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It was late, and the minutes passed slowly. Midnight had been long ago, it seemed, and yet the night remained in that timeless hollow that are the wee morning hours. The lamp beside me was burning low and I flipped the page of my textbook, shifting ever so slightly. Against my chest, Monica stirred, and for a moment the words became gibberish and all I felt was her soft breast rolling against my skin, all I smelled was the vague fragrance of her shampoo.
I watched her face as she blinked awake, her hand sliding over my waist and gripping my ass. She sniffled, and looked up at me. "Don't be mad," she said.
"I'm not mad," I said. We were whispering to each other.
Monica's eyes slid away from mine and her fingers traced circles up my chest. She kissed me just below my nipple.
"Not now," I said.
"You're mad."
I put the book down in the sheets and reached for her, but she squirmed away and swung a leg over me. She drew the covers up over her head and crawled over me, watching my eyes like some shy predator. Then she bent down, and sighed, and slid her lips against my mouth, softly tracing more circles. Her little tongue flickered out, and then it was gliding over mine. "I missed you," she whispered into my mouth.
"I missed you too," I said.
"I missed this," she said, reaching down between us and grasping my turgid cock.
I reached up and cupped her ass. Gripped it. Squeezed it. She moaned a little. "I know."
Her eyes opened, but something in my gaze made her stop. Her fingers reluctantly left my cock and she frowned. "Stop thinking so much."
"I can't help it," I said. It would have been useless to argue with her. Monica knew me well enough to know the truth.
The truth was, summer was long gone, and we hadn't seen each other for months. I'd been so busy in December I hadn't come home for Christmas, and by the time I was able to visit I was already seeing someone else. It wasn't serious, but I was guilty all the same.
"Listen," said Monica, easing against my side and laying her hand on my chest, "this is just us saying hello."
I laughed. I couldn't help it. "This is not how siblings say hello."
Monica grinned and took my jaw in her hands. She kissed me. "We do."
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my book. I used it to swat her butt as she tried to stifle a giggle, grabbing her wrist to keep her from squirming away. We ended up tangled together and I dropped the book on the floor and gathered her up in my arms. "I just don't want you acting like this was all my fault," she said as she buried her nose in my chest.
"It mostly is," I said.
She scoffed and tried to slap my arm, but she was bound up too tight to get her hands free. Instead she fought me the best way she knew how, by rubbing her naked sex against me. That always worked.
"Mm," I grunted, letting her slide away - but only so far. She turned a little, I think to try to get on top, but I twisted her, fighting her struggles and pinning her down on her stomach. "Mmph!" she grunted back as my pelvis dug into her ass. My cock, now rock hard, wedged into the crack of her ass, and I held onto her arms as she struggled harder to break free. The struggling only pushed my cock deeper into her ass, and she let out another grunt as I arched my back.
"Get off of me, big brother!" she whispered shrilly.
"No, you wanted to sleep in my bed. You're going to have to pay the price." I slid my cock up against her moist slit and pushed.
"Nn! N-no!" she moaned as loudly as she dared. She struggled even harder, and then I was in her, thrusting against each of her mock attempts to break free. "Ah! Big brother! You're inside me!" she gasped.
"Shut up," I grunted into her ear. She loved that. I cupped my palm over her mouth as she began to moan louder. She bit the skin of my fingers as I roughly grabbed her breast.
The two of us were wedged into the farthest corner of the bed, her body pinned under me, her legs open and her feet kicking against the mattress as I entered her, again and again, in fierce, wet thrusts. She shut her eyes tight and arched her neck up as I fucked her, screaming into my hand.
I'd never fucked anyone like I fucked Moni. The thought made me hard, even as it troubled me. But all that troubling, all that guilt, just added to the intensity. Monica felt it; Monica knew; and that's why Monica twisted her hips; that's why she screamed harder into my hand. She loved my cock and she loved that I loved her, and she loved playing this twisted little game.
I pulled out of her. She whirled around, and I managed to trap her flat on her back. Our positions had reversed from just a few minutes earlier. Now she lay under me and I was the predator on top.
I stared down at Monica's body, glistening and pink in the dim lamplight. Her eyes were fierce, her skin flushed red under her breasts and chin. Her nipples that I loved so much were sharp and tight, and I pinched one, making her wince. Her knees knocked helplessly against my ribs as my cock swung over her shaved pussy, dripping with our mutual juices. Her hands had been splayed against her head, and now she raised them, tentatively, to my shoulders. I watched her pillowy breasts shudder with her every breath. "J-Johnny, please...don't do this..."
I bent over her and bit her on her neck. She stifled her own cry as I sucked at her, my fingers skating over her thigh and taking a handful of flesh. "Aah!" Moni cried as my cock bumped against her clitoris. She pushed me up and looked deep into my eyes. "You can't do this," she whispered. "I'm your sister.
I cupped one beautiful breast and squeezed. Monica bit her lip and shuddered. "I'll...I'll jerk you off, if that's what you want," she said, doing her best to sound pitiful. Slowly her hand reached up. I grabbed it and put it on me. "Oh! It's so...it's so big, Johnny..." My hand still over her own, I made her stroke me, and I watched the flush in her skin crawl up her face. "Oh...Oh, Johnny... Don't. I...I shouldn't..."
"Put it in your mouth," I said.
"No," said Monica, her eyes wide. "No, Johnny. I couldn't do that!"
"Sure you can," I said, digging my fingers into her dirty blonde hair. I drew her toward me as I crawled over her body.
"Oh! Oh, Johnny! W-wait. If...if I do that, will you promise not to put it in me?"
"I promise," I said to her.
She eased herself down the mattress as I lowered my cock to her mouth. "I can't believe you're making me do this," she said. She made the cutest face as I put my penis between her lips, as if it was medicine she hated to swallow.
"That's it, little sister," I said. "Take the whole thing." I slid it down, down along her tongue, as Monica reached up to dig her nails into my back. I softly pulled it back, our eyes never breaking contact. "That's a good girl," I murmured, sliding it back in. "Don't wake mom and dad."
"Mm," said Monica around my cock. "Mm!" she groaned as I pushed it deeper.
"Deeper," I ordered her as I gripped the back of her head.
"Mm!" she protested as I entered her throat. "Mmm!"
"Ah!" I grunted, pulling out and letting her breathe. Long trails of saliva left her tongue and hung from my cockhead. It slithered back onto her mouth.
"Johnny, that's gross!" she said. "I can't do this. I won't!"
"Well then you know what you have to do," I said, sliding down and pushing myself against her wet pussy.
"Oh no!" she stammered. "Johnny, please! I can't!"
I shoved it in. Monica bit my shoulder to keep from screaming. "D-don't do this, big brother," she moaned into my skin. "Please! You're too big."
Her vagina was pulsing against me as I thrust, deeper and faster, deeper and faster, as she gripped me with her whole body. "You can take it," I grunted into her hair. That smell. Her smell. Her shampoo and sweat. The natural smell of her. My sister. My lover.
"I-I can take it," she whispered into my ear.
"You can take the whole thing, Monica. Good girl."
"I am," she gasped against me. "Is it good? Do you love that pussy?"
"I love this fucking pussy," I told her.
"I love you," she whispered, so low I almost didn't hear. "I love your cock in me," she gasped. "I love it so much. I need it. I need it. I need it!" She continued that mantra, faster and faster, the words rolling into a wild, unending blur as I fucked her harder and harder until the bed quaked and her whole body was shaking beyond her control. "Cum in me, big brother," she demanded. "Cum in your good little whore!"
I flowed inside of her. We'd fucked furiously hours before and yet I still came like a torrent. I filled my dirty little sister with all my cum, and Monica's breath was so deep it was as if I'd squirted life itself into her body. I suppose, in a way, I had.
I thrust for a long time after I came, even as the nerves went crazy in my cock and I'd shrunk to a flaccid shadow of my former glory. Monica moaned at me when I tried to pull out, so I stayed in her, the two of us lying there together in the sweaty mess we'd made of the bed.
"We should make a pact," she said. Her lips were pressed against my ear. My eyes were shut, my body's energy fading fast. Even now, though, the jiggle of her tits made by every heartbeat made me want her all over again.
"Pacts are for conspirators," I murmured into her hair.
"You'll like this one," she said.
"I don't think I will."
"I know you will," she said, wiggling her hips. My soft cock still clung to her labia. She pushed her mouth deeper into my ear canal, and lowered her voice. "How about this is just the way it is for us? We can see whoever we want...but you and me...this is just how we love each other."
"That can't-" I started.
She shushed me. "You don't have to fuck me if you don't want to. Just...if you need to..."
"When does that end?" I said. "When we're married? When we're living across the country from each other?"
"Never," she whispered into my ear. "It'll be our secret. And it won't be cheating. Is it cheating when you hug me?"
"No," I said.
"When you kiss me?"
"Where?"
"This is just how we are," she said.
"I don't think that's how it normally goes," I said, halfway to sleep.
"Will your wife ever fuck you like I do?"
She might have had a point. A terrible, i****tuous point... Monica eased me out of her, and took my face, and drew me up to look her in the eye. She licked her lips. "You want this too," she said. "I'm just saying what you won't."
It would have been the height of condescension to tell her this was just a phase and she'd find someone else - someone not related to her by blood - and someday this would all be a weird memory...
I had come home that afternoon with my bag slung over my shoulder, with stories and weariness to share with my father about grad school. He, my mother and my sister had gathered around the table and eaten dinner together for the first time in ages, and there was no awkwardness anywhere. I told them about Pam, the girl I was seeing, and Monica asked about her like any disinterested sister would. My mother was glad I was finally dating someone again.
That night my dad and I drank beers on the porch and talked about the companies that were open. He'd been in the business for years and I'd already put in several years of my own. I'd be fine. I was on the right track, and in a couple years I knew I'd be designing the buildings I'd always dreamed of.
I retired late that night, book in hand, in bed. The hours crept by and, near midnight, there was a knock at my door. Monica, in nothing provocative (a simple shirt, simple shorts, no makeup), softly smiled and asked if she could sleep on my side of the bed. I laughed, and without thinking, scooted over to let her lie down. I continued to read, and the minutes crept by, and softly I heard her stir.
"It's too hot in here," she said. And without turning, her eyes closed, she hooked her thumbs into her shorts and slid them down her shapely ass. And then, her hair falling over her shoulder, she batted her eyes at me. "You want to put it in there?"
I didn't think. My cock was hard and ready before the book fell out of my hand. She was ready too, and we both hissed as I slid it in.
We kissed like we'd been separated by ages, by uncountable miles, as I fucked her from behind and reached into her shirt to clasp her heavy breasts - the breasts that swayed so hypnotically whenever she didn't wear a bra. Like tonight. Like at the dinner table. Like when she came so innocently into my room. I pulled her hair. She bit my lip. She grinded against me. I touched her everywhere, and she moaned into my mouth as I came in her. Then she, with a strength I scarcely recognized, forced herself down against me so she could cum with my full length inside of her.
As if we'd saved the foreplay for reverse, I pulled her shirt off and kissed her then, kissed her a hundred times as she wound her naked limbs through mine and collapsed with me on the bed. The two of us, our tongues tangled, giggled softly at each other as we shared the reunion we'd both been waiting for.
But I was seeing someone. Wasn't I? Didn't that mean something? Or did it mean nothing next to the jungle lust I stoked for my sister. I woke later in the night to read, and to think about that. And after an hour of thinking and reading Monica turned her eyes up to me, told me not to be mad, and we'd done it all over again.
Now, gazing down at her as she told me her little plan, I didn't know what to think.
"My love for you is complicated," I said.
"Yeah, no shit," she muttered. "But I know a good thing when I fuck it."
"You do fuck it very well."
She gave a chivalrous little nod. Then she coughed, and said quietly, "I slept in here a few times, after you left..."
"I missed you, too."
"Good."
I looked at the clock. It was no longer the wee morning hours. It was almost the normal morning hours. Almost time to go back to the world where we were just brother and sister. No benefits.
"I just don't want us to pretend this never happened," she said. "Don't do that thing where you take the moral high ground. That's bullshit." She gave me her best little sister glare, so I shut up. "I just want us to agree this is part of who we are."
"For better or worse," I intoned.
"I'm not asking for more than that," she said.
"So, if I've got this straight, we'll try to live normal, productive lives as normal, productive siblings...who occasionally sleep together."
"Not so much sleeping," she amended.
"Who occasionally rut like stoats."
"Sure," she said. "There's no way that can go wrong."
Well, I probably don't have to tell you this, but it went wrong all over the place.
I watched her face as she blinked awake, her hand sliding over my waist and gripping my ass. She sniffled, and looked up at me. "Don't be mad," she said.
"I'm not mad," I said. We were whispering to each other.
Monica's eyes slid away from mine and her fingers traced circles up my chest. She kissed me just below my nipple.
"Not now," I said.
"You're mad."
I put the book down in the sheets and reached for her, but she squirmed away and swung a leg over me. She drew the covers up over her head and crawled over me, watching my eyes like some shy predator. Then she bent down, and sighed, and slid her lips against my mouth, softly tracing more circles. Her little tongue flickered out, and then it was gliding over mine. "I missed you," she whispered into my mouth.
"I missed you too," I said.
"I missed this," she said, reaching down between us and grasping my turgid cock.
I reached up and cupped her ass. Gripped it. Squeezed it. She moaned a little. "I know."
Her eyes opened, but something in my gaze made her stop. Her fingers reluctantly left my cock and she frowned. "Stop thinking so much."
"I can't help it," I said. It would have been useless to argue with her. Monica knew me well enough to know the truth.
The truth was, summer was long gone, and we hadn't seen each other for months. I'd been so busy in December I hadn't come home for Christmas, and by the time I was able to visit I was already seeing someone else. It wasn't serious, but I was guilty all the same.
"Listen," said Monica, easing against my side and laying her hand on my chest, "this is just us saying hello."
I laughed. I couldn't help it. "This is not how siblings say hello."
Monica grinned and took my jaw in her hands. She kissed me. "We do."
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my book. I used it to swat her butt as she tried to stifle a giggle, grabbing her wrist to keep her from squirming away. We ended up tangled together and I dropped the book on the floor and gathered her up in my arms. "I just don't want you acting like this was all my fault," she said as she buried her nose in my chest.
"It mostly is," I said.
She scoffed and tried to slap my arm, but she was bound up too tight to get her hands free. Instead she fought me the best way she knew how, by rubbing her naked sex against me. That always worked.
"Mm," I grunted, letting her slide away - but only so far. She turned a little, I think to try to get on top, but I twisted her, fighting her struggles and pinning her down on her stomach. "Mmph!" she grunted back as my pelvis dug into her ass. My cock, now rock hard, wedged into the crack of her ass, and I held onto her arms as she struggled harder to break free. The struggling only pushed my cock deeper into her ass, and she let out another grunt as I arched my back.
"Get off of me, big brother!" she whispered shrilly.
"No, you wanted to sleep in my bed. You're going to have to pay the price." I slid my cock up against her moist slit and pushed.
"Nn! N-no!" she moaned as loudly as she dared. She struggled even harder, and then I was in her, thrusting against each of her mock attempts to break free. "Ah! Big brother! You're inside me!" she gasped.
"Shut up," I grunted into her ear. She loved that. I cupped my palm over her mouth as she began to moan louder. She bit the skin of my fingers as I roughly grabbed her breast.
The two of us were wedged into the farthest corner of the bed, her body pinned under me, her legs open and her feet kicking against the mattress as I entered her, again and again, in fierce, wet thrusts. She shut her eyes tight and arched her neck up as I fucked her, screaming into my hand.
I'd never fucked anyone like I fucked Moni. The thought made me hard, even as it troubled me. But all that troubling, all that guilt, just added to the intensity. Monica felt it; Monica knew; and that's why Monica twisted her hips; that's why she screamed harder into my hand. She loved my cock and she loved that I loved her, and she loved playing this twisted little game.
I pulled out of her. She whirled around, and I managed to trap her flat on her back. Our positions had reversed from just a few minutes earlier. Now she lay under me and I was the predator on top.
I stared down at Monica's body, glistening and pink in the dim lamplight. Her eyes were fierce, her skin flushed red under her breasts and chin. Her nipples that I loved so much were sharp and tight, and I pinched one, making her wince. Her knees knocked helplessly against my ribs as my cock swung over her shaved pussy, dripping with our mutual juices. Her hands had been splayed against her head, and now she raised them, tentatively, to my shoulders. I watched her pillowy breasts shudder with her every breath. "J-Johnny, please...don't do this..."
I bent over her and bit her on her neck. She stifled her own cry as I sucked at her, my fingers skating over her thigh and taking a handful of flesh. "Aah!" Moni cried as my cock bumped against her clitoris. She pushed me up and looked deep into my eyes. "You can't do this," she whispered. "I'm your sister.
I cupped one beautiful breast and squeezed. Monica bit her lip and shuddered. "I'll...I'll jerk you off, if that's what you want," she said, doing her best to sound pitiful. Slowly her hand reached up. I grabbed it and put it on me. "Oh! It's so...it's so big, Johnny..." My hand still over her own, I made her stroke me, and I watched the flush in her skin crawl up her face. "Oh...Oh, Johnny... Don't. I...I shouldn't..."
"Put it in your mouth," I said.
"No," said Monica, her eyes wide. "No, Johnny. I couldn't do that!"
"Sure you can," I said, digging my fingers into her dirty blonde hair. I drew her toward me as I crawled over her body.
"Oh! Oh, Johnny! W-wait. If...if I do that, will you promise not to put it in me?"
"I promise," I said to her.
She eased herself down the mattress as I lowered my cock to her mouth. "I can't believe you're making me do this," she said. She made the cutest face as I put my penis between her lips, as if it was medicine she hated to swallow.
"That's it, little sister," I said. "Take the whole thing." I slid it down, down along her tongue, as Monica reached up to dig her nails into my back. I softly pulled it back, our eyes never breaking contact. "That's a good girl," I murmured, sliding it back in. "Don't wake mom and dad."
"Mm," said Monica around my cock. "Mm!" she groaned as I pushed it deeper.
"Deeper," I ordered her as I gripped the back of her head.
"Mm!" she protested as I entered her throat. "Mmm!"
"Ah!" I grunted, pulling out and letting her breathe. Long trails of saliva left her tongue and hung from my cockhead. It slithered back onto her mouth.
"Johnny, that's gross!" she said. "I can't do this. I won't!"
"Well then you know what you have to do," I said, sliding down and pushing myself against her wet pussy.
"Oh no!" she stammered. "Johnny, please! I can't!"
I shoved it in. Monica bit my shoulder to keep from screaming. "D-don't do this, big brother," she moaned into my skin. "Please! You're too big."
Her vagina was pulsing against me as I thrust, deeper and faster, deeper and faster, as she gripped me with her whole body. "You can take it," I grunted into her hair. That smell. Her smell. Her shampoo and sweat. The natural smell of her. My sister. My lover.
"I-I can take it," she whispered into my ear.
"You can take the whole thing, Monica. Good girl."
"I am," she gasped against me. "Is it good? Do you love that pussy?"
"I love this fucking pussy," I told her.
"I love you," she whispered, so low I almost didn't hear. "I love your cock in me," she gasped. "I love it so much. I need it. I need it. I need it!" She continued that mantra, faster and faster, the words rolling into a wild, unending blur as I fucked her harder and harder until the bed quaked and her whole body was shaking beyond her control. "Cum in me, big brother," she demanded. "Cum in your good little whore!"
I flowed inside of her. We'd fucked furiously hours before and yet I still came like a torrent. I filled my dirty little sister with all my cum, and Monica's breath was so deep it was as if I'd squirted life itself into her body. I suppose, in a way, I had.
I thrust for a long time after I came, even as the nerves went crazy in my cock and I'd shrunk to a flaccid shadow of my former glory. Monica moaned at me when I tried to pull out, so I stayed in her, the two of us lying there together in the sweaty mess we'd made of the bed.
"We should make a pact," she said. Her lips were pressed against my ear. My eyes were shut, my body's energy fading fast. Even now, though, the jiggle of her tits made by every heartbeat made me want her all over again.
"Pacts are for conspirators," I murmured into her hair.
"You'll like this one," she said.
"I don't think I will."
"I know you will," she said, wiggling her hips. My soft cock still clung to her labia. She pushed her mouth deeper into my ear canal, and lowered her voice. "How about this is just the way it is for us? We can see whoever we want...but you and me...this is just how we love each other."
"That can't-" I started.
She shushed me. "You don't have to fuck me if you don't want to. Just...if you need to..."
"When does that end?" I said. "When we're married? When we're living across the country from each other?"
"Never," she whispered into my ear. "It'll be our secret. And it won't be cheating. Is it cheating when you hug me?"
"No," I said.
"When you kiss me?"
"Where?"
"This is just how we are," she said.
"I don't think that's how it normally goes," I said, halfway to sleep.
"Will your wife ever fuck you like I do?"
She might have had a point. A terrible, i****tuous point... Monica eased me out of her, and took my face, and drew me up to look her in the eye. She licked her lips. "You want this too," she said. "I'm just saying what you won't."
It would have been the height of condescension to tell her this was just a phase and she'd find someone else - someone not related to her by blood - and someday this would all be a weird memory...
I had come home that afternoon with my bag slung over my shoulder, with stories and weariness to share with my father about grad school. He, my mother and my sister had gathered around the table and eaten dinner together for the first time in ages, and there was no awkwardness anywhere. I told them about Pam, the girl I was seeing, and Monica asked about her like any disinterested sister would. My mother was glad I was finally dating someone again.
That night my dad and I drank beers on the porch and talked about the companies that were open. He'd been in the business for years and I'd already put in several years of my own. I'd be fine. I was on the right track, and in a couple years I knew I'd be designing the buildings I'd always dreamed of.
I retired late that night, book in hand, in bed. The hours crept by and, near midnight, there was a knock at my door. Monica, in nothing provocative (a simple shirt, simple shorts, no makeup), softly smiled and asked if she could sleep on my side of the bed. I laughed, and without thinking, scooted over to let her lie down. I continued to read, and the minutes crept by, and softly I heard her stir.
"It's too hot in here," she said. And without turning, her eyes closed, she hooked her thumbs into her shorts and slid them down her shapely ass. And then, her hair falling over her shoulder, she batted her eyes at me. "You want to put it in there?"
I didn't think. My cock was hard and ready before the book fell out of my hand. She was ready too, and we both hissed as I slid it in.
We kissed like we'd been separated by ages, by uncountable miles, as I fucked her from behind and reached into her shirt to clasp her heavy breasts - the breasts that swayed so hypnotically whenever she didn't wear a bra. Like tonight. Like at the dinner table. Like when she came so innocently into my room. I pulled her hair. She bit my lip. She grinded against me. I touched her everywhere, and she moaned into my mouth as I came in her. Then she, with a strength I scarcely recognized, forced herself down against me so she could cum with my full length inside of her.
As if we'd saved the foreplay for reverse, I pulled her shirt off and kissed her then, kissed her a hundred times as she wound her naked limbs through mine and collapsed with me on the bed. The two of us, our tongues tangled, giggled softly at each other as we shared the reunion we'd both been waiting for.
But I was seeing someone. Wasn't I? Didn't that mean something? Or did it mean nothing next to the jungle lust I stoked for my sister. I woke later in the night to read, and to think about that. And after an hour of thinking and reading Monica turned her eyes up to me, told me not to be mad, and we'd done it all over again.
Now, gazing down at her as she told me her little plan, I didn't know what to think.
"My love for you is complicated," I said.
"Yeah, no shit," she muttered. "But I know a good thing when I fuck it."
"You do fuck it very well."
She gave a chivalrous little nod. Then she coughed, and said quietly, "I slept in here a few times, after you left..."
"I missed you, too."
"Good."
I looked at the clock. It was no longer the wee morning hours. It was almost the normal morning hours. Almost time to go back to the world where we were just brother and sister. No benefits.
"I just don't want us to pretend this never happened," she said. "Don't do that thing where you take the moral high ground. That's bullshit." She gave me her best little sister glare, so I shut up. "I just want us to agree this is part of who we are."
"For better or worse," I intoned.
"I'm not asking for more than that," she said.
"So, if I've got this straight, we'll try to live normal, productive lives as normal, productive siblings...who occasionally sleep together."
"Not so much sleeping," she amended.
"Who occasionally rut like stoats."
"Sure," she said. "There's no way that can go wrong."
Well, I probably don't have to tell you this, but it went wrong all over the place.
Maddy
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