Stacy Ch. 02

In anger, I tossed my shirt across the room when I realised that it just could not happen. She is my sister and that's that!

Half an hour later, I was lying in the darkness still trying to talk myself into going to her room. After all, she had accepted me last night, why should tonight be any different? Because tonight you would know that it is your sister that you are making love to, that voice in my head chimed.

The door to my room creaked open and I saw a small dark shape slip inside.

"Jack?" she whispered. "Are you still awake?"

"Yeah."

The edge of my bed dipped as she sat on it, "Can we talk?"

"I thought you didn't want to."

There was a pause and then I heard her sigh. Light flooded the room when I flicked on my little bedside lamp. There was my little sister, sat on the side of my bed with one leg folded beneath her. Her long blonde hair cascaded about her shoulders like a golden waterfall and her crystal-blue eyes were fixed on me with a nervous apprehension.

"I didn't know what to say," she started, absently plucking at the hem of the T-Shirt she wore. It was several sizes too big for her and the picture of Winnie-the-Pooh with his head stuck in a honey-pot wrapped around the sides of her little frame. "It's just that what you did..."

I felt a surge of shameful guilt. I should have known that her enjoyment of it was all in my head. There must be something wrong with me to feel sexual things for her.

"I'm so sorry, Stacy. I know I can't make it up to you for the horrible thing that I did, but..."

Her face shot up to look at mine, "I never said it was horrible." Her cheeks flushed a bright pink, "It's just that it was not the way I planned it for my first time."

I hadn't thought I could feel any worse, but that hit me like a hammer blow. It had never even occurred to me that it would have been a first for her! Oh, God what had I done! She had been a virgin and now she had lost that to her pig of a brother!

I covered my eyes and let my head crash down onto the pillows, "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart! I never meant to hurt you!"

"You didn't."

Puzzled by the caring I could hear in her voice, I took my hands away and looked up at her. She had a strange sort of expression that seemed half-sad and half-happy. Before I could say anything else, she shivered and rubbed her arms vigorously.

"Brrrrr, it's cold. Can I get under the covers?" After a moments pause, she added, "Just for a minute, of course."

Seeing goose bumps covering her thin arms, I lifted the blanket and she slipped inside. It was only when her cold arm nudged along my chest that I remembered I was naked. Shuffling away a little bit, I let her sink down on the warmest patch of the bed. She slid across it and snuggled up tight against me. With no room left to manoeuvre, I gave in and put my arm around her small shoulders as she rested her cheek on my chest.

"Better?" I enquired.

"Mmmm-huh."

We lay like that for a moment, before she twisted and turned off the lamp.

"What are you doing?"

"You know what Daddy's like. If he goes to the bathroom and sees the light on, he'll think you have fallen asleep without switching it off and come in to do it himself."

That was true. I had not thought of that. In the darkness, she snuggled back against me. The sweet scents of her hair filled my senses. I was very conscious of the small lump of her breast pressing into my side. Her soft hair felt glorious against my naked skin and her breath seemed to tingle across my nipple. Already I could feel my shaft beginning to stir as I was getting aroused.

"About last night," she whispered.

"It was wrong and I am so sorry." I did not think that I believed it, but I thought it was what she wanted to hear.

"Yes," she said, finally. "It was very wrong. It was incest." Even though I could not see her, I could feel her face lift to look at mine when she added, "You do know that, don't you."

"Yeah," I sighed with regret as all my day’s fantasies came crashing to a halt.

"It's something that we should never have done."

"Don't blame yourself, Stacy. It was all my fault. I am the one who sneaked into your bed and slipped my fingers into you while you were asleep. I got you all horny and it's hard to stop something once it has gone that far."

"I know," she answered in a little voice. Guilt stabbed through me. I felt her rest her head back on my chest and slip an arm across me.

"You didn't realise what we were doing, Stace. I more or less forced myself on you."

"No you didn't!" she said, sharply. "You asked me, remember?"

"Yeah, but I'm your brother. That means it was wrong."

"Maybe."

She shifted against me as if she were uncomfortable. The movement made her arm across my chest slip lower until it crossed my hips. There, the side of her forearm bumped into my semi-hard cock. She froze in place, immediately. Neither of us spoke for nearly a minute before she broke the silence.

"Did I do that?"

"Sorta."

"So you do find me attractive, then?"

"What?"

"You know. I don't make you feel sick or anything?"

"Of course you don't make me feel sick. What are you talking about?"

"Well, you said it yourself. I have a body like a fourteen year old girl. No man would be interested in me."

"Don't talk daft. You are beautiful. And sexy. I haven't been able to get the thoughts of you out of my head all day!"

"Really?" her voice quavered with wonder. I had forgotten just how low her self esteem was because of her underdeveloped body.

"Yes really. I nearly had a car crash coming home from taking mum to work because I was daydreaming about the feel of your tits in my hand."

Her chest lurched against my side and she let out a little sob. "You’re just making that up to make me feel better!"

"No, I'm not! Stacy, you are lovely. I love your small tits. Yes, they are small, but that is not a bad thing. In my book, it's a very good thing. I adore small tits and you have the nicest I have ever held."

There was silence for a while and we just lay together in a cosy embrace. The warmth of her little body seemed to seep into my right-hand side and pour straight down to my groin. I was getting really turned on!

"I better go back to my room," she whispered.

Every fibre in me was screaming No! But I just murmured, "Okay. If you want."

I could feel her nod, but she did not move. More long minutes passed. Just lying there in the darkness, with my arm around her tiny body was delightful torture. I had to fight the urge to roll above her and take her. If she had been any other woman but my sister, I would be halfway through ravishing her by now.

But she wasn't any other woman. She was my sister. My precocious brat of a little sister that could get under my skin and make me crazy with anger with just a few words. My teenaged sister that I had spent the last eighteen years fighting with and resenting. My darling sister that I had made love to last night and I was now trembling just from cuddling her. As I thought about her, warmth seemed to spread in my chest. It was a strange feeling that I had not felt before. It spread in waves from underneath my left breast until it filled me completely.

Suddenly, I felt her plant a brief kiss on my chest.

"Stacy?"

"Hmmm?"

"I thought you were going back to your own bed?"

"I am," she said with a reluctant sigh. She still made no effort to get up.

Finally, she raised her head, "Jack?"

"What?"

"I'm going now. Goodnight."

With that, she slid a little way up the bed and her lips brushed mine. It was the softest kiss that I have ever felt. Her lips fluttered against me for just a second and then withdrew. She stayed motionless beside me for what felt like forever before her mouth descended back to mine and pressed with a hungry passion.

The sweet taste of her saliva mingled with that cherry lip-balm as we kissed each other with a forbidden desire. Her body was twisted against my side and the hand that I had put around her shoulders now was hooked over them and rested in the small of her back. I drew circles there as we kissed each other.

The fiery desire gave way to a tenderness that surprised me with the way it generated even stronger feelings of lust. I kissed my little sister in a way that I had never kissed any other woman before. With love.

Her small hand pressed down on my muscular chest and she pushed her mouth away from mine.

"Oh, Jack! This is so wrong!"

"I know," I replied with hoarseness in my voice.

Once more, her lips descended to mine. This time they parted and her tongue slid into my mouth and flicked at my own with the gentlest of caresses. Her silky hair framed our faces as she gave in to her desires and kissed me with a growing neediness.

Giving a little whimper, she tore her mouth from mine and dropped her face to rest it in the crook of my neck. Her hot breath billowed against my throat as she gasped for air. Through the cotton of her T-shirt, I could feel two hard points pressed into my chest. It was then that I also realised she was gently grinding her groin against the side of my hips. The T-shirt must have rucked up because I could feel her hot flesh against mine and the puffy slickness of her pussy as she rubbed it on me.

"Oh, Jack, this is wrong. You're my big brother. My older brother. And I'm your little sister. This is wrong. It's bad. It's naughty. It's incest."

Her whispers were getting husky with excitement as her hips moved against me with a rhythmic grind. Her upper thigh slipped further across my crotch as she widened her legs to get more of my hip against her groin. I could now feel a wet patch on my skin where her cunt was smearing its honey.

Her lips brushed onto my throat in butterfly kisses as she stretched one arm across my chest to hug herself tighter against me.

"Oh, Jack, yessss. This is nice. I like this."

I was rocking slightly as she humped her pussy against me. Her intermittent kisses on my throat felt so sensual and loving as she let her own passions build. The whole act was making my cock throb painfully as my own lust soared. I had to reach down and stroke my shaft to ease it.

In my darkened bedroom, my little sister used my hip to masturbate herself with as she suckled at my throat. I had one hand stroking my rigid shaft and the other caressing her back as it rocked and heaved.

"Kiss me, brother," she whispered in a lusty tone.

I eagerly tilted my face down to her raised one and mashed our lips together. Slick sticky wetness was coating my hip and running down its side as her pussy writhed against me. I had to wank my cock with a harder and firmer rhythm as my desire for this young girl mounted.

Then, I felt the most delightful thing. Her small fingers closed around my slick shaft, below my own and she began to pump up and down with me. I let go and her hand moved higher as she stroked me faster. Her mouth dropped away from mine and she shivered as she buried her face in my neck. Her lips lay near my ear and she whispered continually into it.

"I'm holding my brother's cock! I have my brother's hard cock in my hand! I'm wanking my older brother!"

It was the words that seemed to excite her more and more. The very taboo act, when uttered aloud made this little teenager cream all the more. I smiled as I decided to help.

"That's it, little sister. Wank my hard cock in your hand. Feel your brother’s shaft sliding between your fingertips. Can you feel the way my juice is sliding down and making my sister's hand wet? Fuck me with your hand, little sister. Fuck your brother!"

"OOhhh," she moaned, shuddering against me and thrusting her hips with renewed intensity.

Her hand was causing me such delight that I closed my eyes and lost myself to the feelings. She brought me back with a thrill when her tongue curled into my ear.

"Tell me," she breathed. "I want to hear it. Tell me how your sister is making you want to cum."

"Yes, my angel, you are. You are making your brother's cum boil in anticipation. I want to spurt my seed over you in creamy incestuous waves, little sister. My dearest, darling little sister. I love you. Pump you tiny cunt against your brother. Let me feel your sticky honey gush out. Fuck your pussy against your brother."

I slid the hand that had been stroking the small of her back lower until I felt it slide off her T-shirt and onto the small thrusting mounds of her buttocks. The flesh was hot and slippery beneath my fingers. I stroked patterns in the sweat that covered them. Gingerly, I slipped my fingers into the crease and stroked up and down its whole length.

"Can you feel your brother's fingers on your ass, sister? Can you feel me touching you?"

"Yes!" she gasped, humping her sensitive clit against my hipbone with frenzy.

"You belong to me, don't you, sis?"

"Yes!"

"I can do anything I want to you, can't I?"

"Oh, yes!"

I traced my thick finger down to the lower part of her butt crease and felt her little rosebud pass beneath my fingertip. Her body lurched as I touched that secret spot. It was not my goal for tonight, though. I let my finger follow the remaining inch of flesh before sinking it in one smooth movement all the way into her young cunt.

Hot, slippery, rippled flesh slithered about my questing digit as she continued to buck her hips in passion. Her cunt juice bathed me in its sticky nectar and squelched to her movements. Her soft buttocks clenched and relaxed around my wrist as I slotted my finger back and forth in her moist sheath. Slick strands of sticky girl cream stretched from her puffy flesh to my knuckles as they bounced apart, to slowly drip like glistening ropes onto her thighs.

"Is your pussy juicy for your brother, sis? Is your little cunt all wet for your big brother?"

"Yes," she whispered in a quavering voice.

For a few minutes, all we could do was gasp as we were consumed by the delirious pleasure of our taboo act. Then she began to shake and shiver like she had last night. Mewls of delight gushed from her lips as she clung to me in helplessness as her orgasm broke. My plunging fingers were squeezed in a satin vice as her pussy writhed in incestuous rapture. She mashed her clit against me and ground it in a circle as hard as she could while ripples shook her child-like frame.

That was enough for me and my cum burst out in a torrential spray. It drenched the inside of the blanket above my groin and spattered up my belly. Her small hand pumped up and down to draw the last of my creamy tribute from its well. The final squirts just oozed out and ran in thick salty rivulets over her tiny fingers.

Finally, she lay panting in my arms. Her little chest rose and fell in great gasps that squashed her peach like breasts against my hard muscles. My own chest rose and fell with such force that it lifted her up and down.

She gave a dreamy little-girl giggle as her fingers drew swirls in the cum on my belly, "My brother's spunk! My hands are covered in my big brother's spunk. It's so lovely warm and sticky. I love the feel of my brother's cum."

As the last word left her lips, she jerked as if electrocuted. I could hear her intake of breath as a loud hiss.

"Oh, no. What have we done! This is wrong!" Her voice trembled as she dissolved into tears, leapt from my bed and fled the room.

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