Ashley Ch. 06

I sat on the edge of my bed, looking at the clothes, lingerie, and rose petals strewn about. Whether my room was messy with junk or romantic decor, it seemed the place was always in need of a clean-up. Cleaning was a small priority to what I really wanted to do, which was lay next to my sister and hold her dearly for the rest of the night. Since there was little anyone could do to stop me, I started to crawl back to her and do just that. Instead, I froze in my tracks when I saw the lewd result of our lovemaking.

Ashley's pink goodies were still on full display, with thick, bubbly fluids pouring out of her worn-out hole. Our cum further stained the topmost pillow, and like a waterfall, the thick fluid dripped down to the middle pillow, then to the bottommost pillow, then once more to the bed. I stared in wide-eyed fascination at the cum-fall.

Ashley slowly got onto her hands and looked over her shoulder at me. "You can stick it in there if you really want to go at it again. But I have to warn you, I might pass out in the middle of it."

"No, it's okay. I like your idea of waiting for mom and dad first." I pulled her up to me from the feathery support, her butt pressed against my crotch. She tilted her head back, her mouth open, allowing me to kiss her from behind. I held her breasts in my palms as I savored her delicious lips.

Ashley gently pulled away. "Let's watch a movie, in the living room."

"Why not stay in here and watch it? I don't want to get out of bed after all of that."

"Brian, please?"

The hopeful shimmer in her eyes melted my resolve. "Okay, I'll microwave the popcorn, you clean yourself up. Or should I clean you up and you microwave the popcorn?"

Ashley chose the former.

I poured the bag of popcorn into a jumbo-sized bowl. "What movie are we watching?"

Scooting over to make room for me on the couch, Ashley began flipping through the channels. "Whatever's on the premium channels. I'm feeling kind of lazy right now."

An image of a green ogre with a talking donkey appeared on the large plasma TV screen. We came to a unanimous decision to watch the friendly animated movie.

I reached over my sister's arm to grab a handful of popcorn. We were laying on our right sides, me against the backrest and her against me. It was a familiar position from a couple weeks earlier. She held the bowl of popcorn to her stomach.

"When do you think we'll be ready?" Ashley asked, turning down the TV volume.

I noisily chewed on my mouthful of the buttery snack. "Shouldn't you worry about getting your driver's license before your marriage license? Kids, too. I'm not ready for any squirts running around calling me daddy yet."

"All that talk about our future during dinner got me thinking long-term. It's so much fun to imagine our lives together."

It's like a can of worms had been opened. "Let's stay short-term for now. When do you think mom and dad are coming home? It's past midnight."

She razzed, "You're that eager to jump me again?"

"A little. Doesn't help that your ass is rubbing against my penis."

"Maybe it's because of your penis that I'm rubbing my ass against it." Ashley wiggled herself into my groin, something she had been doing intermittently since we settled onto the couch. "Take a guess at what I'm wearing beneath my pajama pants."

"Sheer white lace panties."

Ashley looked at me surprisingly. "How did you know that? That's exactly what I'm wearing."

It was honestly a lucky guess. I nonchalantly grabbed another small handful of popcorn, pretending to have a secret method in determining her underwear choice.

She grumbled at my indifference. "Fine, don't tell me."

I chuckled softly. "Are you mad at me?"

"Very mad."

"I'll make it up to you right now."

"How?" she whined.

I licked the back of her ear. "By doing this." Then I nibbled lower to the lobe. "And by doing this." I finished with kisses from her cheek to the corner of her mouth. "And maybe some of this."

Ashley turned her head to me, mewing as I properly kissed her lovely lips. She blindly placed the popcorn bowl on the coffee table, giving my hands ample room to slide beneath her clothes. My right hand made its way into her pants. My left went up her purple t-shirt to her braless tits.

"You just don't quit," she giggled.

"A girl taught me if there's something I really want, I should never give up on it."

Ashley shimmied her pants partly down her thighs. "Lucky for you, I really want this too." Reaching behind her butt, and with a bit of shuffling, she helped me slide down my shorts to my knees. My erection sprung free, and as if it could detect nearby pussy, rubbed the back of her panties. A short glance at her panty revealed it was a thong.

I played with her clit through the lace, the material soaked from her constantly juicing pussy. Beneath her shirt, I groped and pulled on the tips of her breasts. My lips peppered her neck, chin, and cheek with kisses, and in a game of keep-away, avoided her eager mouth. She whimpered disapprovingly at my dodging of her kisses. Her body squirmed and quivered, yearning for me to center on her needs. I don't put myself on the same level as my sister when it came to teasing, but it looked to me I was doing a pretty good job.

Ashley daringly said, "I hope mom and dad come home right now so they can see what you're doing to their poor baby girl."

"I'll tell them you seduced me," I taunted. Which was true in a sense. If she didn't look so damn fuckable all the time, maybe I could have suppressed my urges.

Ashley didn't have a verbal comeback for me, but my lapse in guard did give her the opportunity to crush her lips against mine. Her tongue snaked into my mouth, searching for a partner. I pushed back with my tongue, our saliva swapping mouths. I made a mental note of laying off the extra-butter popcorn the next time we made out like this.

I pried the front of her panties to the side and rubbed her smooth, puffy labia from the bottom to her clit. She was clearly ready for me, as evidenced by how wet she was down there. I lifted her left leg up as far as I could with her pajamas bunched around her knees. My cock pointed ahead of us, brushing against her vulva. I pushed my hips forward, and without any hands to guide me, tried to fit the crown inside her pussy.

I jabbed a couple of times but couldn't quite get it in due to my angle. Ashley took care of that for me by grabbing my cock and steering it in. I penetrated her easily, but went slowly as to relish the feel of her rippling vaginal muscles sucking and tugging on my shaft. We both broke our kiss to look down at my cock pumping in and out of her pussy for the fourth time.

The thought of my parents coming home any second was irrelevant. All that mattered to me was my sister and the fucking I was about to give her. There were times in my past when I needed someone to talk to, be a friend with; Ashley was always happy to be there for me. But this wasn't one of those times. I just needed a pussy to screw and cum into. Once again Ashley was happy to be there for me.

I rammed my cock into her chute and kneaded her supple tits. Meanwhile I resumed my kisses all over the side of her face, leaving no spot untouched by my lips. Her eyes were closed, her mouth agape. Each thrust into her pussy knocked out a little bit of air from her lungs. Though my vantage point didn't give the best view of her beautiful face, nor her sexy young body, our bundled position felt vastly intimate. Our bodies were forced to stay together, lest we run out of space on the couch. This closeness had the added benefit of me being never being too far from her round tits and her delicious lips.

As natural as it felt to be enjoying my sister's hot pussy around my member, it also felt strange pounding into her while listening to the comedic voices of Mike Myers and Eddie Murphy. I lowered her leg on top of her other, which caused her tunnel to tighten considerably, and felt around the couch for the remote. After a few seconds of searching to no avail, I reasoned it must have been on the floor.

Ashley opened her eyes to me. "What's wrong? You're slowing down."

I looked over her body to the ground. "This movie is kind of boring."

Mimicking me, she looked to where I was and picked up the remote. Instead of turning down the volume or the TV off, she changed it to a new channel. The screen went black, except for a small blue rectangle asking for a password.

I gasped again, this time in real surprise. "What are you doing?"

"You'll see." Ashley inputted four digits, which came out as asterisks on the TV, and pressed "Enter". There was a delay in results. I thought she might have put in the wrong password, but the sudden screaming that came from the speakers, and the clear image of a young brunette being impaled by a cock from below while another bore into her from behind, convinced me that my sister knew exactly what she was doing.

I was at a lost for words. I knew that our satellite service had adult channels playing softcore skin flicks, movies that show people having sex without the genitalia, but this scene went way beyond that. This was actual hardcore porn. The explicit, in your face, no holes barred, full penetration, money shot porn. And I was watching it with my baby sister while I had my dick snug in her pussy, right there on the living room couch.

"Better?" she asked slyly.

I pulled my hips back and slammed into her hard from behind. "Heck yeah," I said, starting with long, erratic stabs. "How'd you know about this channel?"

Her speech was broken up by my cock driving into her hot quim. "You've never... surfed past the... Playboy channel?"

I eased into a consistent rhythm, outpacing the two men onscreen. "I don't really watch TV out here unless it's with you, and we only have cable in our rooms."

She smiled impishly, her whole body trembling against me. "Then you're missing out. I've had a lot of good times here on this couch when the house was all mine."

My sister, the porn addict. Who would have guessed it.

"It's not like I know the password anyway."

"It's just dad's birth year," Ashley said, as if it was the most obvious thing. She watched the video for a bit, then looked back at me. "Fuck my pussy, Tiger. Don't make me jealous. I want what she's getting."

It would be tough with only one cock compared to the two the starlet had, but it was a challenge I was willing to tackle. Growling into Ashley's ear, I roughly squeezed her tit, diddled her clit, drilled my stone pillar into her slick tunnel. The added pressure around my shaft from her legs being closed gave the illusion that her pussy hadn't been violated for two hours straight. What I lacked in number of cocks I made up for with busy hands and the stamina of an entire football team.

Ashley moaned and hissed, urging me to fuck her faster. Her legs were partly in my way, so I lifted them out in front of her, putting her feet on the coffee table. Knees bent, I pushed off the backrest for the extra bit of leverage I needed to really plow through her velvety tunnel.

Ashley writhed spastically in my arms, the tremors of an orgasm hitting her delicate body. "Fuck yes," she bawled, "fuck my pussy, fuck my cunt, fuck your horny sister."

"Turn up the volume," I whispered into her ear, fucking her right through her explosion. "I want to hear you scream louder than that slut on TV."

Ashley couldn't respond; she was completely in the zone of orgasmic bliss. There was nothing there but the pleasure created by the cock plunging into her sluicing pussy and the hands roaming over her flushed figure. The heat radiating from her loins burned our bodies together, lit a bonfire in her eyes. I struggled to steal the remote from her hand, her grip on it like a steel clamp.

Her fluids squirted onto my thighs and ran down the couch. My persistent thrusts kept her pussy juicing, her nectar splashing my groin. I tweaked the sensitive stubs on her chest and kissed her hard, doing little to defuse her passionate cries. She hooked an arm beneath her knees, holding her legs up for me to ravage her pleasure pot. Film the scene on camera and it'd make the double penetration action on the TV look tame.

Not that I was really watching it to compare our coupling to. My days of fantasizing were over with. I had my dream girl laying right beside me, kissing me back feverishly, loving everything I was doing to her. Life was good, and it got a whole lot better quick.

"Bend me over the table," Ashley hoarsely whispered, her orgasm subsiding. "Fuck me from behind. I want it doggy."

I didn't waste a second doing what she wanted. I bear-hugged my sister tightly and stood up, lifting her with me, my cock still embedded in her pussy. She dropped forward, bracing her fall with her arms. Together we sunk to our knees on the carpet. My hips began slapping into her ass before she could move the popcorn bowl out of her way.

Ashley's torso lay sprawled on the table, her arms out to the side, her face pressed against the cool glass. My powerful thrusts into her cunt caused the table to rattle. The vase containing her flowers, which we had forgotten to take into her room, shook dangerously as if it was caught in an earthquake. I reached over and put them on safe ground, not missing a beat with my rhythmic pounding.

Over and over my cock pumped in and out of her hot canal. My balls drummed against her pussy lips as her ass jiggled with each thrust. I admired the spectacle, a first-person perspective of my own adult movie. Ashley turned her head, smiling lustfully, getting a very different perspective of the steamy action.

I held her slim waist firmly, her skin sticky with sweat. My hands slid up her hourglass figure, creeping beneath her shirt. As they went higher, the fabric rolled up her sides. I cupped her tits, my hands squished between her soft swells and the hard table.

My hands stayed smothered for only a few seconds. Ashley pushed herself up, palms flat on the glass surface and arms straight. Her back arched sexily, the curve along her spine steep and deep. I rolled her shirt up another few inches, past her nipples. Encasing her mounds in my hands, I fondled and caressed to my heart's delight.

I glanced above the TV. The clock read twelve-thirty. Time was running out and my need to cum was still low, having came so much prior to our living room romp. There was a lull in the action as I raised Ashley off her knees and propped her higher on the table. I switched to a squatting position and buried my cock down into her pussy, using every muscle in my legs to fuck the daylights out of my sister.

"Ohhh shit," she howled, "fuck me, Tiger, fuck my pussy. Goddamn, you're fucking me so good with that damn fucking cock."

Ashley reclined onto her elbows, her head sagging and hair splayed over the glass. She screamed one ribald profanity after another, informing me of what she wanted me to do, and what I was already doing to her tender pussy. I leaned over her back, my hands on the table beside hers. I withdrew my cock to the head, then urgently thrust forward into her accepting pussy, each insertion giving her the full length of my shaft.

"Take me back to the couch," Ashley crudely demanded, "I want to be fucked like that."

Damn it, right when I was hitting my stride.

I bear-hugged her around the waist again, heaved her from the table, and collapsed backwards onto the couch. My sister landed on my lap and wrapped her right arm around the back of my head, squeezing me against the side of her breast. I licked and tasted her sweaty flesh, slobbering like a rabid dog over a fresh piece of meat. Ashley pushed herself up, her back rubbing against my chest, then plummeted onto me, piercing her overly fucked pussy with my lance. She rode me in reverse, a mirror image of the teenage blonde skewered by a monster python on the TV.

There was just one huge difference. The movie duo were butt naked whereas Ashley and I were still in our sleepwear. Realizing that contrast did wonders for my libido. An hour ago we were embraced in sweet, passionate, carnal sex. Now we were recklessly fucking like we had mastered the art of the quickie. Flip down her shirt, pull up our pajama pants, and, ignoring the telltale smell of sex, folks would be none the wiser to the raunchiness that had taken place.

Each buoyant bounce Ashley made on me forced us deeper into the sofa cushions. Trapped beneath her, I could only sit there suckling her breast, my concentration free to enjoy the other aspects of her ravishing body. I swept my tongue along her salty skin, brushed my hands across her flat stomach. My fingers traced every stunning curve as I aimlessly passed over them. My cock absorbed the intense heat of the slick walls surrounding it.

If I survived the brutal fucking Ashley was giving me, I would have the bruises on my thighs to serve as my battle wounds. Her ass was crashing onto me so hard and loudly that I had to have abrasions. I chewed on her nipple in response, stretching it from her breast with my teeth. The night wasn't going to end with only one us feeling sore the next morning.

"Ahhh, oooh god," Ashley sobbed, "you're going to bite off my nipple, Tiger. Oooh, oooh, you're going to... going to... ahhh fuck!"

I succeeded in getting one of us to cum. Her muscles tensed, her pussy clamped around my shaft, and her headlock on me got stronger. I stopped feasting on her tit, allowing her orgasm to run its course.

But I wasn't done with her yet. Not one second after my screaming banshee quieted down, I curled my arms beneath her legs and pulled her knees to her chest. I bounced my butt off the couch, jamming my cock up into her slippery snatch. I had full control again.

"Fuck, you can go all night, can't you?" Ashley shakily panted.

"I have a lot of lonely nights to make up for."

"Let me make things easier for you." She placed her hands underneath her knees and held them up for me.

I like the way my sister thinks. I lowered my hands down the back of her creamy thighs to her butt. I squeezed her round, bubbly ass and lifted her up, her pussy suspended in midair and barely in contact with the helmet of my pole.

Ashley breathed heatedly into the side of my face. "C'mon, Tiger. Stick it in me. Fuck me with that big, fat cock of yours. I want my big, strong brother to fuck his little, baby sister. We shouldn't be doing this but that makes it so much hotter."

I fought the temptation to impale my sibling right at that moment. Her smuttiness was an overwhelming aphrodisiac. I wanted to hear just how smutty she could get with a cock on the verge of pummeling her battered pussy.

"You're going to make me beg for it, aren't you?" she gleaned. "You're going to make me beg for my tiny cunt to be demolished by your hard prick. You should be protecting me from perverted boys like yourself, not teasing me until I beg to be fucked by one." Ashley shuddered, groaned, her lewdness affecting her just as much as they were affecting me. "You feel my cum on your dick, don't you? You feel my pussy juicing on it right now? You're not even fucking me and my pussy can't stop juicing all over your incredible cock."

Ashley wiggled her body desperately. Her coarse language wasn't getting what she wanted from me. She went with a different approach, her coquettish, sweetheart ploy. "Will you fuck me if I tell you how much I love you? 'Cause I love you oh-so very much. I love everything you do to me and my fuckable little body. And I'll love you even more if you—ahhh fuuuck, just like that, Tiger!"

The l-word did it for me. I dropped her weight as I thrust my pelvis up, my enlarged cock tearing through her red vaginal lips. I heaved my sister up from my lap and slammed back into her. My butt ricocheted off the couch as I humped her heavenly pussy. God, it felt good to be fucking again.