The cool air was refreshing on his face as he sat next to the open window. This summer had started early and had arrived with a thick, heavy and humid heat. The afternoon air brought some comfort as he sat there, relaxed and waiting. He was waiting for his step-sister to arrive. She was coming over to see him and they hadn’t seen each other in almost a year.
She had left for college and moved into dorms and he had moved out of their family home and bought his first small house with his girlfriend.
They’d grown up together. Their respective parents had divorced quite young and then his dad had met her mother at a work conference. A few months later they’d all moved in together and had made a makeshift family…of sorts.
It wasn’t until almost 10 years later that they’d admitted and acted upon the other connection and feelings they had. That had built up over years of tease, torment and denial from them both.
He recalled how he would tickle her and she’d wriggle in his arms, rubbing herself against him. He would try and hide his erection at first, ashamed and embarrassed, but she was only a couple of years younger than him and certainly no fool. She’d pretend not to notice and wouldn’t say anything but she would focus her attention and motion against it. Maybe it was her denial that allowed her to get away with it. He’d climaxed in his pants on more than one occasion when they played their little game. She must have known, by his grunting or his cock going soft, maybe even feeling the wetness slowly soaking through. Again she’d never said anything, not until a few years later when they first started fooling around and then fucking.
His thoughts continued to their first kiss but then he got distracted by the sound of a car pulling up and then a car door slamming. She was here. He felt his cock twitch and begin to swell a little just at the thought of her being close.
He stood up and straightened his clothes and brushed his hand through his hair in an effort to make himself a little more groomed. Of course, he’d showered already and put on decent clothes. He hadn’t shaved because she always said that she liked him a little rough looking. Damn, he was already trying to impress or seduce her…probably both.
He stood and walked across the wooden floor of the living room and out into the hall, to the front door and opened it in anticipation.
The heat hit him first, followed by that welcome breeze, the sun behind him he could see the beauty of nature, the beauty of powerful and vibrant life. Lush green lawns, flowers blossoming and trees strong with vivid greens and browns, all set in an almost ethereal orange hue of the summer sun.
But none of that compared to her. She stood, hand on one hip, bratty as ever in her pose. A tight white top and short, blue, summer skirt. Her outfit easily revealed her curvaceous, nubile figure, her ample, perky and firm breasts, over her taut abdomen and then her strong and contoured thighs, all the way down to her firm calves onto her tiny ankles and then her feet, currently concealed by white ankle socks and pumps.
He realised he was absolutely standing there being a total pervert and lifted his gaze to her face. Her porcelain white prettiness, framed by that wild, long red hair and finished to perfection with pouty lips and fire green eyes.
His cock began to really swell now, shifting under his pants.
He had to move his stance casually, trying to hide his efforts to push it down with one hand as he cleared his throat to speak.
She beat him to the casual formalities.
“Hey bro.” a wide smirk spread across her doll-like face before she continued “How’s it hangin’?”
It wasn’t her usual way of speaking but the tone clearly gave away her jovial take on his obvious attempt to conceal his arousal.
She had seen and she wanted him to know that she had seen.
She half sauntered and half danced up the path toward him, carrying one small bag of luggage. Her own excitement bubbled to the surface at seeing her brother after all this time.
The taxi that had dropped her off disappeared around the corner of the next street as she stepped up to give him a hug.
She threw the bag into the house and it hit him on the way passed. She giggled and then embraced him passionately and held him close, pulling him into her. She simultaneously lent forward for what he had expected to be a kiss on the cheek or a quick peck on the lips.
She pushed her mouth against his and instantly slid her tongue in to find his.
He thought that perhaps she would come in and they would have a coffee, nervously laugh and chat and see how things felt and if either of them mentioned their previous encounters. Some awkward conversation about if they should or shouldn’t fuck anymore, it was fun and experimental when they were younger but now they were older and had separate lives.
Clearly, none of that was going to happen as she made her intentions clear and staked her claim.
He reciprocated with complete willingness and absolute desire.
They half-stepped and half stumbled into the house, he used his foot to kick the door closed.
Clumsily they continued to move further into the house, stepping over her bag as they found their way into the kitchen.
Their hands were all over each other, delighting as they again explored and fondled familiar territory. Their mouths and tongues were in their own battle as they tried not to instantly devour each other.
His cock was now thick, hard and throbbing in his pants as it fought to be free, to feel the flesh of her thighs against it as she writhed and wriggled against him. Her breasts heaved into him as her breaths grew deeper with her arousal.
He felt her hands at his waist, undoing his belt, buttons and zipper as he then helped her to pull his boxers and pants down to his thighs.
His cock pulsated in the open and free air.
She paused to look down at it, slid her tongue over her bottom lip.
As memories of how it felt came rushing back to her, she whispered.
“Oh god!”.
He pushed her back against the closest kitchen counter, lifting her a little so that she could semi-sit on the top of it. His hands roughly slid up her thighs taking the skirt with them and revealing her white cotton panties, a small damp patch already clearly visible.
Again there was a brief pause but this time they looked into each other’s eyes, staring into and facing down each other’s hunger and lust.
Softly but directly she spoke.
“Fuck me, bro.”.
He grabbed his cock with one hand and with the other he gripped her panties and slid them aside, she gently put her legs around his waist. Briefly, he rubbed his tip over the outside of her but this was no time for teasing and torment.
He pushed inside her, his cock about halfway in and he delighted as she gasped a sharp intake of air. His hands grabbed onto her ass and thighs as he pushed himself all of the way, deep inside her.
He felt the sweet and tender flesh of her pussy envelope his cock, welcoming it but also consuming it with heated craving.
Gripping into the flesh of her curvy form, he began to thrust back and forth, using his hold on her for purchase. She used the support of the counter and then gravity to lift and then drop down and match his rhythm.
“Fuck sis, fuck…”.
He managed to rasp a few words between grunts.
Unable to speak, he couldn’t get enough of her, he wanted her all.
He switched between looking at her face, it was even more beautiful as it expressed the feelings of having his cock inside her, stretching her, pounding deep into her, and then down at her body and between her legs where he could see the reasons for those wonderful facial movements.
Her own voice started a song of tonal beats as they continued to grind into and against each other. Her tones and his grunts increased in frequency as they both neared climax.
His hands gripped onto her more tightly as her legs wrapped around him like a constrictor holding its prey.
Moments before their inevitable crescendo, in broken notes and between breaths she sang the words…
“Fill me bro, fucking fill meeee.”.
Her own words flowed into a wail as she reached her climax and at the same time he let out a stifled roar as he exploded inside her. His cock pumped thick, hot and sticky loads inside her as their orgasms peaked and then after an unknown amount of time, a time filled with eternal bliss, their minds blank as pleasure coursed through their nerves and veins…eventually the frenzy and spasms began to wane.
They held onto each other, partly because they needed each other at that moment, the tenderness after the sexual storm, but also in fear that the other might fall after the physical intensity.
She hugged him with a warm smile beaming across her face, her eyes closed. She was full of complete satisfaction and contentment.
He hugged her, exhausted and drained but his mind wandered a little. He knew, from previous experience that they could both make love or fuck, along with a variety of other sexual acts and delicious deeds.
But this, this had just been the greeting.
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