Alone with Ashley, Day 2, Later that Morning [mf][inc]

I sat on the couch, stunned, and watched as Ash bolted from the family room. She had kissed me, but it wasn’t a sisterly peck on the cheek. No, this was a full on plant right on my mouth and I had even felt her soft tongue against my lips. There was also the fact that she was sober now, not like last night when she was hammered and had no idea what she was doing. So she kissed me intentionally, knowing full well what it meant.

*What the hell?*

Concerned and confused, I walked upstairs, knocked on her door and pushed it open a crack. Ash was face-down on the bed, her face buried in her pillow. “Can I come in?” I asked hesitantly.

Ash kept her face buried, but nodded her head up and down. I slipped in, closing the door behind me, and sat down next to her, placing a comforting hand on her back

“What’s going on?” I asked, “You broke up with Mark? Because you’re a virgin?” That last part was especially surprising as I had always assumed she wasn’t. I looked her up and down; the long runner’s legs, the cute butt concealed under her boy shorts, her golden hair sprayed across her upper back and part of me was glad she didn’t just give it away to some asshole.

Without looking up, Ash explained her recent history with Mark. “Things weren’t great recently, like, every time we were together all he wanted to do was get in my pants. I mean, we fooled around, but like just making out and feeling me up. I gave him a handjob once too, but only because he said I had to if I wasn’t going to fuck him.”

I seethed when she told me this, picturing my sister being forced to jerk him off just because she didn’t want to fuck him. I wanted to kill him.

Ash continued, “So last night we were making out in Spilman’s basement, and again he tried to put his hand down my pants. It’s fuzzy because I was kind of wasted, but I pushed him away and told him to cut the shit. So he got all mad and called me a tease and I think I yelled out that he had a tiny prick and some other people down there laughed. He left and I followed him up to the kitchen and we were still yelling at each other and then he said he didn’t have time to waste on a virgin. So I told him to fuck off, then a little while later I saw him making out with Emily and I screamed at him again. Then I left and I don’t remember much of how I got home and what happened when I did until a few minutes ago and you were being so nice about it and then I kissed you and then you pulled away horrified and fuck! I’m just such an idiot!” Ash buried her face deeper into her pillow and let out a guttural scream of anguish.

I let out a sigh and felt horrible, not only because of what happened between her and Mark, but also because I pulled back not because I was disgusted, but because I was confused. “Ash, hey, it’s ok,” I began as I gently rubbed her back. “So first, Mark’s a piece of shit and you should have broken up with him a long time ago. Second, who cares if you’re a virgin? I’m a virgin.”

Ash turned her head and gave me a look of exasperation. “Oh, gee thanks,” she said with a significant amount of sarcasm.

“Yeah, I know,” I continued rolling my eyes, “but still, it’s not like you’re the only virgin in the school or anything like that and I’m sure most people lie about it anyways. And, as far as that kiss…I wasn’t disgusted or anything like that. I was just…confused. I mean after last night, and then you got upset and then you’re kissing me. You just caught me by surprise that’s all. Come here.”

I paused, waiting for her reply as I continued to rub her back. She sniffled, sat up and leaned against my shoulder with her hands in her lap. I handed her a tissue to wipe her eyes and nose. “Why are you so good to me? I mean, yeah, we give each other shit, but you’ve always got my back.”

“You’re my big sister. I have to keep an eye out for you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replied as she threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. I slipped an arm around her and we both fell backwards onto the bed, her head on my chest and her leg wrapped over mine.

We lay there for awhile, neither of us saying anything. I could feel her heartbeat and soft breathing against my chest Ash had stopped crying, and I felt as though I should say something, which, of course, was probably a mistake.

“By the way,” I began, feeling puckish, “your boobs are pretty spectacular.”

Ash lifted her head from my chest and raised her eyebrows with a little smile. “Really? Mark once called them ‘puffy mushrooms.’ I mean, that’s the worst fucking comparison I ever heard,” she laughed. “I think they’re too small though. I’ve always been jealous of girls with big boobs.”

“Yeah, I mean…” I stammered now feeling exposed as I expressed my true feelings, “I haven’t seen a lot in real life…but when you flashed me, they were…um, I dunno…perfect?”

Ash flushed and grinned, her eyes welling up, “Aww, you’re so sweet!” and she moved up slightly and kissed my cheek. I ran my fingers across her cheek, brushing away an errant tear, our faces inches apart. She had never looked so vulnerable and lovely at the same time. I just wanted to hold her and keep her for myself forever.

So I leaned up and kissed her. In the same place she had kissed me. Only this time, neither of us pulled away.

I kissed her lightly on the lips and she did the same to me. I kissed the corner of her mouth and she kissed me back. I then kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her nose, her chin, my lips flitting lightly across her face, as she giggled coyishly. She leaned her head back ever so slightly, allowing me to kiss under her chin and along her jaw. Every nerve in my body had gone into high alert, my hands and feet tingling. I could feel her breasts, pressed against my chest and just thinking about them caused a shift in my boxers. My mind was racing though, wondering if this was the right thing to do.

*Am I taking advantage of her? She just broke up with her boyfriend. Am I a rebound guy? What am I doing?!?!*

I lay my head back down and gazed at her beautiful face. “Um…should we be doing this? Are you okay with this? I mean you just…”

Ash’s eyebrows tented and she got that crease between her eyes which always meant “You’re such a fucking dork!” Then she shook her head in exasperation, smiled, and began kissing my cheeks, my jaw, and my neck. I could feel the tension I had been holding in rush out like the water in a plastic swimming pool when you sit on the edge. When she reached my ear, she breathed into it lightly, then started nibbling around it. I lay there for a minute, letting Ash continue her exploration of my face, my dick stiffening in my shorts. I suddenly felt embarrassed that she might see, or worse, *feel* it, so I shifted to my side to face her. I ran my fingers lightly across her cheek and kissed her again, deeply, our lips joining as our tongues sought each other out. I felt my eagerness build, my desire to devour her and I could sense the hunger in her as well.

This was so different from the previous night. Last night had been born of anger and sadness and confusion and quite a lot of alcohol. This was two people who loved each other and just wanted to make each other happy. This was good. It felt right.

I shifted again, to access her neck, which I kissed with greater intensity, moving side to side, ever downward towards the shallow depression at its base, eliciting a soft moan from her. I ran my fingers across her collarbone then down and around until I had brushed across her covered breast. She closed her eyes and let out a breathy sigh as my hand cupped it, and pinched her nipple lightly between my scissoring fingers. She shuddered with pleasure.

“Wait,” she whispered and sat up, turning her back to me. She lifted her shirt off and let it fall to the floor then crossed her arms over her chest and turned back around. “You really think they’re perfect?” she asked.

I reached up and took her hands then brought them down in mine, exposing her soft, milky skin with just a dappling of freckles, her breasts eager to be held and kissed and treated like royalty. “Yes. They’re perfect,” I said with a smile as I sat up. Although I had very little experience in pleasing a girl, I just threw myself into it, figuring she’d tell me if I wasn’t doing something right. I leaned forward and began kissing her chest as she took my head lightly in her hands. My tongue played along the inside curve, then around her aureola, before a quick flick of the nipple, and a lick around the outside. I switched to her other breast, repeating my actions, as she moaned and pulled my head against her.

“Please suck on them. Please,” she asked, gasping loudly. I took her breast in my mouth and began to suck, gently at first, then more hungrily, pulling her further into my mouth, as my tongue ran over under and around. I loved the salty taste of her skin and the feel of her nipples as they stiffened. I switched back and forth between the two, pausing to kiss her mouth again, before returning to her chest. Her body shivered under my attention and she lay back down on the bed, pulling me to the side of her. “Take off your shirt,” she quietly demanded her eyes heavy lidded. I quickly yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it aside and she pulled me close as she ran a finger across my chest, around my nipple, then down my abdomen.

I may have let out a little yelp when her hand pressed on my erection. I don’t really remember, though I was sure she would remind me of it one day. I felt myself press back against her hand but was glad when she moved her hand away or else I might have cum right then. My eagerness to be inside her, to feel her whole body against mine, clouded my brain. I sat up and reached down then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her underwear.

Her eyes grew fearful and she quickly stopped my hands, “No…not now, not yet,” she pleaded, “please.”

*Oh fuck,* I realized, *I can’t believe I just did that.*

A pit grew in my stomach at that moment and I withdrew. I should have known better after the pressure Mark had put on her. “I’m sorry Ash,” I apologized, “I…I got too excited I guess.”

Now it was her turn to console me. “It’s okay. I get it. Here.” She pulled me down next to her again, and took my hand in hers pressing mine against her chest with hers on top. She guided my hand down her belly and into her underwear, her fingers like a puppeteer, controlling every move of my hand. She pressed my middle finger between her lips, and slid it up and down until I felt her wetness, which we then spread, lubricating her vulva. She took my forefinger and introduced me to her clit, guiding my finger in circles around it, before returning our attention back to her lips. My hard dick was aching to be touched, but I ignored it as best I could, trying to stay focused.

Ash continued to guide my hand through every fold of her lips and over and across her mound, forcing my palm against her clit as she spread her legs wider. “Oh…Alex…yes!” she gasped, her body responding to every touch, “Faster! Keep going!” I sped up my fingers between her lips as her hand grabbed mine and forced it against her pussy, plunging my finger inside her. I watched, wide-eyed, as she ground her pussy against our hands, her body shuddering, soft whimpers and giggles coming unbidden as she finally collapsed against me, her head buried against my shoulder.

I slowly pulled my hand from her shorts, her wonderful perfume coming with it. I sat up, prepared to leave when she put her hand on my chest and forced me back down.

“We’re not done,” she cooed into my ear.

Ash reached down, slid her hand into my shorts, and wrapped her fingers around my aching shaft. It was like an electric shock had erased everything about me but that feeling of her hand on my cock.

*Holy fuck*

“I…I’m not gonna last long,” I moaned as her hand slid up and down.

She turned her head, smiled at me, and licked my chest. “I know,” she said grinning wickedly as she increased her pace. As I started bucking against her hand, she stopped and pulled my shorts and boxers down below my balls, freeing my throbbing prick. Her stroking resumed and seconds later I couldn’t hold out any longer.

“Oh Fuck! Ash! Oh!” I groaned. I grabbed her hand and stopped her mid-stroke as my cock exploded, sending streams of my spew across my belly and flowing down her fingers, which were still tightly gripping me. She released me, allowing the last of my cum to flow out and down my shaft, then moved up and kissed me one last time before she collapsed next to me, still giggling and mewling.

“That was amazing,” she sighed, “for a dork.”

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