Snowed In

"I bet you've always gotten this hard around me, huh?" She said.

A shuddering gasp seized me when Jamie tightened her fist around my bulging rod. I didn't know what to do or say, so I simply laid back and clenched my fingers into fists.

"I wonder if you've ever thought about me," Jamie continued. "Like, for a long time."

Her hand never stopped jerking my dick, though she did so gently. Her sweet smell filled my nostrils again, intoxicating me and blinding my senses. I wanted to turn my head, for I was extremely skittish beneath the stare of my beautiful sister, but her face was barely an inch from my own. Her warm breathe cascaded down to my cheek, enticing me to bring my lips to hers.

"Have you, Chris?" Jamie whispered.

"Thought about y-you?"

"Beat off to me."

My eyes met hers, and nothing else mattered to me then.

"Yes," I told her. "I always have."

Jamie's face lit up at my answer, and she couldn't contain her sheepish smile.

"Really?"

I nodded. Bracing myself, I slid my hand up and around the arch of her back. I felt the tender but toned curves of her back. I all but trembled at the feel of her body.

"So... you've always... wanted me?" Jamie asked.

"Since we met," I whispered.

I averted my eyes from hers, half ashamed and embarrassed by my answer. Jamie merely giggled.

"That's kinda flattering," she told me.

My hand drew back from her waist. "You're my sister, though."

"Stepsister."

"It's still the same," I argued. "If our parents saw us like this right now they-"

"They wouldn't have to know," she said.

I blinked at studied her. "You're not, like, creeped out by this?"

Jamie shook her head. "I've always thought you were really cute, and... I think it's hot that you've gotten off to me before."

She bit her lip and removed her hand from my dick, slipping it around my neck. Her eyes flitted from my lips to my eyes, and I didn't wait to take her invitation. I craned forward and brought my lips to hers. It felt like firecrackers were going off in my head. My skin flushed warm at the touch of her soft lips. Our mouths opened and our tongues met. My hand found the arc of her back again, and I explored her skin greedily under her shirt. I even dared to slide my fingers in the waistband of her sweats.

Our kiss broke, and Jamie stared down at me suspiciously.

"Is that really why you were naked?" She asked with a sexy smile.

I tried to stifle an embarrassed laugh. "Uh, yeah. I was, um... thinking... about you when you came in."

Jamie's face brightened, and her lips rushed against mine again. We kissed for what seemed like a hour, though in actuality it was probably for a minute or two. She was an incredible kisser, though I had to admit that I didn't have much to which I could compare her. Her tongue moved slowly but very skillfully, delving deep into my mouth and gliding back out as our lips closed, repeating the process again and again. I felt like jelly beneath her, my legs weak and trembling. Yet still, I felt tension within me. I wanted to grab her and squeeze her to me, to force myself against her and make her cry out. Jamie drew back, breathing a bit heavier now.

"Do you want the real thing?"

I couldn't believe my response. "Are... are you sure it's a good idea?"

"Probably not," she said with a naughty grin. "But I don't care, do you?"

"No. No, I want you."

Jamie leaned upward and kneeled beside me. I muttered something in awe under my breath as she crossed her arms, reached for the hem of her shirt, and pulled the little white top up and over her head. Her breasts dropped free, and my mouth did the same. I couldn't help but stare like an innocent virgin at her perfectly sized breasts, not so large to sag, but big enough to grope in one's hand. Her areolae were a light shade of brown and very wide to compliment the shape of her breasts. I hardly noticed as Jamie threw her shirt aside, though I did see her tits jiggle as she did so. I glanced up at her face to see her grinning. She pointed her finger toward me and curled it. I obliged her, crawling to my knees and drawing up close to her. Though I wanted to cup her breasts and squeeze them greedily, I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her close. Jamie's arms wound around my neck as our lips closed together again. I could feel her nipples mashing against my skin. I felt weak and dreamy in her embrace, and for a moment I thought I might faint.

Instead, I whirled her around and dropped her into the mattress on her back. Her blond locks flared out around her head and her breasts bounced on her chest. Jamie wore a lusty smile as I lowered myself to her. I feigned a kiss and snuck around her cheek to nibble at her neck. She giggled beneath me and I felt her legs wrap behind my bare ass. I let my hand explore her waist, soaking in the feel of her cool smooth flesh. I felt myself losing control, wanting to be inside of her. There were so many fantasies I wanted to enact. I wanted to plant my lips between her legs and lick her pussy. I wanted to stick my cock in her mouth and watch her suck it down into her throat. My resolve was growing weak, however, and I wanted to be inside of her.

My hand found the waistband of her sweats and slipped inside. My fingers slid down between her crotch and her thigh, and a feverish moan escaped my lips as I felt the heat from her sex. I reached further, and Jamie's hands clenched wads of my shaggy hair as my knuckles grazed the lips of her pussy. Her bare cunt was wet to the touch, and I could feel that she was blossomed and turned out, begging to take something into her.

I lifted myself from her neck and stared down into her sex glazed eyes. Reality hit me as I gazed at my sister. My last shred of restraint tugged at my mind, and shook loose the doubts that hid therein. Jamie was so beautiful and angelic. I felt a twinge of guilt lying naked on top of her.

"Isn't this... like, wrong?" I asked her.

One of Jamie's hands reached down between us and grasped my erect cock. Her green eyes twinkled. She flashed me a devilish smile, and I could see the hunger written on her face.

"Yeah, it's very wrong," she admitted.

I couldn't contain myself any longer. I pushed myself back, took hold of Jamie's sweats, and pulled them down her legs. As I tossed them aside into the dark, my eyes found my sister's budding pussy, and I immediately felt a surge of sexual energy. Jamie spread her thighs apart, affording me an even better view of her swollen lips. She bit her finger and grinned provocatively, posing for me with her entire naked body on display. My cock strained hard at the sight. I couldn't wait any longer. I knelt between her open legs and eased myself down. My lips found her hardened nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, drawing a moan from Jamie as her back arched. With one hand, I squeezed her other breast and fondled its stiff tip. I felt as though I would burst from the sexual tension boiling inside me. I wanted to do so many things to my gorgeous sister all at once, and now that I had her, I wasn't even sure where to begin.

My stiff cock brushed against her pussy then, and I almost cried out in ecstasy. Just from our brief contact, her wet lips had left it's warm slick signature on the head of my dick. I wanted more. Reaching down with one hand, I took my cock and guided it to her waiting pussy. My tip seated against her warm lips, and I felt Jamie's hips lift in anticipation of my entry. I gazed down at her, admiring her beauty in the dim blueish light from my window. Her face was softened by the pleasure she already felt, her mouth half open in a soundless sigh.

Mounted between her soft thighs, I slowly rocked my hips forward and eased my throbbing cock inside of my sister's pussy.

****

Chris felt fucking huge.

I felt him spreading me open inside as he inched deeper. It was both a painful and wonderful feeling. I could feel how hard he was. His cock was pulsing with raw energy, making him feel bigger than he probably was. It had been quite a while since I had been laid, so I should have expected to be sealed up like a helpless virgin. An uncontrollable moan escaped my lips as Chris pressed deeper. My hands slipped up behind his arms and I held onto his shoulder blades. I locked my legs around his thighs tightly, unsure if I wanted to pull him into me or restrict his progress. I held eye contact with him, and staring into his brown eyes, I could see the pleasure he felt. Chris really was cute, with his shaggy unkempt hair and his compassionate looking facial features. He was also pretty sexy. I marveled at the feel of his slender athletic body in my arms.

I felt his balls press against the bottoms of my ass cheeks, and I knew that he was finally as deep inside of me as he could get. I opened my thighs as wide as I could get, welcoming his hard cock as my nipples drew up stiff and cold. He let out a moan and hung his head low. I could tell he was fighting with the intense sensation of being inside of me. I giggled to myself and pulled his head down to my breast. He wasted no time, licking my hard nipples, then sucking on the soft flesh of my breath itself. I twitched underneath him, feeling my breasts against his tongue and teeth. His actions caused his hips to draw back and his cock to slide out of me to his tip. Lying back, I allowed Chris to indulge in his fantasy. He drew his head away from my tits, though still groping one with his hand, and began to thrust slowly in and out of me. A smile formed on my face as I closed my eyes and let out a quivering sigh. My hand slipped down to the side of his ass, where I squeezed his clenching muscles.

Chris's hips began to roll, and I moaned louder at the feel of his cock plunging and diving into me. I was honestly surprised at how skillful my brother's motions were. He may not have gotten a lot of action, but he sure knew how to move. My breasts bounced with his every thrust, and I saw his eyes darting from my face to my chest. His thrusts seemed to grow deeper and more frenzied as he saw them. I decided to add my motions to his, and I rocked my hips into him from below. Though it hurt the slightest bit to do so, thrusting into my brother had an immediate effect on him. Chris's hips stopped after a few seconds, and his moans that followed were louder and more desperate. I gave him a wicked grin as his wide eyes stared into mine. I continued to buck my hips into him as he struggled to continue. I could feel his cock throbbing inside of me, and I knew it wouldn't be long.

Chris pumped his dick into me again, though his motions were nowhere near as skilled and confident as before. I tugged him deeper with my legs. My hand found the back of his head and I gripped a wad of his messy hair. With my other hand, I squeezed one of my breasts and toyed with my nipple, watching Chris's face contort with agonizing pleasure. His breathing became frenzied and I could feel his hips shuddering. He adjusted his knees frantically and all but collapsed onto me. I knew what was happening.

Just as he neared climax, I locked my thighs around him and rolled him over onto his back with all my might. I was sitting motionless on his cock, staring down at him as he seized below me. He muttered a few curses, and I knew I had cut him off just in time. I also knew he was right on the brink of orgasm, and I had him right where I wanted him. I had never been sure why I enjoyed torturing Chris the way I did. For years I had toyed with his head, giving him tiny glimpses of what was forbidden to him. Even now, it felt empowering to feel him writhe beneath me, to feel him shudder with such a deep pleasure that it drove him insane. My brother's eyes were almost rolled up into his head. His hands desperately reached for anything to hold. I reached over and took each of his hands, guiding them to rest on my ass. He moaned loudly as he squeezed my cheeks, and I smiled to myself, feeling beautiful and sexy. Chris's wild brown eyes pored over my body. I planted my hands on his flat chest and arched my back, my pussy lips sliding up his throbbing shaft. I grinned down at him and gave my ass a few pops up and down. My brother's grip tightened on my ass, and I stopped as he groaned and twisted beneath me. Pleased with myself, I chuckled and swept a lock of my hair back over my ear. I remained motionless for several seconds before bobbing my ass up and down again, my pussy writhing on the top half of his cock. I felt his hips buck and I stopped once more.

Chris was moaning ceaselessly now, tossed on the tides of and impending orgasm. His eyes pleaded with me silently, but I only continued my games. I licked my fingers slowly, staring my brother in the eye, and rubbed the nipple of my left breast. As I squeezed myself and moaned softly, one of Chris's hands shot up and grasped my other breast. He kneaded my flesh greedily and again I saw his eyes roll into his head. I smiled and gave my ass a few more pops. Chris kicked his feet, his hips driving into me and his dick plunging deep inside my pussy. It was my turn to wail out with pleasure. His cock felt so good and strong in me that I couldn't resist the urge to drop my pussy to the base of his shaft and grind into him. I steadied myself with my hands on the mattress and rolled my hips back and forth. I couldn't seem to swallow up enough of his dick inside of me. I ground into my brother faster, feeling the onset of an orgasm.

It was too late, though. Chris's hands squeezed my ass cheeks almost painfully and his cock jabbed upward, lifting me off the bed with his final thrust. I felt his warm cum filling me as his cock pumped hard. His eyes were glazed and he roared out loudly as I continued to ride him furiously. I pinned him to the mattress with my hands on his chest. My already wet pussy became messy with his cum, but I basked in the nasty warmth and twirled his cock with my hips.

Chris's orgasm subsided at last. I slowed my movements and panted heavily on top of him. He was winded as well, lying back flat with his eyes closed and his chest heaving. I lowered myself down, my breasts pressing against his sweaty skin. I placed my lips upon his and kissed him for several seconds before our mouths opened and our tongues wrestled.

When our lips parted and we lay breathing heavily together, Chris stared at me in awe and shook his head.

"Holy shit, Jamie," he gasped.

I giggled. "What?"

"You're fucking amazing!"

His blinking eyes darted away nervously then. He licked his lips and blew out a long sigh.

"Uh... sorry that I was, um... quick."

I gave him a smile and flipped my hair to the side of my head.

"I'm not done with you yet, bro."

I rocked my hips into him again, massaging his semi erect cock in my leaking pussy. I felt his body twitch uncontrollably under me. Leaning forward, I brought my hanging breasts to his face and smothered him. I felt his tongue sliding between my tits. Chris sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and licked my sensitive tip. I thrusted my ass against him roughly, moaning and grunting as my buried orgasm began to resurface. It started as a pleasant and dull burn deep within me, then began to escalate to a tidal wave of sensations all throughout my lower body. I rode him as fast as I could, feeling his dick harden once more inside of me. My breathing became choppy. My breasts bounced against my brother's face. He still bit and sucked at the soft flesh of my tits, and with every nibble and lick I rode his cock harder. I was going so fast that Chris's bed rocked back and forth, and I could hear the metallic grinding of the springs under us. It was actually an odd sound, but I paid it no mind. I was too close to climax to care.

"Uh... J-Jamie?" I heard my brother gasp.

"I'm... oh god, Chris... I'm cumming!"

I collapsed onto him as my orgasm exploded. My pussy flushed warm once more as my juices covered Chris's dick. My arms wrapped behind his head and I clutched him tightly, wailing in ecstasy. I ground my hips against him hard, jamming his cock as deep into me as possible. The feeling was so intense that I was seeing spots. I squeezed Chris closely as he did the same. He clutched my ass cheeks and groaned in my ear. When at last my orgasm finished, I lay panting and sweaty on top of my brother, feeling weak and exhausted. My pussy felt like an absolute wet mess. I could feel Chris's cock throbbing inside of me, though now it felt less hard and a bit smaller. Still, my cunt fit around it like a sloppy glove.

With a breathless laugh, I pushed myself up and sat atop him. I gazed wearily down at Chris, my legs weak and trembling and my hair sticking to my forehead in places. His brown eyes traveled up and down my body in the dimly lit room, and I felt like a sultry queen before him. I realized not without a measure of awe that I could actually see my breath in the chill of the room. Looking down in the ray of cool blue light, I could make out waves of steam rising from our warm bodies. It looked so surreal, like something out of a dream or a movie. I smiled at the beauty of it all, admiring how peaceful the room seemed. It was then in that serene moment that I felt the roots of my hair tighten painfully, as though someone had grabbed a handful of my hair. My initial notion was that it was Chris grabbing me, but I was looking right at my brother, and even then I didn't need my eyes to tell me that his hands still rested on my sweaty ass cheeks.

I was jerked backward with such a force that I thought my neck would break. I flipped off of my brother and into the floor below, his cock popping from my pussy painfully. I landed very awkwardly on my shoulder, and the air burst from my chest, leaving me struggling to breathe. Agony racked my upper body. Confusion and shock scrambled my brain. I had about three seconds to contemplate my situation in pain before my hair was jerked again and my entire body went sliding across the carpet toward the bedroom door. My skin burned as I slid. I wanted to scream, to call for my brother or to plead with my unseen attacker, but I could do no more than groan and gasp for air. My body slapped a hard surface, which must have been the wall of the hallway. My hair felt as though it was being torn from my scalp as I bounced violently down the stairs.

I was suddenly airborne, or so it seemed. I crashed against another surface, my midsection folding hard as it impacted some sharp corner or edge, and felt myself crumple to a tile surface. I started to writhe about on the floor, then immediately stopped when the agony seized my chest, like a dozen knives twisting below my left breast. My every attempted breath became a gurgled cough. I tasted something salty and metallic on the back of my tongue. I tried to ease the pain by holding my side, but drew my arm away from the radiating throb that I found there. It hurt to move or breathe the slightest bit.

My head rolled to the side, and through teary eyes I searched in the darkness for some explanation. I distantly realized that I was in the kitchen lying by the counter, though I couldn't make out much more than dark shapes in the gloom. I trembled uncontrollably, pleading silently for the pain to stop. My eye caught the movement in the kitchen as a shape lumbered toward me. My stinging eyes widened as the silhouette drew near. A horrible smell invaded my nose. I tried to scream, but only choked as my assailant drew upon me. The pain began anew, worse than I could ever have imagined.

****

It had done nothing to yell for Jamie as I watched her body being pulled from my bedroom by someone I couldn't see. It had happened in a flash. One moment, I was marveling at my sister's gorgeous naked form sitting on top of me, our bodies still connected at our hips. In a matter of seconds, she was flailing backward into the floor and flying across the carpet into the hall. She never so much as screamed. I called for her, springing to my feet as she disappeared into the dark. The initial shock of the moment faded, and was immediately replaced by overwhelming fear. My mind struggled to piece it all together and make sense of what had happened.