Wake up, sleepyhead!" my sister, Jessica, jerked the pillow out from under my head and quickly nailed me in the face with it.
I groaned, grabbed my pillow, and rolled over, "Leave me alone, Jessica."
"Oh, wake up, Michael!" I could hear the pout in her voice, "You promised you'd go swimming with me today."
I rolled back over and squinted at her, the light hurt my eyes. She was standing in my doorway in her bikini with her arms folded across her chest and that pouty look on her face that I knew would be there.
"Oh, my head," I stammered, blinking back the pain.
I was never really surprised when Jessica showed up at my house. I gave her a key when I bought the place a year ago. She didn't really have a place of her own. I let her keep some stuff here and she kept some stuff at our parent's place across town. She split her time and stayed at both places.
I sat up on my elbows, closed one eye against the glare of sunlight off my bedroom walls, "What time is it?"
"It's almost eleven! What the hell did you do last night anyway? I heard you come home but it was early this morning."
I tried to think back through the haze in my mind. I remembered going out drinking with my friends but not much else. Didn't matter. I did remember promising Jess that I would go swimming with her today.
Reluctantly, I tossed the covers off of me and swung my feet to the floor.
"Oh," I heard Jessica gasp.
I looked up at her in time to see her turn her blushing face away from me as she headed down the hallway.
"Hurry up and get your swim suit on," she hollered. "I'll make you some eggs."
She knew that I got irritable if I didn't have anything to eat. I have a high metabolism and quickly burn off almost anything that I eat. It has its advantages, for one, I don't really gain weight all that much, which helps maintain my athletic build. I'm not a muscle head, those guys were all backne and tiny testicles. Not my cup of tea.
I stood up and immediately realized what had driven Jessica out of my room in such a hurry. Morning wood was poking out of the front of my boxers. Technically I guess you would call it "almost noon wood" and be more accurate.
I'll be the first to admit that I'm not all that long in the cock department, just your typical six inches, but I am thicker than average. In my few conquests, I have had no complaints.
I stuffed my dick back into my boxers, grabbed my swim trunks out of my dresser drawer and headed for the shower. I quickly jacked off into the swirling drain before washing, then got out, dried off and dressed in my swim trunks. I grabbed a freshly folded towel on my way out the door.
Jessica had put a flimsy shirt on over her bikini top and it hung off of one shoulder. Remembering the morning incident, I stopped in the doorway and quietly watched her working over the cooking eggs.
At nineteen years old Jessica was four years younger than I. I had never really taken the time to just look at her, see her as just another person instead of my sister. She really was quite stunning, to me anyway. She had long auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders and came to rest in bouncing curls at the middle of her back. She had that classic nineteen-year-old hourglass shape with hips that flared out seductively beneath a trim waistline. Her legs were long and tan and smooth. Her boobs weren't big, I wouldn't imagine much more than a handful but they fit her frame perfectly. How could I have missed this for so long?
I remembered how she had blushed and walked away a few minutes ago and as I looked at her now, I felt a twitch in my cock. I shouldn't have been surprised, what with watching her lithe little body squirm and wiggle back and forth in front of the stove. Still, it made me a little uncomfortable to view my sister in such a way.
I cleared my throat and made a show about entering the kitchen and loudly sat down on a stool at the breakfast bar. She turned and met my eyes for a second before looking away. She was blushing again. I pretended not to notice.
"Smells good, Jess," I said.
"It will be good. You have to hurry and eat, though, Mike. I want to get to the pool before it's too crowded."
She placed a plate with a steaming omelet, complete with sauteed mushrooms, onion and cheese in front of me.
"Now eat. I'm gonna go round up a towel and some shorts to change into after we're done at the pool.. It's supposed to be super hot today."
I watched her tight little ass sway as she left the kitchen and bounded up the stairs. There I was viewing her in that way again but damned if I could help it.
Jess came back in just as I was finishing the omelet she made me.
"Itshgood," I told her.
She scrunched up her face in distaste. "Don't speak with your mouth full. Didn't mom teach you any manners?"
I crossed my eyes and opened my mouth wide to show her handy work.
"Ugh!" she pushed me and stood up. "Michael, you're disgusting."
"Itshgood," I said again as I got up and took my plate to the sink.
"Good, you're done!" she squealed. She almost looked like a puppy with wide eyed excitement. I was waiting for her to piss all over the floor. Instead, she seized me by the hand and yanked me towards the front door.
"I'll drive," she said.
Our little town didn't have a local swimming pool so we had to make a twenty minute drive to go to the pool in the next closest, and bigger town. The pool complex was fairly new and stood in the same place that the old one had stood. A year ago the city had decided to demolish the old building and put up the current one. It was up to date and modern and could support a lot more people than the old one. The way the city was booming, I think they made the right choice.
Jessica pulled into the crowded parking lot and shifted the car into park. Then she punched me in the arm.
"You jackass, look how crowded this place is. If you wouldn't have slept in..."
I rubbed my arm where she hit me and gave her my best "sorry" face, grabbed my towel and got out of the car. Jess followed and together we walked into the aquatic center.
A fat man with small, protruding skin tabs all over his neck was at the counter when we walked up.
"Five dollars each," he said in a surprisingly high pitched voice.
I mumbled what a rip off it was, five bucks just to go swimming for the day. Of course, that did include a locker the size of an ash tray so you could lock up your belongings while you were soaking up the chlorine. Hell of a deal.
Jessica went left to the women's locker room and I went right, to the men's. Both locker rooms opened up into the huge room that held the pool. There were two pools actually. On my side, to the right, there was a large indoor water slide and a wading pool full of giggling children. To the left, the Olympic-sized swimming pool. I couldn't tell the difference between the size of the old pool and this one, but they said it was "Olympic-sized". The pool was twelve feet deep on one end and five on the other. It had six "lanes" and there were several people doing laps. "Serious Swimmers."
I looked around briefly for Jessica and didn't see her. She must have taken a little more time primping.
I walked around to the deep end of the pool and dove in. I had made a couple of full laps before Jess came out of the locker room and my jaw flopped open. She had worn a bikini to the pool, of course she'd had her light weight shirt on, but the bikini she wore now was different, and a whole new form of stunning. It was a bright red solid color, both top and bottom and stood out brightly against her well tanned skin. The small triangles designed to cover up her breasts were doing about half the job they were made for. They were just big enough to cover her tiny, pert nipples and the lower half of her breasts. It was tied with fabric so thin it could have been red fishing line.
The bottom was sheer, not quite see-through, but very close. I wondered what it would look like when she got in the water. The front was cut low and had a lower and upper thin strip of fabric stretching over to tie in little bows high up on each hip. Any lower and I would have been able to see the small indentation where her pussy began.
I swam over and was hanging onto the side of the pool, she was directly above me and, apparently, I was staring at her crotch.
"I'm up here, genius," she said.
My turn to blush. "Wow, Jess. That is an incredible swimsuit. You, um, fill it out nicely." Idiot.
"Thanks, Mike" She smiled and dove over me into the water. There was barely a ripple as her feet disappeared beneath the surface. Excellent form. Literally. She took off swimming a few laps and after the first couple, I tried to pace her. I'm by no means out of shape, but Jessica is like a fish when she hits the water. She is an easy swimmer and quickly lapped me. I finally tired out and headed for the bank. I was ready to boost myself up to the cold, wet tile walkway when Jess came up behind me, lightly slapped me on the shoulder and said, "You're it!"
It was a game we had played when we were little, and one that we hadn't played in a few years. I wasn't sure why she all of a sudden wanted to play it, but, hell, we were wet and I was game.
I turned around in time to see her bolt out into the deep end and tread water, waiting to see if I would accept the challenge. I did and surged forward. Only one area that I'm better at Jess when swimming is the take off. I'm much more powerful so I can quickly close gaps, my steam runs out fast, though if she gets up to speed.
I dove beneath the water and surged forward towards her. It took two, maybe three seconds but I came up underneath of her, grabbed her around the waist and tossed her in the air. She landed ungracefully behind me and after a quick "you're it" I was off again. I knew I couldn't stay away from her for long and I was right. I felt her smooth hand grab me by the back of my left thigh and she pulled herself up on my back as I was trying to swim away. She was trying to wrap her feet around my waist for a better hold but only managed to rub my already stiffening dick up and down with her foot a time or two. I bucked her off and turned to look at her but she was already swimming away from me.
Turnabout is fair play. I decided I'd be a little bold without being too obvious and quickly started after her. She was about ten yards ahead of me and not up to "Jessica" speed yet. She was headed for the deep end and I knew I had time to catch her. I took a deep breath and dove to the bottom of the pool, racing along the bottom. I could see her blurry outline above me. She stopped to look behind her, treading water.
I sat upright and braced my powerful legs against the bottom of the pool and launched myself up towards my sister. I thought briefly about placing my hand directly between her legs and using the momentum to eject her from the surface of the pool, see how high she could go, but at the last moment I changed my mind. I didn't want to offend her or make her uncomfortable. I simply loved her too much to harm her in any way or make her feel uncomfortable.
Instead, I angled sharply up behind her, skimming my body along her legs and perfect ass. I wrapped my arm across her chest and with the force and momentum, and a startled squeal from Jess, carried her half way out of the water before I pulled her under the surface with me.
Though it could have only been moments, that instant with her in my arms seemed to last a lifetime.
As we crashed to the surface I loosened my hold on her and allowed my arms to uncross just enough so that my palms were clutching her breasts. I could feel the small, hard, eraser tip nipples graze against my palms, sending a shock of desire through my body. I could feel my half-erect penis settling briefly in the crack of her ass as the two perfect globes squeezed lightly at it as she kicked her legs. As we stopped sinking, I took my arms and hands away from her tits and ran them lightly down her sides, stealing a caress of her tight abdomen and I could feel her muscles flexing there as she propelled herself towards the surface. As she glided upwards out of my grasp, I slipped my right hand to her front and kept my left at the small of her back and pressed lightly with both. Her petite body fled through my hands as if it were greased and in one hand I felt the wonderfully full cheeks of her ass, but in the other, the flat of her tummy and the soft folds of her pussy through her bikini as she slipped through.
The entire encounter could not have lasted more than four or five seconds and then we were both bobbing on the surface, me playing stupid as I wiped the water from my eyes. I looked at Jessica and she was just smiling.
"That was so much fun!" she said. "I had almost forgotten how good you are at that game, Mike."
I continued to stupidly blink the water out of my eyes before responding innocently, "So, you saying I won?"
"You wish!" she yelled and launched herself at me.
I wasn't ready for it and before I knew it I was under water and she was swimming over me. She flat-out mowed me down. I felt my cheek bounce lightly off of her breast and my nose skim quickly down her flat tummy and glide between the lips of her pussy over the fabric of her bikini before she was completely over me. I righted myself and reached up for the surface when I felt a cool, soft hand grab my knee. I looked down to see the blurry form of my sister swimming between my legs. She grabbed a hold on my thigh with her free hand and literally started climbing me like a ladder, one rung at a time.
I felt her left and right hands let go of my legs almost simultaneously. Her right hand reached up and grabbed me just above the left hip but her left hand snaked its way up the open right leg of my swim trunks. I felt her small hand curl around my inflated cock and give a significant squeeze as if she were grabbing ahold to lift herself higher. A moment later she released my dick and withdrew her hand from my shorts, lightly grazing my ball sack with her fingernails on the way out and I almost choked on a mouthful of water.
We broke the surface again and easily tread water, catching our breath.
"You give up?" she asked so innocently that I had to wonder if she realized what she had just done. If she did know she had become one hell of an actress because the innocent vibe coming from her made me believe that she actually did not know what it was that she grabbed.
"I surrender," I said in mock exhaustion. "You're just too good, Jessica."
She smiled and winked at me. I spent the rest of the day wondering what that wink meant.
It was some time before I was able to get out of the water. Just that one moment in the water with Jessica, when she grabbed my cock, had me rock hard for the next hour. We continued to play around in the pool but I didn't dare be so bold with her again. Honestly, I didn't want her to get all that close to me in case she did happen to rub the wrong spot and feel the hard bulge in my trunks.
We spent three hours in the pool and I had calmed down enough to get out of the water. Jess climbed out first and gave a slow, sexy glance over her shoulder at me as she walked towards her locker room. I was briefly stunned again at the form of her body, the taut lines of her muscles and the soft, sultry sway of her ass as she walked away. I blinked and looked around. Every guy in the pool paused and openly gawked at her until she disappeared through the doorway. I had to smile. I knew exactly what they were thinking.
I jumped out and sauntered towards the locker room and rinsed off in the shower before accessing my tiny locker and drying myself. I couldn't help but think of what had happened in the pool and I quickly became sulky and embarrassed with myself. How could I have done that to my sister? Had she realized what I had done and retaliated by grabbing my cock? It didn't matter. She was my sister and I shouldn't be thinking that way about her. It was wrong on so many different levels that it just boggled my mind. She was just so beautiful...
When I came out of the locker room door, Jessica was dressed in the bikini top that she had worn on the way to the pool but she now had on some extremely short cut cut-off jeans like a miniature version of Daisy Duke's. Long white tendrils of fabric flitted down from them and danced playfully on her narrow thighs.
She bounded up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, she was giddy and happy. I loved seeing her that way.
"Thanks Mike. I had so much fun today!" she said.
I managed, "Sure."
The ride home was quiet, at least on my part. I was lost in thought. Jessica just kept chatting away in the passenger seat about anything and everything. I didn't pay much attention to what she was saying. My eyes kept stealing glimpses of her tanned legs and firm body. My thoughts were out of control, it seemed. I couldn't control their direction and became more moody because I couldn't get them off the track they were on. I kept seeing the soft folds of her pussy outlined by the sheer fabric of her swimsuit, kept feeling her hard nipples pressing against my palms and kept feeling her small, smooth hand inadvertently (or not) squeezing my cock.
By the time we got back home, my dick was semi hard and sitting heavy in my shorts. As soon as I got out of the car, I had to adjust for comfort and Jessica openly watched as I quickly readjusted. I pretended not to notice. Instead, I looked up at the afternoon sun, closing my eyes.
"You were right, Jess." I said. "It's hotter than the ninth level of hell out here. Let's get inside."
She padded over next to me, her pretty bare feet slapping daintily on the sidewalk. "How can you stand the heat on your feet?" I asked, bewildered.
"It's not that bad, Mike. I've been much hotter than this." she said with a conspiratorial grin.
I just blinked at her a couple of times, speechless, before starting for the door. She sided up next to me and put her arm around my waist. It felt natural when I unceremoniously tossed my arm around her neck and shoulders. I was aware of how close my hand was to her right breast. We didn't say anything as we made our way up the walk. I was busy trying to rein my thoughts in but failing as I felt the rhythm of our movements. Her slender hip brushing my thigh in a natural, perfect wave of motion. The fine line of the muscles in her abdomen rippling calmly sent a little more blood to my mid-section and I could feel my growing erection pressing against the waistband of my low-cut shorts.
We got to the front door just in time and I quickly excused myself with a lame excuse of wanting another shower because of the chlorine from the pool. Jessica said that she would make us a couple of sandwiches for lunch while I showered.
I bounded up the stairs and went straight for the bathroom. I shut the door behind me as I entered and quickly started the water running and stripped out of my trunks and set my aching cock free of its confines. I was surprised at the intensity of my erection, my dick actually looked thicker than usual and in all honesty, it hurt a little. I had never had an erection so strong. I let the water run and rummaged through the cabinets in search of some form of lubricant. I don't usually use lube when I masturbate, but I thought if any time was a good time to start, this was it. I found a half-full tube of some "pear and coconut" scented lotion, obviously Jessica's, and squirted a glob of it into my palm. As I wrapped my hand around the shaft of my cock, I slowly moved my fist up and around the head, coating my entire penis with the lotion. Curiously, the lotion had a cooling effect and felt incredibly good as I slowly fucked my fist. The same images kept floating through my mind and I gave in to them. Again, the feel of Jessica's trim body and smooth skin. The feel of her butt cheeks squeezing my cock in the pool, the feel of her swollen pussy lips as my nose glided smoothly between them, over the sheer fabric of her bikini bottom and the incredible beauty of my sister sharp in my mind. I didn't last long as I started bucking my hips, forcing my cock through my tightening fist and came hard as I visualized Jessica looking sexily back at me after we got out of the pool.A thick rope of cum ejected from the tip of my dick and hit the wall behind the sink, followed by another, and I grunted in pleasure as a third rope pooled itself on the edge of the sink. Exhausted from the sheer pleasure, I sat down weakly on the edge of the tub. I looked at the mess I had made and decided to clean it up after I got out of the bathtub. I slowly leaned back into the tub and lifted my legs in. Lying there, I pulled the shower curtain and turned the shower on to let the water splash over me as I rested. I closed my eyes and let the heat of the water work out the remainder of the tension in my muscles. I'd been in the bathroom for a good amount of time when I heard the door click closed and my eyes shot open. I peeled the curtain back a bit and peeked out but there was nobody there. Reluctantly, I stood up and shampooed my hair and washed the rest of my body before shutting off the water and getting out to dry off.
I glanced again at the mess that I had made and was reaching for a wad of toilet tissue when I noticed that the small pool of cum that I had left on the edge of the sink was gone. As I turned my head to look at the door again, I realized that had neglected to engage the lock in my haste to relieve myself. Did my sister sneak in and...? As much as I tried to find a different explanation, I kept coming back to the same one. My sister had entered the bathroom as I was resting behind the shower curtain and, what? Stolen my cum? What would she do with it? Why would she do it? I was baffled more by the answers that I already knew than by the questions themselves, especially after the events at the pool.
I couldn't picture my beautiful sister sneaking in and licking my cum off of the sink, though the thought of it sent a whole new rush of blood to my dick and left me in a perpetual state of semi-hard. A sharp rap on the door jolted me from my thoughts.
"Mike? Hurry up, your sandwich is growing impatient; it may just walk off and leave you if you don't get out of there." She giggled and walked back down the hall as I called out that I would be there in a minute.
Quickly, I wiped up the rest of my mess from the sink and threw the wad of toilet tissue in the toilet and flushed. I dried off and wrapped my towel around my waist and went to my room. Though I knew it was wrong, I wanted to see how far this might go, whatever "this" was. I was nervous as I picked out a pair of loose nylon workout shorts and slipped them on without boxers underneath. I was taking a chance and knew it, but I couldn't help myself. The emotions and physicality of the day were getting to me. It didn't matter anymore that Jessica was my sister. I didn't see her like that, not anymore. "Sister" was only a title to me now. She was first an extremely beautiful and desirable woman, second my sister. I slipped on a white "wife-beater" tank top that conformed to my torso and, after a deep breath to calm myself, walked out of my room. As I got to the end of the hall, I glanced into the front room and saw Jessica sitting on the couch with her legs curled under her. She hadn't changed, still wore the attire that she left the pool in, the tiny denim shorts and the bikini top.
Jessica was watching TV but glanced at me as I entered and smiled a ravishing smile. She pointed to the kitchen. "Your sandwich is in the fridge. Grab it and come sit down, I'm trying to find something to watch. You know for all the channels you have, there isn't really anything on." She turned back towards the television and I turned right, into the kitchen to retrieve my sandwich. I pulled two bottles of beer out of the fridge and brought them along with me.
Still being cautious, I sat at the other end of the couch and stretched out a bottle of beer to my sister.
"Beer?" Jessica asked as she raised her sculpted eyebrows.
"Yes."
"Michael, need I remind you that I'm underage?"
"It's true; you're too young for beer." I said as I drew the bottle back to me.
She giggled and quickly scooted over next to me, reaching for the bottle of brew. "Don't tell Mom and Dad," she whispered.
"Honey, why would I offer you beer, when I know you are not old enough to drink it and then march across town to confess my sins to Mom and Dad?"
She blushed and bowed her head when I called her "Honey" but she was smiling sweetly.
"Thanks!" she yelped and pulled the bottle from my grasp. I watched, a bit amazed as she downed most of it in one go.
"Holy shit. This isn't your first time is it?" I asked sarcastically.
"Yes it is," she said simply. I believed her. "I like the taste of it."
"Well then you better get comfortable because that is going to go straight to your head. You'll have to stay here again tonight, I'm not going to let you drive anywhere, and you're not getting anymore," I stated.
I knew one beer wouldn't get her drunk, but it thought that, given her physical shape and her petite size coupled with her exceptional lack of experience drinking that she would indeed get one hell of a buzz off of it.
"Oh, bummer," she said in mock disappointment. She smiled and set the remainder of the beer on the coffee table in front of her. I leaned back and kicked my feet up then sunk my teeth into the sandwich Jessica had made me. Cold roast beef, mayo, tomato, lettuce, cheese and some bean sprouts on wheat. She giggled when I rolled my eyes and groaned with pleasure at the taste.
"Samith is really goo, ess," I said, spraying crumbs.
"Oh, God," Jessica groaned. "You're hopeless!"
"Itshgood," I said.
She laughed and slapped her small hand against my thigh. I expected her to immediately remove her hand, but she didn't, just let it remain where it was high up on my left thigh. I felt that familiar twitch in my shorts but concentrated on my sandwich. Jessica settled back and rested her head on my shoulder as she watched TV. It was some cheesy 80's romantic comedy that I didn't pay much attention to.
Jessica settled into an easy silence and seemed to relax more with time; I figured it was the beer that was finally getting to her. I finished my sandwich and set my plate aside.
"Whoooo," Jessica said. She peeked at me. "You're right, that beer is giving me quite the swimming head. I need to lie down," she said sheepishly.
"Lightweight!" I laughed as she scooted away from me on the couch and then lay down with her head on my lap. She stretched fiercely, forcing the back of her head into my crotch in the process. The pressure against my slightly inflated penis felt nice and I watched, intrigued, as she closed her eyes and arched her back, stretching out along the length of the couch. Her small breasts thrust out proudly as she groaned then relaxed with a deep exhale. She smiled up at me then directed her attention back to the TV. She brought her left hand up and placed it under her head which put it almost within rubbing distance of my tortured cock. She smiled contentedly and sank deeper into the couch.
My own left hand was floating in limbo. I didn't know what else to do with it so I placed it gently on her side. I didn't think my hands were terribly large, but seeing my hand against the smooth skin of her rib cage, I decided either they were remarkably bigger than I thought, or Jessica was a bit more petite than I realized.
Jessica didn't protest or show any indication that she even realized that my hand was resting on her side. She sighed contentedly again and lazily watched the television.
Looking at her small form along the couch and her beautiful head in my lap, it took every ounce of will within me to control the twitch that my cock so badly wanted to release.
It wasn't exceedingly warm in my house, the central air was working overtime, but with Jessica's head in my lap, the heat was starting to get to me. I refused to make a big deal of it; I didn't want her to get up for anything. I slowly lifted my hips to allow some air between the leather couch and my legs and back, lifting her head slightly as I lifted off of the couch. My movement was brief and I settled back in, a little lower than I was previously, more comfortable. Jessica didn't seem to move, but the action of me moving caused her hand that her head was resting to slide further inward and upward on my thigh. I could feel the slim tips of her fingers resting along the side of my semi-hard dick and had a moment of silent panic. I was sure she would realize what position her hand was in; she was practically grabbing my cock, again.
She either didn't know or didn't care, just continued to stare sleepily at the television. I let out my pent up breath slowly and sank back into the couch. I looked at my hand still resting on her side, high up, just to the side of her left breast. As I pretended to watch the TV, I slowly started tracing light circles with my fingers, dangerously close to her scantily clad boob. I was watching her carefully for any kind of reaction, anger, trepidation, anything. Instead, she sighed heavily and made a soft "mmmmm" sound and smiled. Encouraged, I continued to draw small circles on her torso, moving from rib to rib down her side. When I got to the area just below her breast, I cautiously moved my hand inward slightly, towards her flat tummy. I continued my soft assault of tiny circles while I stared blankly at the television. I was in such concentration about my movements, that I didn't notice Jessica's own movements right away.
I had worked my way up and was slowly drawing loving circles at the very base of her breast, occasionally drawing my thumb over the bottom bulb shape of her tit, well below where the nipple was pressing against the tight bikini top. As I was contemplating "accidentally" grazing her hardening nipple lightly with my thumb, I felt the soft movement of her long thin fingers next to my ever-so-slowly hardening dick. I let out a sharp exhale at the sensation completely on accident and froze as I watched for her reaction. She just smiled very slightly, continuing to stare at the tube and I thought I saw her eyes twitch up to me, but very briefly. In truth, I couldn't be sure. Maybe it was simply a blink.
I relaxed again and continued my light massage of the base of her breast, growing bolder at the feel of her fingers softly moving millimeter by millimeter along the side of my cock. Most of my doubts were gone now. I was starting to realize that Jessica and I were on the same page. Still, I was extremely nervous. I didn't want something like this to come between us, or for us to do something we might regret in the future. But at that point in time I had started thinking more with my tortured penis than with my brain. The small movements of her fingers against the shaft of my cock were causing a more rapid inflation and I realized that Jessica was practically lying on my dick. The natural progression of an erection is to point up; we've all seen that, probably many times. My dick however was pointed painfully downward, trapped in place by Jessica's cheek. She had to realize it, didn't she? Could she not feel the pressure of my solid shaft straining against her face to resume its natural resting position?
I realized that there was no way that she could not have felt the pressure from my erection. She was amazingly calm with that slight smile on her face and a dreamy expression in her eyes as she watched the television. Still cautious, I took another small chance and drew my circling thumb up over her hard nipple as it pressed against the fabric of her bikini top. I felt her shiver slightly but there was no other sign that she had realized what I had done.
She moved her fingers again slowly grazing the shaft of my rock hard cock and an involuntary moan escaped from my open mouth. It wasn't loud, but Jessica stiffened slightly and then settled back in, continuing her maddening, tickling massage of the side of my cock. I brushed my thumb over her nipple again and let it linger there for a split second longer than the last time, circling it once before retreating. She shivered slightly again and closed her eyes. She had a look on her face that I couldn't quite place. It almost looked like she had fallen asleep with her mouth open except that her brow was furrowed downward in a pleading fashion. And the ever bolder movement of her fingers along the side of my throbbing dick was proof that she was awake. It was completely making me insane with desire.
It was obvious to me now that she wanted what I wanted, but I was still reluctant. Somewhere in the back of my mind a voice was telling me to stop, what was happening was wrong. I shouldn't be doing this with my sister, no matter how desirable she was. That voice was silenced as Jessica's index finger moved over the rounded bulge in my shorts that encased the head of my dick.
She still had her eyes shut but still wore that faint, sexy smile. I took a moment to gaze at her. My fingers were still drawing small circles on her left breast just under the nipple. I gazed lovingly down her trim frame, watching and feeling her chest rise with her steady breathing. Lower, her legs were slightly askew and barely parted. The thin strip of denim of her shorts covered a direct view to her pussy, but not much else. I could see the bare outline of her labia around the loose fitting shorts. She wasn't wearing underwear.
I slowly inched my hand up higher on her breast, constantly drawing the small, light circles on her skin. I lightly pinched her hardened nipple through the fabric of her top and she gasped softly. I removed my hand and slid it down over the soft skin of her belly, circling there. I was shocked at how bold I was being. But not as bold as Jessica, I was not prepared for her next move.
As I returned my gaze to her face, she looked up into my eyes and smiled sweetly at me. I returned the smile as she started to yawn. She lifted her left arm, removing her hand from my aching penis and balled her fist at her neck, stretching. She opened her mouth as her yawn came full force and arched her back causing my palm to move up and cup her soft breast. At the same time she turned her head, mouth open as if to hide her yawn from me. Instead, I felt the heat from her breath travel through the thin fabric of my shorts as she put the bulging material in her mouth. She had slyly moved in order to essentially put my cock in her mouth.
I squeezed her nipple between my fingers as I inhaled sharply. "Oh! Jesus Christ! Jess, I..." I lost my words and only peered at her in ecstasy. She removed my bulging, cloth covered cock from her mouth and suddenly flipped around. Now, instead of facing away from me, she was lying in my lap, towards me, her lithe body pointed to the back of the couch. I just looked at her, mouth hanging open. I still couldn't speak as she lifted the bottom of my tank top and put her finger under the band of my nylon shorts. I watched in anticipation as she slowly drew down the waistband and set my cock free.
My hand instinctively moved down her quivering side and rested briefly on her curved hip. I watched in loving awe as Jessica looked me in the eye and wrapped her small hand around the thick base of my dick. I moved my hand down to the front grazing her tummy, all pretenses and precautions out the window. My mind was reeling, I couldn't think if I tried. I brushed the silky skin of her inner right thigh and then slipped my hand under the loose fitting leg of her shorts, cupping her steaming mound.
I glanced again at her; she now wore an intense look of desire and shot her head forward quickly, guiding my waiting cock to her lips. She engulfed the head of my cock and sucked hard. I moaned loudly in ecstasy and moved my hand inside her shorts to a position that I could dip my middle finger into her fiery pussy. She was incredibly hot and dripping wet. I felt her juices flood around my finger, lubricating it and pushed my finger in deeper.
She pushed down harder with her head, trying to fit the girth of my engorged cock into her mouth. After a moment, I felt the head of my cock ram the back of her throat. She didn't gag, only retracted the length of my dick and went down again. She started moaning loudly around my cock as I fingered her dripping snatch. I edged another finger into her as she started to buck her hips. She reached down with her free hand and grabbed my wrist at her crotch and rammed my fist into her pussy, holding it there as she bucked her hips and moaned around my cock.
That familiar sensation started low down in my gut and I knew I was very close. There was no way I was going to last after all that had happened.
"Oh, God, Jessica! I'm going to cum!" I screamed as she made some loud grunting noises around my pulsing dick. She pulled my hand up harder, trying to get my fingers deeper and I sensed that she was very close to orgasm as well. I slipped a third finger into her steaming hole as she bucked against my hand, she was extremely tight and three fingers was a stretch, to use an appropriate term. She was making small, sexy, high pitched squeals that completely pushed me over the edge. She never let my cock out her mouth as I grunted loudly and wrapped my right hand around a tuft of her beautiful dark hair and pressed her more firmly onto my dick. I felt load after powerful load erupt from my aching penis, as soon as the first load hit her throat, she lost complete control of her body, the couch started to vibrate with her small, shaking form, my fingers buried palm deep in her tight wet pussy were a blur as she spasmed on my hand. I was afraid of her biting my cock in her throes of orgasmic bliss, but she didn't, she just continued to bob up and down on my dick and swallow my gushing cum while the rest of her body betrayed her.
I removed my dripping hand from her pussy as her pelvis continued to buck and fuck the air, her legs shaking, quivering as a gush of liquid flooded out of her tight hole and pooled on the couch. I reached up and put a finger under the thin fabric of her bikini top and pulled forcefully. The straps broke around her shoulders and the material came loose, exposing the exquisite pale mounds of her breasts.
I moved my hand up to cup her bare breast and gently squeezed her hard nipple between my fingers and rolled it back and forth. This renewed her forceful orgasm and she sucked hard on my draining cock milking it for every last drop of cum. Her slim pelvis continued to fuck the air. She continued like that for a few more moments before her hips slowly came to a jerking stop and she dropped her bottom back onto the couch. Breathing hard, I looked down into her deep brown eyes lovingly. She still had my twitching cock her mouth gently sucking on its softening mass like a baby from a bottle. She was the most incredibly sexy creature I had ever seen. She continued like that for a few minutes, sucking my withering dick and breathing heavily through her nose, staring at me with a love that I hadn't seen from her before. Except for the soft movement of her cheeks in and out as she sucked, she was completely still.
She watched as I brought my left hand up and slowly licked her juices from my fingers. My breathing had calmed down except for an occasional sharp intake of air when her tongue circled around a particularly sensitive spot around the head of my cock. Finally she let my flaccid dick drop from her mouth with an audible pop. We looked lovingly into each other's eyes.
"I'm not sure what to say," I said, softly.
"I do. I've wanted to do that for a few years. I fell in love with you when I was still in high school, Mike." Her voice was soft and sexy. "I've wanted to do that for a long time. I was hoping my new bikini, the one I wore at the pool, would get you going. I think it worked rather nicely."
I smiled affectionately at her. "Yes, I couldn't help but notice how incredibly beautiful you are. I think I've been lusting after you for quite some time as well. I kept telling myself that it was wrong, but I wanted you so bad. I'm in love with you, Jess."She exhaled deeply as if a load had been removed from her shoulders and she relished the empty weight. "I was afraid that doing this would ruin our relationship, I was so afraid. But I couldn't go another week without you knowing how I felt. I love you too, Mike. I always have. I feel like you are my soul, my very life force. I don't ever want to be without you.
I brushed the hair away from her sweaty brow and lifted her face to meet mine and kissed her deeply. Her tongue shot out and mingled with mine. I could faintly taste myself on her. She broke the kiss, panting heavily again and lay her head back down on my lap, my dick soft and lying against my leg. She saw a thin trail of cum leaking from the tip and licked it off.
"I love the taste of your cum," she blushed as she said it. "I've always wanted to try it; I think that alone would give me an incredible orgasm, just sucking you off until you shot your load down my throat." Her face was a deep, burning red. She knew what she wanted and was happy to get it, but it embarrassed her. For some reason I found that to be an incredibly desirable trait. She seemed so vulnerable.
"I watched you watching me on the ride home from the pool, you kept looking at my legs but you didn't say much. I figured I kind of knew what was on your mind so when you went into the bathroom for a shower, I went up to test the door but when I got there, I heard you grunt and thought I knew what you were doing. I waited until I heard the shower curtain close and then I sneaked in to see if you had left anything. I licked your cum off of the sink while you were in the tub and I nearly had an orgasm. I wanted the rest of it, but I knew that I would be too noisy if I got it so I left."
Her whole explanation had its affect on me and my penis was slowly coming to attention. She felt it brush her cheek as it rose and smiled that quirky, sexy smile of hers.
"Mmmm," she cooed. "We should do something about that."
My eyes shot to her bunched up shorts and her bald pussy peeking out. She smiled widely, "Oh, yes. Now I want you to fuck me."