell on deaf ears. Ashley's hands descended to the front of her jean. Her agile fingers unbuckled the studded white leather belt. As the metal clasps came apart, she pulled the strap from around her waist. A glaring gold button gleamed below her more adorable belly button. All it took was a small snap to make the tiny barrier disappear from the picture.

The only hurdle left was a thin row of copper teeth. Pinching the zipper handle, Ashley guided the key downwards, exposing an ever-growing patch of pink with every opening of a hook. Her hips rose from my bed. Inch by slow inch, she eased her pants down her thighs. Letting go of her ankles, I leaned back to enjoy the rest of the show. Ashley stopped when her jeans reached her knees. "Can you help me finish?"

I nodded, my shaky hands reaching for the waistband. As I pulled it down, I nearly came in my pants. It was the simplest and most erotic striptease I had ever seen.

"Is this better for the massage? I hope I didn't make it harder for you."

Ashley had no idea just how hard she made it for me. God, she looked un-fucking-believable. I've done my fair share of groveling when she wore tight shorts and hiphuggers, but nothing could've prepared me for the sight of her in lace panties. She posed with one leg straight out, the other bent, and forearms crossed under her breasts. The models in Victoria's Secret catalogues couldn't compare to the sexiness of my sister. Ashley was a perfect pink wet dream, and I was quickly becoming a huge fan of the color.

"Let's forget the massage," she said, beckoning me with her hand. "There's something else I need right now."

I eagerly wanted continue the massage now that Ashley was undressed from the waist down, but considering she hadn't disappointed me yet, I decided it would be in my interest to follow her lead. I crawled on top of her, keeping my eyes on her panties during the ascent. Ashley cupped my chin and steered me to her face. She didn't need to give me any more orders on what to do next. I dove down to her lips and covered them with mine.

An "mmmph" was the only sound Ashley could make. Reaching under my shirt, she wrapped her arms around my back and yanked me down until our chests met. Her hands moved along my spine, her nails grazing my muscles. I may have initiated the kiss, but she was quick to take control. She rolled us over and lay on top me. I held her hips and felt the thin string of her underwear. Moving lower, I grabbed two handfuls of her bare ass.

"Ah, you're so naughty," she cried.

"I can't help it. You kind of have that effect on me."

"No kidding. Your cock is rock hard."

It was the first time Ashley explicitly mentioned my cock, and the first time I heard her say the word. Hearing it in such a sweet voice drove me into a frenzy. I groped her flesh as her head dove to the base of my neck. She licked upward to my mouth, sliding her hands out of my shirt. One of her hands joined the fun with mine on her ass. The other slipped between us to size up my hard-on. My erection jumped at her touch.

Ashley giggled into my mouth. "Do you want me to take it out?"

"Hell yes."

"This is going be the first one I see up close. I never expected it to be yours, although I've dreamed about it so many times."

"I could say the same. There were a lot of things I haven't been expecting until you flipped my world upside-down."

"Was it for the better?"

"Definitely."

Ashley lifted herself off of me and sat between my legs on her knees. She grabbed the top of my shorts, pausing for a few seconds to stare at the tent my erection made. "It's already bigger than I imagined it would be." I bent my knees and raised my hips as she had done earlier, allowing her to pull my shorts down. My cock bobbed beneath my boxers. It was on the verge of passing through the front opening.

"The anticipation is killing me, Tiger."

"Now you know how I feel every time I look at you."

Ashley placed her right hand on my erection, tracing it down my left thigh. Her thumb pressed against the head through the flimsy fabric, causing a bit of precum to spill out. My sister could feel it being absorbed into my boxers. "And what would this fluid be? A good sign, I hope?" As she continued to stroke my cock, I struggled to hold in the rest of my cum. The feeling of a woman's hand on my erection was unreal, and this was only the tip of the iceberg compared to what we may be doing in the near future.

Bending down for a closer inspection, Ashley sniffed the scent of my cum. "The smell, it's so strong. You barely orgasmed, too."

"It's precum, not an orgasm, and I'm doing my best to control it."

"Oh. It seems you have a lot to teach me." Images of my sister in a schoolgirl outfit flooded my mind. My cock spurted two more drips of precum. "Wow, I felt it jump. Don't tell me it gets bigger."

"It's already bigger than normal."

"Maybe if I let it out in the open, it'll have room to grow." My sister released her grip on her new toy. I raised my hips, aching to have her take off my boxers. Instead, she reached inside the slit, her fingertips barely making contact with my hot cock. Again, a spurt. "Calm down, Tiger, or else there won't be any left for me."

I held my breath as Ashley gently grasped my cock in her fingers. With a tug, she pulled it out from its confines, finally visible to the goddess that had caused it so many erections. I expelled a sigh of relief for not cumming instantly.

"So this is what it looks like. Have you ever measured it?" she asked.

"I never got around to it," I lied. The first time I became curious about its size was when I was thirteen. It had clearly grown since then, now over half a foot long and a healthy girth all around. I'd never been as excited as I was at that moment, however, and I was willing to bet an extra inch was added on.

"I'll help you measure it the next time I see it." Ashley waved my throbbing rod side to side, occasionally letting it go to watch it spring back to its neutral position. "Talk about hard. This thing could really hurt me if I smack it on my lips."

Another dribble poured out. Was she actually going to give me my first blowjob?

"Oh, and I'm only talking about it." She eased her grip on me, using only her thumb to trace the length of my cock. "Can I have a closer look?"

Ashley leaned forward, her head hovering inches above the tip. It took all my willpower to refrain from letting loose all over her face. But damn, would I love to see her splattered in my cum. I felt guilty for just thinking about it. I revered my sister endlessly, yet the image of her soiled in my cream was all I could see.

With the end of her left sleeve, my sister pressed it against the top of my cock, soaking up the precum. Bringing it to her mouth, she poked her tongue out to lick it. "Hmph, I think I need a bigger sample," she pouted. "Is it weird I'm afraid to touch it but I want to taste it?" Her mouth moved closer to the head until I could feel her breathing on it. My dick twitched at the sensation. "Like that, huh?" She pursed her lips and blew a hot stream of air over the tip. Ashley reminded me of a ten year-old blowing out the candles to a birthday cake. The orange glow from the lamp enhanced the illusion she really was in front of candlelight. "How's your nose?"
I couldn't stop myself from laughing at her random question. "My nose is fine. It doesn't feel a thing." My arms could've been ripped off and I wouldn't notice them missing.

"Good, so there's nothing bothering you."

"Besides my urge to cum, nope, not a thing."

"What's stopping you?" Ashley squeezed the base of cock between her thumb and main finger. "That is what I'm trying to get you to do."

"Um, yeah, I can see that, but I'm trying to last as long as I can. At least until you, ah, do whatever it is you want to do with it."

"Guess it's time for me to speed things up," she said, enclosing her hand tightly around my burning shaft.

"Ah fuck," I yelped. My entire body jumped off the bed.

"Oooh, I never knew it could get so hot. I wonder what it'll feel like inside of me."

That was the breaking point. I couldn't bear the pressure anymore. It didn't matter how tightly Ashley clasped onto my cock, my rush of thick cum couldn't be contained. The first stream shot out like a bullet, hitting her under the chin and ending on the right of her neck. Ashley moved her body over my pulsating cock, aiming it toward her chest, but not before a second spurt landed precisely center of her neck. The next four blasts plastered her shirt, leaving a huge coat of white.

Ashley looked down at my still rock-solid shaft. Her tight grip had prevented me from completely emptying my load. The gallon of goo on her chest began to drip onto my boxers. The milky globs beneath her chin seeped into her shirt collar.

"That was amazing. I felt each spurt going through your cock as you came. There's so much of it, I could feel it on my skin. It's even hotter than your cock." Ashley wiped the remaining deposit of cum across her chest with her left hand. I couldn't tell if she was trying to clean it off or smear it on. "And it looks like I might get more. Fuck, it's so sticky." She held out her cum-covered palm to me. Strands of white connected her fingers together. "Aren't you going to say something?"

I had a few things I wanted to tell her, like how sexy she looked in my spunk, how I wanted to shove my cock in her mouth and blow a proper load over her face, how I wanted to bend her over and make sure we both lost our virginity in a regal fuck we'd never forget. As she retracted her hand to observe my cum, I said, "That was a lot of fun."

"Glad you enjoyed it. I had fun, too." She sniffed her hand. "I thought the smell was strong before but this is way stronger. It's like... smells like... well, I'm not sure what it smells like. But it's something I should get used to, right? Since I'll be seeing a lot more of it."

"How often do you think this will happen?"

"Every week, every day, every hour," Ashley said, her right hand moving along my pole. "As long as it's with you, I don't care."

"Every hour might be asking for a little too much but I think I can manage every day."

"My friends would get such a huge kick out of this if they knew what I'm doing with you."

"You're going to tell your friends about us?" I should've freaked out at the possibility, but having my cock in her hand took the edge off things.

"No, of course not. They'd get jealous if I did. How many girls can say they have their own personal living sex toy one room away?"

"Since when did I become a sex toy?"

Ashley mistakenly thought I was being serious. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you would get mad at being-"

"Mad? Heck no, I actually like the idea of being called that. Sure beats being your dorky, nerdy brother."

"'Dorky' and 'nerdy' count as one, remember?"

"You are truly an amazing gal."

Ashley smiled at the compliment. It was the same smile that had brightened my day on so many occasions before, yet this one seemed new and different at the same time. And no, it wasn't because of her white necklace.

Even in the midst of a slow handjob, our leisurely chitchat tamed my lust, allowing me to enjoy her gentle touch the way she intended. Ashley stroked at a steady pace, but it was clear, looking into her eyes, she was more fascinated with something else. Opening and closing her cream-coated hand, my sister tested my seed's stickiness.

"Do you need a towel?" I asked her.

"Unh-uh, that's the last thing I need. This is a lot of fun to play with."

It was weird seeing her more interested in my cum than my cock, but if it meant being jerked off until she got more of what she wanted, that was perfectly fine with me. I closed my eyes and relaxed in the comfort I was in good hands. Watching Ashley in her state of discovery had overloaded my sense of sight. Right now, I wanted to focus on her touch.

"Hmm, guess I should taste it now."

My eyes popped open immediately. This was one thing I didn't want to miss.

"Awake now? Want to see your baby sister taste her big brother's milk?"

Like she wouldn't believe. I nodded excitedly, our eyes locking together.

Ashley extended her tongue, licking from her wrist to the tip of her middle finger. Her stroking on my erection ceased, but her tight grip remained. She moved her hand away from her mouth, showing me the pool of jizz on her curled tongue.

"Ahhh," she sounded, pretending to be a patient at a doctor's office. As if my cum was her medicine, Ashley drew her tongue back, getting her first real taste of heavy semen. I observed the faint outline of her tongue pushing against her cheeks as she rolled the goo around the inside of her mouth. She swallowed with a loud gulp, making sure I heard exactly what she did.

Ashley let out another "ahhh" with a seductive grin. "Mmm, I can get used to this. I'm not even done eating it all and you're already giving me more."

I looked down at my rigid cock. A thick white stream dribbled from the tip, flowing over her thumb and onto my balls. "Oh fuck," I muttered.

Ashley vivaciously savored her second dessert of the evening. Each lick of her left hand came quicker and louder than the last. When the final glob entered her throat, she dreamily sighed, "This is so much yummier than ice cream. Do you mind if I get more?"

Ashley didn't wait for my answer. Switching her saliva-drenched hand with the one slicked in precum, she sucked on her right thumb, humming energetically. My eyes didn't spend much time staring at her glistened lips. They were drawn to my erection, doused with the spit on her hands. Thanks to the extra lubrication, my sister was able to stroke me more vigorously.

Until a couple minutes ago, I was pretty calm, thinking it'd be a while before I was ready for another orgasm. Ashley's willingness to please, however, proved to be too much for me to handle and a new load of cum churned inside of me, ready to erupt any second.

Although only her thumb had been covered in my seed, Ashley licked her entire right hand. As she reached for my cock, I understood why she was eager to wet her palm and fingers. I held my breath in anticipation. With one hand over the other, she double-fisted my shaft.

"Goddamn," I groaned, wincing at the mercy of an angel. Ashley twisted her hands around my pole, the sounds of her wet stroking permeating throughout the room. Treading on the verge of another outburst, I closed my eyes, hoping I might be able to suppress my urges if I couldn't see her. But my plan failed miserably. My nerves magnified, taking in the full potency of Ashley's touch.

Right before I was about to explode, Ashley removed her top hand from my cock. I didn't know whether I should be begging her to put it back or be grateful to her for letting go. Opening my eyes to see where her other hand went, I moaned at the erotic imagery in front of me. Ashley had her head tilted back, her teeth over her lower lip, and her fingers deep inside her panties, rubbing her pussy raw.

The air was filled with the musky scent of our juices. The sloppy noises of our fluids splashing against skin echoed off the walls.

Shamelessly, she pleaded, "Cum for me, Tiger, I'm so wet for you. Let me have it."

"Fuck, this feels so incredible. I can't hold it in."

"Don't hold it in. Don't make me wait." Her hand became a blur on my cock. "I need you to cum for me. Please show your sister how much you love her. Show her you'll do anything for her. Cover her in your hot cum. I'm yours forever."

Her intense words defiled my mind with desires to shower every inch of her in my spunk. Her lips, ass, chest, and hair... no part of her body would be safe from my hormones. It'd happen soon, we both knew it. We both wanted it.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna... oh shit, here it comes."

"Yes, give it to me." Ashley lowered her face over my cock, her mouth wide-open with her tongue sticking out.

"Oh god." I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My sister was craving for me to give her a milky facial. Like a rocket, my first blast launched straight up to her top lip, most of it landing on her tongue.

My sister didn't slow her stroking one bit as I discharged my load. Instead, she stroked my shaft more furiously, causing the second blast to completely miss her mouth and splatter her right cheek. The next shot didn't come any closer to hitting its mark. It coated the upper part of her nose. Aiming lower, the fourth spurt found its target perfectly, firing into her waiting mouth.

None of my fantasies could compare to watching my sister receive an actual face full of gooey cum. I released so much of my cream on her pretty features, I felt like I was having a third orgasm. After she received my fifth, sixth, and seventh rope of jizz, my sister became almost unrecognizable. Her lower mouth was completely covered in my sperm. It started to drip from her chin. My eighth and final spurt left a long trail of cum stretching from under her nose to her left eye.

The entire time I was gushing, Ashley had her eyes shut.

My sister sat silently, her chest heaving in sync with mine. Using her fingers, she scooped up the dense liquid from her chin to her mouth. The amount of cum was staggering. It almost overfilled her jaw. Ashley wiped the remaining goo off her cheeks and shoved it into her mouth, leaving the biggest mess above her nose alone. In one mighty gulp, she swallowed the massive load. I wouldn't be able to jerk off a decent dose for the next two weeks, but seeing her glazed face was well worth the fee.

"Brian..." Ashley whispered.

"Yes? What is it?"

"I'm tired."

Ashley collapsed between my legs, her head inches from my softening member. Her left cheek was reapplied with the cum on my boxers that had fallen from her face. Taking deep breaths to get my heart rate back to normal, I forced myself to sit up. I felt pitifully weak, more so than the previous night. Cradling her shoulders, I gently laid my sister on her back. I observed both of her hands. One was covered in my cum, the other in a clearer, slicker fluid.

I crept to my desk in search of a tissue box, only to find an empty spot for where I normally kept mine. Ashley must've taken it earlier for my accident. Grabbing a small hand towel from my drawer, I dabbed it along her face and neck, trying my hardest not to disturb her slumber. I couldn't clean her perfectly since my cum had already begun drying on her neck, but it was enough to veil what we'd been doing.

"Oh man," I sighed, "I need a drink." Changing out of my cumstained boxers, I headed to the kitchen for a can of soda.

Much to my surprise, when I passed the living room, I learned my parents still asleep. "They won't suspect a thing," I thought fortunately.

Opening the refrigerator door was like opening the gates to a miniature version of heaven. A bright light, a cool chill, and a dozen cans of Pepsi awaited me on the other side. Heaven couldn't really be heaven without Ashley, but the fridge came in a close second. I grabbed a can, broke in the lid, and drank half the beverage before succumbing to brain freezes. Unsure of how long my sister's nap would last, I snatched another can for her just in case.

"Now what," I asked myself, placing the drinks on my desk. My Saturday nights had usually been spent battling virtual dragons with my online buddies until nine or ten, at which point the evening would end in Ashley's room doing whatever. "Nine-fifteen. Maybe I'll log on and see what they're up to."

What the hell was I thinking? I just had two mind-blowing orgasms with a total babe and now I was going to play a computer game? What could I say, it was my first time and I had no idea what I should've been doing afterwards.

Logging into my computer took an exceptionally long time. I kept mistyping the password. "Damn it, I should just get rid of it. I'm the only one who uses my computer anyway." It took me ten error screens to realize I had been entering my e-mail password.

Shortly after my wallpaper loaded up, I heard footsteps from the hallway, followed by mom's tired voice. "I'm going to say good night to the kids. I'll be there in a second, Richy."

Knock, knock.

"Brian, Ashley, your father and I are heading to bed. Is there anything else you guys need? Ashley's with you, right?"

Normally we said our good nights face to face, but I had no intention of getting up to open the door. "Yeah, Ashley's here. And no, we don't need anything. Good night, mom."

Apparently she couldn't settle with saying good night through the door. I heard the knob turning and swiveled my chair to watch it open. "Okay, good night, Brian. Good night, Ash... Brian, why is your sister in her underwear?"
Oh no, please no. Don't tell me my mother really asked that.
Looking over at Ashley, I nearly fell out of my chair. How could I've been so careless? I forgot to cover my sister up. The moist spots on her shirt weren't visible in the low lighting, but her bare legs clad in pink panties definitely were. Exactly how was I supposed to break this down to mom?
"I can explain," I began. "She and I were, I was..." My voice trailed off as my brain drew blanks. I couldn't come up with anything reasonable to tell her. Our intimacy had lasted less than a day and I already ruined the whole affair.
As grieve-stricken as I was, my mother's countenance hardly changed since she intruded my room. "You don't have to make excuses for her," she assured. "Your father and I haven't really cared much before but it looks like I'll need to have a chat with her."
Huh? What was she talking about? Did my parents suspect something?
"Ashley always parades the house in her underwear during these summer months. Sometimes I wish I could do that when it gets increasingly hot, but she needs to be a little more careful. Other people live here as well. And what if we have guests over, like you invited some of your friends."
Frankly, I don't think my friends would complain if they saw Ashley in her panties. "Don't be hard on her, mom. It doesn't bother me that much, and I'm kind of used to it." Ain't that the truth.
"Maybe so, but not all of us can be as strong-minded as you. She's still getting a lecture from me. When she wakes up, tell her I what I said, okay? And Brian?"
"Yes, mom?"
"You should really open the window. It smells a little damp in here."
"Will do. Good night."
As my mom closed the door behind her, a soft voice called my name.
I turned toward my bed. "Ashley, did you hear all of that?"
"Mm-hmm, all of it. I thought it was pretty funny. I can't believe you didn't cover me up," she said, sitting up cross-legged.
"Yeah, I can't believe it either. I'm not very good at this, being my first time and all."
"It won't be the last." Ashley found the towel I had used to clean her and wiped her hands dry with it. "I have to admit, when mom asked you why I was in my underwear, I got a little turned on."
"You're kidding me." She shook her head in objection. "Mom sounded pretty serious for once."
"When mom wants to have a talk, it's nothing more than a few lines of her eternal wisdom," Ashley said sarcastically. "We actually had this talk already."
"Yet you still parade around in your underwear?"
"You told mom you don't mind."
"I don't, but I'm worried one of these days I might lose control of myself and do something I shouldn't. Like when you're watch TV in the living room in nothing but your tiny top and tiny shorts and... well, you get the idea."
Ashley bit the end of her right finger. "Not really. Tell me more."
"Um, it's just, you look so tempting at times I can't help it if I want to see more of you."
She uncrossed her legs and spread her thighs apart. "How much more?" Her panties, soaked in her juices, were nearly see-through. There didn't appear to be a single hair beneath the translucent fabric.
"Th-that's plenty for now." I was miraculously getting hard again, but I didn't want to push it any further. Even if I were somehow able to cum for a third time, there'd hardly be anything to spurt.
"Okay, just let me know when." Closing her thighs, "Is that Pepsi for me?"
"Oh, yeah. It is." I picked up the unopened can and tossed it in her direction. "I thought maybe you'd be thirsty."
Ashley caught it easily in her lap. "I think I had enough to drink tonight." She brushed the can against her neck, wetting her skin with the cold perspiration. Raising the bottom of her shirt to her neck, she wiped herself dry, revealing her taut abs. "But something cooler would be nice."
"You can say that again." We each took a sip of our sodas.
My sis peered at the monitor behind me. "What are you up to, Bry?"
I swiveled to my mouse and keyboard. "Nothing important. I was about to turn on some music. Anything specific you want me to play?"
"Anything with Jan Johnston. Her vocals are amazing." I searched through my music library and queued her tracks on a play list. "It's easy to fall asleep to this," Ashley continued. "Sometimes I play her songs the whole night so I can wake up to it in the morning." She fell backward onto my bed. "Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?"
"Aren't you worried about what our parents would think if they saw us sleeping together?"
"Mom saw me sleeping in here already. We can tell her you couldn't carry me to my room, or you were watching TV while you waited for me and fell asleep."
Ashley could explain things so simply sometimes I wondered how her ideas would ever work out. Yet, for some reason, I always ended up going along with them. "Ok, but you'll need to put some clothes on. It'll be weird if they caught you still in your underwear."
"Can I wear your clothes? I don't want to leave for a second."
"Um, sure. I guess." I dashed to my dresser and dug for something that would fit her. Unearthing an old pair of high school gym shorts, I handed them to her and suggested, "Try these on."
Ashley held the waistband apart to inspect it. "They're the same ones I had to wear in school. A few sizes too big but this will fit."
I waited for her to try them on, but she just lay there staring at me. "Aren't you going to put them on?"
"I need a new shirt."
"Oh, right." Smacking my forehead, I returned to the dresser and back again with a simple gray cotton T-shirt.
Ashley sat up to put them on. "No peeking," she told me, waving a finger in the air. I found the request silly, having seen more than an eyeful of her already, but stared at the ground anyway. When her pink shirt landed at my feet, she announced, "Okay, done."
My clothes didn't seem that much larger on Ashley's small frame. Since I had physical education for only my first two years of high school, my sister had a few extra years to mature into them. I couldn't tell how snug the shorts were because she was sitting down, although I could see the shirt hanging loose over her chest. It was barely long enough to hide her panties had she not worn the shorts.
"Brian, if it's okay, can I sleep now? I know it's only nine-"
"Go ahead, Sis. It's fine. I'll try to be quiet."
"Thanks. I had a lot of trouble sleeping last night. The only thing I could think about was how'd you react this morning." My sister cuddled up with my blanket. There were a few white spots on it, but she didn't seem to care nor notice. "I don't think I'll have any problems sleeping tonight."
From my chair, I watched Ashley close her eyes and enter a peaceful state of bliss. Not another sound came from my bed. I sat there for who knows how long before being overtaken by drowsiness. Turning off the computer monitor and lamp, I crawled beneath my blanket. Ashley was courteous enough to sleep on one of half of the mattress, but I didn't want to end the night with any space between us. Scooting closer to her until our faces lay inches apart, I faintly smelled my scent from her mouth.
The past twenty-four hours had been one hell of a ride and I wondered what the following day would bring me. Ashley has been--and always would be--a big part of my life. Till then, all I had were games and grades. I've had a crush on my sister since we were young teens and I thought my obsession would be nothing more than a what-if. Now that what-if has become a will-be. The possibilities were endless and I couldn't wait.
I soon joined Ashley in dreamland with a serene smile across my face……


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

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Oh….Ashley

Update-10
The past twenty-four hours had been one hell of a ride and I wondered what the following day would bring me. Ashley has been--and always would be--a big part of my life. Till then, all I had were games and grades. I've had a crush on my sister since we were young teens and I thought my obsession would be nothing more than a what-if. Now that what-if has become a will-be. The possibilities were endless and I couldn't wait.
I soon joined Ashley in dreamland with a serene smile across my face……

Next:-

Chapter 2: Trust

What a beautiful Sunday morning to wake up to! Sun was shining, birds were singing, and I was feeling fan-fricking-tastic. And what better feeling is there than waking up with my lovely sister cuddled in my arms? Sunday may be the start of a new week for most people, but that Sunday marked the beginning of a new life for me.

"Rise and shine, mister," Ashley mumbled, her back against me.

I placed my chin on her shoulder and found her eyes still shut. "How did you know I was awake?"

"Call it a woman's intuition. I love how you hold me like this." She held my hand firmly above her belly, her thumb stroking my palm. "I want to wake up like this everyday, forever and ever."

"Forever is a long time."

She opened her eyes as she turned her face to me. "What time is it?"

"It's not even eight. We both went to sleep early."

Ashley lowered her shoulder and pulled me on top of her. I wasted no time in covering her open mouth with mine. My tongue slipped between her lips, forcefully licking every spot. Her moans, combined with the soft breasts against my chest, did wonders for my morning wood.

For once, it was my sister who ended our fun early. "I hope my breath doesn't stink. I haven't brushed my teeth since yesterday morning."

"You stopped me just to say that? Here's what I think about it." Resealing her lips with mine, I probed the inside of her mouth even more rigorously. I didn't care if the aftertaste of my cum lingered on her tongue. I wanted to show her I was willing to do anything to satisfy her.

Ashley gave my butt a small squeeze, causing me to thrust into her groin. She whimpered sharply. "Mmm, you're so hard. Do you need me to relieve it?"

"I think I should do this alone. I really need to use the restroom."

"I'll go with you. I need to freshen up, too."

I held Ashley's hand as I helped her off the bed. She crossed her right arm under my left, nestling her head on my shoulder. We walked to the bathroom side by side.

"Mom and dad aren't awake yet," Ashley whispered, pointing at their closed door.

"Let's keep it that way," I whispered back. Turning on the bathroom light, I made a beeline to the toilet.

Our bathroom is very spacious, almost like it's two in one. The counter has two sinks and it wasn't unlikely for both to be preoccupied on school mornings. Behind a mosaic glass door is another room, big enough to be a separate bathroom, for the shower. It even has it's own lock, so it's possible for Nikky, Ashley, and me to be in the bathroom all at once, although we have unwritten rule stating if anyone is taking a shower, we don't enter at all unless it's an emergency.

It was a little awkward urinating with Ashley in the room. The counter covered my lower half from anyone who may be at the sink, but the door was generally locked whenever the toilet was in use. She made no attempt to peak at me, however.

Ashley brushed her teeth with an electronic toothbrush, leaving the sink running to drown out the sound of my business. When I finished, I stood beside her with my own battery-powered brush, mimicking her movements. She caught on quickly. "Ha ha, fery funny, mifter," she said, her mouth foaming with bubbles.

Rinsing my mouth, "What? I'm just trying to brush my teeth."

"Oh ya?" Rinsing just as hurriedly, she took another mouthful of water and spouted it at me.

The jet of water hit my arm and sleeve. "Ah! I can't believe you did that. You're in trouble now."

Ashley stuck out her tongue. "What are you going to do about it, huh?"

"Something like this." I filled my plastic cup with some water and flung it toward her. I wanted to splash her arm like she had done to me, but before the water could land on her, she turned her body toward me, letting it wet the front of her shirt instead. It wasn't a lot of water, but it was enough to make the fabric cling to her skin, and I could see the light purplish coloring of her right bra cup beneath it.

"Look at what you did!" Ashley gasped. The bra became more visible as she stretched the top and bottom of the shirt. "Now I need to change. Or maybe," tapping her breast, "I should walk around the house like this and show mom and dad what you did to me."

I grabbed a towel and used it to hide my growing erection as I tried to hand it to her. "You remember what mom said last night, don't you?"

Ashley refused to take the towel and began to casually brush her hair. Not that it needed any work in the first place. "About me wearing nothing but underwear around the house? Of course I do, but this time it's your fault."

The thought of my sister purposely exposing herself excited me, even after considering whom it'll be in front of. Two can play this game. "Okay, let's go. I might as well enjoy the view while I can."

"Hmph, alrighty then." Ashley put her brush down and I followed her bouncing butt to the kitchen.

Yesterday's full course breakfast was a rare treat; a real meal in the morning doesn't happen often in our house. Today, Frosted Flakes were the only thing on the menu.

Ashley placed the milk and cereal box on the table. "It's so sunny outside. Makes me wish we had a swimming pool."

I set two bowls and spoons and sat beside her, taking note of her dried shirt. "Me too. I would love to see you in a bikini."

She poured cereal into each of the bowls. "One problem."

Returning the favor by pouring the milk, "And what would that be?"

"I don't have a bikini."

"Really? Your closet is packed with clothes. I thought you'd have something for any occasion."

"Well, it's not that I don't have any swimwear. It's that they're all one-pieces."

Thinking back on the few times we have swum together, it's true I'd never seen Ashley in a bikini. I simply figured it's because she was in front of the family and didn't want to reveal too much. But even when her taut tummy was covered up in a bright yellow Lycra swimsuit, she looked absolutely radiant. Those rare vacation breaks were the closest I've gotten to seeing her impeccable physique without any extra clothes to hide her graceful curves. Then to watch her rise up out of the water with her golden hair clinging against her face and little droplets shimmering all over her skin was more than enough to keep me from getting out of the water myself.

"Brian, can you take me shopping for one? You can help me pick something you like."

"What, a bikini? You trust me enough to make a decision like that?"

"It'll be a special one I'll wear only for you. After all, you did bring up the topic. Think of it as my early birthday present. What do you say?"

Sure, I might've seen my sister in lingerie once or twice now, but a bikini is an entirely different matter of the utmost importance! It's my civil duty to take her shopping for a set. "Sounds great. And I assume you want to go to the beach, too?"

"Yep. Let's go whenever mom and dad take their vacation. Then we can have our own."

"That sounds even better. How long have you been planning this out?"

"It's been on my mind for awhile. You know, the past two minutes and all."

Ashley and I chuckled together. We never would've had this sort of conversation prior to that weekend. Now it feels natural, like we're a real couple.

As we were about to finish our small breakfast, I heard feet shuffling in the hallway.

Our mom, Helena, yawned when she saw us. She had one hand behind her long blonde scraggly hair -- looking even worse than mine -- and the other over her mouth. "Oh, good morning, kids. You're both up early." She tightened the light blue robe around her waist.

Our dad, Richard, was following closely behind her with one hand scratching his belly. He was walking on the ends of his green plaid pajamas and looked like he would trip on them any second. "I must still be sleeping. The kids are never up before us."

Taking the empty bowls to the sink, I remarked, "That's right, you're both dreaming. How about you two head back to your bedroom and sleep some more."

"Feisty this morning, aren't we," Helena joked. She and our dad took a seat across from Ashley. "Brian, just leave the bowls here. I think we're in the mood for some cereal."

"Sure thing." I returned to the table with the bowls.

Ashley stood up, twisting her upper body to her left until it cracked loudly. Then she twisted to her right, making another cracking noise. "Ah, much better."

Dad shuddered uncomfortably. "Ugh, I don't get how you can crack your bones like that and not permanently injure yourself. Fingers I can understand, but not your back."

"It doesn't hurt, daddy. Brian and I had a reeeally tense night last night." Ashley stretched her arms high above her head, raising the oversized shirt just enough to show her peachy midriff. My shorts barely clung to her hips. A slight tug and they would've fallen to the floor. But I wasn't able to concentrate on Ashley's body; I was more worried about what she would say next.

"And what were you lovebirds do-" Dad stopped mid-sentence. "Are you wearing your brother's clothing," he suddenly asked, crunching on a mouthful of cornflakes.

"Yes, I'm wearing his clothes. Don't I look cute it them?" My sister spun around to show them off.

"Looks a little big on you," mom said to her. Facing me now, "Any reason why she's wearing your things?"

I didn't know if Ashley was trying to make me sweat or she's actually clueless, but if it's the former, she's doing a damn good job of it. Letting my sister "expose" herself didn't seem like such a great idea anymore. "They, uh, don't fit me anymore. So in-instead of throwing them away, I asked if she, um, wanted to take them. And she did. So now she's wearing them." While I told our parents this, Ashley nodded at my every word.

Mom narrowed her eyes, giving us the detective look that suspects there's more to it than that. Before she could speak, our dad came to the rescue and cut her off. "Helen, honey, leave them alone. Let them wear whatever they want. I just noticed Ashley's clothes looked a little large, that's all."

"All right, all right, I don't really care anyway. Better than throwing it out, I suppose." She gave her bowl a few stirs with her spoon. "Did either of you bring in the newspaper yet? I need to find some shoe sales."

"Not yet but Brian and I will get it." Ashley placed her hands on my shoulders and quickly pushed me through the living room and out the front door. Behind us, I could hear dad scold mom about her shoe-buying antics.

Once we were clear of the door, I abruptly dug my heels into the ground.

"Brian, why'd you stop?" Ashley let go of my shoulders, continuing ahead of me toward the driveway.

"Ash, don't walk away from me. Are you trying to get us caught?" I grabbed her right wrist and she immediately turned around. I was just about ready to tell her exactly how annoyed I was with the way she's being so careless about our relationship. I may have overlooked her actions before, but I needed to set things straight with her right away.

However, my initial anger subsided into nothingness when I saw Ashley's face. Her expression wasn't one of surprise, confusion, or - thank goodness - fear. What I saw was a subtle smile, two beaming eyes, and long flowing tresses carried by the gentle summer breeze over her innocent face. How can I be angry in light of a sublime portrait like that?

Even when something isn't quite right, there are faint upward curls in the corners of her mouth. "What's gotten into you? Why are you so riled up all of a sudden?"

"I-I... I don't know. The things you said a while ago, you have no idea how nervous you made me. It's like you might as well tell them every little detail about what we were doing last night. Jeez, Ash, 'we had a really tense night?' If they think outside the box for one second, they'll figure out what we've been doing, or at the least something else we shouldn't be."

"Brian, I think you're overreacting. In their eyes we're perfect in every way. How many times do I have to tell you I know the consequences of what we're doing? It's not like I want them to find out." Ashley took a step toward me and held my right hand in her left, entwining our fingers together. "I want to be intimate with you and them knowing will ruin it for me. For us. There are still so many things I haven't experienced yet. It's too early to end this."

"Maybe I am overreacting but just because you don't think we'll get caught doesn't mean we won't. There's nothing else I would love to do more than to show the world our affection when we're out on a date or whatever. It's when we're around the house we need to cool it. I... I don't want this to end either."

"Oh Bry..." Ashley fell into my chest, hugging her arms around me. I stumbled a step backward. "Do you mean it? About going on a date together?" She gazed into my eyes, searching for an answer.

I immediately straightened myself up. "Y-yeah, I mean it. It's not like we haven't gone out together before."

"But, you mean a real date, right?"

A date... with my sister. Did I really just ask her out? I didn't intend for the "d" word to actually mean anything when I said it. I wanted to propose a night out for the two of us eventually, but this was hardly the romantic gesture I've envisioned. But if Ashley is saying yes, then I'll gladly accept it. "Yeah, Ashley. A real date."

Smiling happily, she hid her blushing face in my chest. Till now, my arms had been dangling beside me, somewhat stumped by the change of events. I've had never seen my sister like this before. She looked so... cute, almost like she's a child again. To me she sort of still is. It amazes me how she can balance her youthfulness and maturity together.

Surrounding her shoulders in my arms, I hugged her snugly against me. It seemed like an eternity since I held Ashley like this. She hasn't left my sight all weekend yet I missed everything about her. For a moment I forgot where we were, why we were even out of the house. "Ash, mom and dad are going to wonder what's taking us so long."

She remained steady. "I don't care about them anymore. They can wait another minute... another lifetime."

If only things could be that simple. Gazing down at her, I tenderly kissed the top of her golden hair. "What am I going to do with you?"

Ashley lifted her head, still adorning her beautiful smile. As I stared into her glimmering eyes, I regretted feeling what I did minutes ago. She's grown into such an incredibly smart and sexy gal. There was no mistaking her words, her emotions; she meant everything she's said to me. It was time I trusted her more.

I gave my sister another small kiss on the forehead, squeezing every last ounce of warmth out of her. With a satisfied sigh, she finally let go. I knew I should've done the same, but I wanted to prolong the moment for as long as I could. Turning her around in my arms, I followed her tiny footsteps as she tried to walk in my embrace.

I needed to be more like Ashley.


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

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Oh….Ashley

Update-11

"Brian, help me out with this," Ashley called from my computer. "I forgot where I turn in this quest."

I laid down my magazine and hopped out of my bed to her side.

"Here. Look at your map," I pointed on the screen. "Whenever you finish a quest, find this yellow dot."

"And what about these red dots? There's like twenty of them in the way."

"Those represent wild beasts. Your character can track where they are."

"Hmm, all right." Peering closer to the monitor, my sister resumed her adventurous journey.

After our early morning chore, Ashley and I retreated to my room to do who-knows-what. She made the unusual suggestion of trying out the online phenomenon I've been so addicted to over the past few months. Not one to deny her request, I promptly loaded up the game and let her create a new character to try out.

Nearly an hour had passed since she started playing. With nothing else to do, I was skimming through the latest issues of my PC and tech magazines. Only the tapping of the keyboard and mouse clicks kept me from dozing off from boredom. It's a huge contrast to what I experienced the day before.

Flipping through the pages, an attractive redheaded female in a seductive pose caught my eye. Sex sells, even when it comes to gadgets. The full-figured model sported a sleek MP3 player on her hip.

Ashley's birthday was coming up in a month and I didn't have a clue what I should be getting her. The previous year, I bought her a few DVDs for her movie collection, but this time I wanted to get her something really fancy. I should've been thinking rings and diamonds instead of electronics, considering where our relationship was headed, but she knows me well enough to understand I'm not that kind of guy. Plus, it might be weird for her to receive expensive jewelry from her brother in front of the parents. Something like a MP3 player would be far less suspicious. Then again...

"Briii-an, I need your help with this."

I lost count of how many times Ashley had called my name. With every cry for help, I flew to her side, like I was making up for the gaping hole in my childhood illusions of becoming a superhero. I rolled out another chair and sat beside my damsel in distress. "What can I do for you, Ash?"

"This imp-thingy is pissing me off. It keeps calling two more of those monsters to attack me whenever I almost kill it."

Remembering how much trouble I had with the same creature, I instructed, "That's because some monsters like to run away when they're low on health. What you should do is use this skill at the start. Then you use these two to weaken it. Make sure you run way back here when you fight it so it's too far from his friends. As it runs, use this to slow it down and... Ash? Got that so far?"

Ashley had her left elbow on the edge of the table, her chin in her palm. Her eyebrows were furled in concentration, although confusion was probably the more accurate term. I couldn't help but notice how charming she looked.

"I don't understand a word you just said. Why don't you do it for me," she suggested.

My geeky side reared its horned-rimmed glasses-wearing head. "All right, scoot over a little. Watch and learn, for I will teach you a valuable lesson."

Ashley did as she was told and I centered myself in front of the screen. Tilting my head back and forth, I reigned my fingers over my personal domain. Once I get in the zone, nothing can overtake my focus.

But for some reason, my detailed strategy didn't work out the way I hoped it would, and I ended up dying more than a few times. Ashley found my deaths amusing, however; she laughed a little louder each time my corpse dropped to the ground.

"You're right, I'm learning so much from you," she mocked.

"Damn it, I'll get the bastard. It's been awhile since I've done this and the server is lagging. My latency is like three times higher than usual."

My concentration broke when I felt something land on my lap. I looked down and spotted both of Ashley's feet inches from my cock.

"Um, what are you doing?" I asked dryly, watching her toes wiggle sprightly.

She slouched slightly in her chair, stretching her feet toward my growing erection. "You look really cute when you're angry."

Glancing behind her at the open door, I repeated, "What are you doing?"

"Shhh," my sister abruptly sounded. She kicked the side of my chair's backrest, turning me to face her. With her eyes locked onto the tent in my shorts, she purred, "Let me see what we have here."

Ashley's right foot returned to my groin. I gasped inside my mouth, doing my best to keep silent. Voices from the living room TV reminded me we weren't alone in the house. Using her other foot, she rubbed the length my shaft, which was burning against my inner thigh. The death cry of my character failed to draw my attention.
"Do you feel okay, Brian? You look flustered."
I couldn't answer her; I could only stare at her foot teasing me.

After a few painfully slow strokes, Ashley bumped the front of her chair into my legs, her knees bending as we moved closer. She straightened her right leg to my face and lifted my chin with her toes. Sucking the tip of her left pinky in the corner of her mouth, she ran her foot down my chest. "You look really, really cute."

Ashley sunk lower in her chair as she continued to play with my cock. Both of her feet moved in tandem in an attempt to get me off. At least that's what I was hoping was her intention. Otherwise I'd be in a very grumpy and bitter mood.

The feeling wasn't as intense as the messy handjob from last night, but any sort of advance on her end was enough to arouse my senses. Being able to see my sister do this in broad daylight was icing on an already yummy cake. To gaze into her light brown eyes, to lust after her airy lips, to adore her rosy cheeks... she could've been sitting there reading a book and I would've felt the same way.

Ashley began to stroke my hard-on in opposite directions, moving one foot downwards while the other went up. Occasionally they'd meet in the middle and she'd give me a squeeze. And every time she did, I'd bounce off the backrest as shivers rippled through my spine. Excited as I was, her docile pace prevented me from going completely overboard in pleasure.

Oddly, it was Ashley who appeared to be getting restless as the footjob went on. Her butt squeaked against the leather seat as her knees couldn't decide whether they wanted to stay apart or together. I could see her breasts swelling through the loose shirt she still wore.

What my sister did next shouldn't have surprised me anymore, but it did. Not one to ignore her own needs, her right hand hovered over the hem of her shorts, her middle finger poking its way through the waistband. Closing her eyes, she bit down on the pinky in her mouth as she slowly played with herself.

Ashley giggled a giggle that border lined naughty and nice. "Mmm, it's been too long. Twelve hours at least."

I watched her finger slide in and out of her shorts with pure devotion. "We've been asleep for almost ten of them," I said.

"You know what I was dreaming about?" She tilted her head to her left, causing strands of her hair to partly drape over her face.

"Normally I'd say rainbows and unicorns but now I don't know what to think."

Ashley opened her eyes. "I'm impressed. But then, maybe I should be worried."

"About what?"

"You can actually joke around with your cock being toyed with. I hope I'm not losing my touch." At the microscopic chance she was, she increased the pressure on my shaft. It stretched as high up as it could under my shorts, allowing her easier access to rub the entire girth.

If the size of my cock wasn't enough proof, I faintly assured her, "Don't worry, you're not."

"I kind of liked it when you can't say anything. Besides sex-related stuff."

"I thought my witty comments were what you liked the most about me?"

"Yeah, just like that one." In the brief second it took me to gaze at my sister's smile, she slipped two more fingers inside her shorts. Her ability to fulfill her own desires while handling mine also had me grinning.

"How many times a day do you, um, do that?" I asked.

Ashley pulled her hand out to examine its shiny coating. "What makes you think I even do it every day?"

Before two days ago, nothing would've led me to believe she does it at all. Not that I believed she wasn't educated on the subject, but because she's my little sister and it's forbidden to masturbate with a horny older brother who yearns for her one room away. Kind of ironic now that I think about it. "All right, how many times a week?"

"Hmm... at least fourteen." Inserting her fingers into her mouth, she sucked loudly on her juices. My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets; how I wished it were my mouth tasting her delectable juices! I became thirsty in an instant, and the only thing that could quench it was my sister's moisture.

Ashley pulled her fingers out with a pop, and then slipped them back into her shorts. "I've been doing it more and more recently," she freely added.

"So, ah, at least twice a, uh, day?" I gulped between every word.

"Mm-hmm. You're quite the curious one today."

"I thought I knew everything about you, but now I'm learning you're a sex-crazed bunny."

"You make it sound like a bad thing. It's only your carrot I'm hungry for." Ashley winked slyly beneath the hair over her eyes.

"And that's what you're digging for?"

"Yep, exactly."

Life was good and all seemed to be going smoothly. A nice conversation between siblings with a little bit of foreplay to spice things up. That is, until a motherly voice in the background nearly caused me to jump out of my seat. Thank goodness Ashley's feet were there to hold me down.

Our mom poked her head into the room. "Hey kids, doing okay in here?"

"Yes, mom," Ashley answered casually, still rubbing my straining shaft. She didn't look the least bit surprised. Instead, she simply gave me another wink.

Because Ashley was between the door and me, our mom couldn't see what we were doing. Only the top half of Ashley's head and my upper body were visible over the backrest of her chair. For all she knows, we could've just been chatting in front of my computer.

Shuffling through her purse, mom said, "I'm going to the market right now and I'm wondering if there's anything else besides the norm you guys want me to pick up. Your father wants to try out his new grill tonight for dinner."

"How about some whipped cream and chocolate syrup," Ashley asked, a wicked grin stretching across her face.

"Hmm? What for?" Mom looked up at me a little perplexed. I tried my best to recompose my dumb expression, but Ashley wasn't making it easy for me.

"I want to have some toppings with my hot, tasty ice cream." As Ashley said "cream," she gave my erection an extra rough grope.

I lurched forward with mom still eyeing me. My heart stopped from the shock and dread of getting discovered. It wasn't until a foot nudged me in the stomach it resumed beating.

Despite my sister's strange choice of words, "hot" and "ice cream" didn't seem to register anything out of the ordinary in our mom's mind. "Are you okay, Brian? Your cheeks are bright red. Almost as bright as your nose last night."

"Don't you have to go now," I desperately pleaded. The dam was nearly ready to burst and it wasn't something I wanted my mother to witness.

"There's no need to be so subtle. If you want me to go, then just tell me. We're both adults here; let's not beat around the bush. Time is precious, right? Tell me to quit blabbing away and-"

"Mom!" I yelped.

"Oh c'mon, I'm only messing with you. Okay, I'll go now. Picking up Nicole on the way home as well. See you guys in an hour." She disappeared before Ashley and I could say our good-byes.

"Ash, you're killing me," I exasperated.

"Really? You want me to stop?" She eased her feet off my throbbing cock. I felt a healthy dose of cum trickle out of it beneath my shorts. "I thought we're having so much fun together."

"You'll kill me if you stop."

"Sounds like a no-win situation." Putting her feet back where they belong on my crotch, "If I were you, I might as well die after cumming."

"My sentiments exactly."

After a momentary pause, Ashley asked, "So how about you?"

"What about me?"

"How many times do you masturbate," she blurted.

I sensed her breathing heightening as her strokes on me, and herself, accelerated. "Once a night, almost every night."

"Why not every night?"

"Sometimes I'm so sleepy after spending all night with you I crash face first into my bed."

"That won't be a problem anymore. Next time you spend all night with me, I'll make sure my Tiger is taken care of." Ashley pressed the head of my cock down, watching its shape spring back up when she let it go.

"Are you referring to me or my little friend down there?" I said staring at her foot.

She watched my erection bounce as she continued to flick the head and brush the side it with her other foot. "Both. And I wouldn't exactly call it small."

"My friend thanks you for the compliment."

"It should come out and thank me personally."

Using each set of toes, Ashley grabbed the top of my shorts. I lifted myself up on the edge of my seat, allowing her to demonstrate how agile her toes were by pulling them to my knees. My cock rose even higher, struggling to free itself from the thin fabric of my boxers. Ashley moved her left foot into the gaping right sleeve and lightly touched the sensitive tip. A sample of my pearly cream welcomed her presence.

"Fuck, that's hot." With her right foot, she tried to pull the sleeve as far up my leg as she could. My cock poked its bulbous head into the open air and she started to flick and stroke it.

"It won't be much longer," I groaned. The contact was agonizing, amazing, and I wasn't sure if I wanted it to end of go on forever.

Ashley moved her hand faster between her thighs, biting her lower lip as her trembling knuckle gripped the seat's armrest. "I'm going to cum, too."

When she announced her imminent orgasm, I lost control. The first spurt shot right past her foot, landing on the edge of her seat. My pulsing cock jumped excitedly for the next one, hitting the side of Ashley's left ankle. She blocked the last one with her foot, the stream splattering against her toes. Having came so much the previous night, the amount of jizz I unloaded was three spurts more than I was expecting.

"Ooh, now that is hot," Ashley cooed.

I slumped down in my chair. "Did you cum?" I was so enthralled in my own orgasm I couldn't tell if my sister got off.

"Oh yeah," she said softly. "It's nice to have a smaller one every once in awhile. My body can only take so much."

Ashley removed her hand from her crotch. It was slicked with her juices, practically dripping from her fingers. With a sudden swipe, she scooped up as much of my cum as she could from her leather seat. The scent of our sex fluids mixing together was intoxicating.

"My favorite," Ashley swooned, bringing the load closer to her wet lips.

"Think it'll really taste better with chocolate and whipped cream?"

Ashley just giggled as she stuffed her fingers into her mouth. Raunchy sucking noises ensued, ending with another pop as she pulled them out.

"I'll clean you up," I told her. I stood up and lifted my shorts, ignoring the stray cum spots on my leg.

"Thanks," she said, as I handed her the hand towel I had used to dry her with from last night. She wiped her leg clean and tossed the soiled towel to me.

"Oh gee, thanks a lot." Discarding it with my growing pile of cumstained laundry from the past two days, I sat back down at my computer. "Guess I'll come back for this guy after another level."

In a low voice, Ashley confessed, "I don't think I'll ever get addicted to playing that game. But," leading my chin toward her with her fingertips, "I am addicted to playing this one."

"I'm starting to like this one, too. It doesn't cost me fourteen bucks a month to play."

She leaned forward and gave me a small peck on the lips.

"You haven't told me what you were dreaming about," I said to her, remembering our sidetracked discussion.

"It doesn't matter anymore. It won't be a dream for much longer."

* * *

"One well-done steak ready to go," my dad shouted over his shoulder.

"I'll take that," Ashley said as she passed the grill.

It was six in the evening and dad was cooking up steaks in the backyard. Less than an hour had passed from our afternoon romp when Nicole, my other younger sister, came home with mom from her sleepover. My time with Ashley had been kept relatively tame for the remainder of the day.

Dinner proceeded like almost every dinner before it. Except Ashley couldn't keep her feet to herself. Wearing knee-high socks, she brushed my leg throughout the entire meal. Not surprisingly, I didn't do anything to stop her. It felt comforting, like one of those things you don't think about, but when it's not there, you wonder how you ever lived without it.

As dinner came to an end, dad came up with an idea. "Everyone up for some golf after dinner?"

Mom quickly replied. "What, this late on a Sunday night?"

"Sure, why not. The kids don't have school."

"Yes, I'm well aware of that, but we still have work in the morning."
"Come on, mom," I interrupted, "it's not late at all; not even seven yet. Don't tell me you're afraid of losing?"
Mom shot me a piercing glare, though her smirk belied her true competitive nature. "Oh please, don't be so naïve. Just because you guys almost tied with me last time doesn't mean you're good enough to beat me."
"Then you wouldn't mind putting us in our place one more time."
"Don't try that trick on me. I know I'll win and I don't need to prove it. But," sensing every pair of eyes on her, "a little bit of exercise can do us all some good, especially you, Brian. You stay home way too much for a college student. You even have a car to get away from us with."
"Um, I'll be sure to think about that." Was my mom insane? The more time I spend away from the house, the less time I'll get to spend with my sister. Guess I'll just have to kidnap Ashley and take her with me wherever I go.
"Then it's settled," dad smiled, unaware of the wacky conclusion his son resolved upon. "Lace up your golf shoes and let's hit the green!"


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

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Oh….Ashley

Update-12

"You can do it, Rich!" my mom inspired. "Last one, make it count."
"Yeah, yeah, let me concentrate," dad retorted. After a seemingly long warm-up stretch, he swung his golf club and smacked the ball along the artificial grass. It bounced off a bumper to the left, ricocheted off another to the middle, and then descended down a short hill. "Oh yes, I think I got it," he declared enthusiastically. The ball continued to roll toward a fearsome orange polka-dotted dragon, but just as the ball was about to enter its open mouth, its jaw snapped down and blocked the narrow path. "Damn it!" he yelled.
For the umpteenth time, my dad feel victim to the various traps littered throughout the park's courses. It wasn't unusual for him to slip up - it's virtually reached the point of being ritualistic - but no matter how many times it happens, he always manages to draw a roar of laughter from the family.
Mom announced from the other end of the hole, "Nicole, sugar, it's your turn."
Nikky got up beside me from the bench and made haste to the starting area.
"Good luck," Ashley encouraged from the comfort of my lap.
Once Nikky had her ball settled, my right hand peaked into view, skimming over the bare skin before me. It had become a gut reaction for whenever Ashley and I sat alone. The benches at each hole were, conveniently, big enough for only two. Being the suave gentlemen I am, I let Ashley sit on my knee so we could make room for Nicole. But even when it was Nicole's turn to golf, Ashley never bothered with the empty seat.
My hands spent more time rubbing Ashley's legs than they did holding my golf club. There was no way I could keep them off her; especially with the skirt she was wearing. It was black and ruffled with white floral patterns, covering the top half of her thighs while hanging dangerously low on her hips. Her white blouse, which ended above her midriff, was just as elegant and sexy, featuring an even more complex floral design in golden sequins. The ensemble flourished more flesh than her regular outfits but was still far from showing "too much."
Supporting the definition of beauty were two heeled sandals. Dad disliked the shoes, saying they'd be a pain to golf in, but mom fell in love with the diamond-studded straps and demanded Ashley tell her where she had bought them. After asking where she got the money to pay for them, of course. The heels leveled my sister's eyes with mine and made her appear much older, like she was twenty instead of eighteen.
Ashley watched the others with a wide smile, doing very little else to let me know I was having any effect on her. That was fine with me, though; I was enjoying myself.
Unfortunately, mom had to butt into our affairs once again. "Ashley, it's your turn!"
Ashley plucked my hand off her left leg and stood up. "Coming!"
Sighing alone on the dark bench, I watched my sister prepare her swing. Like a proper girl should, she bent her knees as she positioned her ball instead of bending at the waist. It was to be expected, being with family and all. She had done this with the previous seventeen holes, but that didn't mean I couldn't pray for her to lean forward just once to get a snippet of her panties. If she even wore any that is, which, judging by how careful she was being with her skirt, could very well have been a possibility. Granted it's a minor possibility seeing as how I had never caught her without one.
Ashley swung her golf stick in a superb showcase of beauty and strength. Everything around her was reduced to slow motion. Her lengthy hair floated in the breeze as her skirt flew effortlessly through the air. Torso entirely rotated, arms fully extended behind her, she looked more professional than Tiger Woods. At the apex of her swing, her hair fell neatly in place around her shoulders, her clothing looking as sleek as the day she had bought them. Sure, it was just miniature golf, but this was miniature golf at its finest.
Her ball managed to accomplish what our dad's couldn't. It entered the dragon's mouth unscathed and rolled out through its tail to the lower level of the course, resting a mere foot away from the hole. Ashley hit her ball the closest out of all of us so far, and her elated laughter made sure everyone knew it.
I didn't give mom the liberty of introducing the next golfer, nor did I wait for Ashley to leave the starting mat before prepping my turn. She saw me coming and took two steps backwards, giving me all the space I needed. Sizing up the obstacles, I struck the ball with precise timing, allowing it to rebound off the corners and through the dragon to a hole-in-one.
"Nice shot!" Ashley exclaimed behind me.
A smug smile crossed my face. "Thanks. You're pretty good at handling long, hard sticks yourself."
She mirrored my grin. "Only because I have a brother who lets me practice."
Wrapping my left arm around her shoulders, we waddled side by side to the rest of the family as they finished their turns.
* * *
Shortly afterwards, it was time for mom's ceremonial reading of the scores. "With a final score of forty-two, taking home the title of winner and champion, is none other than me, the almighty Helena of Camelot Golf Park. Hold off the applause until after I'm done, thank you, thank you."
The audience booed unanimously.
"Ouch, ow, tough crowd. Moving on then. Coming in second, trailing by four strokes is 'Macho Man' Brian. So close, dear, better luck next time?"
"Yep. Next time, mom," I said.
"Looking forward to it. Behind Brian by five strokes is Nicole. Great job, honey. You made the biggest improvement out of all of us tonight."
"Yeah, Nikky," Ashley said, giving her younger sister a high-five, "you really surprised us."
"Ash, you're getting better, too. You were behind Nicole by only two," mom stated. "Last, and certainly not least, is Richard, whose score I will keep secret between the two of us."
Dad loomed over mom's shoulder. "It can't be that bad. Let's see, I got a score of... oh... this will remain classified information between adults."
There was a small round of laughs.
"What time is it now?" Nicole asked.
My dad peeked at his watch. "It's five past eight. About another hour 'til closing time. We won't be able to finish a full course at our rate."
"How about going straight to the more intricate holes?" mom suggested. Even though she had refused to come in the first place, the taste of victory proved to be too sweet to deny.
"I have no problem with that. How about you guys," dad inquired.

Ashley, apparently, had other plans for the rest of the night. "Would it be okay if Brian and I split up from you guys instead?"

"Um, yeah, sure." Dad looked down at his youngest daughter. "But what about Nikky?"

Nikky glanced over her shoulder at Ashley. I did the same and caught Ashley giving the twelve year-old a wink. "It's all right," Nikky said, turning back to dad. "I'll go with you and mom."

"Hmm, in that case, meet here at the fountain at eight-fifty?"

Ashley jumped to my side and hooked her left arm around my right, mashing the side of her breast into my bicep. "Yep, sounds like a plan."

Dad promptly led his group to the next course. "Okay, have fun. We'll be heading this way."

Ashley shoved her golf stick into my chest. "And we'll be heading that way." Not wasting any more time, she escorted me to the course opposite our parents. I turned my head behind me to see the trio disappearing behind some animal-shaped hedges.

We rushed by the first two holes before stopping in a brightly lit area surrounded by water. Ashley unraveled her arm from me and ran to the pier overlooking the expansive pond. After taking a moment to admire the view, she turned around with her hands behind her on the railings. "It's just you and me now, Tiger."

I hopped onto the wooden platform and surveyed the lush landscape. For a mini golf park, it had some spectacular scenery. Everything looked smaller, but still very impressive. "How did you do that?" I asked, laying the sticks against the rails.

"Do what?" My sister spun around to face the pond. She crossed her arms in front of her and propped herself on the barrier, pushing her breasts up alluringly.

Captivated by the plum-sized orbs, I blindly fished some coins from my pocket and held them out to her. "The thing with Nikky. It's not right for her to want to hang out with mom and dad. But you gave her a wink and then she decided to go with them."

"It's no big deal." She picked up a dime from my hand and tossed it into the water, unaware of what I was gawking at. "Nicole doesn't mind doing me favors. She and I have a special bond."

I tore my eyes away and threw in a nickel. "I hope it's nothing like what we have."

"No, you perv!" Ashley slapped me on the shoulder, almost making me drop the rest of the coins. "I do something for her - help with homework, give advice on boys, clothes - and she does something for me."

"Oh right, sisterly stuff." Her answer was what I had been expecting, although my shoulder could've done without the bruising. "So which hole do you want to go to first? How 'bout that one, with the roller-coaster loop."

"Do you really want to golf right now? 'Cause that's not why I asked Nikky for a favor."

As I handed her a club, she frowned at me with gross dissatisfaction. "Ash, whatever you're thinking about has to wait. There are still people around."

"Not for long. Most of them are heading back to turn in their sticks and balls." Ashley poked the front of my pants with her club for emphasis. "Come on, just trust me."

I looked around and unsuccessfully spotted another soul within a hundred feet of us. A part of me wanted to see what she had in mind, but the other half thought it'd be better to wait an hour until we're in the safety of our bedroom walls. "I mean it, we really should wait."

"Fine," Ashley sighed, "be boring. But I get to go first." She stomped to the next hole, leaving me behind to chase after her.

Over a bridge and around a sculptured bush of an elephant, my sister declared she wanted to test her golfing prowess on a hole with a large ramp and wide water pit. Taking a seat on a nearby bench, I carefully watched my sister from the side as she prepared her turn. She held onto each end of her club and stretched her arms far out behind her, jutting her shapely breasts through her blouse. She twisted her body sideways, keeping her arms extended, and exposing more of her midriff. Properly relaxed, my sister bent over at the waist, lower... and lower... and lower, until her left hand touched the ground to settle the ball, and her skirt rose high above her knees. Before I could jump off the bench and run behind Ashley to get a view of her delicious derriere, she straightened herself up and looked over at me.

"Are you okay, Brian? You're pretty quiet."

"I'm okay," I answered strenuously.

My self-control had completely disintegrated. Fifteen seconds of staring at Ashley's limber figure was all I needed to cave in to my primal urges. But if I were to succumb to her worldly charms now, that'd just give her permission in the future to suggest even more crazy ideas.

Self-control... self-control... I needed some self-control.

Ashley swung at her bright pink ball and sent it bouncing along the green, but the awkward animation prevented it from crossing over the water successfully. It splashed into the clear blue.

"Aww, man. That sucks," my sister pouted. She made her way to the ramp and kneeled down onto her knees. Reaching in with her golf stick, she pulled the ball closer and grabbed it with her hand.

Boy, did she look cute. I should've offered to get the ball for her, but I was so hypnotized by her childlike behavior, I could only think about how much I cherish her.

"It's your turn," Ashley hollered from the ramp, using the bottom ruffle of her skirt to dry her ball.

"Coming!" I prepped my shot by doing a few practice swings. My pants had gotten rather tight and I figured loosening my limbs might also loosen up the slack.

Keeping my eyes on the ramp and Ashley's creamy legs, I propelled my upper body forward in one powerful motion. Just as my club was about to collide with the ball, I looked up my sister, and my knees unhitched at the sight of her. Holding her pink golf ball between her thumb and main finger, she had the round object pressed against her scarcely parted lips, kissing it like she would a fresh, crimson strawberry, which further appeared like she was sucking on the tip of a long and hard treat.

My imagination works in strange and mysterious ways. I sent my ball soaring over the ramp and into the bushes to the side.

Moving her hand away from her mouth, Ashley said, "I guess it's my turn again." She sauntered toward me and bumped me with her right hip.

Screw self-control, screw self-discipline. I wanted Ashley to take me under her wings and do whatever she pleased with me. Whatever my baby sister wants, my baby sister gets. Does that make me weak if I want to give in to her frolicking? I've told her thousands of times I'd do anything for her, and no matter how troublesome it may have been for me, I've proved it, just to be rewarded with her smile. So why am I restraining myself from something we both wanted?

Like a brainless loon, I watched Ashley take her turn again. The only thing that registered in my sex-filled mind was the splashing sound of her ball plunging into the water. "Grrr, I'm starting to really hate this hole," she growled. "Can I have do-over? Brian? Bry?"

"Huh? Um, sure. Let me, ah, get your ball, too."

As I shakily kneeled over the ramp and peered at my reflection in the water, I came up with the perfect plan to win my trophy sister while retaining the last shred of sanity I still had. Well, not really a plan, but a goal. If Ashley wanted to have some fun, then we'll have some fun. I just needed to wait for an opening.

Below the shallow river was an undersea graveyard of neon-colored balls previous golfers had left behind. Seeing as how I had no intention of rummaging through thorny bushes for mine, I snatched Ashley's and an extra one for me. After drying them against the side of my pants, I handed my sister her ball. "Here you go, Ash."

Quietly standing behind Ashley, I waited for her turn with the patience of a kid next in line to the most death-defying, physics-bending roller coaster this side of the galaxy. Except my sweetie gives an adrenaline rush far greater than any measly park ride. Fully aware of what I was doing back there, Ashley bent her knees as she lowered the ball, offering me no quick peeks of her tushie that time. She swung at the ball and it hopped along the ground, hitting the incline and rolling back down to us. It stopped at her foot.

Here goes nothing.

"You're not hitting it right, Sis. You're making the ball bounce when you really want it to roll. Here, let me show you how to do it." I approached my sister and held her bare waist, resting my chin on her left shoulder.

Ashley immediately straightened her back against me. "Your hands are cold."

"Sorry. Let me warm them up." I slid my fingertips along her skin and under the bottom of her blouse. Her body was strikingly soft and inviting. Her mouth opened, but the water jets from the fountains drowned out whatever sound she may have made. My hands circled slowly above her stomach, feeling every restrained breath she took.

Ashley whimpered, "Brian... not now."

I whispered 'ok' into her ear, a tad shocked to hear her say no. It's unlikely she had a change of heart or agreed with what I said earlier, especially with her recent teasing. I held her hands as she clutched the stick and moved my right foot between her legs to position the ball.

"Tighten your grip," I instructed. Her hands clenched. "Now bend over a little bit." She did and my body stuck to hers like glue. Her amazing butt pressed into my groin and lively cock. "Ready?"

Ashley nodded, her hair brushing against my cheek. Turning her body with mine, we swung at the ball together. It cruised smoothly onto the ramp and over the river, stopping inches from the hole. "Not bad," she said, keeping her eyes on the ball.

"Thanks. But I'll need to redo my stroke." I released her from my hold but she didn't move. "Ashley?" Peering over her shoulder, I whispered into her ear, "Ash, it's my turn."

"Oh... kay." After a few seconds of hesitation, she finally stepped forward and headed to the other side.

Not wanting to leave Ashley alone for any longer than necessary, I speedily took a swing at my ball; it stopped shortly behind hers. Nearing my sister, I asked, "Need help for this one?"

She stood ready beside her ball. "I think I can handle it myself if it's just six inches away."

"That's not what I meant..."

Putting the ball successfully into the hole, Ashley quipped, "See, told you so." She turned her back to me as she bent over at the waist to retrieve her ball, keeping her knees together and her legs perfectly aligned. This had the marvelous effect of raising the back of her skirt high above her calves, high enough to show the bottom curve of her butt cheeks. This time, I had the perfect view to see it happening. And as high as her skirt went, so did my erection.

When Ashley stood up, letting what seemed like a full minute pass by, she immediately paced to the next hole, abandoning me with solely the tantalizing outline of her backside to keep me company. She didn't even look back.

"Wait up," I called after her. Not bothering to finish the hole, I grabbed my ball and ran to her side.
"This one looks like fun. Two jumps, a bridge, lots of corners. There's even a castle at the end."
The course was much darker than the others, with the only source of artificial lights coming from the castle and in the water. All I could make out was my sister's silhouette and the glowing golf ball between her fingers. "Yeah, this one looks like it'll be a good challenge."
Ashley dropped her ball onto the starting mat. "You can help me with this swing."
"It'll be my honor. I'll do anything for my princess." I gave her a small bow before positioning myself behind her.
It may have been dark, but she had no problem seeing that. "Oh god, you're so cheesy." My giggling sister adjusted her grip on the club.
Gingerly putting my hands on her elbows, "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
My princess trembled. "Right now, a good thing."
I caressed the length of Ashley's arms, enjoying every inch of her supple skin. Bending over her left shoulder, I brushed away as much hair from her neck as I could with my nose. She tilted her head away from me, exposing more of her skin to my hungry lips. "A princess needs to be treated like one," I whispered. Diving forward, I devoured her flesh.
Ashley arched her spine but I kept my lips on her neck. There was an abrupt clang of metal hitting the ground. I felt a slender hand on the back of my head, driving my kisses harder into her.
Ashley's breathing became rapid. "I thought you didn't want to do this now."
Speaking into her neck, "I changed my mind."
"Maybe I changed my mind, too."
My lips traversed to her cheeks. She turned delicately toward me and I swiftly covered the corner of her mouth. A weak gasp escaped her lips. "You didn't change your mind," I told her.
"I couldn't if I wanted to," Ashley murmured. With her back still arched, she leaned forward, nudging her ass into me. She turned her face closer to mine. "Is that a golf stick in your pants or are you just happy to see me?"
I quietly chuckled. "Who's the cheesy one now."
By then, all rational thoughts had left me. I didn't care where we were anymore. I didn't care how much trouble we could be in if anyone, especially our parents, caught us. Time stopped its flow and everyone else was nonexistent. Ashley was the only one deserving of my attention.
Reaching down with my right hand, I pulled up the side of her skirt, settling my fingers on her outer thigh. Oh god she felt smooth, more so than glass. My other arm wrapped around Ashley's waist, pulling her into me. I slipped my left pinky inside the top of her skirt and felt the frilly trimmings of her panties. I don't consider myself an expert in the subject but I knew it had to be something our parents wouldn't approve of.
Ashley absorbed everything I did to her body in silence. She made no effort to take control of the situation. My hands and lips were free to roam wherever I pleased.
"Still with me?" I whispered.
A brief nod answered my question.
As I ran my left hand over her taut abs, her chest rose in a single deep breath. I stopped under her two golden apples. "Fuck, Ashley, you're so sexy and hot."
"And you're so slow."
"Sorry. I can't get enough of--"
Without any warning, Ashley roughly grabbed my crotch from between her legs, forcing a gasp out of me as my aching cock pulsed in her hand. She swamped my open lips in hers, penetrating my mouth with her tongue. How quickly the tables have turned!
I could only imagine what we looked like that instant. The moonlight barely illuminated our lust-filled faces. Our bodies were fused together in one long continuous shadow. To top it off, a grand castle provided our fairy tale backdrop.
Ashley groped for the zipper on my jeans. She bluntly pulled it down and inserted two fingers through the slit. Fumbling for the opening of my boxers, she prodded my raging erection. Her chilly touch on my hot cock had me lurching onto my toes.
The weight of my upper body pushed Ashley down further. I raised my left arm over her chest, clutching her right breast in the palm of my hand. It was the first time I had ever touched her so explicitly. The ample mound was young and ripe. It filled my grasp perfectly, a match made a heaven.
As I kneaded her breast, Ashley managed to unleash my cock from its cage. In my zealousness, I wanted nothing more than to let her do whatever she desired with it, but my haunting flicker of reasoning returned, urging me not to. Could I really do this? Should I really do this? I honestly hadn't been expecting my cock to be involved in our petting. We were reaching a point I didn't think I could follow my sister to.
Ashley sensed my reluctance. Parting our mouths, she sternly whispered, "Don't you dare think about stopping now."
"Furthest thing on my mind," I replied, reuniting our passionate lip-lock. It's too late to turn back now. I just gave her my word.
Ashley fondled the head of my shaft beneath the safety of her skirt. Her thumb rubbed diligently over the sensitive tip, coaxing a droplet of precum. The base of my cock pressed against the burning crotch of her underwear. It was excruciating to be so close with only a thin piece of fabric separating us.
I needed to find another way to sate my cravings, fast. Removing my right hand from her creamy thigh, I hurriedly grabbed her other breast, my arms forming an 'x' over her chest. My sister moaned wildly as I savagely squeezed her boobs, her pert nipples pricking my palms through her top. "You're not wearing a bra."
"I hope that's okay with you." A smile graced her lips.
"Absolutely."
"Good." As if my erection wasn't under enough pressure, Ashley closed her legs, smothering it between her bare thighs.
"Oh god," I yelped. My cock was now completely enveloped in tender flesh. The heat emanating from her was immense and it swept through my tense muscles. She felt extraordinary, unlike anything I could've ever dreamed of. And this was just the feeling of her thighs. I'd die from pleasure if I ever get to explore her internally.
Ashley moved her hand from my shaft to the back of my right calf. She sunk her body lower, dragging me with her, and laid her other hand on her knee for support. I grunted as her ass drove into my crotch. Nearly losing my balance, I had to let go of her chest and hold onto her waist.
It took me less than a second to realize the position we were in. My conscience couldn't believe it but there was no denying what my eyes were seeing. Here was my sister, normally so demure and poised, bent over in front of me, with my erect cock snug between her legs. Her long blonde hair had fallen away from her neck, revealing the silky skin along the top of her back.
Subconsciously, I started to rock my hips into her. The thrusts were short, nothing too conspicuous. I didn't have the faintest clue what came over me. It isn't something a person does naturally, is it? Being a virgin, nothing could've prepared me for this situation. But come to think of it, how many guys have found themselves with their cock under their sister's skirt? It may have been because I was a virgin I felt I had to do it, to see what I've been missing out on all these years.
My princess swayed steadily with my movements. Each time I drew back, her skirt would lightly cling to my shaft, hiding it from sight. The overwhelming temptation to flip her skirt up and actually see my cock thrusting into her was almost too much to bear. I'd be able to find out what kind of panties she's wearing. But the image of Ashley being used like this while still fully clothed was just too visually erotic to give up.
My sister glanced over her shoulder. "Ooh... fuck. How do you feel?"
Words jumbled out of my mouth. "I feel... it's so... like I died and went to heaven."
Her voice was low. "Your cock is burning my skin. It's rubbing my pussy so good."
Damn, I love the way she talks. I wondered what she would say when we do it for our first time together. At our rate, it could've in five minutes. "Your skin is burning my cock. Yourpussy is rubbing it so good."
"Hey... you're the one banging my ass."
"And it's banging me back." An exaggeration, but I liked the sound of it more.
Ashley dropped her head. "I'm a nympho. Is that so terrible?"
"I like nymphos best of all." The thought of her with an uncontrollable sexual desire would undoubtedly spur even more salacious dreams. But how much truth was there to what she said? Apparently a lot going by her latest actions.
Our forbidden tryst seemed more and more surreal by the second. Everything we have done -- rather, everything she has done to me -- was beyond my wildest fantasies. Besides the taboo nature of our relationship, there was definitely another aura of excitement from our surroundings. The fantasy scenery, the wandering strangers, the extra background noises... they all made our act more thrilling than if we were alone in our bland house. The mental aspect overtook what I was feeling physically, and physically I was already in a huge rush.
"Ash, I... I'm going to cum soon. You're making me so horny."
My sister kept her head down in front of her. "Cum for me. I want to feel it."
"But where do I--"
"Nowhere. Just keep it there."
I nodded invisibly behind her.
"You can go a little faster if it helps."
"I'm, ah, not sure if I should."
"It's okay." Ashley gazed over her shoulder. "I'm not fragile. You won't break me. Not tonight."
"Oooh Ash," I moaned. That nearly did the trick. If she meant what I thought she did... Luckily I constrained my orgasm for a little longer.
Ashley made me realize something crucial, whether she intended to or not. She has always been the active partner, doing whatever she can to make me happy. I've been lying on my back letting her do all the work, partly because I didn't know what the hell I should've been doing, and partly because I wasn't sure if I she would let me. Well, now I had her permission. Here's my chance to be more involved.
I withdrew my hips and slammed into Ashley's butt. A very cute and sexy 'oomph' popped from her lips. I held her still. "Too fast?"
"No, it's fine." She reached behind her and gripped my left shoulder with her right hand, twisting her upper body toward me. "I... I didn't think you'd do it."
I slammed into her again, harder this time, causing her to squeal an 'ahhh.' It was cuter and much, much sexier than her 'oomph.'
She giggled. "That's more like it. I should make you angrier more often."
My next thrust was a soft tap. Lowering my hands to her ass, I pinched her cheeks through the light skirt. Ashley jumped onto her toes, curving her body to me in an amazing display of flexibility. I resumed my penetration into the crevice of her thighs, focusing my vision on her skirt and bare waistline as they moved to and from me. The speed of my jabs alternated, switching from soft and curious to fast and delirious.
Sweat began to perspire along my legs. It wasn't from exhaustion, but from the immense heat circulating through us. Each lunge would cause my pants to briefly cling to my skin. More droplets wetted my palms and forehead. Whenever I came, it would always be "natural," like there was no pressure to do it. But now, there was a large feeling of nervousness accompanying it.
"Ashley, I'm going to now."
She stared directly at me with unadulterated lust. Gorgeous, stunning, seductive... they all couldn't amount to how she really looked to me. "Go for it, big boy."
On her command, I gave Ashley a rough rigid thrust, sending my cock into a violent eruption. "Ahhh, yes," I uttered. Lost in the release, my hips couldn't keep still as I continued sawing my shaft in and out of her thighs, shooting my cum recklessly beneath her skirt.
Ashley closed her eyes but opened her mouth wider as she chanted, "Oh fuck, oh fuck."
I spurted blindly, unsure of how much cum I was actually firing. It felt as though my cock would throb for ages. Having been drained so much the past two days, there was no telling how much was still stored up. I found the uncertainty of it to be a turn-on. What can I say, I'm easily aroused. The sight of cum dripping from Ashley's chin and nose the previous night was hotter than I could ever picture her, yet the possibility of my cum soaking her skirt and panties while it streamed down her legs inflamed my hysteria.
As my erection subsided, Ashley let go of my shoulder with a content sigh and turned around. Her skirt flew off my limping shaft, exposing it to any wanderers who may have been passing by. I immediately moved my hands over it, hiding it the best I could.
"I'll help you with that." Ashley reached down and pulled my hands up onto her shoulders. Grabbing my cock with one hand and holding the front of her skirt with the other, she dabbed the tip clean with the inside of her skirt.
"Ashley..."
Keeping her head down, she looked up at me with a smile. "Don't worry, it's washable." Stretching the opening of my pants, she slipped my dry member inside its confines. "There. No one would suspect a-- mmmph!"
I pulled Ashley to me and kissed her fiercely. She tried to talk but my lips and intrusive tongue muffled her voice. The love and gratitude I have for her couldn't be expressed in words.
Ashley lifted my left hand off of her shoulder and lowered it between us, placing it beneath her skirt on her thigh. My tongue stopped moving when I felt a sticky and warm fluid on her skin. I've felt my cum before when I masturbated and got a stray drop on my hand, but this was different. I was feeling every slimy detail of my jizz on my fingers. And there was a good amount of it on her thighs, too. Touching it didn't scare me in the least, but it wasn't something I'd willingly do either.
Having felt enough of my gooey load, I tried taking my hand away, but Ashley gripped my wrist tighter and held it still. Her legs closed together, applying the same pressure she had on my cock a few seconds ago. There was still that distinct sticky texture of cum, this time smeared on the back of my fingers.
Softly, she asked, "How much is there?"
"There's, ah, a lot of it."
"Have you ever wondered what you taste like?"
"Um, not really."
"It's okay to admit it. I won't mind sharing some with you."
"Ash, I mean it!"
"Okay, more for me." My sister raised my messy hand from her thighs. I felt more of cum clinging to my hand as it brushed the inside of her skirt on the way out. She held my hand high in front of her face, observing every white streak on it. "You sure you don't want some?"
"Yes!"
Giggling, Ashley darted her tongue out and licked my middle finger. The sight of my cream accumulating on the tip her tongue had me entranced. She swallowed it quickly before moving to the next finger. "Oh god," I muttered. The strong musky scent didn't diffuse the slightest in the open air and it soon filled my lungs.
My hand became drenched in saliva. Ashley tasted every finger, the flap of skin between them, my palm, and even the back of it. When it was over, my hand ended up being wetter than when she started licking it.
"I didn't think a girl could be this crazy for cum," I said.
"Me either. But I'm going to make it my sworn duty to convert you into a cum guzzler like me. Do I need to remind you what I taste like?"
"Maybe some other time."
Just then, I heard a cell phone ringing. Actually, two phones ringing. I snatched my cell from my right pocket and Ashley snatched hers from my left. Since she didn't have any pockets, and had no aim of carrying her purse with her golf club around the park, she had me hold it.
I glanced at my caller's name. "It's dad."
Ashley looked up from hers. "It's mom."
Both phones stopped ringing before we could answer them. It didn't matter, though; we knew why our parents called. "We're ten minutes late," Ashley said, snapping her phone shut.
"Better start running."
We sprinted to where we were supposed to meet, making a brief stop at the pond along the way.
"Bry, what are you doing?"
I dipped my hand into the cold water. "Nothing, just washing up." Hopping to my feet, we dashed to the central area of the golf park.
When we arrived, mom was sitting down by the fountain and dad was carrying a sleeping Nicole on his back.
"Sorry we're late," Ashley apologized.
"No biggie. Let's turn this stuff in and go home." Dad gaped his jaw, yawning loudly. "Brian, can you drive? I might fall asleep at the wheel."
"Yeah, sure thing."
Mom handed me the keys. "Hope you two had fun."
"Yep, Ashley and I had a great time."


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

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Oh….Ashley

Update-13


"Dad wasn't kidding. He's dead asleep," Ashley pointed out. She was sitting in the passenger seat next to me while I drove us home.
"Mm-hmm, he sleeps like a bear," mom grumbled.
Peeking into the rearview mirror, I saw my mother careening her head to the side. "Looks like you're next, mom."
"I'm fine. Focus on the road."
The trip proceeded quietly for a short while.
"Hey Ash, when do you plan to take the test for your driver license?"
My sister started learning how to drive later than most other teenagers. Instead of at sixteen, her first lesson had only been three months earlier. But with her extreme smarts and dedication, she was able to catch on quickly and has been enthusiastic about getting her license as much as the next high school kid. Well, soon-to-be college kid.
Ashley remained abnormally quiet on the subject. I glimpsed at her through the corner of my eye. Her fingers were twiddling with the front of her skirt, which was partially flipped inside out. "Ashley?"
"Brian, slow down, please," mom said coolly.
"Hmm?" A sea of red lights flashed over the road. I stepped on the brakes and eased the car to a standstill.
"Ugh, traffic at this time of night? Good thing we get off at the next exit." Mom sighed wearily as she rolled down her window.
I never thought I'd be grateful for a traffic jam. Taking the opportunity to see what Ashley was playing with, I spotted the white smudges of my cum drying on her skirt. The light stain contrasted greatly against the dark fabric. "Uh, Ashley?"
She kept her head down. "Yeah, Bry?"
"Your driving test. Set a date for it yet?"
"Nope, I haven't. I still want to practice more."
"I've seen you drive. I think you're ready."
"Yeah, once. And it was for two minutes to the mini-mart." Ashley straightened her skirt out.
"Two minutes is more than enough for me."
"Why don't you drive with me? You can be my teacher."
"Um, hasn't mom been driving with you?"
Before she could answer, mom piped in. "That's an excellent idea, honey. Brian can drive with you in the mornings and afternoons while I'm at work and, if you're still up for it, I can drive with you in the evening."
"Yeah, that's a great idea. I'll totally be ready for the test soon."
"Hold on a minute. Whose car will we use? Mom, you're not thinking about leaving yours at home, are you? How will you get to work? Carpool with dad?"
"No, of course not. Ashley will be driving yours."
I was speechless. Ever since I had gotten my car, only one person has driven it: me. Heck, there were less people than I have fingers who've even been inside of it.
"So, how about it, Brian," mom persisted.
"Do I really have a choice?"
"You're the bestest big brother ever." Ashley leapt out of her seat and encircled her arms around me.
"Yeah... thanks."
It won't be so bad, I figured. Spending more time with Ashley is always a good thing in my book. And who knows, it might even be fun. I get to be Ashley's teacher. Plaid skirts and detention probably won't be in the picture, but I'm sure we can find a way to make things interesting.
Traffic refused to clear up for the remainder of the trip. Upon arriving home twenty minutes late, everyone besides Nicole was quick to spread out and finish any final tasks before calling it a night. By ten o'clock, the sole source of light in the entire house came from Ashley's bedroom.
* * *
Ashley was sitting at her desk in the corner of the room, speedily tapping the keys on her laptop. Meanwhile, I was lounging on her plush bed, watching an action flick on the TV. At least, I thought it was supposed to be an action movie. The effects were so awful it might've been a comedy, except it didn't make me laugh, either.
But who cares about the movie. I wasn't paying much attention to it and it sure as hell wasn't why I wanted to be in my sister's bedroom. After all, less than ten feet away from me was the love of my life. Even when Ashley is doing something as simple as typing, she manages to look adorable. Moreover her clothes did a great job of complimenting the overall cuteness factor. Her midriff was on display beneath a baby blue t-shirt and her long legs were outfitted in matching blue pants.
It was unbearable not having Ashley in bed next to me. She should've known I wasn't there to watch TV. We didn't have to be doing anything intimate. My private member could be kept under lock and key for the rest of the weekend, which technically would've been over in two hours, but that's forever and a day to me. I wanted to march to her desk, slam her laptop shut, and carry her over my shoulders to the bed. It's barbaric and selfish and I didn't care. There were questions I needed her answers to.
Alas, the prospect of her hating me for even a minute if I did all that would be too severe for my feeble mind to handle. Left with no other option, I pretended to watch the movie until Ashley finished whatever she was doing.
Fortunately the wait wasn't a long one. The familiar click of a laptop closing was all I needed to hear to know she was done. Ashley stood up and stretched her arms high behind her ponytail. Her nubile body twisted sideways in a spectacular showing of her bare stomach. She caught me staring. "Careful not to slobber all over my bed."
I gulped. "What were you doing?"
Ashley approached the bed with a bounce in her step. "Instant messaging some friends. We made plans to go to the theater this Friday." She lay beside me on her stomach, her face toward the screen and her feet flailing freely near my head. I scrambled off my back to copy her pose. When I reappeared next to her, she stared at me curiously. "What 'cha doing?"
"I want to be closer to you."
"I want to be closer to you, too." Her right hand reached for my left. "Let's go outside."
"Huh? Where are we going?"
Ashley rolled off the bed and pulled me to my feet. "Nowhere far. Just our backyard. Come on, you're not watching this movie anyway."
"All right, let me get my slippers."
After a quick stop at my room, we headed past the living room and into the kitchen.
"One sec. I could really go for some oatmeal-raisin cookies right now," my sister said.
With the cookie jar in-hand, Ashley led the way through the glass door to the yard.
There were two words that spring to mind when describing our backyard: "massive" and "barren." Not barren as in dead or wasted, but barren as in empty. Originally there were supposed to be trees and flowers embellishing every square inch, a finely sculptured stone grill for our barbequing needs, and, most importantly, an expansive pool for the sunny seasons. Unfortunately, the yard never received its finishing touches before we moved in. Dad insisted he'll have those things built, but fast-forward two years later and the area was still just a field of grass and a couple of trees.
The only things that have been added to the backyard were some furniture and a grill, all of which were situated on the porch. The lawn chairs and table gained very little notice throughout the years. Usually they'll be vacant until the summertime for a barbeque, much like the one we had earlier. There was one other piece of property, however, that didn't get used anywhere near as often as it should. It also happened to be what Ashley wanted the two of us to spend the evening in.
The furniture in question was the reclining lawn swing, and a very grand one at that. Cozy cushions, broad roof, wide enough for three, and not a single creak when it swings. Tiptop condition, due to lack of usage and dad's hyperactive attitude toward cleanliness.
Ashley glided to the swing and sat down, crossing her left leg beneath the other. Her right foot pushed off the ground, setting the swing motion. Enticingly, she patted the lonely cushion beside her. "Come on, don't be shy."
I ambled toward her and almost tripped on one of the lawn chairs along the way. The metal legs made a shrill scratch as they scraped the floor. "Gah, I hate it when people forget to push in their chairs."
Ashley giggled, and then suppressed it with a small bite of her cookie. "That was your seat."
She was right; I was the goof who had sat there during dinner. "Didn't anyone teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" I limped onto the swing, reaching for a cookie.
Mischievously, she spat some crumbs at me as she spoke. "What do you mean? Like this?"
I lurched away from her projectile assault. "Hey, hey! That's not very ladylike."
Talking in her normal polite manner, "Next time you'll think twice about lecturing me."
Looking up into the distance, I observed the millions of stars illuminating the night sky. I didn't consider it possible to see this many from where we've been living, but there they shone, basking us in their glorious light. "So, where did the sudden appreciation for stars come from?"
"I've always loved looking at them. We could never see stars from our old neighborhood. But up here, on this hill, we get an awesome view. They help me sleep."
"Yeah, I can see why."
The universe has never interested me much; I can care less about how nature works. Only the functions of manmade contraptions were of any relevance to me. It will take more than staring at the stars to change that, but learning this is one of Ashley's passions made it remarkably fascinating. It's another parcel of her life shared with me.
"Ashley, I need to ask you something."
She gobbled up the rest of her current cookie. "What is it, Bry?"
"You've seen my, um, cock a few times now. You've given me so much pleasure and joy; it's more than I could ever hope for. You're exciting, and fun, and unpredictable, and-"
"Brian, will you just ask it?"
"I... want to know if... I'll ever get to satisfy you. Like if you want me to. It seems like everything has been about me and I don't want it to be."
"Of course I want you to satisfy me. And you have been, by letting me do everything we've done so far. You're making me so unbelievably happy right now. Eating cookies under a starry sky, what more can a girl ask for?"
I reached out with my hand and laid it on her cold knee. "Ashley, I... I want to do more with you. To you, I mean. I want to see more of you and give you the same feeling of paradise you've given me. Don't you understand that? Don't you want that? I'm sorry if I sound, I don't know, pushy or childish, but I want to know if I'll get that opportunity."
My sister shuffled uncomfortably, looking away from me into the sky. "Oh god, I want to let you so badly. It tears me up at night when I need your touch and can't get it, knowing you're only twenty feet away from me on the other side of my wall. It got so painful sometimes I would sit on the floor against it, just to be a little closer to you, wishing with all my heart you were with me. But no matter how close I got, you were still a thousand miles away. I've thought about knocking on your door so many times to see what you were doing, maybe get a spark flying, but I could never bring myself to do it."
I shakily placed the cookie jar from between us onto the ground. "Why couldn't you?"
Ashley's voice began to break. She pulled both of her knees to her chest, my hand flailing off her leg. "I felt frightened, nervous. I didn't think you could love me the same way I love you. It wasn't until yesterday I heard everything I wanted to hear. And even after everything we said to each other I still couldn't push away those awkward feelings."
"But.... you seem so eager about everything we do together."
"Well, once the ball started rolling, I had to go along with it. I couldn't risk you getting tired of me."
Me, tired of my sister? It sounded like such a strange and foreign concept. Less than ten minutes ago, her typing prowess had entertained me more than a movie. As long as she remains the bright, gorgeous gal I've known since we were in diapers, there is no chance in hell I could ever get bored of her.
I sidled closer to Ashley and pulled her into me, nestling her head beneath my shoulder. I wanted to tell my sis how silly she sounded, that she needed to wipe away all the pointless worries she was harboring. But when I opened my mouth to speak, I heard something dreadful. Something that made me shut up immediately.
A sniffle.
It wasn't any sniffle. This one came from my princess. My baby girl, my darling sister.
A sharp pain stabbed at my heart. The cruel anguish of tears pierced me through my shirt.
I made my Ashley cry.
How did it come to this? I solely wanted to please the woman who's made me the happiest guy on the planet. She should've been enjoying the same sensations I've experienced, not shedding tears. She should've been in ecstasy, not sadness.
Ashley burrowed her damp cheeks in my rib area, her right hand reaching across my chest and clasping my shirtsleeve. I tried lifting her chin to console her directly, but touching her only made her sob more. I snapped my hand back, afraid of making her condition any worse. All I could do was sit there and listen to my sister cry away her woes.
An eternity passed and the world spun out of control. My body remained motionless as I contemplated the ghastly situation. Despair, confusion, and a hundred other terrible emotions consumed me. I had never felt so hopeless before. For the first time in my life, I didn't know how to help my sister. It'd always been as simple as picking her up from school, or assisting her with the chores. But this sorrow... it was more than I could endure.
I felt Ashley pull on my shirt, using it to dry her tears. Her trembling body grazed my side as she embraced me more securely; her whimpers fused with her sniffles. Despite her timidness to my touch, she ached to be closer to me.
And then I finally understood what she demanded of me. I couldn't believe how stupid I was for taking so long to realize it. If Ashley needed to cry, I shouldn't have been trying to stop her. I should've been letting her. She told me exactly what I needed to do and now she's waiting for me to make my move.
Hastily, I wrapped my left arm around Ashley's waist and yanked her over my lap. The momentum sent us plummeting onto my back. She writhed further up my chest, smearing her bosom against me, but kept her eyes away from mine. I traced the curves of her flawless body with my fingertips as she lay on me. Her trembles weakened with each passing of her ribs. I nudged the sides of her soft breasts with my thumbs on each upstroke. The pain in my heart perished when I could no longer hear her weeping. Our heartbeats drummed excessively, clearly. They echoed as one.
It wasn't my touch Ashley cowered from; she simply didn't want me to see her cry. What she genuinely required from me was my caress, for me to hold her in my arms. I didn't think it was possible for my sister to yearn for me as much as I've yearned for her. My infatuation had never torn me up so gravely as to be unable to survive a night without her endearment. This feeling of being truly needed was completely new to me. I made a promise to myself from that night onward to always leave my door open when she isn't by my side.
At last, I found my voice. "Ashley, I will never get tired of you, I swear it. That will never, ever happen. I wouldn't have poured out my soul to you if I weren't devoted to everything I have said. Please, trust me."
Ashley raised her flushed cheeks from my shirt. With an exhausted breath, she heaved her face above mine. The hot air flowing from her mouth tingled my lips. Remnants of her tears left a twinkle in each of her eyes. She looked so vulnerable, honest, and infinitely pretty. Her lips floated closer and I unsealed mine in preparation. Affectionately, she whispered, "I do trust you. I always have." Her head fell past my mouth, pressing our cheeks together. She whispered into my ear, "To prove it, I want you to be the first to feel me."
This was more like it. The evening had taken an unexpected detour but it was now veering safely back on track. Ashley was offering herself to me and I was willing to enrapture her in every way imaginable. There was one tiny concern, however; Ashley would be the first to let me.
My sister towered over my beating chest, her right hand wiping away the last of her tears. She slowly inched her fingers down her cheek... breasts... midriff... Its descent ended above the bowtie that was keeping her pants around her waist. Slowly, she pulled on one of the strings, but stopped before it could become undone. "Would you like to undress me?"
"Yes." It took all my effort to pronounce that single word.
Ashley scooted off my stomach to the opposite end of the swing. She leaned back on the armrest with her bent knees apart, and a hand patting her private area. Anxiously, I crawled between her legs, not once taking my eyes away from my treasure. The hand over her crotch vanished from my sight when I shoved her knees further apart.
My hands crept along her thighs and calves, savoring every second of this magical night. Ashley was giving me a present greater than anything that could be wrapped and stashed under a tree. She watched with attentive eyes as I prepared to open my gift. I hovered over her womanhood, pinching each thin string of her pajamas. "This is it," I thought. "I'm going to see my first pussy."
Up till two days ago, very few of my dreams had actually come true. The ones that did were things millions of other people have already accomplished, like making it to college or getting a car. Yet the many dreams I've assumed would never come to fruition, the ones involving Ashley, were soon becoming a reality every day. This was another one of my dreams coming true.
With a swift tug, the bow unraveled into two separate strands. Ashley and I inhaled sharply as her pants loosened. I grabbed the sides of the garment as she raised her butt off the cushion. Fluently, I began to slide it down her hips, catching a glimpse of black lace in the process. The pajamas slid to her knees, her underwear now fully in view. I took a breather to marvel at my sister's sexiness. Her panties were something right out of an expensive lingerie catalog. The exquisite embroidery, coupled with her pajamas, made for a bizarre pairing. Adorable and young on the outside, provocative and mature on the inside.
"Do you need help?" Ashley wondered, propping herself up on her elbows.
"No, I can do this. You're so beautiful."
She smiled and relaxed her arms as I pulled her pants to her ankles. Carefully, I lifted her left foot and slid it through the sleeve. Then I did the same to her right foot. Casting her pajamas behind me, I admired my sister for the hundredth time that day. Only one word came to mind: wow. And I mean wow, like "winning the lottery" wow, or "first person on the moon" wow. Ashley, the jewel of all of my fantasies, lay clad in a prim blue tee and devilish black thong, both of which did nothing to conceal her shapely curves.
I craned my head to her panties, memorized by the sweet scent between her thighs. The fabric, although extravagant, was very flimsy, and the flower tapestry failed to cover her most private of areas. Through the transparent material, I could see the lips of her leaking hole.
Ashley wriggled her butt, startling me a teensy bit. "You're breathing on my pussy."
"Sorry," I replied, predicting I had done something wrong.
"Don't say that. It feels good."
"Oh," I muttered. It was a relief knowing I didn't mess up. Her crevice had me completely captivated.
Requiring a closer look, I leaned forward till I was lying on my stomach, my eyes at the perfect height to examine her pussy. I've seen pussies from every source of porn known to man, but this one was real. It belonged to my sister, the girl I cherish so much, and that made it special.
As much as I desired to see it bare, I was more intrigued to see how Ashley would react with her clothing still on. I reckon it's another fetish of mine; sex is just more exciting to me when the partners are still dressed. The disheveled garments, the rush of getting off so great no time could be wasted in undressing, the way a playful shirt can accentuate the innocence of a girl in heat. There will be a time and place for frontal nudity, but this wasn't it.
I gently tapped Ashley's mound with two fingers, a bit of moisture clinging to my skin. She didn't wince a muscle. Instead, she looked down between her breasts to see what I was up to. I applied my left thumb forcibly to her pussy, the tip scarcely entering her slit. Brushing her labia, I elicited a soft moan from my sister.
With my other thumb, I pried the fabric of her thong until I encountered a protruding nub. Taking this to be the hood of her clit, I rubbed it in small ovals, barely applying any pressure. More moans came from a lust-filled Ashley. She got considerably warmer in a heartbeat.
"Take it off," she purred.
I was hoping to leave her panties on for a while longer, but if that was what she wished for, then I was more than wiling to obey. Hooking the straps of her underwear, I began to tug the moist clump of lingerie down her toned thighs, her vagina miraculously unveiled to my probing eyes. A clean triangular patch of blonde hair resided above her puffy, pink lips. It looked like it might've been trimmed, but considering how perfect my darling is, maybe it just grew that way.
I brought my thumbs back to her lovely pussy. There is no better way to learn how to please my sister than to experiment first-hand. I studied every fold of skin as if my high school graduation had depended on it. The way her lips swelled when I parted them left me awestruck. The juices seeping onto the mattress smelled heavenly and addictive. The contractions of her tiny opening made me wonder how a cock was supposed to fit inside of her.
Ashley's feet bore down on my shoulders, encouraging me to do more to her sensitive body. I crawled closer, her feet now beneath my armpits. My head wavered an inch above her vagina, and I blew air onto it through my teeth. I rubbed arcing circles around her labia with my thumb, abiding my time to take the final plunge.
A hand latched onto the back of my head. "Oooh Tiger, you're driving me crazy."
"Sorry," I said to her pussy.
Ashley didn't seem to notice; her eyes were closed. "Don't say that."
"You smell nice."
"Then come closer." My sister mashed my head into her crotch, her pubic hair titillating my nose. So much for abiding my time.
She eased the tension, allowing me to regain control. Cramped beneath her legs, I removed my left hand from her slit and found a comfortable home for it on her belly. I prodded her tiny belly button with my thumb. The corner of Ashley's gaping mouth curled as I darted my tongue out and licked her exterior folds, tickling her in two spots at once.
My sister flexed her butt in response, jutting her groin into my face. She lewdly begged, "Go deeper. Lick everything."
Being so close to her, I had trouble seeing much of anything under the dim lights. My head blocked what little glow there was. That couldn't stop me from feeling my way around her vagina, however. I lowered my thumb from her hood and pushed apart her lips. My tongue delved into the pulsing orifice. Her cries of indulgence were music to my ears in an otherwise silent backyard.
I lapped her divine nectar straight from the honey pot. It's been too long since I tasted her juices. Being able to drink it directly from my sister made the flavor even more luscious. Who knew the female body could produce such a sweet and rich fluid? I finally understood why she craves the taste of my cum. We're a lot alike in that regard.
As I pleasured her pristine pussy, Ashley squirmed frantically, squeezing my head between her thighs. She hummed loudly, as if suppressing her squeals. I had to remind myself our parents' bedroom window was less than ten feet away from us. Although they wouldn't able to see what we were doing from their angle - the swing rested against the house wall - they would be able to hear us.
Ashley needed to calm down, I thought, so I replaced my wet tongue over her mound with my right thumb. It may have been cruel to stop when she seemed so close, but I could assure her she'll have her climax very soon. With my saliva and her secretions as lubricant, I inserted my thumb into the slippery hole, thrusting it steadily in and out. Her lonely clit poked out from beneath its covering, in dire need of attention. I aided it by flicking my tongue against the nub.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered endlessly. Whenever she curses, there's always a good reason ushering it. I peeked upwards as far as I could from my vantage point. Ashley's right hand had disappeared beneath her tight shirt, rubbing her right breast. Her left hand ran through my unkempt hair, kindling my ego. It was fantastic knowing I could make my angel behave this way. The confidence instilled within me was powerful. It felt like I was capable of doing anything.
I gradually pushed my thumb deeper into her pussy, curious to see how much she would willingly take in. Half of my thumb, up to the joint, got engulfed. Her muscles clamped on it, and I wiggled my digit sprightly.
Wait a minute...
"Ashley, you're not in pain?"
"Mmm, it feels so good. How could I be in pain?"
I know little about the human anatomy, especially when it comes to the female body, but I do enough to realize something may have been missing.
"Your, um... hymen."
After ten seconds of me diddling my sister in silence, she confided, "I... broke it. Not on purpose but... when I was thinking about you. I got a little carried away."
Holy... I couldn't believe it. Was she serious? Did I hear that right? I am the one responsible for making my sister break her hymen. I repeated it in my mind, over and over again, until it got engraved into my skull. I am the one responsible for making my saintly sister rupture her sacred, venerable barrier.
Coming to grips with what I had implicitly caused my baby to do, I plunged my entire thumb into her opening. Ashley arched her back brazenly. "Oooh fuck, Tiger!"
My sister bucked her ass off the mattress, shaking relentlessly, crushing my head between her thighs. My thumb couldn't plug the surge of cum bursting from her quivering pussy as my whole hand became doused in a slippery puddle of her juices. But I wanted more of it. I wanted to be drenched in her liquid. I madly rammed my tiny member in and out of her slit, oblivious to the cramping in my wrist. As her spasms slowly diminished, so too did my thrusts.
Ashley eased her thighs from my head, her chest still heaving. "Fuck, Brian. You really... surprised me."
"That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen." I slid my tongue over her swollen lips, licking up the copious syrup pouring from her throbbing hole.
Some guys may prefer it if their woman's hymen is intact for their first time together, and a part of me felt the same way, but knowing Ashley had been thinking about me when it happened aroused me tremendously. So tremendously, I wanted to jam as many of my fingers up her tight pussy as I could, similar to how she had stuffed my mouth with her cum-soaked hand during my massage. As long as I'll be her first, that's all that mattered to me.
As I tasted my way upward to her clit, Ashley cautioned, "Be gentle on it. It's so sensitive right now."
Remembering how touchy my cock could be after an orgasm, I kindly kissed the skin around her crevice. Her fleshy thighs, her puffy outer lips, the tiny golden strip of hair above it. All while rubbing her inner folds with my soppy thumb.
I made love to her delicate muscles, giving my sister the time she needed to rest her body. But no matter how much of her honey I drank in, she kept producing more. I immersed my tongue into the orifice to relish her internally.
Ashley buried my face in her crotch. "Ahhh, yesss. Fuck your sister with your tongue. God, I'm so wet."
My tongue was like a piston as it pumped through her hole. The sensation of her pussy squeezing me felt exceptional. Her contractions were pushing my tongue out and pulling it in at the same time. If only it was my cock inside of her instead.
"I love you so much, Brian," Ashley panted.
I wanted to say the same to her, but I figured the best way to let her know would be to knock her socks off. I pulled my tongue out of her, leaving it hanging from my mouth like the slobbering dog I must've looked like, and pressed it flat against her pink slit. As my top lip closed down over her clit, small tremors ran through her pussy, tickling my tongue and lips.
She murmured, "Gently... gently..."
With one slow, deliberate sweep, I licked the length of her pussy to the underside of her clit. She let out a long, continuous moan as my mouth enveloped her pearl. I sucked on the nub as if it were her neck, my tongue flicking it ever so softly. Her legs clamped my head between her trembling thighs.
"Ahhh, don't stop. Please don't stop," my baby pleaded.
Stopping was the furthest thing from my mind. Eating pussy is way more fun than any electronic device I have ever tinkered with. For her pussy to be shrouded from me all these years must be a crime. My sister suffered countless lonely nights in need of my devotion, and I suffered even more in need of her adoration.
I increased the suction on her bud. Ashley bounced her hips off the seat, humping my face. My tongue sped up to match her impending orgasm. I wanted my sister to be at the pinnacle of pleasure when she climaxes.
"Ahhh, this is it, this is it."
Opening my mouth, but keeping my upper lip over the hood of her clit, I dove my tongue back into her pussy. I hungrily licked the insides of her pink flesh, ready for the oncoming torrent.
"Oh fuck, yesss," she hissed.
Right on cue, her juices exploded from her slit, dousing my tongue and lower mouth in her love. It sprayed everywhere, uncontainable. I did my best to lap every drop, but Ashley shook wildly in the pangs of her orgasm. Using my right thumb, I pushed away her outer labia, giving my tongue more freedom of movement to draw out every last ounce of her honey. It felt as though I was drowning, but this was one time I didn't want to be saved.
It took Ashley what seemed like five minutes to recover. I had my head against her thigh, keenly observing her swollen mound for her breathing to return to normal. I would've fallen asleep by her pussy if she hadn't raised my chin up to her face.
"Thank you," she said meekly. "That was amazing."
"I'm available anytime you need another one of those." I dragged my limp body over my sister's, laying my head on her petite chest. I began caressing her legs and inner thighs.
Ashley stroked my right cheek. "I gladly accept your offer."
"Good. I wouldn't take no for an answer."
We reveled in each other's warmth, loving every second of our fondling. I was at peace on her soft and velvety flesh, wishing for nothing more than to slumber in the valley of her breasts.
"You did really good for your first time," Ashley said meekly.
"What makes you think this was my first time?"
I could feel her chest cave in as she chuckled beneath her breath. "Because then you wouldn't be single. You're not hiding any promiscuous girls from me, are you?"
"The only promiscuous girl in my life is you."
The swing continued to rock subtly with us in it. Ashley had no qualms about being naked from the waist down in our backyard. I was the only protection shielding her pussy from the night's wind. Her eyes were lost in the distance, watching the stars sparkle in the darkness.
"Let's go inside and sleep, Brian."
"Sleep sounds good." It saddened me to have to be away from her breasts for even the tiniest moment, but I knew we would be much more comfortable in bed.
Ashley slipped into her underwear and pajamas as I carried the cookie jar to the house. Looking behind me, I saw her unable to get up. "I'm so tired," she explained.
Smiling, I placed the jar on the lawn table and returned to my sister's side. "I'll carry you."
She surrounded my neck in her arms, gazing into my eyes. I lifted her with my right arm beneath her knees and my left supporting her back. We were like newlyweds bursting through the church doors to a new future together. My mind became clouded with visions of Ashley in a ravishing white dress, her groom none other than me. Deep down I knew I could never be that man, but the image still lingered. Is it feasible for Ashley and I to someday get married? There's no doubt she's the only one who can make me feel the way I do, but do I have the same effect on her?
"Brian, are you okay?" Her gentle voice awakened me.
"Yeah, I am. Let's get going." We exchanged smiles, hers filled with faith, mine with a tad of despair.
Marriage. Why was I thinking about something like that when I wasn't even old enough to drink? There was plenty of time to see how things would turn out. The summer had a couple more months to go, and surely our love would blossom beyond the season. First and foremost, I had the task of carrying my perfect woman to her room. She deserved the sleep after all the emotions she had gone through.
I laid Ashley on her bed, her eyes half-asleep. "Bry... don't go..."
"Shhh, don't talk. I'll be right here."
"Thank you. I love you."
"I love you, Ash." I kissed her on the forehead and draped a blanket over her body. Too tired to do anything else, I crawled beneath the sheets beside her.
Fortunately, our parents leave for work before we wake up in the mornings, so there was no need to worry about exiting Ashley's room and getting caught. My all-night studying and web-surfing sessions have taught me our parents don't check in on us before they leave for work either. Justifying the situation might be a bit tricky if I was to somehow get busted, but my exhaustion prevented me from analyzing the off chance any more than necessary. Sleep kept sounding better and better.
I held my sister's waist and drifted toward her neck. When said she wanted to be closer to me, she wasn't kidding. Nuzzling my nose in her hair, I silently dozed off with Ashley in my arms.


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

[pradeep8715]

Stories:-


(1) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664084-Big-Girls-Don-t-Cry
(2) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664082-Cheerleader
(3) https://vipergirls.to/threads/663995-A-Boy-In-Babeland
(4) https://vipergirls.to/threads/663998-...-Rub-For-Julia
(5) https://vipergirls.to/threads/663999-A-Hero-s-Welcome
(6) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664004-All-About-Simon
(7) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664006-A-Different-Party
(8) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664007-...ase-of-My-Life
(9) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664008d
(10) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664009-....usewife-Bange
(11) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664011-Good-Wife
(12) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664012-...hara-s-Descent
(13) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664013-My-wife-Bela
(14) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664014-...y-with-my-wife
(15) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664016-After-School-Job
(16) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664018-...9s-Evening-Out
(17) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664023-KAMINA (In Hindi Font)
(18) https://vipergirls.to/threads/664651-Oh%E2%80%A6-Ashley (Running)