Alone with Ashley [mf][inc]

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“Later, dork!”

Mom and Dad had barely pulled out of the driveway for their three-week vacation through Europe when Ashley grabbed the car keys off the pegboard and headed for the door. Knowing her, she was going to her friend Simone’s house. She and her friends would “pre-game” there on wine coolers before ending up at some big rager at Brian Conrad’s or David Spilman’s since their parents never cared what they did.

“Where are you going?” I asked from the family room couch, only half interested in the response.

“None of your business!” she called back before reconsidering. “Actually, Simone’s! I don’t know when I’ll be home so enjoy your alone time, loser!” I heard her laugh as the kitchen door slammed shut behind her.

“I hope you crash!” I yelled back.

We’d always been like that, Ashley and I. Sure, we teased each other every chance we got and we had terrible fights, but when it came down to it, we had each other’s backs. She was two years older than me and the popular one of the two of us – the blond girl-next-door, honor roll, captain of girls track, chorus, student council. A good girl with just a little streak of bad running through her.

Me? I wasn’t really a dork. Or maybe I was? Was it the glasses? That I was smart? Didn’t party? I studied hard and earned good grades, swam on both the high school and club teams, and participated in many of the amazing robotic and science clubs our school offered. Never had a girlfriend though. Sure, I had crushes but it just never happened for me, probably because I could never think of anything to say after “Hi.”

It was a Saturday night in July. The sun had set beyond the hill rising behind our backyard, casting the neighborhood in premature twilight, everything turned to shades of indigo. I clicked on the television, flipped through the channels then, finding nothing of interest, left it on to keep me company. Friends were either busy or couldn’t convince their parents to drive them all the way to my house on the very edge of town. Not that there was much to do here anyhow. We had video games but no ping pong table, no swimming pool, nothing really fun for which my friends would go out of their way.

So I wandered the house. Explored drawers. Peeked under beds. I went into Ash’s room, which was decorated with typical teen girl crap: vaguely Buddhist style tapestries on the walls and ceiling, mirrors with selfie photos stuck along the edges, stupid life affirmations painted on wooden planks and hung on the wall above her bed. I lay down on her zig zag patterned bedspread and crossed my hands behind my head. I could smell her scent everywhere – a combination of vanilla and some other stuff I couldn’t identify. I turned on my side and opened her bedstand drawer. *Huh* I thought, pulling out a foil and plastic packet, *she’s on the pill*. I put it back and pulled out a small, metallic green three-legged device with “Buzz Massager” printed on the underside. I clicked “on” and felt it vibrate in my hand. *Nice* I thought and smiled as it bounced around in my hand. I turned it off and returned it to the drawer.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, I was sitting bolt upright on Ashley’s bed, my mind struggling to cast off the bonds of sleep. I heard the kitchen door slam shut and footsteps race through the house. Ash. I quickly glanced at the digital clock on her bedstand: *10:35? That’s early* and immediately knew that something wasn’t right. I was still coming out of my confused state when her bedroom door swung open. There she was swaying, silhouetted against the hall light.

“What…the FUCK..are you doing in MY ROOM?” she yelled, her voice slurring, the smell of beer and pot wafting into the room. She fumbled on the light switch, which activated the bed table lamp, and I could see she had had quite a night, despite the early hour. Her hair was mussed, her mascara had run, and her breasts, despite their modest size, were practically hanging out the sides of her pink tank top, the kind with the extra large armholes. She wore a pair of ultra high cutoffs too, where you can see the pocket liners. I was surprised that she owned clothes this revealing, let alone wore them out to parties.

“Were you jerking off on my bed?” she teased. “You were jerking off weren’t you?”

My head was still somewhat foggy from sleep, and I was in no mood, so I started walking back to my room. “You might want to put your tits away,” I mentioned as I passed by.

“You mean THESE tits?” she leered, lifting up her shirt and shaking her breasts as she rolled her tongue across her lips for additional effect. Her breasts were perky and the color of cream, her petite nipples hardened in the night air. “Bet you can’t wait to go back to your room now,” she teased, her voice thick with alcohol, “and jerk off to them. Loser.” She dropped her shirt, swayed and stumbled towards her bed.

I’d never seen Ash’s breasts before, except for quick glimpses when I passed her bedroom or accidentally surprised her in the bathroom, so seeing them fully exposed stirred something in me I hadn’t felt for my sister before. It excited me, but at the same time my mind acknowledged that feelings like that were wildly inappropriate. However, I couldn’t just let her think I thought of her that way.

“Not sure those even are tits,” I responded sarcastically. Then added, “Sir.”

Ashley’s face suddenly darkened and without warning she launched at me, knocking me to the floor, her body collapsing on top of mine. She sat up, straddled my pelvis, and began punching me, raining blows on my head and chest. “Fuck you you stupid fucker!” she screamed, her face a mask of bitter rage.

At first I didn’t realize she was serious, and I cried, jokingly “Oh help! Woe is me!” which only seemed to anger her more, and she increased the pummeling. *What the hell happened to her tonight?* I wondered as I protected my face from her onslaught. Ash eventually ran out of steam, and I gave up resisting, hoping to end the altercation. She had me pinned to the floor, my hands above above my head, her face, above mine, flushed and tear stained. I glanced down into her tank top and saw those perfect breasts, so tantalizingly close.

Suddenly, Ash sat back up, swaying a bit from the alcohol, then with a cry of “oh shit!” quickly scooted lower on my legs. She stared at my crotch for a second, furrowed her brow, then smiled.

“Are you kidding me?” she laughed through half-lidded eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re hard?”

I hadn’t realized it but all the wrestling and seeing Ash’s breasts had gone right to my groin, my swelling cock creating a noticeable bulge. Ash stared wide-eyed as it grew further, trapped within my khaki shorts. She grinned and scooted forward until she was sitting directly on top of my prick.

“C’mon Ash,” I huffed, “let me up. I’m tired.”

Her weight on my stiff shaft caused ripples of electric charge to race through my body, furthering my arousal. Then, with her eyes already closed from drink and a devious smile, Ashley said a few words I would never forget.

“I’m gonna make…my little baby brotherrrr…cummmmm.”

*Holy shit* was all that ran through my head.

And with that, she began to grind against me, her ultra short cut offs rubbing against my khakis. I should have pushed her off, should have left right then, but the waves of pleasure kept me pinned to the floor, my brain unwilling to override my moral compass. As she rubbed herself against me, her tits swayed slightly and she must have read my thoughts because she grabbed my hands from my sides and placed them over her wondrous breasts, still covered by the tank. I lightly ran my fingers around and underneath her petite pillows, brushing the nipples ever so lightly with my palms. She let out a soft moan and opened her eyes ever so slightly when I lightly rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I stared at her face and for the first time saw why so many found her so attractive: the spray of freckles across the bridge of her slightly upturned nose, the largish blue-green eyes, the blond hair swaying around her shoulders. I was entranced.

Meanwhile, we found a rhythm as I began grinding back, our hips rocking up and down, the friction bringing us to heights of pleasure. She planted her hands on my thighs and bore down into me, hard, a multitude of whispered “fucks” drifting from her mouth. Our pace quickened, my fingers continuing to trace the outline of her breasts, as my aching cock pressed against her hidden pussy, the perfume of which I now inhaled.

Finally I couldn’t hold it any longer. I reached behind her and forced her pussy down against my cock. “Oh fuck Ash!” I cried as my throbbing cock released pulse after pulse of hot cum right into my boxers. Ash followed suit moments later, her legs and butt quivering as her pleasure enveloped her, a final “ohhhhhhh” flowing from her lips. Her face went slack, she swayed once, twice, then collapsed on the floor beside me.

I got up off the floor, feeling a mixture of confusion, shame, and exhilaration, and went to the bathroom to clean myself. When I returned, Ash was still on the floor, mumbling incoherently. I gently lifted her into her bed and carefully removed her shorts, unable to avoid noticing the wet spot on her panties. I covered her with the zig zag blanket and crept to the door, intending to return to my own bed, but when I flicked off the light, a barely-conscious Ashley muttered “nooo…stayyyyy…”.

I wanted to keep an eye on her, to keep her safe, so I crawled into her bed, my body tight against hers. She reached behind her, grabbed my free arm, and pulled it tight across her chest.

“Love you little bro,” she muttered, her voice barely audible.

“Love you too big sis,” I replied, truly meaning it. I kissed her cheek lightly as we both fell into slumber.

To be continued…

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