Michael Smith - Siblings

I turned the knob and walked into the nearly dark room. Alex was waiting across the room, but I was struck for a moment by how neat and tidy the place was. No dirty laundry, bed newly made, closet door shut. She had swept and dusted, too. This really WAS a special occasion. The lights were off and the window shade was drawn, but a soft illumination was provided by a dozen candles set at intervals around the room.

Alex stood by her dresser wearing a blue velveteen mini, dark blue hose, and a pair of shiny black patent high heels that must have been borrowed. She had beautiful legs in any outfit, but tonight the effect was stunning. A gold-orange satin scoop-necked blouse provided an electric contrast to her long, deep-red hair. She wore no jewelry – the colors did the work very nicely. And she certainly looked older than just-turned-fifteen! I stood just inside her door, rooted to the spot in amazement, tinged with awe. I had never seen my sister looking more beautiful or more desirable. My face must have shown my reaction clearly because she blushed and looked very pleased. Then she almost giggled but managed to control herself.

She reached over to her dresser and switched on a Wollensak tape recorder I hadn't noticed (also undoubtedly borrowed), and began walking across the room, swaying her hips gracefully and provocatively. The music was for slow-dancing and we slipped into each other's arms and moved around the small, empty center of the room in no particular pattern or step.

Rather than going into a clinch as we usually did during a slow number, we found ourselves examining each other's faces minutely. Alex seldom wore much makeup except lipstick; she simply didn't need it. Tonight, the lipstick was absent; she knew it wasn't much good for serious kissing. Her lips were covered only by a thin sheen of gloss which made her mouth appear moist and inviting.

Her eyes had gotten much more attention, however. The shadowing was faint but effective, making her brilliant green eyes appear even larger and more magnetic. The effect was that I felt myself falling in love with her all over again, as if I had just met her at a school dance. She was looking at me a little differently, too, and I was glad I had shaved after supper (though I'd had to search diligently for stubble).

After a few minutes, she sighed in contentment and slipped her arms possessively around my neck. Her soft cheek brushed mine and she whispered "I love you" close to my ear. I scattered slow kisses down her cheek and along her jawline and she purred and shivered a little.

I popped open the little pearl buttons down the back of her blouse one at a time as we continued to move in our unhurried dance. She wore no bra and when the blouse fell open I smoothed my hands over her soft, sleek skin, enjoying the shifting of muscles under my fingers. She stepped back almost bashfully and let the blouse slide off her arms. As I covered her breasts with my open hands, she unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. Both garments were tossed in a chair in the corner and we went back to dancing, pressed breast to breast, four hands caressing two bodies.

Alex took the initiative next, unhooking my slacks and sliding down the zipper down far enough to allow them to fall to the floor. I pushed down my briefs, stepped out of my loafers, and kicked the whole mass to one side. We embraced and our hands continued to move over each other, as if exploring for the first time.

Alex reached down and squeezed my penis, stretching it upward between us. Because she was still wearing her heels, I was able to reach around, push up her skirt, and grip her ass, one cheek in each hand. I think both of us wanted badly to simply throw ourselves on the bed, but we had tacitly agreed to spend a little time tormenting ourselves. Foreplay with a vengeance.

Alex stepped away, turned her back to me, and pushed her mini and her hose slowly to the floor, swinging her bottom as she did so. She stepped out of her heels one at a time, to get rid of the hose, and then put them back on. She turned back to face me, a beautiful, naked girl in heat and heels. I was barely able to breath.

She paced the few steps back to me with smoke drifting out of her eyes. I unconsciously backed up to the bed. "I'm not going to suck you this time and you're not going to eat me," she said in a low, intense voice. "We've had nothing BUT foreplay. Tonight, we're going to fuck!" Her crooked smile seemed very determined.

She pushed me relentlessly onto my back on the bed and crawled sinuously on top of me. My cock was erect and straining and she rubbed her pubic mound against it as she covered my body with hers. She nudged the inside of my calves with her feet and I spread my legs wide and straight. She followed exactly, keeping her legs balanced atop mine.

Then she stretched my arms out to the sides and again followed my movement, laying her palms flat against mine, fingers spread. Her loose hair fell around my face as she touched the tip of her nose to mine and began licking my lips with her tongue. I thought we must look like wrestling starfish, with the curvy one pinning the larger one. I knew I could slip my cock into her pussy easily in this position, but Alex apparently had her own program and kept the instrument trapped between us. She moved against me as we kissed deeply – just an inch or so in different directions, but the experience of*really* full body contact was extraordinarily sensual.

Finally, with Alex's prompting, we brought our limbs back together and intertwined our legs and held each other very tightly. Then we rolled over, assuming the classic missionary position. Alex was flushed now -so was I – and I felt the moisture in her crotch filtering through her pubic hair. She raised her knees and spread her legs.

Taking my head in her hands, she began kissing my eyes, my chin, my mouth, and whispering over and over, "Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…" She was so aroused in anticipation, her whole body was trembling seismically.

I stroked my cock against her cleft, bringing little gasping noises from her as it passed over her clit like a violin bow. Then I eased it into her a little at a time, savoring the pauses. It was as if all my nerve endings were concentrated in my cock, which felt a foot long and six inches thick. Finally, I was all the way into her and my backbrain wanted to climb in behind it. This was where both of us had wanted to be for months, and now we were here and we almost couldn't believe it.

As I began stroking slowly in and out (I was determined not to come too soon), Alex wrapped her legs high on my back and curled her pelvis hard against me. She wanted me to fill her up completely and I tried hard to comply. Her eyes fluttered open and shut and she made rhythmic moaning sounds in the back of her throat.

My sister's leg-lock was so persistent, I found I could barely move. I pushed her long legs up over my shoulders, with her ankles against my ears, and took a more vertical position, like I was drilling a well. I plunged into her at an increased pace, pulling out almost completely each time so as to make the longest possible strokes. Each time I felt an orgasm beginning to build, I slowed my pace to prolong the action. But it still wasn't enough – as if anything*could* be enough. But I wanted all of this fantastic girl, and she wanted to give all of herself to me.

She spread her legs as far apart as she could, hands behind her knees. As I continued to screw myself into her, I pressed her legs as flat against the bed as I could, trying to increase the friction against her clit. She made a little mew of discomfort, and I sure didn't want to hurt her in any way. I was breathing too hard to talk, but I raised my eyebrows in a question.

She gasped a reply. "No – it's okay – harder – harder and deeper -oh, God – it feels so good – I can't stand it."