I've written so many brother/sister stories that I've lost track. Maybe I should see a therapist... Eh, I'll do it later.
I hope you enjoy!
Rachel, oh how I loved her. Of all the girls in the world, she was the one that my heart truly longed for, and of all the girls in the world, she was my sister. At thirteen years old, she was three years younger than me and as sweet as she was beautiful. She was a foot shorter than I was with bright auburn hair, though mine was a more modest brown. Her hair was short and decorated with blue clips, with the contrast of blue and red working beautiful with her emerald-green eyes.
I’m not sure when my feelings for her turned from sibling love to romantic love, but I have always cared about her deeply. For as long as she’s been in my life, I’ve always been protective of her and we’ve been incredibly close. I’ve always been her best friend, her mentor, her guardian, and her supporter. We shared our deepest secrets, did whatever we asked of each other, and offered emotional support to each other. When Rachel had her first breakup, I held her in my arms when she cried, and whenever our parents yelled at me when I misbehaved, Rachel would always be standing beside me, with her soft hand wrapped in mine.
Over the last couple of years, my feelings for her had changed even more. Like Rachel’s body, my feelings became more… mature. Her petite frame had begun to fill out, with her breasts and rear growing in fullness, but her waist staying slim with a sexy hourglass figure. With her voluptuous young body and my burning hormones, I couldn’t help but masturbate furiously every night, thinking of every time we had touched during the day.
I was sitting on the hood of my car, waiting for Rachel to come over. School had ended and she was talking to her friends. In my hands were a sketchbook and a pencil, and I was drawing a picture of her to entertain myself. While I loved the draw a wide variety of subjects and objects, Rachel was my favorite and she loved to receive the pictures. What she didn’t know about were the naked pictures of her that I drew in private and kept VERY well hidden.
Once she was done talking to her friends, she walked over with a smile on her beautiful face. I had the same smile as I pulled the drawing out of the sketchbook and handed it to her.
“Unfortunately, the sunlight didn’t do you justice.” I said sheepishly.
“Oh, this is lovely! Thank you James!” She said sweetly.
“Come on, let’s head home.” I nodded.
As we pulled out of the parking lot, I turned to Rachel.
“So how was your day?” I asked.
“It was ok, but I’m drowning in homework. It will take me hours to do and yet my teachers all expect me to have it done by tomorrow. Will you please help me?” She asked desperately. I smiled.
“I always help you, why would today be any different?” I replied warmly. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
“Back to the grindstone.” She sighed as we stepped into our home. As she opened up her backpack and walked towards the kitchen to get started on her homework, I put my hand on her shoulder and stopped her.
“Wait, don’t get started yet, you should take a break first. Come on, it will calm you down and make you feel better before you have to start working. Trust me, it will do a whole world of good.” I hummed.
My little sister smiled and we made our way to the living room. I sat down on the couch and Rachel retrieved the remote from the nearby coffee table. She curled up next to me, and to my surprise, she grasped my arm and wrapped it around herself like it was a blanket. We often watched TV this way, but she had never been so… affectionate. Even for her, this was unusual behavior.
She turned on the TV and handed me the remote, forsaking it to put her arm across my chest.
“Comfortable?” I chuckled.
“Hmmm, very.” She purred.
I selected a show from the DVR list and began playing it, with Rachel pressed against me. As the show progressed, Rachel constantly shifted her position, but always slightly. Every part of her body was slowly rubbing up against mine, exciting me more and more with each movement. Her legs were wrapped around mine, and it was almost as if she was grinding my thigh between hers. I gritted my teeth, trying to suppress my building erection. It didn’t take me long to realize that this wasn’t her usual behavior, was she doing this without knowing it, or was there a purpose?
With the smell of her soft red hair filling my senses and her warm body pressed against mine, I had to fight the urge to place my hand on her smooth cheek, look into her beautiful eyes, and kiss her. I loved her with all my heart, but as fate would have it, our greatest bond was also our greatest barrier. As my sister, I could not openly express my feelings for her, and she could not return those feelings, even if she had them. If anyone were to learn about how I loved Rachel, my family would ostracize me and I might never see her again. As long as we shared the same blood, the closest I could get to being with Rachel was holding her as just her brother, and then manipulating the world so that we could be together, if only through my sketchbook.
The show finally came to an end and I wrapped my fingers around Rachel’s hands.
“Come on, let’s get started on that homework.” I whispered in her ear.
We sat at the corner of the kitchen table, both of us facing a pile of schoolwork. Rachel hadn’t been exaggerating when she said she had a huge amount to do, but even with me busy with my own assignments, I was able to help her get through them faster.
As the hours passed by, Rachel would become more and more frustrated with the amount of work. She would put her head down on the table for a few minutes, almost as if it were made of ice and she was running a fever. While she collected herself, I would stroke her hair or hold her hand, and it wouldn’t take long for her resolve to come back.
After coming home, our parents continuously asked if there was anything they could do to help, but regardless of how much work she had, she always said that she was fine and didn’t need help. It didn’t take me long to wonder if she was just saying it so that we could work in privacy.
We worked up until dinner, and even after. Under normal circumstances, we would have both cracked under the pressure of the inhumane amount of school work, but just having each other close gave us relief. By 8:00, Rachel was working on her last piece of schoolwork, and I could tell that she was just about to burn out.
“Rachel, give me your hands.” I said out of the blue.
“What?” She asked, rubbing the tiredness from her eyes.
“Let me massage your palms and relieve your stress. Come on, I can see you really need it.” I said warmly. Rachel nodded with a smile. For years, whenever my little sister was stressed, worried, or scared, I would massage her hands and she would practically melt in bliss.
She held out her right hand and I held it in my own, pressing down on her palm with my thumbs. I began working them in circles, moving around and easing the tension in her hand. Rachel hummed in relief as I took away her stress.
“So what are you so worked up about?” I asked.
“What?” She hummed.
“I can tell that you’re really stressed about something, what is it?” I clarified, moving from her palm to her fingers. I gently rubbed the joints, and bent them back just enough for an enjoyable stretching feeling.
“Just my schoolwork.” She deflected.
“Rachel, don’t even try. I know you better than anyone else on earth, and if there are two things I know, they are when you are upset about something and when you are lying. Come on, talk to me.” I chuckled as I began massaging her left hand. Rachel was silent for several moments.
“There is just something I really want to say to someone, but I don’t know how or if I even should.” She murmured.
“Well who is it? What do you want to say to them?” I asked.
“It’s a secret.” She said softly. I held up both of her hands and pressed the palms together, with my hands wrapped around hers.
“You’ve never kept a secret from me. I guess this person is important, and what you want to say to them… is really important.” I hummed as I switched my gaze from Rachel’s hands to her eyes. Rachel and I stared at each other, trying to think of something to say. Finally, Rachel parted her soft lips.
“They are.” She murmured simply.
With one arm against her back and the other under her knees, I carried Rachel up the stairs. She was completely exhausted, and I was just hoping I would be able to get her to shower and brush her teeth before she completely passed out.
“Come on Rachel, stay with me.” I hummed as I stood in the bathroom doorway. She groaned in reply as she opened her beautiful eyes.
“You have to shower and brush your teeth before you go to bed. Just stay awake for five more minutes, then you can go to sleep.” I said as I lowered her onto her feet. She gave a wide yawn and tried to rub the tiredness from her eyes for the umpteenth time.
“It’s a good thing tomorrow is Friday, because you really need this weekend.” I mused as I brushed a lock of her air out of her face. She looked up at me with her tired but beautiful eyes.
“James, thank you so much for helping me. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.” She whispered. She then stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek. I smiled.
“I’ll always help you, no matter what.” I said with the same tone before kissing her on the forehead. She smiled and stepped into the bathroom. She closed the door and I walked to my bedroom.
“I just wish I could help you more than just as your brother.” I said softly to myself.
Using my fingertips, I smudged the graphite in my sketchbook, trying to get a better image of the bird I was drawing. In the corner of my eye, I saw Rachel talking to her friends. I squinted in interest, straining to see something that had caught my attention. Rachel had just left the main group of her friends, but one girl had chased after her, I recognized her as Ashley.
Ashley handed her a small cardboard box, clearly mail delivered, and Rachel responded with some cash. Whatever sort of transaction was going on, they were doing it out of earshot of the other girls, and they both had a giddy blush. Rachel quickly stashed the box in her backpack and walked over to me with an excited smile on her face.
“Alright, let’s go home!” She said happily.
“So what did that girl give you?” I asked simply. Rachel’s face paled.
“Nothing, she didn’t give me anything.” She said, with her excitement changing to nervousness.
“Come on, what was in the box?” I asked with a sheepish smile.
“It’s a secret. Can we please go home?” She pleaded, desperate to change the subject. I sat up and looked into her eyes.
“Rachel, what’s wrong? You’ve never kept secrets from me, and now it feels like you don’t want me involved in your life.” I asked softly. My sister’s eyes gained a sad hue.
“I do want you in my life, you’re the most important person in the world to me. But I want to be able to have some privacy; I’m growing up.” She said sadly. I stood up and gave a sad smile.
“As long as that means we don’t grow apart.” I replied. Her face lit up.
“Of course it doesn’t.” She murmured. We hugged and then climbed into the car.
The second we stepped into the house, Rachel dashed up the stairs and into her room with her backpack. I just hummed in curiosity and made my way to the living room. I sat down in front of the TV, picked a show from my DVR list, and let my mind decompress from the week.
At first, my mind was calm and preoccupied by the show I was watching, but it didn’t take long for my curiosity to swell. With every minute that passed by, my desire to know what Rachel had gotten and what she was doing grew stronger.
“Enough of this, she deserves her privacy. Leave her alone.” I said to myself, crushing my urge to go up and look into her room.
I stood up and gave a loud sigh. If I wanted to preoccupy my mind, I would need more than just a TV show. If I could start drawing, then I wouldn’t be so stir-crazy, but I had worn down my last pencil in the school parking lot, and I needed to get some more from my room.
I climbed up the stairs and made my way to by bedroom, but stopped when I heard something that almost made me gasp.
“James…” I heard Rachel cooed softly. I stepped over to Rachel’s door and knocked.
“Rachel, are you ok?” I asked with my whole body shaking.
“James… please…” She said, so softly that I barely heard her.
I opened the door and the breath was ripped from my lungs. Rachel was lying in her bed, completely naked with her hand between her legs. She was blushing so much that her body seemed to be glowing, but the expression on her face showed pain.
“Please… help me…” She whimpered.
I walked over and crouched down, wrapping my hand around hers. My eyes were fixated on her beautiful naked body.
“Rachel, what’s wrong?” I asked softly.
“I was using a small vibrating rotor, but I accidently pushed down on it too hard. Now it’s inside me and I can’t get it out. Please, it doesn’t feel good anymore, I just want it to stop.” She murmured, almost on the verge of tears. I looked down and saw the box for the rotor. On the front was a picture of it. The small egg-shaped rotor was about the size of a finger joint and was activated by twisting the two-piece case.
“So you want me too…” I began, unable to believe what was happening. I had always wanted to see Rachel like this, but not with the expression of discomfort on her face.
“Your hands are bigger than mine, can you get it? Please, I’m begging you.” She pleaded. I swallowed hard, still in disbelief.
“Ok.” I replied.
I climbed up onto the bed and Rachel spread her legs. I took just a second to admire her naked body. Her breasts were of a very young and modest size, but were as perky as she was, with nipples that were almost like pencil erasers. My eyes ran down her petite frame to the slim patch of pubic hair, just above her young tight pussy. She was soaking wet from arousal, and the soft lips were parted.
I slowly reached out and placed my hands on her inner thighs. I took a deep breath and pressed my thumbs against the lips of her pussy, feeling her juices on my hand. Rachel stirred as I slowly parted the lips, opening her up and letting me see her soft pink insides. The sweet smell wafting up was driving me insane with arousal, and I wanted nothing more than to bury my face between her legs, send my tongue as far up into her as possible, and savor the taste of her essence.
“Do you see it?” Rachel panted.
“No, it really is far up there.” I answered.
“Please, get it out.” She begged. I nodded and lay down beside her. With our faces just inches apart, we stared into each other’s eyes.
“Hold onto me.” I said. Rachel bit her lip and wrapped her arms around me, burying her face in my chest.
With my right hand still on her pussy, I slowly pushed my fingers in between the wet lips. Rachel gave a shrill whine as I entered her and tightened her hold. Her cunt was so tight that I could barely work my fingers into her. Slowly, I got my middle and index finger up to the first joint, then the second, and finally the third. There is no way to describe the warmth, softness, and wetness of Rachel’s insides and how good they felt. I wanted to push my whole hand up into her… among other things.
I searched every corner of her pussy, trying to find the rotor and unable to go in past my knuckles. The whole time I was searching, Rachel was panting and blushing from physical arousal, and her whole body was drenched in sweat. Finally, I found it. While I couldn’t actually touch it, I could feel its vibrations passing through the vaginal walls, and knew it was just a few centimeters past my reach.
“I can’t get at it.” I cursed. Rachel’s eyes widened in fear.
“Then what do we do?” She asked.
“We have two options; we can take you to the hospital, or we can push it into my reach.” I replied.
“How are we going to do that?”
“You need to have an orgasm, the convulsions will push it enough for me to at least grab it.” I answered. Rachel held her breath and bit her lip, trying to fight her embarrassment.
“Ok.” She finally whispered.
I nodded and wrapped my arm around her, holding her close. I slowly began to work my fingers in and out, tickling and exciting her insides. Rachel squirmed in my arms as I stroked the lips of her pussy, entering her over and over again with my fingers and loosening her up. Rachel had her face buried in the side of my neck and was giving a continuous mix of a whine and moan, she was gripping my shirt as tightly as possible, and her legs were clamped tight around my hand.
“Oh god, stop! I can’t take it anymore, you’re driving me crazy!” My little sister moaned. Regardless of what she said, I continued.
From what I had read online, I was able to identify her g-spot by the way it felt. I prodded it gently with my fingers, while rubbing the lips with my thumb. From the combination of the vibrator buzzing inside of her and my fingers right on her g-spot, it only took Rachel a minute to have a gushing orgasm. Her pussy constricted and contracted over and over again, finally pushing the rotor enough for me to grab it with my index and middle finger.
“I got it.” I panted, pulling it out. My hand was drenched in my sister’s juices, and the rotor was buzzing in my hand almost wildly.
I stood up and walked over to a nearby box of tissues. I grabbed several and used them to wipe the fluid off of my hand. I turned around and whole body became cold. Rachel had her back to me and was lying in the fetal position, sobbing. Only now did I see how young and helpless my sister was, and what I had just done to her.
“Rachel, I am so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t stop when you told me too. I’m sorry, please forgive me!” I begged, crouching by her bed. Several seconds passed by before Rachel managed to speak through the sobs.
“I’m not upset with you, I’m upset with myself!” She cried. I sat on the bed and placed my hand on her shoulder, but she pulled away out of shame.
“I just had my brother give me an orgasm because I lost a vibrator in my own body! What is wrong with me?! I can’t imagine what you think of me…” She continued.
“Rachel…” I said softly.
I reached underneath her, with one arm against her back and the other behind her knees. To her surprise, I picked her up and held her in my lap. I kissed her several times on the forehead and cheek and she stopped crying.
“Rachel, my view of you hasn’t changed. I still care about you and I still love you. You are my sister, and the bond we just shared is not something that you should be ashamed of, I’m sure not. I told you last night that I would always help you, no matter what, and that hasn’t changed.” I said with a small smile.
Rachel wrapped her arms around my neck and burst into fresh tears.
“Thank you James, thank you so much!” She cried from relief.
“It’s ok.” I said warmly before I laid her down in her bed.
“You should just stay up here and get some sleep. You’ve had a long week, and a very draining day.” I said, wiping the tears off her beautiful face.
“Thank you James.” She whispered with a small smile.
I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and she closed her eyes. I stood up and pushed the packaging for the rotor under his bed, put the rotor out of sight, and left Rachel to sleep.
I was sitting on the couch, drawing feverishly. I looked up at the sound of the front door opening and my parents stepping inside.
“Hi James, how was your day?” My mom asked.
“It was ok.” I said simply.
“Where’s Rachel?” My dad asked.
“She’s in bed. She’s had a really stressful week and was completely exhausted. I really don’t think you should disturb her, she’s sleeping really deeply.” I answered, returning to my sketchbook.
The hours flew by, with me drawing with the best detail and precision I could summon. The images in my mind were so clear and bold that the urge to let them out was like the urge to masturbate after a week’s reprieve and the discovery of a favorite new porn video.
Two hours before midnight, I finally put aside my pencil. It had been ground down to a mere few inches, my sharpener was so full of wood shavings that is was about to burst, and my hands were jet-black from smudged graphite. I pulled out the three pictures I had drawn, put them in my pocket, and went into the kitchen. My parents had gone out to a party with some friends and weren’t expected to be home until after midnight, so the whole house was silent. I turned on the sink and began scrubbing my hands furiously, trying to wash away the thick layers of black powder.
Upstairs, I could here movement in Rachel’s room. She had obviously woken up, most likely from hunger. Our parents had heeded my advice and left her to sleep, not even calling her down for dinner. Working quickly, I made a peanut butter sandwich and poured a tall glass of milk. I carried them upstairs and stood in front of Rachel’s bedroom door, having suddenly lost all momentum. Never in my life had I been so nervous. The moment I had shared with Rachel had sunk in and now I wasn’t sure how to confront her. I tapped the rim of the glass against the door.
“Rachel, it’s me.” I said with my voice low.
“Come in.” She replied softly.
Holding the sandwich and glass in one hand, I opened the door and stepped into her room. Rachel was lying in bed with a book in her hands. She hadn’t gotten dressed, but she was at least wearing a bra. With her eyes wide and a look of nervousness on her face, Rachel seemed to stop breathing as we stared at each other.
“Here, I thought you would be hungry.” I said calmly as I walked over and sat down on the bed. Rachel shifted when I sat down, but did not move away. She quickly smiled, but I could not tell if it was because of the food or if she was just glad I had broken the silence.
“Oh my god, thank you so much. I wanted to get something to eat but I really didn’t want to leave my room.” She said brightly.
The second the sandwich touched her hands, she dug into it as if she hadn’t eaten in days, biting into it faster than she could chew it. Halfway through, she finished chewing and then took a long drink from the glass of milk. She stopped drinking to inhale, having been eating so fast and not even breathing.
“Thank you so much James.” She chirped.
“No problem, I knew you would be hungry.” I hummed. Rachel averted my gaze.
“No, I mean… thank you… for what you did before. There are only a handful of men in the world who would do that for their sister.” She murmured. With a small smile, I reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of her face.
“Well not many men care about their sisters as much as I care about you.” I replied warmly. She looked into my eyes and smiled.
“So I imagine it was Ashley who got you that vibrator?” I teased. Rachel blushed and giggled.
“Yeah, she said that she would sell it to me if I paid for it and paid her to be the one to receive it. She knew how to order it without her parents noticing and I didn’t want anyone to know I had it.” She said with a guilty blush.
“I still can’t believe how much my baby sister has grown up.” I mused.
“Well I had a lot to learn. Ever since I became a teenager, it seems like all of my friends have been talking in a foreign language. They wouldn’t stop talking about all the things they would do with their boyfriends. I had to do a lot of surfing on the Internet to figure out just what those things meant.” She giggled. I couldn’t help but ask,
“You looked those things up on the Internet?”
“Yeah.” She said with sheepish nod.
“How’d you like it?” I asked.
“When I read about it, I was grossed out and confused. When I watched videos, I was grossed out and turned on.” She said with surprise.
“Ah yes, those porn sites can be very… informative.” I sighed.
“You watch them too?” She asked.
“I’m a teenage boy; I don’t watch them too. I watch them, it’s you who watches them too.” I joked, making Rachel laugh.
“Thank you again James, thank you so much.” She said again. I leaned forward and hugged her.
“Anytime.” I whispered in her ear.
Just as I was about to let go, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me back in, burying her face in my shoulder. I just smiled and held her. After several minutes, I slowly let go and leaned back, but we both kept our arms wrapped around each other. We were as still as statues, staring into each other’s eyes with our faces only a few inches apart.
I don’t know who it was that did it, but one of us leaned forward and kissed the other. My mind was instantly filled with fireworks from the feeling of her warm soft lips pressed against mine. Rachel pulled away after a few seconds.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have done that, why did I do that?! I’m so sorry James, I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed with her face in her hands. I could do nothing but smile.
“Rachel, I’m not angry with you.” I whispered. In my mind, something was telling me that everything in my life had fallen into place, and now was to time to ask.
“Here, I want to show you something…” I said as I reached into my pocket. Rachel lowered her hands as I pulled the three folded sketches from my pocket and handed them to her.
“When I draw, I draw what I find to be the most beautiful thing at the moment. But with these, they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen in my life.” I said as she slowly took the sketches and unfolded them.
She gave a trembling gasp, looking at the three of them. The first one was of her lying naked before me, the second was of her face when she had her orgasm, and the third was myself lying down and holding her while I worked my fingers inside of her.
“I always draw you, because you are the most beautiful thing in the world to me. I love you Rachel, not in the way a brother loves his sister, but the way a man loves the woman he wants to spend his life with. I love you Rachel, I love you with all of my heart.” I said softly.
Rachel looked down and tears began to fall from her eyes, pattering the sketches in her hands and smudging the graphite.
“Yesterday, I told you that there was something that I desperately wanted to say to someone. James, that someone was you, and I wanted to tell you that I love you. I wanted to tell you that I want to be with you, not as your sister, but as your lover.” She cooed.
I reached out and placed my hand on her soft cheek, and she clutched my wrist, holding onto it as if it was her lifeline. As mirror images, we both leaned forward and kissed. A warm rush traveled through my body as our lips touched over and over again. It had finally happened and it had happened perfectly; I had told Rachel how I felt about her, and she said she felt the same way about me. We could finally be together in the way I had always wanted.
I moved deeper into the bed and sat against the wall, with Rachel straddling my lap. She was breathing heavily as we kissed over and over again. After several minutes, she broke the connection and took several deep breaths. While her demeanor was calm, I could tell she was filled with unparalleled excitement. But unlike when she was just a little girl that would jump up and down and squeal when excited, this excitement was much more tempered. Her whole body seemed to be vibrating with arousal.
“Oh my god James, ever since I became a teenager, I’ve had so many strange feelings. This is still new to me, but I am so horny right now.” She purred. I smiled at the sound of the last six words.
“You really have grown up.” I mused.
With a warm smile, Rachel reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall down and expose her breasts. The perky mounds bounced with the slightest movement and her nipples were pointing out from arousal. With my mouth watering, I ran my tongue up her right breast. While there was no taste, just the feeling of her soft flesh against my tongue and the knowledge of the act were driving me wild.
Rachel’s head rolled back and she gave a soft moan as I wrapped my lips around her right nipple and sucked on it gently. As I traced her right breast with my tongue and lips, I squeezed and massaged her left, causing her moan to slightly rise in volume. I switched between her breasts over and over again, sucking on them with gusto, lapping every inch of surface area with my tongue, and massaging them with my hands.
Once I had satisfied that portion of my lust, I picked her up and laid her out across the bed. She looked up at me with a coy expression on her face. I suspended myself over and we kissed for several seconds. I soon broke the connection, and then kissed her several times on the cheek, forehead, and chin.
I slowly moved down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, all over her chest, and down her flat belly. I smiled when I reached Rachel’s panties, which were soaking wet from her pussy juice. I grabbed the waistband of her panties with my teeth and pulled them off her. As my face glided past her gate of paradise, I caught the sweet aroma of her juices. Savoring the smell, I pulled her panties down her smooth legs and finally removed them.
Rachel spread her legs and I crouched down, with my face just an inch from the puffy lips.
“James, please, I can’t wait any longer!” Rachel gasped, making me chuckle.
I reached out with my tongue and flicked it between the lips. Instantly, my rock-hard cock released a bit of pre-cum from the intense taste of Rachel’s pussy. I licked again and Rachel released whining hum. Now I was feeling confident. With one lunge, I buried my face in between my legs, forcing my tongue up inside her and basically open-mouth kissing her pussy.
Even though our parents were gone, Rachel was chewing on her pillow to stifle her moan, but with how I was basically gorging myself on her sweet cunt, that was barely working. The way I was both forcing my lips and tongue inside of her and also sucking on her pussy could easily be called “aggressive”. I pretty much had to hold my breath because my nose was completely buried in the top corner of the two lips.
“Oh my god James, I think I’m about to cum!” Rachel gasped, rolling her head from side to side and gripping the sides of her bed.
After only of few minutes of slurping and slobbering in her pussy like a dog trying to get the last glob of peanut butter in a discarded jar in the trash, I finally made Rachel’s body jerk as she had her second orgasm of the day. I could feel her pussy tightening and contracting around my lips and tongue and the taste of her juices was becoming much more concentrated. Finally, her smooth thighs clamped against the sides of my head and she released a shrill moan as she had a thunderous orgasm. After only a few seconds, Rachel became limp.
I stepped off the bed and undressed, then used my shirt to wipe off my face. By the time my pants were off, Rachel was looking at me with a coy yet tender hue in her eyes.
“James, I’m ready.” She murmured.
I climbed back onto the bed and again suspended myself over her.
“I you sure about this?” I asked.
“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.” She said with a kiss.
I kissed her back, wrapped my arm around her, and used my free hand to guide my manhood to her pussy. I pressed the head against the entrance, soaking the tip in Rachel’s juices and just savoring the feeling and realization. Rachel bit her lip from the prodding and took a deep breath as I slowly entered her.
The head of my cock was slowly pushed in, and I had to grunt from how tight it was. Even after all the attention it had gotten today, it was still like trying to force my dick into an empty balloon. Rachel was still a small girl, and her growing body was still tight and dense.
Slowly, centimeter-by-centimeter, I pushed my throbbing cock into my little sister’s tight virgin pussy. I was biting my lip from the tightness, but savoring the feeling of the hot wet lips hugging the head and shaft, and Rachel had her face buried in my neck and was moaning shrilly as I stretched her insides.
Finally, I reached the barrier that was her hymen. Just as I was about to ask for permission, Rachel put her hands on my cheeks and looked into my eyes.
“Take me James, I’m ready.” She cooed.
I replied with a smile and made that final shove, forcing my cock in all the way and rupturing her hymen. Rachel screamed from the sudden bolt of pain, and I waited for a couple seconds before continuing. I slowly pulled out of her, but left the head inside. The shaft of my dick was crimson from the blood of her hymen. I slowly pushed it back in and Rachel screamed again, but this time it was not as loud. I nearly pulled out, and then forced my erect member back in. Rachel’s response was now more of a moan than a scream and she seemed to be enjoying it.
Struggling to find a rhythm or sense of balance, I moved back and forth, driving my cock deep inside her. My only reference for example was porn videos, and they didn’t really spend much time in the missionary position. But it didn’t take me long to learn to better move my body, using only my hips to drive into Rachel so that my upper body remained stationary and we could kiss.
After about twenty thrusts, I became more confident. I leaned back, sitting on my heels and holding onto Rachel’s hips. I picked up speed, forcing my dick into her harder and faster. With this new enthusiasm, Rachel became more energetic as well. She was squeezing her breasts, rolling her head from side to side, arching her back, and giving deep moans. It didn’t take long for me to want to go further.
I wrapped my arms around Rachel and stood up. Rachel reached out and grabbed my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist in surprise. I turned and held her up against the wall, with her hands above her head, pinned under mine, while I had my arm around her waist.
I began driving upwards, using the new angle to strike untouched angles of Rachel’s pussy. I also used the bed as an advantage, using its bounciness to pull out almost all the way and then thrust back in with even more strength than before, pummeling Rachel’s cunt. Rachel had stopped moaning and we were now just panting in each other’s faces. After a few minutes, I finally spoke.
“Rachel, I’m about to cum.” I grunted, surprised that I hadn’t completely blown my load already.
“Me too baby.” She replied.
Moments later, I gave another grunt as I had one of the biggest orgasms in my life, shooting almost every last glob of semen up into my little sister. At the same time, her pussy was tightening and contracting around my dick, slathering it with her juices. Gasping for air, I slowly stumbled back onto the bed with Rachel in my arms.
“Hold on, we’re not done. You took care of me, so now I’ll take care of you.” Rachel said sweetly as she got up and moved down to the foot of the bed. She bent down and wrapped her fingers around my quickly deflating cock, stroking it back up to its full size.
“I saw this in those sex videos, I just hope I can do it right.” She said nervously.
Crouching down, she dragged her tongue up the shaft of my cock, sending a shiver up my spine. She licked again, this time bringing her tongue up to the head. As she ran her tongue around the head, I struggled to not jerk with each ecstatic flick. She then pressed her tongue into the slit at the top of my cock and I grunted while biting my lip.
“Am I doing it right?” She asked nervously.
“Trust me honey, you’re doing it perfectly.” I said with a loud exhale.
Rachel smiled and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking on it like a Popsicle. Inch by inch, she slowly took the whole thing in her mouth. I was breathing heavily as she massaged my cock with her soft tongue and cheeks, slathering it with her saliva.
“Rachel, I’m about to shoot my load.” I grunted after only a minute.
At my words, Rachel picked up speed, sucking on my cock even faster. Her head bobbed up and down like an engine piston as she tried to draw out that last glob of semen. I quickly reached out and pushed down Rachel’s head as I gave a loud grunt, firing one great glob of sperm into her mouth.
I took my hand off Rachel’s head and she quickly took my placid cock out of her mouth. She jumped off the bed and began licking the roof of her mouth with a look of disgust on her face.
“Yuck, that tastes horrible! I don’t know how those women can do it!” She said with a gag.
She rushed over to the half-eaten sandwich and glass of milk I brought up and began eating feverishly, trying to get the taste of sperm out of her mouth. Once she had eaten the sandwich, she gargled with a mouthful of milk, spat it out the window, and then drank the rest.
With her mouth free of sperm, Rachel smiled hopped into the bed, curling up next to me.
“I love you James.” She purred, stretching her arm across my chest.
“I love you too.” I replied, kissing her on the forehead.
“Do you think you could sleep in here tonight?” She asked with a hopeful smile.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. When mom and dad come back, they’ll either check on you now or check on you in the morning, and I don’t think it would be wise for me to be here and for the two of us to be naked.” I chuckled. Rachel’s eyes gained a saw hue. With a small smile on my face, I lifted her chin and gave her a kiss on the lips.
“Don’t worry, this won’t be our last time. We have the rest of our lives to spend together.” I said warmly. Rachel kissed me back and we held that embrace for several seconds.
“I love you.” We both said softly after we ended the kiss.