pI was on my way to the airport when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number so I didn't answer. It buzzed in a second and I had a new voicemail. I was very tempted not to check it, but if they left a voicemail it must be something important. It was my little sister. Her name is Audrey, and when I say little, I mean little. I was 26 and she was 18. Mom and Dad must have been in a good mood the night she was conceived. They rarely were in a good mood. Before I left home, it seemed like they hated each other. I didn't know why they stayed together except they were extremely religious. They didn't approve of divorce, so they just hung in there, getting more and more surly all the time. Don't get me wrong, I loved them both. If you got either one of them by themselves they were really cool and fun to be around. Mom was just someone that needed control and Dad was someone who fiercely resented anyone trying to control him.
I saw them three or four times a year. I absolutely refused to go home, but I bought each of them open tickets to come and see me any time they wanted to, as long as they came by themselves. Audrey came by herself once when she was 12, but I hadn't spent much time with her recently. I felt guilty about that. I felt like I should swoop in and rescue her. She seemed like a sweet kid. The other little thing about her was her size. At 12, she looked more like eight. She was a tiny little thing the last time I saw her. The pictures she sent me showed that she was still very tiny. You could tell she was becoming mature, but it was a slow process. She called me once a month and we talked, sometimes for a long time. It wasn't time for that call and I wondered why she was calling from a strange number.
Her message said that it was an emergency and she needed me to call her as soon as I got the message. She left me a number, and I didn't recognize it. I called and a woman answered the phone. "St. Vincent's emergency room," she said. "How may I direct your call?"
"I'm trying to get hold of Audrey Davis," I told her. "I'm her brother and she gave me this number."
"Hold on a minute and I'll get her," she said.
It wasn't long before I heard Audrey talking to her. "Hey, baby," I said when she answered. "Why are you at the hospital? Are you okay?"
"No, Jackson, I'm not. There's been an accident. I have a broken leg and a broken arm and collar bone. Mom and Dad are messed up really bad, Jacks. They're in surgery and I'm so afraid. I think they're going to die! They had to cut them out of the car. A semi-truck crossed into our lane and hit us head on. I was in the back seat. God, I need you. Please Jackson, can you come to Boston?"
I hesitated a minute. This was going to take some frantic scrambling around. "I'll be there, Audrey. I'm on my way to the airport now. I was leaving for Hong Kong. I'll get a flight and be there as soon as I can. It's a long way from San Juan to Boston. I'm so sorry, baby. It will be a while."
"I'll be okay as long as I know you're coming," she said. "They're going to sedate me. I hurt really bad, Jacks. I'll probably be out while you're coming and I won't even know. I wouldn't let them give me the drugs until I talked to you. Please hurry! I'm so afraid."
She was sobbing and I could tell she was in a lot of distress.
"Hang in there, sweetheart," I told her. "I'll be there as soon as possible. Let them give you your medicine."
"I will, I promise. I love you, Jackson."
"Me too, kid," I told her. "Let me talk to the lady I talked to a minute ago."
The lady got on the phone and I asked to speak to someone who could give me more information about my parents. She told me someone would call if I would leave a number.
"I'm about to get on an airplane," I told her. "They won't let me use my cell phone and I won't have a signal."
She told me to hang on, and by the time someone came to the phone I was parking at the airport. It was a hospital administrator. She said that she had checked with the surgeons and that my parents would be gone in a matter of minutes. They had extensive brain injuries and they were on life support. As soon as the machines were turned off, they would be gone.
"My little sister is in the emergency room," I told her. "How badly is she hurt?"
She checked and assured me that Audrey was going to be fine. "She's badly bruised and battered, she has a concussion, abrasions and contusions and three broken bones," she said. "She's been sedated. She was in a great deal of pain."
I asked her how long they would keep her like that. She told me the doctor said at least two days and she would be taking pain pills for a week after that.
"Listen," I told her. "She's all alone there. I'm the only family she has and I'm flying in from Puerto Rico. Is there any way you could not tell her about Mom and Dad until I get there?"
"Of course, Mr. Davis. We're not insensitive to her condition. What do you want to do about the life support?"
"Is there any chance?" I asked.
"I'm afraid not," she said.
"They have a directive not to be kept on life support," I told her. "I'll call their attorney and have him get it to you."
"Thanks, and I'm very sorry about your parents," she said. "We'll take good care of your sister until you arrive."
I got my ticket changed and got on a flight to Boston. There were a million things to do. I had to notify my contact in Hong Kong that my parents had been killed in an accident and that I wouldn't be coming any time soon. I called the office and told them I was taking a six month's leave. I explained the situation and they didn't give me any grief about it.
I contacted Dad's attorney and got the transfer of the living will directive made. They had funeral arrangements made years before, and I took care of that, too. I thought about the situation for an hour. There was no way I wanted to go to that house. I called a moving company and arranged for Audrey's things to be picked up and taken to my house in San Juan. Mom and Dad's things were to be shipped and put in storage until Audrey had time to go through them. The flight was interminable, and I bought WiFi and stayed on the phone for hours, making arrangements and changing everything I had planned.
When I arrived in Boston, I rented a car and drove to the hospital. I found out Audrey's room number and went up. She was asleep when I got there. Her face looked like she had been in a fight. There was a bandage on her head and her left arm and right leg were in casts. The arm was in some sort of traction device of cables and pulleys. It was evidently broken badly. She had bandages everywhere I could see. If it hadn't been for her hair, I wouldn't have recognized her. Our parent's religion had forbidden cutting it. It was probably three feet long and flaming red. That's they only thing they believed with whic I ever agreed. I love long hair. Mom had been a redhead, too, but I took after Dad's side of the family. Audrey is five-two and I'm six-four. She weighed maybe a hundred pounds, and I was 230. Looking at us, you would have no idea we were related. I have dark hair. We share the same dark complexion, which is odd, because most redheads are light ginger types.
She looked terrible and my heart was breaking. I petted the unbruised and unbandaged parts of her, basically her hair and she opened one eye a little. She smiled up at me and went back to sleep.
They kept her high for another 24 hours, and the only time she stirred was when she was thirsty. I gave her ice water and she went back to sleep. I never left her room. They took the traction machine away the second day and she looked more comfortable. I made travel arrangements and got some things for her; personal items, a couple of pairs of sweats and hoodies to match, some shorts and t-shirts and flip-flops. I got her a big coat to wear until we got out of Boston, and a nice blanket to cover her up at the funeral. Mom and Dad had just wanted graveside stuff, and it was going to be simple.
When Audrey woke up, it was a difficult first couple of hours. I had to tell her Mom and Dad were gone. She was inconsolable, and I comforted her as best I could. I couldn't keep the tears back, myself, and we held one another and grieved. The funeral was the next day and they discharged Audrey an hour before. I dressed her in the new sweats and the coat and we put her in the wheelchair I had bought. I took her down to the car and we cried together for a long time after the service; she looked so pitiful wrapped in her blanket, two black eyes and her little face so bruised and my heart was breaking for her. There were hundreds of people there, mostly from their church. The pastor said a lot of inappropriate things about how they were saved but the rest of us were going to hell. Two dour ladies approached me about keeping Audrey in Boston. They felt that I was not a good influence on her, and as her spiritual mentors they should keep her. I know how to put down that sort of pretension, and they didn't stay long.
We said our goodbyes and I took her straight to the airport. I changed her clothes in the car and put her in shorts and a t-shirt. Mom never allowed her to wear shorts, and I could tell she was a little uncomfortable but she didn't say anything.
When we were checking in, she asked me where we were going.
"We're going home, baby," I told her.
"You mean to Puerto Rico?"
"Yes, is that okay with you?"
"I just thought we would stay here for a while," she said.
She looked so little and pitiful, wrapped in her blanket in the wheelchair that it made me cry. I knelt in front of her chair and hugged her. I kissed her cheek and looked in her eyes. They were blue/grey and full of tears.
"I live in San Juan and that's where you live, too," I told her. "You're all mine now. I've always wanted you to come and stay with me for a summer. This is way better. I mean, not that Mom and Dad are gone, but now I get to have you for as long as you'll stay with me. You're all I have, Audrey, and you're precious to me. I'm going to take care of you, baby, and it's going to be good. Will you give me a chance?"
She put her good arm around my neck and kissed me on the lips. "Yes, Jackson; I love you. I always have and I want to stay with you forever. I remember how nice you were to me when I stayed with you before. It was the best week of my life."
"Then it's settled," I stood up. "You're staying with me from now on. You're mine now and you're going to be treated like a queen. I'm going to make sure that happens."
The airline was very nice about accommodating her when they found out what had happened, and the stewardesses treated her like a princess. We changed planes in Miami. When we landed in San Juan there was a gorgeous sunset and a storm out over the ocean. I got her in my truck. She was still very sore and battered and she winced when I picked her up. She was light as a feather and so slender in my arms. I wanted to hold her forever.
I had a very large house on a hill looking out over the ocean. I had my own beach and the blue water droped off to a nice reef out there. There was a lagoon with lots of coral, and I wheeled her out on the deck and made dinner. We had fresh fish I had picked up in the market, and prawns.
I fed her prawns and bites of fish, which she washed down with orange soda. I remembered that was her favorite, and I had got some. We talked and laughed together until she was sleepy.
I put her in bed and she asked me to stay until she went to sleep. The next morning we ate fruit for breakfast, and she looked like she wanted to tell me something.
"Is something wrong?" I asked her.
"I smell," she said. "I need to take a bath. How am I going to do that, Jacks?"
"I'll wash you," I told her.
"Nooo, Jackson, don't," she was practically crying.
"Relax, baby," I told her. "No one is going to do anything to you without your permission. That's something that's going to change about your life. You don't ever have to do anything you don't want to do."
"Really?" she looked up at me.
"Really," I told her. "You aren't a slave, Audrey. No one is going to tell you what to do. Get used to it. That's the thing I hated most about living with Mom and Dad. They had all those rules about what you could and couldn't do. It didn't matter to them what you thought. You're grown up now, and you get to decide. I think you'll make responsible decisions. I may try to talk you into doing things I think will be good for you. For instance, why don't you want me to wash you?"
"Jackson! I would have to take my clothes off. You would see me naked! You're my brother."
"I've helped you get dressed twice already," I told her. "I've already seen you nearly naked. I don't think a little pink lacy bra and panty set would be considered much cover. I am your brother, you're right. That means I take care of my little sister when she's sick. I wash her, change her bed, give her medicine, carry her around when she can't walk, whatever it takes. That's what you do for people you love."
"Are you sure? It's very embarrassing."
"Would you rather I hire a stranger to wash you?"
"No, I want you to do it if it has to be done."
"The doctor told me all the bandages could come off today," I told her. "We have to cover up your casts with plastic bags. We'll put rubber bands around the top so no water will get in."
She agreed, and I wheeled her into the bathroom to get undressed. I pulled her shirt off and her shorts down over her cast, leaving her in her bra and panties. They were the white ones I got her while she was in the hospital. I let her keep them on for a while. It was a little disturbing at first. She had become something different than the last time I saw her. She had breasts and her hips had become flared and exciting. I didn't want to stare so I got a warm washcloth and wet the tape holding her bandages on. When the tape softened enough, it pulled off easily without pulling her skin. She had more than a dozen and it took me a while. I left her there and went to get garbage bags to cover her casts. I got two big rubber bands and covered her casts. She got back in the chair while I got the water adjusted.
"Okay," I told her. "Don't feel bad now, but I'm going to take off your underwear. Lean forward for me."
She did and I unhooked the little bra. I pulled it over arms and she lifted her butt a little so I could pull her panties down. There was a stone bench in my shower, built into the wall, and I set her down on it."
"This is silly," she said. "Your clothes are getting all wet. I think you should take them off."
"Won't that embarrass you?" I asked her.
"Yes, but I'll feel less embarrassed if I'm not the only one naked."
I stripped and got back in. She didn't want to look, but her eyes kept being drawn back to my cock.
I didn't want to stare, either, but I couldn't help it. She laughed and looked up at me. Her eyes were clear blue with streaks of violet in them. I realized that they changed color with her moods.
"This is really awkward," she said. "I've never seen a naked boy before, and so I'm just going to look until it doesn't seem so weird, okay?"
"Only if I can look, too," I told her. "I've never seen my little sister naked before either."
She nodded. She moved her eyes over my body and relaxed against the wall, the warm water streaming over her.
She was stunning in her innocence. Her breasts took my breath away. Her wet hair was covering one, hanging down on the bench nearly to the floor. They were little firm perky cones. They were maybe the size of half a small apple, fuller at the bottoms and turned up toward the tip. She had almost invisible areola, just one shade darker than her skin, and her nipples begged to be sucked. They were little brown buttons about the size of a pencil eraser. They were high and proud. My eyes traced her slender form downward. She had a tiny waist that quickly flared out into her slim hips. She had the cutest little belly button and below that was a small patch of that flaming red hair. It was very sparse and her skin showed through plainly. She had trimmed it into a thin line. Her mons thrust out in a little rise and I could see the beginnings of light pink lips below.
"God, you're gorgeous, Audrey!" I told her. "You grew up pretty, baby."
She blushed pink all over. She was one of those rare redheads who can tan and she had brown arms and legs while her body was lighter and golden colored. The blush colored her up and she looked adorable. I certainly adored her.
"Thanks," she whispered. "You look amazing, too, Jacks. Can I touch you?"
"Yes, if you want to," I told her. "I'm going to be touching you. I have to if I'm going to wash you."
"Okay," she said. "Would you mind if we got started? This is really embarrassing."
I got a washcloth and pumped shower gel on it. I carefully washed her face, taking care to go easy on the abrasion on her forehead. I washed her neck and shoulders, again taking care not to hurt her abrasions or the broken collar bone. When I reached her chest, I got the upper part and squirted some gel on her breasts. I lathered them up and she gasped when the cloth touched her nipples. They sprang erect and she blushed even more. I just washed, not trying to feel her up. I kept telling myself that this was my little sister and she trusted me. I couldn't take advantage of her. I pulled her toward me, away from the wall so I could get to her back. I scrubbed it well and then moved down and washed her good foot and her thighs above the cast. My cock was at half-mast and it threatened to rise all the way as I washed her smooth thighs. When I reached her crotch she flinched away.
"It's too much,' she gasped. "I'll do it."
I handed her the cloth and she washed between her legs. "I can't do my butt," she said. "Help me."
I pulled her up and she held my arm with her good one while she balanced on one leg. She had a fantastic butt. I don't think I've ever seen anything quite as beautiful and sexy. It was very firm and round, small, but full and resilient as I ran the cloth over it. I washed in the deep valley between her cheeks and she moaned. I got the shower head off its hook and ran the water down her back. When I parted her cheeks and ran the water down that valley she shivered. I let her sit back down and got the shampoo to wash her hair. As I was lathering it up, I felt a feather touch on my belly. I looked down and her hand was touching me just below my navel. As I washed her hair the touch became firm and she ran her hand over my belly.
"You have nice muscles, Jacks," she told me.
I laughed and flexed my abs. I had pretty good definition, and I spent a lot of time trying to stay in shape. She ran her hand up to my chest and as I rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, it slid down and gave my cock a squeeze.
I gasped and her hand jerked back like it had been burned.
"I'm sorry, Jacks," her eyes were pleading with me. "That was bad. I just needed to know what it felt like. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, baby," I assured her. "I'm not mad. I told you you could touch me."
She smiled up at me and I turned off the water. I took her tiny naked form in my arms and stood her in front of the mirror so she could hold on to the counter. I got a big fluffy towel and dried her off.
"Do you blow dry your hair?" I asked her.
"No, it breaks it," she said. "I'll just wrap it up in a towel. Will you brush it for me later?"
"Of course I will, Audrey." I wrapped her up in her towel, sad to see her gorgeous nakedness disappear under it. I got another and wrapped it around her hair. My cock was iron hard by now and she looked at it.
"Why are you like that?" she asked. "Will it go away? Does it hurt?"
"Well, it's like that because I was in the shower with the most beautiful naked girl I've ever seen," I told her. "When men get excited this happens. It's like your nipples getting hard. They don't stay like that. It will go down. It doesn't hurt unless it happens often and I don't get any relief."
"What do you mean, 'relief?'"
"Do you know what an orgasm is, Audrey?"
"No, I mean I've heard the word, but it's something naughty."
"You're wrong," I said. "It's something natural and beautiful. When men and women get excited enough they have orgasms. A man produces sperm. When he's stimulated past a certain point it, travels out through his penis and he feels the most pleasurable sensation it's possible for him to feel."
"What about girls?" she asked.
"Girls come, too," I told her. "Come is another name for 'have an orgasm.' It's different than for men. There's no sperm involved, but the excitement builds until they just explode with pleasure. Girls tell me it's the same as for guys, the most pleasure it's possible to feel."
"Doesn't that make a baby?"
"It can. If the woman is fertile and the man comes in her vagina; she could get pregnant. It doesn't always happen and people take birth control or use condoms."
She thought about that for a minute. She smiled. "Thanks, Jackson. Are you going to feed me today?"
"After I shower," I told her. I put her in her chair. "You wait here," I said.
I quickly showered and dried. I went and got shorts and a t-shirt. I got some for her, too, and came back and dressed her. I made turkey and avocado sandwiches and she ate two. We went out on the deck and I put her on a lounge chair. I stretched out beside her and we soaked up the afternoon sun, the sound of the surf and the cries of birds the only things disturbing the silence.
"Jacks, what are we going to do?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" I wondered.
"I mean, there's only the two of us. We don't have any other family. You have your life and you don't need me to live and be happy. I need you badly. I won't survive without you. Am I going to finish school? Will I have to get a job? Will you get tired of having me around? What if I get on your nerves or you get on mine? I don't have a future except what you make possible. I feel useless, and like I'm a burden to you."
"I don't like for you to think about things that way," I told her. "When you say I don't need you, you're very much mistaken. I've always wanted to be closer to you. You're my little sister and I'll never get tired of you or turn you away. You can count on me Audrey; you're never to think you're a burden to me. I'll always be here for you. You make me happy. I feel like I've been missing something in my life and I never knew until now. I need someone to love and take care of. I need someone to love me, even when I do get on their nerves. You will get on my nerves and I'll get on yours, but we'll love each other anyway. You make me happy. We're going to be best friends. I already love you; I always have. You stole my heart when you were a baby. You've just become more beautiful and interesting all your life. Just when you were starting to become really interesting, I left home. That's the biggest regret I have. When you called me and talked to me that was the high point of my month. I couldn't stand being around Mom and Dad. They fought all the time and their bickering made me crazy. They forgot how cool and loveable each other were. I had to get out. The worst thing was, I couldn't be around you. That's going to change now."
"I know what you mean," she said. "I was very unhappy, Jacks. I needed to talk to you every month. I needed more than that but I had to take what you would give me. I'm just lost now. I don't know what to do."
"We'll decide together," I told her. "Right now you need to heal and get better. I need to get a doctor to look at you and make sure you're healing right. I'll get you in school as soon as you're able to go. I've taken a six-month leave of absence. We're going to get to know each other and I'm going to fall in love with you, I can tell."
She smiled happily. She had braces, and I was going to have to find a dentist for her too.
"Don't you have to work, Jacks?" she asked.
"Do you know what I do?" I asked her.
"Mom said you were a diplomat," she said. "I don't know exactly what that is."
"I do work at embassies around the world as a diplomat," I said. "I'm a spy, Audrey. I work for the CIA. I can't tell you a lot about it, but I run operations that sometimes involve handling lots of money. When I have a chance, I take a cut of that money. No one knows, but that's what all spies do. I've done that often enough that I never have to work again if I don't want to. We have lots of money."
"Did you steal it?" she asked.
"Yes, I suppose I did. Let me tell you how it works. The CIA is backing some rebel group in some banana republic where they want to overthrow the government. They may just want them to cause so much mischief that they distract their government from doing things that we don't want them to do. The rebels need guns and money to operate. We can't give them money directly without causing a diplomatic incident. The rebel group has access to cocaine but they need money. I arrange to sell the drugs for them. They give me five million dollars' worth of cocaine. I cut the drugs until I have 5.5 million dollars' worth. I sell the drugs to some dealer in another country for 5.5 million. I pocket five hundred thousand dollars in profit. Then, I contact an arms dealer and tell him I want to buy three million dollars' worth of guns. I tell him that I want a discount because of the quantity I'm buying. He agrees to sell me three million worth for 2.75 million. I pocket the 250 thousand. Everyone knows it's happening, but they look the other way because I'm really good at what I do."
"I had no idea," she said. "Does the CIA really do stuff like that?"
"You have no idea how corrupt things are, baby. I've really done those deals, just like I described. It's all slime and corruption, Audrey. I want to get out of it. I'm going to get out at the first opportunity. I have money in a dozen banks around the world. I may resign and tell them I have to take care of you. I used to think I was doing good patriotic stuff that helped people be safe at home. I haven't felt like that since the first six months."
"So I might be good for you, too," she said.
"You are good for me," I told her. "Just seeing you and getting to have you here make me feel good about myself. I can't get over it. My beautiful little sister is going to live with me and we're going to take care of each other."
"I won't be any trouble, Jackson. I promise I won't. I'm so glad you want me. I hated my life with Mom and Dad. I didn't want to stay there. Thank you for letting me come here. I'll do whatever you tell me to do. I might not agree with it and I'll tell you when I don't, but I'll do it anyway, I promise. I'm very tired now and my arm is hurting really bad. I need to take a pill and rest."
"I'm sorry, baby. I've been talking on and on. I'll get you some juice and you can rest."
I got her a glass of orange juice and she took a pain pill. I wheeled her into her bedroom and got her a long t-shirt to wear for a night gown.
"Do you want underwear?" I asked.
"Just panties," she said. "I don't wear a bra to bed. Sometimes I don't wear anything," she smiled naughtily.
"You can sleep naked if you want," I told her. "We maybe should wear the shirt though. Some of your scrapes are still weeping a little."
She agreed to the t-shirt, but decided to leave off the panties. I took off her towels and slipped the t-shirt carefully over her. I hated to see that amazing little body covered up, again, but I kept reminding myself that she was my little sister and she was only 18.
I picked her up and put her gently into her bed. She kissed me and said she was feeling no pain, but she was very sleepy. I kissed the top of her head and she was asleep. I stood and watched her for a long time. She looked so little and so beat up that it broke my heart. I swore that she was never going to be hurt again.
I checked on her about midnight before I went to bed. I put her phone on the night stand in case she needed me and went to bed. I heard my phone buzz about four in the morning and I checked it.
"Need to pee and another pill," it said.
I went in and she was awake. "I'm sorry to bother you, Jacks; but I'm bursting," she said.
"You aren't a bother to me," I told her. "It makes me happy to help you."
I put her in her chair and wheeled her into her bathroom. I sat her on the toilet and left her there. I heard it flush and she called. I helped her to the bidet and left again. She called and I took her to the sink so she could wash her hands. It was storming and she flinched when the thunder crashed outside.
"You know, Jackson; if I slept with you I wouldn't need to text you," she said.
"Are you afraid of storms?" I asked her.
She laughed. "I guess you can see right through me," she said. "Yes, I am afraid of storms. Can I stay with you?"
"You don't have to trick me," I laughed. "All you have to do is ask. I'll do anything you ask me to, Audrey."
"Okay, can I sleep with you?"
"Yes, I'd like that. I remember when you were little you used to come and get in bed with me," I remembered. "It always made me feel big and brave."
"You were," she said. "I wanted to come every night, but Mom and Dad wouldn't let me."
"Well, I'll let you," I told her. "Just don't beat on me with those casts."
She giggled and I took her to my bedroom and got her out of her chair. I put her in my bed and went around to the other side and got in. I have a king sized bed and there was plenty of room. I lay on my side and she scooted over until she was up against me.
"Hey," I told her. "If we're going to do this we're going to meet in the middle. You don't get two thirds of the bed."
She giggled again. "I like to feel you against me. I'll scoot back over and you come, too."
We moved to the middle and I lay on my side facing her. She scooted around until her back was pressed up against me. She took my arm and put it under her head and used it for a pillow, pulling the other arm over her and letting it rest holding her close. The feeling of her hard little butt against my cock made me think things a brother shouldn't think about his little sister. I reprimanded myself sternly, and we drifted off together.
I woke up with the feeling something was different. Hair was tickling my neck and there was a firm little butt snuggled up against my erection. My cock was rubbing between butt cheeks, and there was a hard little breast under my hand. The nipple was a hard button under my fingers and I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. A little hand came up and pressed my hand more firmly on the breast and I heard a little moan. I opened my eyes and Audrey was looking over her shoulder at me. I jerked my hand away and moved my hips away from her butt.
"God, I'm sorry, baby. I was asleep and having a dream. I didn't mean to feel you up."
She scooted her butt back against me again. "It's okay," she said. "I like it. I know you didn't do it on purpose. You can if you want to." She pulled my arm back over her and pressed her little breast into my hand again.
I groaned. "I shouldn't, Audrey. You're my eighteen-year-old little sister."
"Yes, but I love you, big brother," she said. "I like you to touch me. You already did, yesterday, and you let me touch you."
"I was bathing you because you're hurt," I told her.
"Yes, and I liked it," she said. "I want you to always bathe me. I don't have anything that you can't touch."
"Jesus, baby; I don't know. I never thought, I mean, aren't you like religious?"
"No, I just went along with Mom and Dad to make them feel good. I always wanted to try things. I want to get drunk once and see how it feels. I want to have a boyfriend and try everything with him to see what I like. I want to go dancing and see a rock concert. I want to lie on a beach naked and feel the wind and sun on my skin. I want to drive a car fast and make love slowly. I want to try smoking marijuana if you'll keep me safe. I want to live, Jackson. I nearly died and I'm eighteen and I haven't done anything in my life. You said I could do what I wanted to and that you'd do anything for me that I asked. I'm asking you to be my teacher. Show me life! Love me and teach me how to live. I'll do everything you tell me to. Don't keep things from me. Show me how to do things. Right now I want you to squeeze my boob again and make it feel like it did when you pinched my nipple before."
I couldn't help myself. This little pixie wanted me to love her and show her everything about life. I squeezed her hard little cone and rolled the nipple again. She gasped and pushed it into my hand.
"Yes, like that," she said. "Is there more?"
I rolled her onto her back and pulled her night gown carefully over her head. She was beautifully and gloriously naked in my bed, a little sexy angel waiting for me to love her. I kissed her on those full, pouty lips, running my tongue over her braces. Her little pointy tongue came out and played with mine. I kissed all over her face and down to her earlobes. She shivered as I nibbled on them and I kissed down her throat and chest to capture one of those hard little nipples between my lips.
"Oh, my God," she gasped. "Oh sweet Jesus, Jackson; what... what... Oh God!"
She shuddered and writhed, clutching my hair and pulling my head into her breast. I pulled at the little nipple, stretching it and letting it snap back. I quickly moved to the other and she continued to moan and tried to pull my hair out. She collapsed back onto the pillow, gasping for breath and her chest with those delicious little cones heaving.
"What was that, Jackson?" she panted. "Oh my God, what did you do to me? I've never felt... I never knew... how could you make me feel like that?"
"Did you like it?" I asked.
"I don't know, I mean, yes. I thought I was going to die it felt so good. It scared me it felt so good. What did you do to me?"
"You came," I told her. "That's an orgasm. I can't believe you had one just from me playing with your nipples. You're smoking, Audrey. I've never had a girl come from me sucking on her nipples before. I can't wait to see what you do next."
"That was an orgasm? My God, Jacks; that was intense. Can I have another?"
I didn't answer; I just took a nipple in my mouth again. She didn't come this time, but she groaned and her body shuddered. I ran my hands along her ribs and she giggled. Her waist was tiny and her belly was flat and hard with muscle. I let my hand slide lower as I continued to love her nipples. I felt the little strip of flame-red curls and I tugged at them. When my fingers slid between her thighs, she cried out and clamped her thighs tight to trap my fingers. She had a distinct gap at the top of her thighs and it gave me access to move my fingers. I traced the line of her little pussy down, feeling her labia tightly closed. I found the entrance and she was dripping wet. I eased my middle finger in, coating it with her juices and she shivered and groaned. I opened the little lips up and coated them with her moisture, caressing them and moving up to find the little button above. I teased it with the tip of my finger and her body jerked and writhed as I coaxed it out of its protective hood. Her whole body spasmed as I flicked it with my finger and she was coming again, her hips churning and her body arching up to meet my fingers dancing over her sex. She squealed and moaned out her joy as she continued to shudder.
"Jackson, something... Oh God, I'm running away. You're making me feel... Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! I can't... I can't, stop, please, Jacks; I can't stand any more. Please, Oh God, please; I need to stop!"
I pulled my hand away and held her naked little body against me. She twitched and wiggled against me as the aftershocks pulsed through her. I felt her hand in my hair, pulling my face up so she could kiss me. Her lips were alive on mine and her tongue was a wild thing as she couldn't get enough. She pulled away and panted for a minute.
"Jackson, that was... that was... I don't know what! I never dreamed I could feel like that. Jesus, I love you. I'm so in love with you. I always have been, Jacks. I've dreamed for years about being with you, staying with you. I never thought it could be like this."
She kissed me fiercely again. "That hurt my shoulder a little, Jacks."
"I'm so sorry, baby," I told her. "I tried to be gentle. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I never want to hurt you."
"It wasn't you," she said. "I just like, had a convulsion or something, and it hurt really bad. It wasn't your fault. I loved it. Can boys feel like that?"
"Yes," I told her. "We can't come so many times like you did though. Just one at a time for us."
"Can I make you come?" she asked.
"You could," I said. "Do you want to?"
"Yes, I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel," she said. "Were we fucking, Jacks?"
"No, baby; we were making love, but not that."
"What is fucking, then?" she asked.
"It's a certain kind of love making," I told her. "I put my cock in your pussy and we move the way we want to."
"I want to do that," she said. "Can we?"
"Yes," I told her. "I don't think we should, though."
"Now that's just rude," she laughed. "You mean because you're my brother or because I'm not grown up enough?"
"Well that, too," I said. "I know you're an adult, but I'm quite a bit older than you. You've lived with Mom and Dad all your life. You're my sister and that seems like something I don't want to fuck up. You've seen my cock, Audrey. It's sort of big and you're tiny. I don't want to hurt you."
"Let me see," she reached down and pushed my boxers down with her good hand. My erection sprang free and she gasped. I could tell she started having second thoughts.
I petted her head. "What's wrong, baby?"
"I wanted to do it," she said. "I wanted to do it so bad, and now I'm afraid."
"Why?" I asked her. "What are you afraid of?"
"Well; I'm afraid you would hurt me. I'm not sure that will fit in me," she looked very dubious. "Maybe we should wait." She started to cry a little. "I really want to, Jackson."
"Audrey, stop crying," I told her. "You have no idea how this works. Your pussy is stretchy, baby. Girls have babies at your age. They shouldn't, and that's the second part of you being so young. You're eighteen, baby and I'm afraid fucking you will be bad for you in some way I don't even have a clue about. I'm not sure eighteen-year-old girls should be fucking. I'm pretty sure they shouldn't be fucking their brothers. I don't know anything about it and neither do you. I'm sure you're not on birth control, and I don't have any condoms. Just slow down a little! We'll work everything out; just trust me. Do you love me?"
"Yes, more than anything," she sniffed. "Can we try to fit it in, just to see? We don't have to fuck if you don't think we should, but how can I make you come then? Is there some other way?"
"I'm not sure we should try," I told her. "It's dangerous."
"Why?" she asked.
"Well, we don't want you pregnant, for one thing."
"Can't we just try for a minute? You put it in and take it right out."
"I'm not sure I can do that. It's not safe anyway, even if I could. You have no idea what kind of passions we are creating here and you could still get pregnant."
"I trust you, Jackson. I know you'd never hurt me."
"Well, you shouldn't. Damn it, Audrey, you have no idea how sexy you are. You're every man's fantasy. A young woman, just becoming mature, drop dead gorgeous, a body out of fever dreams, willing and in love with me. Once I get inside you I'm not going to want to stop. It's going to be so sweet and I'm so much in love with you and you're so God damned sexy. I think I can keep control, but it's sketchy. I appreciate you trusting me, but I don't trust myself."
"I do trust you," she said. "If you can't stop, that's okay with me. I want to fuck you, Jacks. I don't want to be pregnant, but I want everything else you described. If I'm all that, why won't you do it?"
"Because I do love you and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. I'd rather cut off my left nut!"
"Okay," she gave in. "We won't do it now. I still want to make you come."
I sighed with relief. "Thanks, baby. I'll show you. Don't think I don't want to make love to you. I do, and I will. I just need to find out some things. Let's try some things and as we go along I'll know more, okay?"
"Yes, I can't wait. What do I do?"
"Let's just play and see what happens," I said.
I stroked my hands over her. She responded by copying my motions. I slid down the bed to her feet and began to massage her good leg. I worked at the muscles.
"Are you a runner, Audrey?" I asked.
"How could you tell?" she asked.
"You're so fit and muscular," I said. "Do you lift?"
"Yes, four days a week. I'm really strong, Jacks."
"I can tell. I'm going to love working out with you."
I moved up her leg, working her thigh muscles on both legs above her cast. I spread them apart and slid my hands over the tendons stretched between her thighs. She began to make small motions as I slipped my hands under her and cupped that tiny little hard butt. I moved my face close to her pussy and the scent of her filled my nostrils, clean sweet girl, aroused and waiting to be fulfilled.
I parted her lips with my fingers and she was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. She was totally bare except for that one little strip. I licked at her lips and tasted her sweetness. She gasped and quivered as I flicked her little clitoris. It swelled beneath my touch and elongated. I continued to flick it and I felt her shiver as her body drew taut. I flexed my fingers on the hard little butt in my hands and sucked her clit into my mouth, lashing it now with my tongue and she exploded, bucking until I could hardly maintain contact. When her spasms fell to shudders I kissed my way back up to her lips.
"That's how you do it, Audrey," I whispered.
She nodded and rolled to her stomach. She let her lips explore my body and it was exquisite torture. She moved down over my belly and took my cock in her little hands. Her cast was rough and I flinched. She took that hand away and played with the good one. She felt the texture and tested the hardness with her fingers. She fingered the spongy head and pulled the slit on the end open a little, memorizing every detail.
"Are they all this big?" she asked.
"No, baby. Some are little and some big. Some are bigger than mine."
"I can't believe that. How big is it?"
"I don't go around measuring my cock," I told her. "What kind of douche bag does that?"
"How big is average?" she asked.
"Maybe six inches?"
"I'm going to put it in my mouth," she said.
She licked the head like a ice cream cone. It twitched and jumped in her hand and she giggled; the feeling incredible on my sensitive head. She slipped it into the O her lips made and she took a couple of inches in, her tongue swirling around the head. The heat of her mouth was intense and I felt my excitement build quickly. She took a little too much and gagged.
"Just take what you can," I gasped. "Gagging isn't fun."
She nodded on my cock and began to bob her head up and down, creating an intense suction as her hand pumped up and down. I ran my hand over her butt, stretched out beside me. I slipped a finger into her pussy and she moaned around my cock in her mouth. She was very tight and very moist but she took my finger without any sign of pain. I couldn't feel any obstruction, and I wondered how she lost her hymen. I was pleased that it wasn't there and I inserted a second finger. She flinched a little at that, but she didn't pull away and she kept up her mouth movements, even speeding up her motions a bit.
I pumped her little pussy with my fingers and her hips began to writhe. I was at the edge and I thought I should warn her.
"Baby, I'm going to come. There's going to be a lot of cum and unless you want it in your mouth you should pull off and just pump me with your hand."
She pulled back and pumped me, twisting her hand over the head and I groaned as thick ropes of cum spurted up, hitting her in the face and making her jerk back in surprise.
"Don't stop," I begged, and she continued to pump, aiming the shots onto her breasts. I kept pumping her pussy and she groaned as she came with me, our bodies shuddering together in release.
She pulled her pussy off my fingers and spun around, looking up at me, seeking my approval. It was the most erotic scene I had ever witnessed. She was a little messy cherub, cum spattered over her mouth and cheeks, her hair covering us in flaming waves and her little breasts just peaking up behind my deflating cock.
She licked her lips, tasting my cum, and it seemed like she enjoyed it. She slid her lips back down over the head, cleaning cum off it and swallowing it down.
I sat up and picked her up in my arms, carrying her into the bathroom and sitting her on the counter. She squealed at the cold granite on her little butt and I turned the hot water on. I got a washcloth and got it wet and warm. I put a little soap on it and cleaned her up. I rinsed off the soap and carried her back to bed.
I flipped back the covers and put her in, lying beside her and cradling her in my arms. I kissed her freshly scrubbed face and lips. I couldn't get enough of my sweetheart. Her little face was glowing and she seemed very satisfied.
"Was I good?" she asked.
"You were incredible, baby," I told her. "It was everything I dreamed it would be. Can I hold you while we take a nap?"
"You can always hold me," she said. "Can I sleep in your bed from now on?"
"It's our bed, if you want it to be," I said.
"I do," she nodded her head. "I don't ever want to sleep anywhere else. Can I lay on you?"
I pulled her leg over me, the cast bumping my shin painfully. She put her good arm over me and snuggled her little naked body up against me, her cheek pillowed on my chest. She kissed my nipple under her and her eyes closed. She was asleep almost instantly, and I joined her, cupping one hard little butt cheek in my hand.
We slept nearly all day, and when we woke up she needed to pee. I took her in and the process became routine. We took a shower together and I cooked dinner. I took her for a drive after we ate, we went down to the beach and I pushed her down the sidewalk for a while. I got her out of her chair and we sat on a bench and watched to ocean roll in. I took her back home and we watched a couple of movies on Netflix. She was yawning toward the end and it was contagious.
She looked up at me with those big blue eyes all sleepy looking. "Take me to bed, Jacks," she said.
I took her to the bathroom first. We brushed and she told me about her braces. I still hadn't made a doctor's appointment or checked into a dentist. I had to get busy tomorrow. I brushed her hair for a long time, loving the feel of those silken waves of flame. I carried her toward her bedroom and she reminded me that she was sleeping with me.
"Sorry, kitten," I said. "I forgot."
She was able to take off her own clothes and she slept with me naked again. I never liked sleeping naked. It made me feel exposed and vulnerable. I wore boxers and she mocked me for my insecurity. She didn't mind when she spooned up against me though. I put my arm under her head and wrapped her up with my other as we drifted off.
She was still asleep when I got up the next morning. I left her there and made coffee. I sipped it while I made some phone calls. I knew a couple of doctors, one on the company payroll. The CIA doesn't hire bad doctors. One had treated me for a bullet wound once, and some exotic fever another time. I called him and he didn't feel qualified to treat Audrey, but he recommended an orthopedic surgeon. I told him I wanted him to see her and give her a prescription for birth control.
"Do you think she's sexually active?" he asked.
"I have no idea," I lied. "This is just in case. Just do it, Clark, and stop asking questions. Do you want me to have your financial records checked?"
"No need to be such a dick," he said. "I don't need to see her. I'll write you a prescription and call it in. You can pick it up this afternoon."
I called some dentists that handled braces and got her an appointment to get them tightened. The surgeon agreed to look at her and check how the breaks were coming along. Next on my list was talking to some schools. I had a private school in mind. I knew how smart Audrey was. She was taking some pretty advanced classes for her age and I thought this school would be good. It was a parochial school run by the Presbyterians, and it had a good academic reputation. I set up an appointment to talk to them and got some information about what they were looking for. There was a waiting list, but I pulled a few strings and that wasn't a problem.
I ran down to a pastry shop and the grocery store. There was a stand on the corner that sold fruit and I bought bunches. She was still asleep when I got home so I spent some time cutting up fruit. I had Niño bananas, tiny sweet little things that taste much different than the ones you get in the super market, papayas, mangos, soursop, passion fruit, guavas and three kinds of melon. I put some pastries on a tray, poured chocolate milk and piled the fruit on a plate with two bamboo skewers.
She was just a little sexy lump under the covers and I watched her sleep a minute. She woke up when I sat down beside her. She stretched like a kitten and sat up. I scooted in behind her and leaned against the headboard while she leaned back on my chest. The covers slid down and I got to look at her gorgeous little tits while we ate. I got the plate of fruit and fed her chunks. She loved everything but the soursop. It wasn't sweet enough to suit her. I took a chunk every now and then and we ate it all. She ate both pastries and drank her milk. She chattered up at me the whole time and I was reminded how young she was. I asked her what she liked to do and she gave me a whole list.
She liked running and racquet ball, swimming and lying in the sun, music and cell phones. She also liked math and science, which surprised me. She liked old cars, computers and she smiled up at me and told me she liked one boy.
"Is it me?" I asked.
She blushed and nodded. We talked about music and I let her look over my phone. "Don't you have any music made in the last ten years?" she asked.
I laughed. "There hasn't been any music made in the last ten years." I told her. "There's been a lot of noise, but no music. Who do you like?"
"I like mostly alternative music," she said.
"I have a lot of that on the computer," I told her. "It just isn't on my phone. I'll get you one and you can put everything I have on it."
She wanted me to play her some, so I got up and made a playlist. I started it with Caught a Ghost's No Sugar and ended with Beans and Fatback's Use Me, with the Artic Monkeys in between. She knew the Monkeys, but not the other two and she was impressed.
She needed the restroom so I took her and waited until she called. She had made it from the stool to the bidet by herself and I carried her back to bed. She pulled me down with her and we kissed and played for a while. We didn't get too energetic because I told her we had appointments.
I took her to the doctor and he did some x-rays. He was satisfied with her progress and told her the leg cast could come off in a couple of weeks. The arm was more serious. It was broken near a growth plate and he thought it should stay on at least six more weeks. He fitted her leg cast with a walking heel so she could stump around and we made an appointment for two weeks later.
I took her to the drug store and picked up her prescription. She took it out of the sack and looked at the little disk.
"What is this, Jacks?" she asked.
"It's birth control, Audrey."
She squealed with delight. "Does this mean we can..."
"Yes, baby; in a couple of days," I told her.
We went to her school interview. I had gotten faxes of her course work sent over and they were very impressed. When I told them I worked for the CIA, any hesitation they felt vanished and they accepted her. She would start in two weeks, with the new term. They took us around for the tour and Audrey loved the place.
We went shopping and she bought a lot of new clothes. I don't think Mom ever let her pick out her own clothes, and she had a blast. She insisted on modeling everything for me. She bought three bikinis and she looked smoking hot. Her bruises and scrapes were mostly faded out and she was stunning. She still needed to work on her tan, but she would get to that later.
We went to a fancy lingerie store and she picked out a lot of things, but she didn't model any of that. She told me she wanted to, but at home. The clerk wouldn't have approved anyway, so I agreed that was best. I took her out for dinner and she was able to walk around for the first time.
I stopped at an apartment complex and made her wait in the car while I went in. I wouldn't tell her where I was going and she frowned at me. "I don't like you keeping secrets from me, Jackson."
"Well, get used to it," I told her. "I'm a spy and it's my job to keep secrets. You're going to like this one anyway."
"Okay," she said. "I'm going to tell you everything though."
I kissed her. "Thanks, baby. I won't keep anything important to you secret, I promise."
It took me about ten minutes, and we drove home. I poured her some juice and got a beer for myself. I sat down by her on the sofa and pulled a baggie of weed out of my jacket pocket.
"What's that," she asked.
"It's weed," I told her. "You said you wanted to try some things. I think it's best you try them first with me. You won't get in any trouble that way. Drugs and alcohol cloud your judgment. You can get into ugly situations if you don't have any experience. I smoke it once in a while. I only do it by myself or with people that I know I can trust. There aren't three people in the world I trust. You remember that. Even people you like will take advantage of you if they get half a chance. There aren't three people in the world I'd trust you to get high with. Two of them are in this room. You ask me before you do anything like this. If you want to do anything you're not sure about, you do it here. If you make some friends at school and they want to get high or drink, you bring them here. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Jacks, I won't do anything without telling you. Did you get this when we stopped?"
"Yes, I wanted it to be a surprise."
"What do we do with it?" she asked.
"We could smoke it or bake with it," I told her. "We'll smoke it and bake another time, okay?"
"Yes," she said. "I've never smoked before."
"I know; you'll probably cough a lot. It's okay. If you drink your juice before you take a hit, it will go down easier."
I got out my bong and put a bud in the bowl. I showed her how to do it, holding the lighter to the bud and sucking the smoke through the water in the bong. I held the pungent smoke in for a minute and then let it out. This was good stuff.
I held it up and she put her mouth on it and took a suck, testing it out.
"Okay, I'm ready now," she said.
I put another bud in and she got ready. I fired it up and she drew in all she could stand. She held it bravely and then exploded in a coughing fit. I gave her a drink and she was better. She coughed a few more times and her eyes were watering. I took another hit and got it ready for her. She drank some juice before, this time, and she didn't cough as much. She smoked four bowls and I could see her eyes getting glassy. I put Pink Floyd on the system and we listened to the Wish You Were Here album and talked. She talked less and less as she mellowed and finally she just snuggled into me and rested her head on my shoulder with her eyes closed.
"This is very good music," she whispered, "and it feels like I'm floating away."
"Let me attach a tether first," I told her.
She giggled a bit and she giggled again. Her eyes opened and she burst out laughing. She was very high and I got tickled watching her laugh. We laughed together hysterically. She took a drink of her juice and nearly choked when she started laughing in the middle of a swallow. That broke us up again and she squealed and hugged me.
"This feels really nice, Jacks. I see what you meant about losing control, though. I feel safe doing this with you. I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else. I don't want to do it very often either. I'm really hungry. Do you have some chips?"
"It's called the munchies," I told her. "It's a side effect of smoking weed. That's why cancer patients do it. It helps with nausea and it makes them want to eat. It's really good medicine, and it makes you feel good, doesn't it?"
I got a bag of chips and we ate half of them. She stood up and led me to the bathroom. We took a shower together and brushed our teeth and she led me to bed. She sat on the edge between my legs and I brushed her hair. It had become a nightly ritual that I loved. It was so sensual, running the brush and my fingers through all that silk. She took her first birth control pill. She wanted to cuddle for a while and I held her and played with that amazing butt. She got turned on and we did a 69 until we both exploded together.
She turned around and lay on top of me until we drifted off. Sometime in the night she slid down beside me and when I woke up she was in her favorite spoon position. I played with her perfect little breasts until she woke up and we made love to each other with our mouths again.
I took her sailing that day. I had packed a lunch and she loved being on the water. She wore one of her new bikinis and I had all sorts of fun taking her out of it. I put sunblock all over her and loved on her oiled up body. She could hardly wait to take the casts off so we could swim. I wondered if the plastic trick would work but I was afraid to try it. I made a note to ask Dr. Clark if there was something people wore over casts to swim.
We ate our picnic and she lost her bikini again, afterward. I loved her in it but she didn't put it back on until we started back in.
"There's no use putting it on when you're just going to take it off again. Make sure you get plenty of sunblock back there," she said as I played with her butt. I stroked my slippery cock up and down between her cheeks.
"You have a thing about butts, don't you," she giggled.
"I do when they look and feel like yours," I told her. I came on her back by rubbing between them.
"I'll let you do mine sometime," she said.
"Oh, my God," I exclaimed. "You're amazing, baby." That's when I came, the thought pushing me over the edge.
"Have you ever done that?" she asked.
"No, Audrey; I've always been afraid I would hurt the girl," I told her. "I'm afraid I would hurt you, too."
"Well, you'll just have to be very gentle," she said. "I'm not ready for that yet. Someday though, I want to try it with you. I want to try everything with you, Jackson."
"Why do you call me Jackson when you're being serious and Jacks when we're just talking?" I asked her.
"I don't know," she confessed. "It just seems right. Do you mind?"
"No, I just love hearing you talk," I told her. "You have that little sexy voice. It's low and husky and little girl, all at the same time."
"You say the sweetest things," she told me. "That's part of the reason I love you. You always say things that make me feel like I'm special."
"You are special, baby," I told her. "You mean everything to me. I'm just telling you what millions of men would like to tell you. I'm just lucky that you love me."
"Oh, my God; there you go again. Kiss me quick before I melt," she said.
I was happy to kiss her any chance I got. She wanted to go out to eat and I took her to a nice restaurant. She asked me to order wine and share it with her.
"Don't let anyone see you," I told her. "I'll give you wine at home if you want it."
"I want to drink some tonight," she said. "Not much but just to celebrate."
"What are we celebrating?" I asked.
"It's been two days," she whispered. "Tonight's the night, big brother. I'm going to give you everything tonight."
"Are you sure, Audrey?" I asked her.
"Yes, I've been burning up with waiting," she said. "We're going to try tonight. I don't want to hear all your doubts about what's good for me. You're good for me, and if I can take it we're going to fuck."
"That can be part of it," I told her. "What I really want to do is make sweet passionate love to you. I'll fuck you, but that's the end of the process. I don't just want sex from you, Audrey. I could get that from random strangers. I want all your love, everything you have to give me and I'm going to give it all back. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"
"Yes, I think so. I'm very much in love with you, Jackson. I want this to be perfect too. It's been a great day and we'll make it a great night, okay?"
"Yes, I just wish you had those damnable casts off so I could kiss you all over."
"Think how I feel. Soon, lover; we'll be able to do everything we want to."
I drove her home and her hand was in my pants the whole way. She put my free hand inside her shirt and she wasn't wearing a bra. I toyed with the little hard nipple and squeezed it. When we got home, I got out and held out my hand to her. She slid under the wheel and I picked her up and carried her into the house. I got a bottle of champagne out of the refrigerator and poured us tall glasses. We took them into the bedroom and I sat down on the bed and leaned against the headboard. She sat between my legs and leaned against me. We sipped champagne and she liked it a lot. I held her with one arm around her tummy and we talked in whispers.
When we finished our champagne I put my glass down on the night stand and took hers, too. She jumped up and went into the bathroom. She stayed quite a while, and when she came out the transformation was amazing. She had put on makeup and she knew what she was doing. She knew how to apply makeup somehow. She didn't look overdone, but like a sophisticated and lovely young lady. Her hair was a flaming, messy knot on top of her head, making her neck look long and slender. The lingerie she had on was unbelievably erotic. She had on a sheer wrap that reached to the middle of her thighs. It was blue with a red bow at her throat. She had a gold ankh on a gold chain around her neck and it dangled down between her breasts. The wrap was open except for the bow at her throat and she had on a little blue demi-bra with a little red bow between her breasts. It left the top half of her breasts bare, almost exposing her nipples. Her panties matched. They were blue and lacy; and nearly transparent, so that I could see her little strip of flame underneath. She looked like an erotic doll and her legs were long and slender. The casts spoiled the effect a little but they just made my heart melt as I looked at her.
My admiration must have shown in my eyes, because she had a little triumphant smile on her face as she walked toward the bed. She stood beside the bed and let me look.
"Do you like me?" she asked shyly.
"I love you, baby," I told her. "You take my breath away. Turn around for me."
She raised her arms over her head and did a little pirouette, the wrap swirling out to give me a view of her sexy little butt. She stopped, facing me, and I reached out and pulled at the bow. The wrap floated to the floor and she climbed in bed. She straddled me and gave me her lips. I kissed them and her for a long time, wrapping her little body up in my arms and trying to melt us together. She felt so amazing in my arms, like a small child but with silken skin, hard muscles and those stunning curves and bumps. Her eyes were a smoky violet and I held her tight.
"It's impossible for me to tell you how much I love you," I told her.
"Show me," she whispered against my lips.
I rolled her onto her back and traced my lips over her face, kissing her cheek bones and nibbling my way along her jaw line. I kissed and nibbled at her throat and earlobes and she sighed. When I slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders she thought I was going to take it off, but I wanted it on. I loosened the straps until it was baggy on her and her nipples were exposed. I took one little brown nub between my lips and they were as sensitive as the first time I touched them. She jumped and shuddered and when I caught the other gently between my teeth before pulling it into my mouth she came. It wasn't violent like the first time, but she moaned and shuddered. I continued down her slender body, running my tongue into her little navel, making her giggle. I didn't take the panties off either, pushing the thin strip of material to one side while I tongued her clitoris and lapped at her lips, setting her off again with stronger feelings this time. She groaned and thrust her pussy against my lips and tongue. She was dripping wet and I knew she was as relaxed and ready as she would ever be. I moved back up and claimed her lips again as my cock pressed between her labia.
"Don't you want to take off my panties?" she whispered.
"No, baby; you look too delicious in them," I told her.
I could feel the wetness of her against the head of my cock and I let it coat me as I slid it up and down, rubbing it over her clitoris and making her squirm with pleasure. I slid it back down and positioned it at her entrance. I kept her mouth occupied with mine and pressed into her. She was incredibly tight but also incredibly slippery. Her pussy lips parted and the head of my cock advanced slowly and steadily until it slid inside with a popping sensation.
She gasped and froze in place and I didn't move.
"Wait, Jackson. Don't move for a minute," she gasped. "Let me get used to it."
I held her without moving for a minute, and then began circular motions with my hips. Not advancing or retreating, I just moved around inside her. She moaned and I could see that she liked it. I pressed ahead and an inch of cock moved inside her. She stiffened again and I repeated the process until she was moving with me a little. I gave her an inch at a time, pausing to let her adjust and the pleasure was excruciating. Her heat was volcanic and I wanted to fuck her like a maniac, but this was my little sister, this was my little lover and she was going to remember this the rest of her life.
She began to pant and I could tell the sensation was overwhelming her little body. I stopped moving and just luxuriated in her tight little pussy.
"Audrey, are you okay?" I asked her.
"Yeet!" she moaned. "I don't know if I can do this, Jacks. I want to so bad but it feels like I have a telephone pole inside me. It doesn't hurt bad, but it's very uncomfortable. Do you think I'm too little?" she started to cry a little.
"It's okay, baby," I told her. "Yes, you are too little. I won't give you any more. I can tell you can't take any more. This is okay though. You can take this. You're not too little for this, and it's going to be good. Every time we do this you'll be able to take a little more. You're just a normal girl and this is your first time. This is all I ever dreamed it would be. We'll wait for a minute and then it's going to be the best thing we've ever done in our lives."
She looked up at me and I could see relief and love in her eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't take you all in," she said.
"Don't be silly," I told her. "This is the sweetest thing I could imagine. This is perfect, you're perfect. It couldn't be any better."
She kissed me fiercely and I drew back a couple of inches before sliding back in. I could feel her lips gripping my cock as it slid out and then pushing back in as I descended. She was so tight that is was difficult to slide inside her, but as she got wetter and wetter we began to pick up speed. She groaned each time I moved forward and I could see the tension easing out of her features. She began to move her hips with me and she was pushing her pussy up to meet my thrusts. A flush was beginning on her forehead and the tops of her ears, and her breasts heaved beneath my chest.
"Oh, my God," she moaned. "It feels so good, Jackson. I can't believe it feels so good. Oh, baby, it feels good! I'm going to come for you, Jackson. I can feel it, God, oh God; you're making me... making me..." her voice broke into a groan that turned into a scream as she bridged up under me, her tiny frame shuddering as she came. I slowed as she quivered beneath me and when she began to come down I increased my tempo and she went off again. I slipped deeper into her and I realized that she had now taken more inside her without noticing. I could feel her pussy contracting and spasming around my cock and she began to relax again as I slowed. I pistoned into her and she exploded all over again. Her capacity for orgasm was amazing, and she continued to come intermittently for almost ten minutes. Her cries rose and fell with her passion and the sight and sound drove me over the edge and I spurted ropes of cum into my little sister's spasming pussy as she gave tongue to her pleasure.
"Oh, Jesus, I can feel it, Jackson. You're coming inside me! Oh, God you're making me come so hard. I can feel it inside me. It's so hot, Jacks, it's filling me up. Please, Jacks, I can't take any more. Stop, please, you're killing me! I'm going to die from coming! God, Jacks, please stop."
I coasted to a stop, my cock twitching inside her as the last few drops of cum were milked out by the convulsions of her muscles inside her pussy. I lay on top of her and kissed her over and over as we panted together. She couldn't catch her breath and began to panic a little.
"Please, Jacks, you're crushing me. I can't get my breath."
I slipped my arms under her and rolled her on top. "I'm sorry baby, I should have let you be on top," I told her. "I forget you're so tiny. You're such a sexy woman I just forget how little you are."
"It's okay," she said. "I like you on top. You're just so heavy and I'm so exhausted. God, you made me come a million times. Is it possible to die from coming?"
"I don't think so." I laughed. "Maybe if you were old and had a heart attack or something. What a way to go, though."
She giggled and it did amazing things to my cock inside her.
"God, I love you, baby" I kissed her. "You're amazing. You're the sweetest little bundle of sexy in the world. I never dreamed you would ever be like this."
"Who knew?" she said. "I never dreamed you would make me feel like this. I always loved you. It was the saddest day of my life when you left for college, and this is the happiest day of my life."
"We're just getting started, Audrey," I told her. "It's all uphill from here."
It's been ten years and she's three months pregnant with our first child. She works for the passport office and I'm retired. Someday I'll do something about another career. Right now, my job is making Audrey happy and soon, making our baby happy. No one could ask for more