I Keep Reaching Ch. 02

I felt powerless to help her and just held her tightly in my arms.

"Shh, it's going to be okay," I assured her, a clear strain in my voice. "I'll transfer schools and be closer to you if I have to; I don't care what it takes. I'm going to see you through this."

She was now openly crying in my arms and it was killing me inside to see my baby sister so shaken up. "Please stop crying," I pleaded. I could hardly hide the stress in my voice as I spoke. I hated seeing her like this and I couldn't control my eyes as they began to flood with water.

As if she could sense the sadness I felt for her, she held me tighter and sobbed quietly for several more minutes. It was all I could do to lay there with her and let her cry. I wanted desperately to make it stop but ultimately had to wait it out.

Eventually, she pulled up her face and stared into my eyes. Her eyes were red and bloodshot but other than the streaks of salty water, her face was clean as she never wore much makeup. "I love so you much, Erik," she said before leaning into me and giving me an intense kiss on the lips. She rested her head on my chest again, her arms still wrapped around my torso.

"I love you too, Chloe, more than anyone in the world."

I was silent for a moment before saying, "Hey, promise me you'll never do something like that again, okay?"

"I promise," she said, her voice muffled against my chest.

With my hand gripping her side, I began to run my hand down the length of the exposed skin between her sports bra and shorts. I was mesmerized by her womanly curves and by how smooth her skin was. I ran my hand up and down, sometimes bending in and giving her soft belly a light tickle. She wasn't ripped by any means but I could feel firm, flat abs; clearly a result of her exercise and dieting.

We were lying there for what felt like hours but was probably only ten to fifteen minutes; my fingers gently rubbing her uncovered skin, her hugging my torso as her head rested peacefully on my chest. She had long stopped crying, content in just holding me while we sat in silence.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of redemption from her earlier comment. The words 'I've wanted this' echoed through my head. As if purely by happenstance, my selfish behaviour might have actually helped her instead of further damage her.

Trying to take my mind, and Chloe's, off the subject, I playfully started chanting:

"One. Two, Freddy's coming for you.

Three. Four, better lock your door."

I could feel Chloe's laughter shaking her body on top of mine and I took on a wide grin. She joined along as I kept singing:

"Five. Six, grab your crucifix.

Seven. Eight, gonna stay up late.

Nine. Ten, never sleep again."

For some reason, thinking about Freddy attacking me in my dreams made me sleepy so I jolted forward and reached over Chloe for the TV remote resting on the window seal near the bed and pressed 'play.' As I lay back down into the pillows, Chloe once again nestled onto my chest, this time scooting closer and draping her bare leg on top of mine. I was suddenly very aware of her large bust resting against my lower abdomen.

Seemingly uninterested in the movie on the other side of the room, Chloe said, "Keep tickling me."

Without hesitation, I moved my hand down the length of her belly and started running my fingers over her smooth, exposed skin. I desperately wanted to go just a little higher and slide my hand under her her sports bra and feel her large, firm tits in my hand. As I continued to glide my hand over her side and stomach, the desire nearly overwhelmed me as I imagined how soft it would feel; her flesh spilling through my fingers. I abruptly pulled my hand back.

"I don't think I should be doing this, Chloe."

My hand was resting on the bed now and she leaned forward to look me in the eyes, her face only a few inches from mine. She turned her head slightly, closed her eyes and lightly parted her lips. Despite my uncertainty just moments before, I willingly parted my lips and met her lips halfway.

Our mouths crushed together like this, I could feel her warm breath on my lips. I was straining my neck to meet her and after a short time, I relaxed my head back into the pillows to get more comfortable. She responded by crawling on top of me, her arms hugging my neck.

She looked down at me and slid her tongue across my upper lip. I felt goosebumps forming on my skin as she ran her slimy wet muscle back and forth. I simply closed my eyes and let the sensation flood over me before opening them and attacking her tongue with mine. We lapped at each others' tongues, openly between our mouths, for several seconds.

Shortly after, unsurprisingly, she darted her tongue past my open lips and licked the top row of teeth before once again entangling her tongue with mine, this time in my mouth. My hands had been resting on her lower back and were now sliding up her back towards her sports bra. Her chest crushed on top of mine, I stuck my thumbs under each side of her sports bra and reached inside to massage the sides of her soft mounds.

I desperately wanted to keep fondling her but was startled by the sound of a loud, terrifying shriek from other side of the room. I suddenly felt very vulnerable and could feel my heartbeat accelerate.

Quickly disconnecting from Chloe's lips, I looked over us and saw that it was just the horror movie still playing on the other side of the room.

Chloe pushed herself up and said, "Let's tickle each other's feet," as she got up to her knees and made her way off the bed. I felt like my heart was about to burst through my chest from the sudden interruption but she just calmly reached at her large pile of pillows and began positioning them on the floor.

'Tickling each other's feet' was a practice that went back to our early childhoods. We would lie at opposite ends of the couch or the floor and follow instructions from the other on what part of the foot to tickle. We had developed colloquialisms to make the process easier, saying things like "big toe" to indicate where our attention should be switched to. The process was so refined, in fact, that one need only pull their foot away and present the other one to indicate a change.

She made two piles of pillows, one in front of a plastic shelf which housed her collection of movies and the other about six feet away towards the other end of the room. She didn't even wait for me to respond, instead simply lying down on her side, supporting her head with her hand as her elbow rested comfortably on the pile of pillows in front of the shelf and turned to look up at the TV. Clearly, she assumed that I would accept her proposal to rub each other's feet without hesitation.

I did accept, of course, but before getting up, I drank in the sight of Chloe lying on the floor. In her current position, I could once again make out the cracks of her ass through her tight-fitting gym shorts and her toned, creamy legs flowing across the floor.

As I stood up, I instinctively tried to hide the bulge in my pants. I realized quickly, however, that Chloe couldn't see me and made my way to the pile of pillows opposite of Chloe. I lay down, also on my side, facing the TV. My erection was becoming painful in its current position and I settled for unbuckling the top of my jeans and pushing my erection under the waistband of my boxers, the top hidden under my t-shirt.

I was behind her and her foot was easily within my reach. My foot being behind her head, however, was an obstacle. Usually we would be lying on the couch and it was simply a matter of bending a knee here or there and placing the foot on the other's chest or belly. In this position, I had to lift up her legs, momentarily, and slip my right leg in the space between them, her crotch resting inconspicuously against the back of my leg at the bend. Since I was much taller than her, my foot was easily within her reach, despite having to bend my leg at nearly a ninety degree angle.

Chloe immediately grabbed the base of my foot with one hand and ran the back of her fingers up and down the side of my foot; the sensation causing the hairs on my feet to stand up. This was my 'default' spot and I grinned at her remembering it.

I had to bend her knee slightly to make her foot within comfortable reach as I grabbed her left foot and began to tickle erratically up and down with my first two fingers at the bottom center of her foot. I smiled broadly as she began to squirm wildly in my grip as I knew she was deathly ticklish in this spot.

"Jerk!" she laughed. "Tickle my big toe!"

I loosened my grip on her foot and allowed it to rest on the carpet. With my middle finger, I began to draw circles around the bottom of her big toe as we forced our attention to the movie.

As the movie played on, we continued to rub and tickle each other's feet, occasionally one of us gesturing for a change in position. It was like riding a bike as I quickly re-familiarized myself with the procedure.

Not long into the movie, her hands still working my feet, I found my left hand had made its way to her right calf. As my right hand was gently massaging the sole of her left foot, my left hand was gripping her lower leg as my thumb lightly massaged the smooth skin of her calf.

"Mmm, that feels nice," Chloe purred.

In response to this, I pulled my leg from between her, effectively making this a one sided affair, and gripped the bottom of her right leg with both hands. My legs were now behind her as she scooted towards me to give me easier access. I felt the curve of her ass slide over my bulge and rest against it. My fingers were wrapped around her shin as I worked my thumbs, side by side, into the muscles of her calf.

I heard her let out a soft moan.

My erection had long since deflated since our bout of french kissing but was soon growing again from the innocent friction against the back of her gym shorts.

Her soft moan of approval motivated me to continue and I focused entirely on her pleasure, the movie now just a distraction in the background.

As I continued to massage her calves with my thumbs, I could feel her ass leaning into my crotch. At first, I was uncertain if it was intentional or not, but after several deliberate movements, it was clear that she was trying to position my erection between the soft mounds over her shorts.

I was full mast when she finally positioned herself. My cock was sliding between the crack of her ass through our clothing as she continued to gyrate her lower body.

I became lost in the sensation and momentarily ceased my massage, instead just loosely holding her leg against my chest. My left hand naturally made its way down her soft skin and was now roughly gripping the top of her thick, creamy upper thigh.

I was beginning to meet her thrusts, the feeling almost causing me to lose all motor function, when I snapped out of my lapse of focus. I'm supposed to be pleasuring her, I thought to myself.

Standing vertical inside the waistband of my boxers was not a natural resting position for my fully erect cock, as it was now pushing painfully against the elastic material, testing its durability. The usual tent was now protruding through the bottom of my shirt and the pressure against the bottom of my cock was terribly uncomfortable. As I sat up from my prone position, I became grossly aware of this and pushed my erection back into my boxers and allowed it to run down my leg.

I grabbed Chloe's left leg and guided her onto her back.

"What are you doing?" she asked, a note of concern in her voice.

"I'm supposed to be comforting you, not the other way around," I told her.

With wide eyes, Chloe watched as I scooted between her legs and grabbed each side of her gym shorts and slowly pulled them down her long legs and over her feet.

She was now in only her blue sports bra and what appeared to be a white cotton thong. The underwear had a small triangular piece covering her sex with thin strings that ran around her waist.

As I scooted closer, Chloe reactively lifted her knees to allow me access. She scooted up the pillows and was now at a thirty degree angle from the floor, her head resting on the small plastic shelf behind her. I heard her breathing accelerate and saw her magnificent chest rising and falling as I fell on my stomach, lying horizontally on the floor, and crawled in between her legs. With my head hovering over her panty covered pussy, my arms went under and around her legs and were resting on her belly. I began to run my hands up and down her belly and sides before finally sliding up to her bust.

She squirmed as I breathed warm air on her crotch while my thumbs slipped under the flexible material of her sports bra.

I rested my chin on the upper part of the soft triangular cloth of her panties and looked up as my fingers pushed the bra up and over her large chest. From this angle, I could easily make out the impressive lumps and took this opportunity to properly appreciate how lovely they were. They were perfect twins with small, pink nipples in the center, surrounded by medium sized areolas that, in the darkness, were almost indistinguishable with the color of her surrounding skin. I felt like I won the lottery as I admired her incredible figure.

"You're so beautiful," I said as I slid my hands down from her sports bra which was now crumpled up below her neckline.

My hands engulfed each mound and I couldn't help but roughly grope at the soft pliable flesh with my fingers. I only indulged myself briefly, however, and after watching the smooth flesh spill through my fingers one last time, I returned to gently caressing her.

With the back of my fingers drawing broad circles around her nipples, expertly alternating the pattern of my strokes, getting nearer and nearer to the prized nubs in the center only to pull back at the last second, I began to softly lick the soft cotton material over her crotch.

"Oh God," Chloe panted as her legs tensed up.

I felt my body tingle at the feeling of my tongue on the textured material, not unlike the feeling one gets when one hear nails on a chalkboard. I soon overcame the feeling, however, as her juices began to leak into the cloth and I was overcome with a new sensation: her feminine taste. I dug my nose into her crotch and watched as the material became more and more damp with her wetness. I returned to my gentle licking, trying to draw out more and more of her forbidden nectar.

My senses were buzzing from the smell and taste of her musky sex. I was now lapping more aggressively into the material, trying to find her pussy lips through the now soaked panties.

Chloe was now squirming with almost every lick and I had to move my hands from her chest to her lower back to keep her stable.

"Oh my God, this feels so good. Mmm!" Chloe said, trying to muffle her voice.

With my right hand still supporting her back, I used my left hand to pull the wet material to the side. Her mons remained a mystery, still covered by the cotton material, but her pussy lips were completely bare. I stared openly at her pink folds and was mesmerized by her wet slit. With my thumb and index finger, I lightly parted the small, gentle folds and was awestruck as I watched them swell. I could see the inside tightly contracting and imagined how incredible it would feel with my cock inside.

I ran my tongue up and down her outer lips as she writhed in my arms. I was still under the facade of gentle pleasuring but was losing an internal battle. She tasted divine.

"You're driving me insane!" Chloe cried.

I responded by digging my nose into her crotch and sliding my tongue between her folds as far as I could reach. I wiggled my tongue wildly as my nose slammed into her clitoris. My senses were once again bombarded as I greedily lapped at the source of her wetness.

Chloe responded by grabbing my head and pulling me into her pussy, hard. With her hands now supporting her upper body, I again reached for her breasts and started mauling at them. Gone was the gentle caressing; instead following a rougher approach, I grabbed each nub between the finger and thumb of each hand and started tweaking them.

She squealed in response and I slowly pulled my tongue from her vagina and enveloped her clit with my mouth. I licked at the small nub in my mouth as she writhed in my arms, my fingers continuing their manipulation of her nipples.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" Chloe moaned.

She started shaking, almost violently, and I heard a few movie cases fall of the shelf. I had to remove my hands from her chest to her back to keep her lower body steady. Her hands immediately replaced mine and started tweaking her nipples as I continued to lap at her clit.

"Oh FUCK!!" Chloe screamed as she orgasmed from my tongue. I could feel her back arching in my hands as I continued my assault on her pussy. I thought I heard some voices from downstairs but was too consumed by the taste and feel of her pussy on my lips.

I slowed down my motions to allow her to come down from her peak of sexual bliss.

"Holy...shit, Erik. You're really good at that," Chloe said, panting.

"Hang on a second, I'll be right back," I told her.

I pushed myself up from my prone position and stood up. Chloe's eyes grew wide at the bulge running down my legs as I grabbed the top of my shirt and wiped her juices off my face.

Still in my boxers, I walked out of her bedroom to see if my suspicions were correct. I looked over the balcony into the living and found my mother sitting in her recliner watching the television.

"Did you say something, Mom?"

"I thought I heard cussing up there, is everything alright?" she asked.

"Everything's fine, Mom. Some blu rays fell off the shelf, that's all," I lied. Well, partially lied.

"You guys know how I feel about you guys cussing. Don't let it become part of your vocabulary. I mean it!" she said, glaring at me with her motherly expression.

I sighed a breath of relief and went into the bathroom for a quick leak.

Afterwards, I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself. My chin was still glistening and my shirt was soaked in Chloe's juices. This was not, at all, _,how I anticipated my homecoming to be like, but I was done second guessing my intentions. I was uncontrollably sexually attracted to Chloe and she seemed to feed on it. The words 'I've wanted this,' again, echoed in my head.

I leaned into the sink and ran some water over my face before leaving and heading to my bedroom to change shirts.

After I entered my room and closed the door, I grabbed a handful of the damp shirt still clinging to my chest and brought it to my nose. I inhaled deeply and once again savored Chloe's sweet scent. Fuck it, I thought to myself, before pulling the shirt over my head and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. I changed into a fresh t-shirt and started to exit the room. Before I left, I noticed my alarm clock read: 9:39PM.

I quietly closed the door behind me and peered over the balcony to see if my mother was still downstairs. It was not uncommon for her to stay up late and watch TV, often falling asleep on her recliner or the couch, before finally retiring to bed. This time, however, she seemed to be in her bedroom but I noticed some light bleeding through the bottom of the door. I continued down the hallway and walked into Chloe's room, again locking the door behind me.

Chloe was still lying on the floor with her chest prominently on display. Her head was resting on its side on the pile of pillows and she appeared to be fast asleep. I was aware that intense orgasms could have this effect on women but I'd never seen it before and certainly never caused it myself.

As I made my way across the room and kneeled near her, I nearly gave in to temptation and started fondling her. But my brotherly instincts took over and I instead gently stretched the material of her sports bra over her exposed breasts. This caused her to quickly open her eyes, no doubt the friction over her sensitive nipples causing her to jolt awake. She reactively brought her hands to her chest and started repositioning the material, her hands manipulating and digging into her supple mounds. I just openly stared at her impromptu boob massage and could feel my dick growing in my boxers.