Hei Jen I'm home," I called out.
No answer -- she's deep in her book. I walked to the kitchen and made myself a coffee and some green tee for her. Jenny loves her tee and I try to keep the cupboard stocked as much as possible. It's just one of the little things I do to show my appreciation for her.
Waiting for the tee to brew gives me some time to think. Our apartment is quite large and we haven't changed it much since the passing of our Parents. I took over Dad's study, mainly because I loved the rustic look of the room, the leather chair, and his antique desk made out of cherry wood. We still sleep in our old rooms and have left Mom and Dad's bedroom pretty much as it was. Every time we talk about cleaning it out we end up not doing it. We probably do it on purpose on some subconscious level, trying to keep their memory alive. So we live on Jenny with her books, dancing and hobbies and me with my studying, boxing, and lifting.
I poured the tea into the cups and headed towards the couch.
"Jen?"
She moved her book slightly from her face, looks at me and smiles. "Sorry Charlie. I'm just so caught up in the history of the Medici family." She extends her hand and takes the cup.
"Thanks. I needed this." After a short pause, she continues "I was just thinking that I should go for a walk."
"Well there is the path I usually walk through the park, "I offer, hopefully.
"Oh? " says Jen, interested.
"Yeah, it goes down along the river that flows into the pond in the middle. There are some benches around the pond that I like to sit on."
Jen smiled and said enthusiastically "Yeah. Let's go. Walkies yay! I need some fresh air."
She can be so childish sometimes I thought to myself, but that is just one more thing I loved about her.
We grab our coats and put on some sneakers. April is already warm in our part of the country but with frequent rain and wind. So we bundle up warmly before heading out. There is a light breeze and the sun breaks through the white puffy clouds, making it quite a lovely day.
On our walk, I'm mostly watching Jenny not giving much attention to the nature that surrounds us. She walks with a dancer's grace a sort of hypnotic style that one is helpless against, so one can do nothing else but stare like an idiot.
"How far is it to the pond?" she asks. So far we'd been walking in silence.
"Max 10 minutes," I reply. "I usually run towards it, my best time from our apartment to the pond is 8 minutes 23 seconds."
"Wow, Freak," she responds with a laugh, trying to tease me. Jen always gets up before me but I always find her wrapped in a blanket on the sofa with a book in her hand, as I head out for my morning run. Jen eats a lot and still has a slim build, it's probably from the dancing practice she does about three times a week and fast metabolism.
"Well you have to work hard to be fit like me," I replied with a smile on my face.
"Can't lie, you do look, good bro," she replies.
We both laugh. I sneak a quick look at her, she is smiling so carefree, staring off in the distance as we walk. A burst of wind blows and lets her hair run free in the wind, making her look even cuter than she is.
"You can always come to the gym with me," I said.
"Am no thanks. Too many men."
She has a thing about being watched by men. She just hates it, plain and simple. Strangely though she doesn't have that problem with women, that's why she dances in an all-women dance club.
"They're just looking to creep," she continued, then takes my arm and walks closer.
"Ou come on, they are just looking for love, haha," I replied sarcastically.
"Hahaha. So are you one of them too, bro?"
"Am I one of who now?"
"One looking for love?"
I miss a step and stumble, and if she didn't catch me I would have face-planted for sure.
"What do you mean, exactly?" I ask.
"I'm just curious. You're all grown up. Yet I have never seen you with a girl longer than a few weeks. Are you that bad at making a long-term connection with someone?"
"Jen..." I start, uncomfortably, caught completely off guard. Jen loves to pry, but she never dug into the relationship zone before, and it's unsettling, to say the least, for her to suddenly take an interest.
"Charles! Spill it already! I'm bored and restless and part of that is due to not knowing whether you're happy!" she said demanding an answer.
"I'm not seeing anyone. And for the connection part, I just haven't found anyone I can connect with on an emotional level." I try to give her an answer that would make her quiet.
"Why not?" she continues to pry.
"Because," I whispered.
"Whyyyyyy?" she wheedles.
I can't help myself but laugh. Jenny has this way of sounding impossibly cute and adorable. If I had to describe it, I would say it looks like a young puppy craving for attention. I'm powerless against it, and she knows it.
"Because I've never met anyone who could keep me interested for more than a couple of weeks. I just get bored with them, wanting to do the same thing, not wanting to try new things, new adventures..." after a short pause I continue. "Besides I have work, Uni, and my workouts. Besides that and hanging out with you there isn't much time left for me to give girls the attention they deserve. Or let's put it differently think they deserve."
She seems satisfied with my action. We walk on for a bit, then she starts again.
"So you say you don't get bored with me haha. I'm flattered," smiling as she speaks. You can see the devil in her eyes while she says it, teasing me making me feel uncomfortable, waiting for me to answer her so she can boost her ego.
"I won't boost your ego, Jenny! So you can just drop it, " I replied then continued in a whisper "but yes, I don't get bored with you."
She grabs my arm tighter, not letting me break free from her tight grip. For a slim girl, she was pretty strong. We walk on, and I listen to the wind playing with the tree branches as I think about the conversation we had.
My mind raced to my past girlfriends, or flings are better putting it. I never was with a girl long enough to even consider her my girlfriend. Maybe I was just afraid of commitment and I was just telling myself that the girls I have been with lack the adventurous spirit that I possess. Maybe underneath it all there was just that fear of abandonment.
But I had Jenny. I always had jenny to rely on and talk to. I told her everything, except this, this I will keep to myself.
We've reached the pond and I stop, take a deep breath, shoving off my thoughts.
"Here we are!" said Jenny. I shoot her a glance, she's looking around with sparkling eyes, being surrounded by the unfamiliar.
I sit on a nearby bench. The wood is warm and the sun is out. I love the noise of the water and wind in the trees. Thus I regard the pond as my sanctuary, my little piece of heaven. I come here to think, and more often than I care to admit, to wallow in self-pity.
"Welcome to my little piece of heaven," I announced, pointing my finger to space next to me. "Sit m'lady."
"Don't mind if I do good Sir," she laughs and sits down next to me. We lean companionably against one another. There is no sound but the wind in the trees and the water beneath us. It was a moment of pure clarity and Jenny's shoulder is warm against mine.
After a while, my curiosity got the best of me and I asked "Why the sudden interest in my love life?"
"I worry about you, always have, always will," she responds.
I snort and answer teasingly. "I'm a big boy now, I can take care of myself."
"Haha, you idiot. I know you are, but still, you're my baby brother, and I still feel responsible for you," says Jenny.
I frown. "Listen, you raised me, you nurtured me, you were there for me. You don't need to waste more energy worrying about me. I'm doing good in school, have great friends and a fine job, I'm going to be okay."
She leans her head forward onto a knee and looks back up at me. "Are you?" she says, quietly.
For some reason, I hesitate to answer and my mind wanders to the thoughts of our Mom. I push back those memories and finally answer "Yes." And continue "I'm done talking bout this."
"You need to open up to someone, Charlie."
She sighs, and we sit in silence for a while. Then all of a sudden like a lightning bolt she shoots out "I'm lonely."
"Why?" I respond, cautiously. Jen doesn't share much of what goes in her head, I can usually read her mood by her body language and through the years I have become somewhat of an expert in reading my sister's body language.
"Just am. I miss Mom and Dad, and also Jim." she says, quietly.
"That cheating bastard?" I exclaim, unbelievingly.
She smiles sadly. "Yeah, him. He was good for me."
"Except when he cheated on you and broke your fucking heart," I respond, irritated.
"Yeah, well I still miss him." She sighs. " He kissed so nicely."
I pretend to puke, then say. "Please for the love of God, please stop. You're my sister I don't want you imagining kissing anyone."
We laugh quietly. She leans her head on my shoulder and we're quiet for a bit again.
"He had a great tongue too..." she whispered in my ear.
"Okay that's enough, we are going," I stand up and slowly starting to walk.
"Ou come on I'll stop. I just couldn't help myself," she laughs. "But you are right, we should head home. The sun will soon set and I'm getting a bit chilly." We were walking home faster than on our way to the pond. "I love this, just us, talking. Thanks" she said. "No need to thank me, I love hanging out with you sis," I answered.
Soon enough we're home, and just at the nick of time too. The clouds have started to gather and the light is dying fast.
CHAPTER 2
I eye my computer guilty. I should be studying, I have an exam coming up next month and I am way behind. But I'm too tired from work and quite honestly, feeling a bit strung out after Jen's probing earlier. So it's decided I'm going to spoil myself tonight. I head over to the sofa and lay on it as I turn on the TV.
As the light dims, the News start, honestly I just turned on the TV cause I find it strange sitting in a quiet room. I stand up and stretch, then wander over to the liquid cabinet and pour myself, Jameson, on the rocks, just like Dad used to drink. I grab a blanket and a pillow from my room and back to the sofa I go. Soon, I'm lying on my side, facing the TV and losing myself in the whisky.
I must have dozed off at some point, because the next thing I remember is Jenny shaking my shoulder, waking me up for dinner. I get up, stretch let out a yawn then proceed to the kitchen. Dad had always wanted to knock through the wall to make the entire space open but had never got round to it, and neither have me since then. So suppers are always in the kitchen, at our cherry table.
"Would you like some wine with that?" she offered. I just nodded still not completely awake. She grabbed us a bottle of white wine and pours it into our everyday glasses. Jenny was always a great cook, she could make even the most ordinary dish into a five-star plate.
"So how much more till you are finished with Uni?" I ask her.
"Almost finished," she answered. "Only got two exams more, should be finished by the end of the year."
She smiles and stretches, and I catch myself watching her, again. I quickly snap out of it and drop my eyes at my plate. I'm not especially hungry but the food is delicious and she went through a lot of effort to make it, so it would be disrespectful not to eat all of it. I look up and find her watching me. She smiles as I take another bite, "good you need to eat to keep all those muscles, Charlie."
"Wow did you just call me hot between the lines?" I smile at her.
"Well I guess I did," turning red as she answers.
"You're hot too," I say without thinking.
"Oh you're just saying that," as she leans back into the chair, sipping her wine.
"No I'm serious you could be a model Jen. You're beautiful, you're sexy, you're cute, you are pretty much every man's wet dream," I blabbered out.
"Whoa, calm down! You're gonna give yourself an erection!" she laughs at me.
"Yeah, yeah haha," I said as I brush off her comment. I get up and move my ass back to the sofa, where the embarrassment of my comment about my sister hits me.
It can't have been long before Jenny walks through and joins me on the couch.
CHAPTER 3
She lowers herself down on the blanket next to me. "Sorry if I embarrassed you. I was just teasing."
"No it's fine. It's just you are my big sister and I know that you sacrificed so much for me. And I want you to know that you are an amazing, caring, and gentlewoman. In one word you are gorgeous, plain, and simple."
Jenny gives me an odd look, but soon recovers and assumes a naughty schoolgirl pose. "You're amazing," she says seriously.
"JENNY!" I yell in embarrassment as I hit her with a pillow.
She laughs then suddenly hugs me fiercely, knocking me back. "Am I making you hard," she whispered. And just as she said it she burst out laughing releasing me from her tight grip. In all seriousness, I did feel something building up between my legs. I know it was wrong but it has been a while since a girl even hugged me. Pulling her legs up under her, and starts staring at the TV. "Sorry for that, just couldn't resist," still laughing as she says it. "Any more of that whisky?" she asks.
"Yea in the liquor cabinet, it was dad's favorite," I answered. "Didn't know that," she murmurs.
"Do you still miss them?" I ask her
"Every second of every day," she responds tiredly. "I was so angry with them Charlie. I couldn't believe they did something so stupid. They should have known better than to have that second glass of wine, knowing there was a storm coming and the roads would be slippery."
"They wanted to get home," I tell her. "Even smart people make stupid decisions sometimes," I reach out and wrap an arm around her, pulling her close, trying to be a strong man, trying to be a rock for her.
"Do you regret being stuck with me?" she asks, quietly.
"What?" I exclaim. "God Jenny no! You're my sister, I needed you and you stayed with me! You are amazing and I have you to thank for making it this far. So no!"
"Don't you think I'm holding you back in some way?"
"No, no I don't. You're the reason I got so far in the first place, and I will be eternally thankful to you. And before you say it, no I'm not lonely, and no I do not regret not having a girlfriend." I grab the bottle and refill our now empty glasses.
"You sure?" she asks.
"Just shut up and drink," I say as I top her glass. She's a lightweight, but we don't have anywhere to go, so there is no harm in just drinking and enjoying each other company.
"So when was the last time you kissed a girl?" she asks.
"Wow you are just on fire today aren't you?"
"I'm curious and bored. Humor me, it's cold outside, it's just the two of us, and we're getting drunk so spill," she responds.
"it's been months, since the last time," I answered
"Since what, since you hugged a girl, kissed a girl, or..." moving her eyebrows up and down "had your way with a girl hmm?"
"Since anything okay... Happy now?" I answered frustratedly.
"Well it's been half a year for me, so I truly feel you," she answered.
"Can we just change the subject?" I asked.
"Why?"
"Cause you're my sister and it's weird talking about sex with you." I take another sip of my whisky and lay back on the couch starring at the screen.
"That's a pity that you're embarrassed. It's kinda cute tho seeing you like that." she said. An awkward silence followed. " To be continued," she announced, "I'm going to shower." she stands up and stretches. Her stretches were otherworldly, she rises onto her toes, arches her back, tilts her head, and reaches up to the sky with her hands. It's like ballet, a pure work of art. She's always so graceful. "You going to be up waiting for me, right Charlie?"
"Yeah," as I take another sip from my glass.
Without a word, she walks towards the shower.
CHAPTER 4
I sat back on the couch and stared at the TV. My mind wandered to my sister. I shift, uncomfortably. I've seen my sister in a bikini enough times to have an intimate knowledge of her body, and in my current intoxicated state, that made me feel very uneasy.
Her breasts are small. STOP IT. Her chest-length golden bronze hair covering her nipples. STOP IT. The light sheen of water on her skin. Mouth open, eyes closed, inviting you to kiss her. STOP IT.
To distract myself, I started thinking about furniture, couches, beds, pillows, anything that isn't sexual. None of it helped. I'm too drunk and tired to go for a run and too horny to shut my mind down. Desperate times, call for desperate measures. I lie back on the couch, drag a blanket over me, and unbutton my pants. I slip my hand down under my underpants and try to relax. I'm already hard as I start jerking off. But then I hear the water in the shower being turned off. There was barely enough time to remove my hand from my erect dick before the bathroom door opened and my sister walked out of there.
"Hei you," she says as she sits next to me. I can't help to notice the nearly sheer fabric of the skintight black top that she'd decided to wear. It was pretty obvious she wasn't wearing anything under it, as her nipples were visible under the fabric.
"Wow, dressing up like that, there's not a man on earth you wouldn't get it from," I said. I don't know why I just said that, was it the alcohol or me being horny I do not know but I just told my sister she is irresistible.
"So do you like it? I couldn't help myself from teasing you more," she said with a light smile while she ends the drink in her glass. "So where were we? Ou yes I was asking you questions you don't like haha."
"Yeah, well I'm getting a liking in them" I responded, still hard under my pants.
"If you say so. But please tell me if I make you too uncomfortable at any point?"
I shot her a strange look. "If your outfit didn't make me run away nothing will."
"I just don't want to step over any lines."
"I'll tell you if you do." I said to her, smiling.
She drew a nervous arc in the air with her foot. "Tell me a secret."
"What kind of a secret?" I asked.
"Something deep, amm like why are you afraid of commitment. And don't give me that bullshit that you get bored with girls."
"I dunno, Jen. I guess... I guess I'm just scared of getting hurt and abandoned again."
"You can't learn how to ride a bike without falling at least once."
"Well I guess you're right. You do make a point haha. I'll have to think about it." I said as I try to think of my sister's words. It was hard to focus with her sitting next to me but her words hit me hard and deep.
Before I could gather my thoughts Jen said, "You think too much, that's your problem. Think less do more." Suddenly her arm reaches out and pulls me closer, she looks deep into my eye, and before I can ever think, she darts her head and kisses me on the lips. I'm shocked and surprised as Jenny breaks it off.
She breaks off for air, and I gasp a shaky breath. I don't know if it was the alcohol or what that overcame her, but before I could ask she started to speak. "I rest my case," as she picks up her glass and drains it. "Sorry for that but it had to be done. I'm not trying to wind you up, you know..." she added as she giggled. An awkward silence follows.
"Charlie? Hey, are you OK?"
I smiled, shaking my head. "Yeah, just confused and conflicted."
"Conflicted how?"
"Well that was hot, but you're my sister!"
"So good and bad, then huh. I'll take it," she said smiling like she was without a care in the world.
"Some people might say that, but I'm still too lost to question the morality of it."
Jenny giggles. "I'll take that as a compliment."
I still couldn't arrange my thought, but I knew I can't sit on the couch with my sister in silence. So I said the first thing that came to my mind. "You're awfully quiet. What're you thinking?"
"You know just about sex and stuff," she murmured shifting.
"Ou anything in particular?"
"Uh-huh," she echoed. "We're just sad, lonely, and horny."
"Yeah I guess," I sighed. "So you think about sex in general, or something specific?" looking into her eyes.
"Specific," she breathed. "Very, very specific."
"Tell me."
"Can't. It's too personal."
"Not fair, you made me uncomfortable all night," I replied.
"I guess you're right," she answered. "But first I'm cold so come here." Before I could hesitate she pulled me down and laid on my right arm, sighing as she tucked her face into the nape of my neck. I was desperately trying to ignore the sensation of her against me, I could feel her small breasts and stomach against my side. The small breaths she drew pushed her breasts against me, and the scent of the shampoo she'd used earlier that evening hung around us. "I want to kiss you again," she whispered.
"You're drunk!" I snorted.
"So are you, Charlie. But call me a liar if you didn't enjoy it, at least a tiny bit."
She bit her lip, then moved her head closer to mine. Her lips are soft. She crawled in slightly harder against me, and I curled my arm in, holding her against me. I put my free hand on her back, then I cannot resist sliding it further down, expecting protest but receiving none.
Jenny's lips part, and after a moment of confusion I let mine follow her lead. I slowly explore and tease her with my tongue, becoming more insistent, and I can feel my heart racing.
She groans, then breaks for air, and gasp out a "wow." She ducks her head and tucks it under my chin, and she pulls me hard against her again. "Tell me what you're thinking," she says.
I take a deep breath. "I'm wondering what you look like."
She shifted, and I briefly felt the weight of her right leg on mine. I swallowed, nervous.
"How much would you give to see them?" she murmured, pressing her leg against me.
"Hmm I will clean the house for a year."
Jenny paused, considering. "That's a very generous offer, but if a bargain like that was going to be struck... I'd demand like for like. Yours for mine." She rubbed her leg against mine and I take a shuddering breath.
"Sorry, Charlie, let me know if you want me to stop."
"I don't. That's the problem."
"Why's it a problem?"
"You're my sister. And I want..."
"You want... what?"
"I want you," I murmured, aching.
She lay, silent.
"Sorry," I said, "That wasn't supposed to come out."
"No... I'm... well, I'll be honest, it's nice to know that my gut feeling is right."
"Glad to know I can get you interested," I grinned.
"Oh believe me," she whispered in my ear, "you do just fine."
I lay, listening to her breathing, and thinking about the tight heat of her body. My penis was still achingly hard, and I took a small, shuddering breath as Jen reached down to touch it. I felt myself twitch, as she squeezed me.
"So, tell me what you want." Her hand snaked, and she stroked her finger along the ridge of my engorged cock.
"I can't," I hesitated. "I can't ask that of you."
"You want to be in me, don't you? All of this," rubbing her hand between my legs "All of you. In me," she whispered into my neck, rubbing herself against me.
I nodded.
"How much? How much do you want to be in me?" she continues to whisper as she shifts her leg over mine, pressing her thigh hard against me. I whimpered and grounded against her. "So much I won't be able to control myself, if you keep this up." She took a breath and moved on top of me, laying there, her belly and groin grinding against my erection. "So if I continue doing this, you won't be able to control yourself?"
"Yes so please stop, we're drunk and we're brother and sister!" I mustered all my strength to say that.
She pushed herself upright and was now sitting on me, so I could feel the damp heat of her as she nestled me against her with only two thin pieces of fabric between us. "If you tell me this right here doesn't turn you on. If you tell me right now that you don't want me, then I'll stop."
"Jenny..."
"Say we have sex. How do we go back from here?"
"There you go again. Overthinking, just relax and enjoy it," she said as she slid her leg further over mine. She trailed her hand down over my chest resting it on my stomach, tapping her fingers, kissing me again. "Just enjoy it." Snaking her hand down to stroke the hard bulge in my pants.
"Oh God, Jenny. Fuck that feels so good."
"Thought you'd like that," she moaned, squeezing me through the fabric. "You feel amazing. So hard, I'm flattered."
"This is such a bad idea."
"Yes it is," she agreed, withdrawing her hand and stroking my hip. "And this is even a worse one." With that, she starts kissing me down my chest to my stomach. Pulling down my pants and underwear. Then back to my lips.
I rolled over towards her and slid my hand down to the small of her back. I pulled her gently against me, and she moaned as my penis pressed on her thigh. "God, you feel amazing," I breathed. "I love holding you like this."
""You're giving me butterflies," she quavered, as she lifted her right leg and hooked it over me, pulling me against her. "Oh my god, this is making me so hot."
"How hot?" I breathed.
"Find out yourself."
I trailed my hand down over her ass, then stroke it down the outside of her leg. She said nothing, but reached behind her and took my left hand in hers. She rolled slightly away from me, creating a narrow gap between us as she lifted her right leg away from me. She guided my hand down between her legs
My penis pulsed, as I felt the slight stubble of her pubic hair under my fingertips. Jenny didn't wear any panties, and my heart missed a beat as she drew my fingers down to her hot, soaked lips and clit.
"Right there, yes, right there Charlie."
I take a quick breath, before I spread her with my finger, moving downwards, deeper in her. "Right there, right there, fuck," she moans and grinds against my fingertip, shuddering hard. "Oh fuck yes baby..."
Her words were like magic. I pull her against me, my hard penis pushing against her, hearing her sweet moans. She rolls onto her back and opens herself while at the same time releases my hand so that she can play with her nipples as I bury one of my fingers deep in her. Touching her clit with my other fingers. Her clit is small, firm, and slick under my touch. She is arching and whimpering as I dart my fingertip around it and down to her soaked slit.
Jenny reaches out impatiently and makes her way down to my groin, gripping my cock and squeezing me, rubbing my shaft slowly, teasing me.
"More," she said. "Do me harder," she moaned, arching as I crook the tip of my finger into her soaked entrance. Her breathing is ragged, she is panting and moaning, building it steadily. I can feel the way her leg muscles twitch and clamp against me, I can feel her, she is close to cum.
It didn't take her long. She stopped breathing for a moment, and I feel her stomach starting to tremble. She let out the most enjoyable cry I have ever heard as she starts to cum on me. I stroke her and pull her close to me, holding her through aftershock, until she grabs my hand and viciously pulls it out of her, moaning "No more, please no more."
She lays to her side and crawls close to me, still shivering and drawing ragging breaths. I hold her as I stroke her back, letting her calm down from her orgasm.
"I hope you enjoyed that," I whispered.
"Fuck. WOW. Yes, that was something else. Your fingers in me wow. I wanted that for hours, to be honest."
"You were so wet I love it," I murmured. Jen is laying beside me with her leg resting idly on top of mine and her head snuck deep in my neck.
"You idiot, of all the things you could have said, you say that. How bout you keep quiet for a few minutes so I can catch my breath," she smiled.
I lay, listening to her breathing, and thinking about her body. My penis is still achingly hard, and I take a quick breath as Jen reaches down to touch me again, she wasn't finished yet. I twitch as I feel her warm breath on my neck as she squeezes me.
"Charlie."
"Yeah?"
Her finger stroking along the ridge of my engorged cock "Tell me what you want."
"It's too much, what I want."
"Never," she answered as she kisses my neck.
"I want my cock in you. Completely in you."
Before I can finish my sentence she pushes herself upright and sits on me. I can feel her heat as she nestles against me. "No going back, Charlie. I can feel you, rock hard between my lips," she moans. She reaches down and teases me. "I want you in me. Use me," she whispers, dropping her gaze and then shooting me a glance from under her lashes. "Make me yours, nobody but us will ever know."
I can hear her shallow, rapid breathing, it's matching the pace of my own heart. I roll towards her. Her instant response is pressing herself backward against my crotch groaning quietly as she feels me hard along the line of her ass.
"Can I touch you again?" I whispered in her ear.
"Touch me, taste me, fuck me, just make me yours," she moaned
I part her lips with my finger. She whimpers by my touch. I'm stroking her gently and she squirms against my dick, moaning when I withdrew my fingers. I pull back, trailing my hand up then down around her thigh, between her legs from behind.
"Yeah, there, touch me there." I can feel her wetness on my fingertips, the almost complete lack of resistance to penetration by my finger. She tilts her hips slightly to allow me slightly deeper in and moans as I curl my finger slightly inside her.
I withdraw my finger at the same time she pushes herself back against me. "Stop teasing and make me yours. I want you in me."
I reach down, and press on myself, bending my shaft down so that it was at the base of her ass. The breaths hissed between her lips as she pushes back, sliding my throbbing head against her. She reaches down between her legs and holds the head of my dick between her fingers. She takes a deep breath as she holds m aching head to her soaking, tight slit. "Make me yours," she gasped.
I reach my hand and take her breast in my hand, marveling at how firm it is, gently squeezing her hard nipple between my fingers. She moans, and I take the opportunity to push forward, feeling the tip of my erect cock part her.
"Oh god, Jenny," I breathed, feeling like I'm going to explode then and there as the tight wet heat of her body accepted me into her. Jen presses my penis into her with her fingers and hunches down onto it trying to get me deeper in her.
"Oh god, it's so big," she moans. "So tight, fuck ugh, fuck me," she takes another breath, slides away slightly, and then droves back with greater force than before. "Fuck, I need this. I need this so badly. Push into me baby, please, I need to feel you completely."
I change the angle, leaning back so that I can penetrate deeper into her. I pull out a bit, hearing a disappointing moan, and then gently leaning into her. Her pussy is tight on me, but she is so wet, so inviting as I slid deeper into her. She claws at my hip, hissing, and moaning as I withdraw and push in again.
"Jenny, I'm close. Fuck you're so tight. I'm going to lose it."
"Do it. Fill me up. I want all of you," she whimpers. She pulls away and rolls onto her stomach.
She knew exactly what I wanted. I climb up behind her and slip myself down between her legs. She reaches under herself and guides me into her, and I can hear her cry out as I push into her once again. I pull out and slam into her again, she gasps, then groans and pushes back against me. I push deep in and out of her wet, wild slit and I feel my orgasm coming sooner than I would like.
"Jenny," I moan.
"Cum baby, explode into me, please. I need it," she moans, and with a final groaning thrust I bottom out in her, my orgasm taking me and locking me hard n her as I cum into her.
"Oh god, oh god baby," she cries out, clawing at my head with her hand. "Cum for me baby! Cum in me," she demands.
Aftershock hits me and I shiver as she wriggled slightly back and forth under me. "Don't pull out, just stay, stay in me for a moment longer," she whispered.
I slump forward on her, still breathing hard, and kiss her ear. She whimpers under me, lets out a soft wordless, pleased moan as she lays there me between her lips. She kisses me just once and then I slowly and cautiously pull out and lift myself off her.
I lay to the side and pull her body close against mine.
CHAPTER 5
"Wow, that was amazing, baby. I could feel you shooting your cum in me."
I pull her hard against me. "Was that what you thought it would be?"
"No," she answered
"No?"
"It was better than I ever expected," she cups me with her hand. "I still can't believe how good you felt in me."
"What happens now?" I ask her, nervously.
"Now I want more, but after the sex we just had I need a moment, and luckily for you, I could use a shower. I can clean you off, and you get to see me naked and wet, I mean wetter," she winks as she finishes her sentence.
"That sounds like a great idea," I whispered.
"So shower time?" she offered.
"Yeah," I answer.
"Help me up, lover," she said teasingly.
She takes my hand and I pull her to her feet. "Come with me," she smiles.
I follow her without hesitation across the room, pass the TV, admiring her naked thighs and ass as she moves towards the shower. She pauses to turn on the light in the shower "So you can see all of me," she whispers.
She stands before me completely naked, and I'm astonished by how good she looks. I can't help myself but glimpse at her crotch, my sperm slowly dripping down her thigh. I don't know if she didn't notice or she knowingly ignores it, but that scene was making me hard again. She puts her hands on my waistband and murmurs "Mmm, you're still hard."
"I blame you, and your leaking pussy. It's just so hot seeing your pussy leaking cum. My cum."
She cups me in her hand and makes a deep noise in her throat. "All for you baby. It's all for you." Jen smiles at me then pulls herself against me and grounds me against her belly. "Come, let's shower, then find somewhere more comfortable."
I didn't know where this adventure, this forbidden taboo is going to take me all I knew at that moment is... I don't want it to stop. I guess even smart people make stupid decisions.