Best friends sister

B

After a long year, finally having a holiday is exciting. I head over to my best friend’s house. It’s a little earlier in the morning than he might like, especially during the holidays, but the weather’s too good not go to for a swim. I get to his house and ring the doorbell. I know he told me his parents are away, so hopefully, he’s up, and actually answers.

Even just before 9 am, it’s already starting to get hot, and I’m very keen to get in the water. Several seconds pass, and there’s no response, so I ring the doorbell again. I see a shadow approach the door; it’s shorter than I was expecting. As the door swings open, I see her. His little sister.

She looks like she’s just got out of bed. She’s wearing a white spaghetti top, with a small red pattern, and a short navy blue skirt, barely covering her skinny legs. He hasn’t really talked much about her. The first time he told me about her, she had just come back home after turning 18. He didn’t seem to want to talk about it, so I didn’t ask.

“Hey, can I help you?” she asks in a sweet tone.

I pause slightly, taking her in. I have to admit she’s absolutely gorgeous. Her medium-length blonde hair falls naturally onto her chest, in direct contrast with her porcelain complexion, and her dark eyebrows. Her lips are full, and she’s got a couple of piercings. She’s not wearing any makeup, other than some mascara, which really accents her deep green eyes.

“I’m here to see Mark,” I say flippantly. “You must be his sister.”

“Anna,” she says, as she smiles a little bit. “He did say someone might be popping by.”

A few seconds pass by in silence, as we just look at each other. I must be almost a foot taller than her. I have a wide frame and have been hitting the gym for the last 6 months. As I look down to meet her eyes, I can see she’s taking me in, but I try and play it off.

“So…you going to let me in,” I say trying to get her to stop ogling me.

“Of course” she replies back flatly. “Mark is still asleep. He had a big night last night.”

“Sounds like him,” I say knowingly. “We’ll have to wake him up then.”

She opens the door, just enough for me to get through. As I enter, she accidentally brushes into me.

“Oh sorry,” she says. “I’m still waking up.”

“It’s not a big deal,” I say, not really thinking much of it.

As she closes the door, she says “we’ll just have to go upstairs to his bedroom.”

“I know. I have been here before” I say slightly too condescendingly.

“Jeez, I am just waking up” she retorts.

“Oh, I couldn’t tell” I reply, doubling down.

She rolls her eyes at me, and then smirks “his room’s this way.”

When she walks away from me, I find it extremely hard to not get lost in her hips, ass, and legs. As she starts climbing the first stairs, her tiny little skirt bounces against her ass. She’s not wearing any underwear. Her ass is just as pale as her face. God, I bet she can feel my eyes on her. She’s my best friend’s sister I’ve got to look away.

I start climbing the stairs too. Their house is the largest on the street, with high ceilings, and the staircase ascends quite sharply. I look up again, and her bare ass is on display. I slow down my pace, trying to control where I’m looking but it’s no use. I’m several steps behind her now, and I’m sure she can feel the heat of my eyes taking in her tight little ass. As she gets ahead, I can see the outline of her tight little pussy. Her little pink folds, picturesque between her pale cheeks. I bite my lip, and close my eyes briefly, as the image of her spread for me races through my mind. I bet she tastes amazing, her little pussy ripe before her morning shower, all mine to enjoy her sweet nectar. My body’s responding to her, much faster than I thought it might. I feel a little guilty, she’s my best friend’s sister. I can’t think like this right now.

As we get to the top of the stairs, she waits and looks back at me. She gives me a satisfied look.

“You know the way from here, don’t you” she smirks at me.

I pause for a second. She probably just looked at me like that because I was smug before. There’s no way she knows just how much of her I’ve seen. That would mean she wanted me to see it.

She doesn’t even wait for a response. “I’ll catch you later,” she says, as she puts her hand on my arm, and smirks to herself, and then walks off.

Her room’s just before Mark’s. She walks ahead of me. I can properly feel the bulge in my pants now, and I’m not sure I want to walk in case she looks back again. I try and adjust myself, but my cock just hardens further. It’s been far too long since I’ve had a release, and my cock is throbbing now because of her. I watch her as she walks off, entering her room which is just next to Mark’s.

I wait for a few minutes, trying my best to get my cock to stop misbehaving, and just lose this boner. The image of her is etched into my mind, and I’m really not able to stop my desire from showing. Waking up Mark with an erection would raise way too many weird questions. I wait and just enjoy the view from the second floor. Seeing the beautiful jacaranda trees that soften the skyline towards the city, but I can’t think about anything else than his sister’s gorgeous little pussy.

I know it’s futile, so I just decide to knock on his bedroom door and hopefully, things should chill out by then. Approaching his room, I see his sister has left her door open, but I do my best not to look in. I knock loudly. Mark’s a deep sleeper, and it’s going to require an effort to wake him up.

The first few times I bang on his door, don’t really do much. But after yelling his name a couple of times he finally wakes from his slumber.

“Shut up,” he says. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“I told you I’d be here, you lazy fuck” I respond. One of the perks of being best friends is that basically, anything goes.

“Shut it dickhead” he retorts. “You can go and have a swim and I’ll join you at a reasonable hour.

Although I’m a bit disgruntled he doesn’t want to keep his word, it’s not worth the risk of opening his door. He could be in any state. I walk back towards the stairs, again trying my best not to look into his sister’s room. She can’t know what’s been running through my mind.

As I get down the stairs and wander outside, I realize just what a great day it is. The weather is perfect for soaking in the sun and chilling around the pool. If only Mark wasn’t so lazy.

The warmth of the sun on my skin feels amazing. Their pool is just the right temperature, and I can see myself swimming all morning. I grab the sunscreen and take off my shirt. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realize I’m in the best shape of my life. I start spreading the sun lotion all over my arms, pecs, abs, and back. Trying my best not to miss any of my upper body. I apply it to my face and neck as well, and then enter the shallow side of the pool.

The chlorinated water comes up to my waist. It’s so refreshing. As I revel in using my best friend’s pool, I look up. There’s his sister. In a tight bikini, walking toward the pool.

Her bikini is light pink, barely covering her. As I stand in the pool, my eye line is at the same height as her hips. Without even thinking I’m staring at her, seeing the tight fabric against her, her little folds creating a gorgeous outline. Somehow seeing her more covered up, makes me go crazy. I can’t believe how much I want my best friend’s little sister.

I scan up and see just how tight her body is. Her flat stomach, completely juxtaposed with her ample tits. I almost wouldn’t have believed they were real. They’re so perky and perfectly shaped. Hard to believe that this is real, even if she is just 18.

She approaches and notices the sunscreen all over my torso. “Hey do you mind doing mine as well?” she asks in a cutesy tone.

I’m already wet, and in the pool. But she does need help not getting burnt.

I get up, and barely dry myself off, letting the water drip down my body.

“Where do you need help with?” I ask.

“Mainly my back,” she says, whilst smiling again. “I really appreciate your help”

Getting behind her, her hair looks so soft, and she smells absolutely amazing. As she brushes her hair to the side, exposing her back, some of it softly runs against my skin. I grab the sun lotion, and almost fill one of my hands, having to squirt the bottle several times, as it’s almost empty.

I rub my hands together, and then onto her back. Her skin is so soft underneath my hands, and I can feel her breathing, her chest naturally expanding in and out. A few of the tiny blonde hairs on her back glint in the sunshine, as I make sure I massage the sunscreen into her back. I’m feeling so much tension inside of myself, and I know it might be coming through my hands but I can’t help it.

She undoes her bikini top, as I make my way lower. I make sure I don’t miss any of her, as my hands explore her back, covering her with a good layer of sunscreen.

“I always miss the sides of my body,” she says. “Do you mind helping me?”

I just nod as I grab some more sunscreen. She lifts her arms forward, and her bikini top almost comes off. She reflexively covers her chest with her hands, whilst still keeping her arms raised. She just grabbed her bikini top in time, keeping herself covered.

Moving slowly up and down the side of her torso, my hands can’t resist pressing a little harder against her. As I get higher, I don’t want to miss a spot. As my hands run over her, it seems like she’s closing her eyes and smiling to herself. Is she enjoying this? Surely not. I’m just putting sunscreen on her. Not wanting her to get burnt, I rub it all over her, even covering a bit of her side boob. She exhales a little harder as I touch her there. I don’t want to take my hands off her. I can’t help but think maybe she’s enjoying this too. She’s so soft and the very small part of the side boob felt even nicer than I could have imagined.

“Thank you,” she says, as I finish up. “I’m just going to lay down and let this soak in.”

She lays face down, still not tying her bikini top up, as she puts her headphones in and listens to music. I see her boobs get accentuated under as she lays down whilst she closes her eyes and takes in the sun. Her legs are together, and her light pink bikini bottom is riding right up her ass. The outline of her little pussy lips is so clear, and as I look there’s a small, wet patch in her underwear. This makes my mind drift further, as I feel my cock throb yet again.

I start to wonder if she knows the effect she has on me. And if she’s feeling anything too. Surely she isn’t feeling the same way I am. It would be so wrong.

I jump into the cool water, allowing it to wash over me. All this tension is bubbling up inside of me, and I know I need to release it very soon. I just enjoy the pool, doing a few laps to release some energy.

After a bit of time, I notice she turns onto her back. She didn’t really apply much sunscreen to her front, but she seems content just as she is. She relaxes a bit more and lets her arms drift by her side. As she moves a little bit, her bikini starts slipping, ever so slightly. She’s still fully covered, but the bikini top is riding down her boobs, showing off her perky round breasts. The fabric is moving against her, and I can see her nipples getting hard.

As I snap back to reality, I realize I’ve been looking at her for a while now. Hopefully, she hasn’t noticed. Just as I try and regain my composure, I hear something.

“Hey!” It’s Mark. “What are you doing in there?” he yells and then pauses.

Oh fuck. He’s just seen me checking out his almost naked sister. What’s he going to think.

“Get ready to get wet” he yells, as he runs up and jumps into the pool, the water crashing and forming several waves, just missing me with his neigh on belly flop.

Without thinking I splash him vigorously, getting him back for covering me with water. Not amused, his sister leaves shortly, and I do my best not to look at her as she heads back inside. Mark can’t know the effect she has on me.

I hang with Mark in the pool for a long time. It’s fun just shooting the shit, and catching up. Hearing about his Christmas, and solidifying our plans for NYE. It’s great to be able to spend time with my best friend, and I feel very fortunate, as we have a ridiculous NYE planned.

After staying in the pool for ages, and hearing about the extravagant presents Mark got this year, I’m starving. Mark says he’ll go out and grab some food for us, and he’ll be back shortly. I thank him for being a good friend and head up to the upstairs bathroom to rinse off.

Once I’m upstairs, I head into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I piss in the toilet and then go to wash my hands in the sink. Inconveniently, his sister has left her light pink bikini bottoms hanging on the sink. I don’t want to get them wet, in case she comes back in to grab them shortly. So I pick them up to move them, to make sure nothing awry happens. As I pick them up, my cock hardens and starts throbbing, having a mind of its own. They’re completely dry, except for one little spot. She didn’t go swimming, so my mind starts racing with eager curiosity. Even though I’ve been looking at her this morning, this feels like another step entirely. I can feel my cock throb against my bathers as I think to myself. She’s the one that left them there. I won’t know what’s really on them unless I find out. Even as I try to think about it, my body just decides for itself.

My hand raises her panties to my face. Her underwear smells so sweet. Her juices were all over this little spot of her bikini. My cock moves against my bathers, as I let it free, and reflexively start stroking myself. All of the images of her from today start rushing through my head. I know I’m not meant to do this, but as I start slowly stroking myself, I also know I can’t stop. The thoughts that race through my head are too vivid, my entire body wants her all to myself.

Just as I start to pick up the pace, there’s a strong knock on the door.

“Hey, I left something in there. I just need to grab it.” It’s Mark’s sister. Fuck.

There’s no lock on the bathroom door, and I can see the handle move before I get a chance to say anything. I quickly drop her panties back onto the sink, and take my hand off my throbbing cock, sheepishly looking at her as I feel extremely guilty about all the thoughts I was having. How am I going to play this off?

As she walks in she’s still wearing her bikini top, but with tight grey cotton booty shorts, which hug her hips tightly. They’re really tight against her, and I realize she’s not wearing any underwear as again I can properly see the outline of her little folds. This time so up close, that I have to admit that she would definitely have a pretty little pussy.

“I’m in here,” I say, doing my best to look her in the eyes. Even though I try not to, I can feel my cock go to full mast, as having her in front of me makes me almost lose control.

“What the fuck” she says and then pauses. “What the fuck are you doing.”

This is my best friend’s sister. How can I tell her, what I’m thinking? What I’ve been thinking all morning.

“I was just about to hop in the shower,” I say. I think about pulling my pants back up, but she’s already seen me, I don’t think that would change much.

“Sure you were. Having some alone time, huh?” She says in an annoyed tone. “I have to use this bathroom too.”

“You could have knocked,” I said, even though I didn’t sound too convincing.

She looks at her bikini bottoms on the sink and gestures toward them. As she does, I can feel my cheeks go red. Oh fuck.

“Were you playing with my panties, you fucking perv?” she demands angrily.

Maybe she didn’t mean to leave them there. I must have been misreading her all day.

“No,” I say as authoritatively as I can. “I just have a boner, it’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” she says raising her voice. I wonder if Mark’s home yet, and really hope he isn’t. “Not a big deal? I’m your best friend’s little sister. Why are you showing me your hard cock?”

I realize I’ve got to get out of this, asap. “I’m not. You barged in here, whilst I was using the bathroom. That’s on you” I say my tone getting more stern.

“Bullshit. You were sniffing my panties and playing with yourself” she says as she points to my throbbing cock. “You’re a filthy perv.”

“You entered full well knowing I could be in here. This is your fault.” I say back unflinching.

“Whatever. You’re gross” she says as she grabs her bikini bottoms and heads out in a huff.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What am I going to say to Mark? What is she going to say to him? I have to tell him first and clear the air.

I jump in the shower, I want to relax by letting the warm water cover me. My cock is absolutely throbbing, and even in this embarrassment, all I can think about is my best friend’s sister. As I soap myself up, I decide not to let myself get lost in all these thoughts. I need to be a good friend to Mark.

After rinsing off, I get changed into my spare clothes and leave my bag in Mark’s room. Just as I walk downstairs Mark comes back. What’s worse is his sister’s in the kitchen. She’s changed and is wearing a loose-fitting top and some less revealing jean shorts. They’re still pretty short, but it’s weird that’s she changed again.

Mark’s brought lunch from that gourmet place he likes. She’s got something vegetarian, and Mark and I have separate meals, and they look delicious. As I realize we’re all going to sit down to have lunch, I’m dreading what could be said. I and Mark sit down across from each other, as his sister stays in the kitchen.

“Hope you guys weren’t too bored without me,” Mark says slightly cheekily.

“Didn’t even realize you were out” his sister replies nonchalantly.

He looks at me. “Did you stay in the pool much longer?”

“Yeah a little, but then just went to have a quick shower,” I say factually. I notice his sister smirk to herself, and then sit in between us. What is she playing at? Is she going to say anything?

Lunch continues as normal, and I try to act as comfortably as possible. A few minutes into it, Mark asks me “did you catch the game yesterday?”

Just as he asks me that, I feel a leg against mine. It’s very smooth and soft. Instantly I realize it’s his sister, brushing up against me. She moves shortly after, so I try not to think about it.

We keep eating and just talking about yesterday’s game. Although, I can’t really think much about it. As we all finish up, Mark takes our plates to wash them up. He heads to the kitchen sink and runs the hot water. He seems pretty happy, just looking down at the dishes, thinking to himself as he washes up.

I hear a whisper, as I realize Mark’s barely out of earshot. “So, you’re not going to tell him what happened?” Her facial expression seems pretty normal, but I really hope Mark didn’t just hear that.

“What do you mean?” I whisper back, still hoping Mark can’t hear anything. He hasn’t looked our way, so I really hope he can’t hear this.

“You know” she whispers a little louder.

I look at her indignantly. How can she enjoy being like this? She’s a lot more trouble than even I thought she could be.

“Nothing happened” I whisper back.

“Oh really,” she says, this time deliberately talking in a loud voice.

Mark looks over. “What was that?” he asks.

“I was just telling her about how football works,” I say. It’s a lame excuse, but hopefully, Mark thinks we’re just talking about the game.

“Good luck” he responds. “She couldn’t be less interested in that.”

“I’m really not,” she says as she gets up. “Thanks for lunch Mark, I’m just going to head upstairs.”

I’m relieved that nothing happened, but as I go back into my body, I realize I’m slightly hard too. Part of me, a large part of me it seems, finds it really hot that she’s my best friend’s sister. That I’m not allowed to do anything. She keeps giving me mixed signals too, which for some reason is driving me crazy.

As Mark finishes up, we head into the downstairs lounge to play Fifa 21 on his new PS5. I get a lot out of being Mark’s friend. His best friend.

We play a few games, and as usual, Mark starts getting vocal. I take it a little easy, as I warm into it, but as the first game progresses, it’s very clear I’m in control. He knows this, but still wants to play every time. Relishing his rare wins.

By the end of the second game, he’s full-on yelling at the TV. He seems to think it’s the referee’s fault he’s losing. Or maybe the rigged VAR system. Either way, in the kerfuffle, I realize I’ve left my phone upstairs in my bag. He’s adamant that he wants another game. He’s going to win this time, or so he says. He starts choosing his team for the next match, as I head upstairs to go grab my phone.

Before I walk into his room to grab my phone, I can hear something behind Mark’s sister’s door. As I get closer I realize what it is. She’s moaning, quite softly, but it’s just audible outside her room. I can hear her moans becoming more intense and her breathing getting deeper. I know I’m not meant to hear this, she probably thought she had some time, once she heard all the yelling in the last couple of games.

I exhale, trying to release the tension, but I can’t help but think about what she could be doing. About what she would look like right now. After allowing my mind to wander for a split second, I head into Mark’s room to grab my phone. Without thinking, I accidentally close the doorway harder than I was intending. I quickly find my bag and grab my phone from the bag’s hidden pocket.

I scroll through some messages briefly, and then open the door to head downstairs. As I do, I realize Mark’s sister’s door is open. I wasn’t expecting that, so I look over without thinking. Fuck. There she is. Sitting on the floor, perched against her bed, with her feet close to her ass. She’s still wearing the oversized shirt, and it’s covering most of her, but her hand is still playing with her little pussy lips, as she looks up at me daring me with her eyes.

Fuck. I wasn’t wrong. She has been teasing me all day.

I’m frozen. Feet completely stuck to the floor, as she keeps touching herself, and moaning softly. I know this won’t be carrying downstairs, especially as the TV’s so loud with Mark setting up the next game.

She looks at me and then smirks to herself. Her right hand is lost in a rhythm, circling her clit and playing with her little pussy. I can see glimpses of her bare skin, as her shirt naturally moves up and down in time with her hand. Her eyes roll back in her head, as she looks up at me again. She’s so sultry, and she opens her mouth just slightly, her tongue moving slowly around her full lips before she softly bites the corner of her lips.

Her hips are gyrating subtly under her own touch, as she brings her other hand up to her mouth, and starts sucking on her index finger slowly. She takes just the tip of her finger at first, progressively taking more and more as she starts to lift in intensity. Her whole body is moving in time with her hand, as I can see she’s starting to approach what she so obviously needs.

I just swallow as strongly as I can, resisting every urge in my body, to make a move. I can’t do this, even as she sits across from me now, a picturesque image of a sultry, gorgeous young woman. To experience her, in this brief window of time wouldn’t do her justice, even if my cock thinks otherwise. My underwear’s practically covered in precum, as I touch myself over my clothes.

Her eyes widen as she sees me join in, as she picks up the pace. She’s quickly rolling towards getting her release, as she becomes flushed. She takes her spit-covered hand out of her mouth and starts playing with her tits over her shirt. Her nipples are already hard, and as the spit covers her shirt, I can see the delicate pink of her hard nipples poke through her shirt, as I can make out just a part of her pretty little areolas.

My cock is absolutely bulging out of my pants now, and I know that I won’t be able to hold on for much longer. She closes her eyes for just a second, as I see her hips buck, and push into her hand, as her whole body trembles, and she climaxes completely, letting out a loud moan. I almost burst in my pants at the sight of her reaching such an intense orgasm. She puts her hand into herself, covering a finger in her sweet juices, as she looks up at me and sucks it clean ever so slowly.

I drift back to thinking about seeing her wet little panties in the bathroom earlier. Was this her plan all along? At this stage, my cock just wants to take her, but I can’t. Mark can’t know anything about this. He hasn’t called out yet, but I know he’ll get suspicious if I stay up here too long. I look at her and smirk a little and then exhale deeply. I walk away wordlessly and go to the bathroom to splash cold water over my face.

As I head downstairs, Mark sees my face is a little damp but is otherwise none the wiser. “Couldn’t handle the heat?” he says trying to rip me. “Guess you’re not up for another game.”

“Nah, I’ve got you. Just thought I’d give you some time to prepare” I say joking back.

The next game, I can’t help but just let loose. I usually hold back just a little against him, but I can’t contain myself. By the end of the first half, it’s 4-0 and Mark is furious.

“Fuck you,” he says as I score again early in the second half. I realize that I’m not holding back, and don’t want to make him feel bad, so I ease up a little, but even then I will probably still score another couple of times. It’s getting pretty tense, and we’re not really speaking.

As the game is almost drawing to a close, his sister comes and sits on the couch opposite us. She’s changed again, this time into a tight white crop top and shorts that frankly no guy could get away with. I’m not sure if Mark has noticed her several outfit changes, or if she just does this most days.

Just before the game finishes, she makes her first comment. “He taking you for a ride, hey Mark?” she says deliberately insulting her brother.

“Nah, the game’s just fucked. Fuck this” he says, unable to hide his rage.

It’s clear he wants to mix it up a bit. “Drinks?” he says. His monosyllabic utterances, commonplace after a significant loss.

“Sure,” I say, as he gets up to grab some beers.

“Want one Anna?” he asks, obviously thinking she’ll say no.

“It’s a bit earlier than I’d usually start drinking, but sure,” she says cutely.

She looks at me cutely. It’s a different vibe than before. She seems happy to be around me.

As we settle into the first drink, I decide to test the waters a little bit. “You look pretty relaxed now Anna.”

She looks at me, not really changing her vibe. “Yeah, it’s been a funny day,” she says, emphasizing the word fun.

Oops. I realize she’s ok playing with fire, and don’t want to push it further.

“So, how was last night?” I ask Mark. From what his sister said, he had a big night, and he usually has some interesting stories.

“Oh, you know. Just the usual” he replies casually. “Had a date with this girl, but I don’t know. She’s not really my type.”

“You left early then?” I said cheekily, knowing he stayed out late.

“I was going to,” he said, before a decent pause. I don’t know if he wants to go into detail in front of his sister. But after a couple of seconds, he said “but I was already out and decided not to waste the night.”

I didn’t really have to ask anymore. His history with women told me all I needed to know. But then his sister jumped in, obviously trying to make him a little embarrassed. “Yeah. You didn’t get much sleep, did you Mark.”

“Shut it you,” he said, clearly annoyed to be talked to like that by his little sister.

She just smiled. “You brought her here. She’s fair game” she said back confidently.

He looks down, not really sure what to say. “Ok, I had a girl over last night” he admits, as if somehow I didn’t catch on before.

“Making the most of having your parents gone, hey,” I said slightly amused.

“Haha, yeah,” he says obviously wanting to stop the conversation. His sister sees this and then laughs to herself a little bit.

I look at her, getting her to look up at me. “What?” I say as I turn and look at both of them a few times.

She looks like she’s about to say something but doesn’t. There’s a bit of tension in the air, and I’m not sure what’s about to be said.

“Well,” Mark says as if he’s about to reveal a big secret. “She wasn’t exactly the only one recently.”

I break out in laughter. I know this. This is Mark. Of course, she wasn’t the only one.

“I’ve been branching out a bit recently. Which is unusual for me” he says, as I realize he hasn’t exactly been completely honest with his sister.

“Oh, ok” I reply, trying to catch on. “Well, I guess it’s fine to do that for a little bit.” I think she buys it, but she also seems a little skeptical.

“C’mon Mark. Even I’ve heard the stories” his sister says, looking him dead in the eye. Seeing his little sister realize his wild past, and his reputation wasn’t easy for Mark. He gulped down two big sips and finished off his first beer.

“Who wants another one,” he said.

I follow suit, but his sister just sticks to her first drink. As Mark sits down, he looks at his sister. “So, what have you heard.” Candour is definitely one of his strong suits.

“Well, I don’t want to go into details. But I know you’ve had quite a wild past” she said.

“Doesn’t everyone? That’s just growing up” he says nonchalantly.

“Mark. Literally, everyone I know has a story about you” she says. I know she’s right, but I can tell Mark feels uncomfortable with his sister knowing this stuff about him.

I decide to jump in here and back him up. “Doesn’t everyone like a bit of fun?”

“Not her,” Mark says, gesturing to his sister. “She just keeps to herself, and is always well behaved.”

I have to do my best to not spit out my drink. Surely these two can be more honest with each other. She doesn’t seem anything like what he’s describing. They may be siblings, but they don’t seem to have a close relationship at all.

“Yeah, I’m good, but I have to hear all these women you bring home,” she says.

“That’s enough,” he says authoritatively. “It’s not my fault you’re boring. Loosen up once in a while, you might even like it.”

“I’m happy as I am, thank you very much,” she says. “Plus, you know, boys my age are just that. Boys. They might be adults, but I can’t stand them.”

“So, what? You just want some old dude?” he says, clearly ribbing her.

“Nah, just someone who’s a man. Someone who I can have a proper conversation with, who knows what he’s doing and will take care of me.”

“That’s fair,” he says. “Your friends are really annoying. Almost as annoying as you.”

“Fuck you,” she says, pulling the finger at him.

“What do you think about that?” he says to me.

“Sounds like she really put you in your place” I chuckle to myself.

“No, about what she said before,” he said, is more earnest.

“Ahh, well I don’t really want to weigh in,” I say, trying to buy time to think of a good response. “But, if I had to then I guess, whatever makes her happy. That’s what you’d want for her, right?” I say looking at him.

“Yeah of course,” he said matter of factly.

“And based on your track record,” I say, watching his face tense a little bit “it might be good that she is waiting. She might find someone that can take her as she is” I say without really thinking.

He looks at me quizzically.

“Like give her what she needs. What she said she’s looking for. Don’t think many guys would suit, based on what she said.”

“Yeah,” he says as he pauses and takes a drink. “She does have high standards, but wouldn’t you if you were her.”

As he says that, she blushes. “Awww,” she says, as she gets up to give him a hug. She brushes past me and bends over to give embrace him. As she does, I can’t help but take in how great she looks in those shorts which ride up her hips so perfectly. Her ass is perfectly round, and as she bends forward, I catch her shorts riding up it getting tighter against her. With a couple of drinks in me, I feel my cock harden, and adjust slightly in my seat, trying to cover it with my shirt and hands.

“I always knew you loved me,” she said to her brother.

“Shut up,” he said. “You know I’ve always thought you were too good for almost any guy.”

I start getting more turned on, as I realize maybe they are closer than they’re letting on. The atmosphere’s definitely changing, but I don’t really want to assume anything.

Even as she gets up, I notice his eyes don’t follow her, instead, he looks down. I don’t know what’s going through his mind, but she sure does look happy. For a moment I thought she was about to sit down in between us. She bends down slightly, but she seems to decide against it, touching my leg to keep her balance, as she walks back to the couch opposite us.

“So,” she says looking at me, “we’ve heard about Mark’s holidays. You got up to anything fun?”

“Well just the usual,” I say, trying to dodge the question.

Mark looks at her and shakes his head. She furrows her brow slightly, curious and a bit annoyed she can’t know what’s behind that.

“It’s not a big deal,” I say. “I broke up with my girlfriend recently.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Her body language really doesn’t match her words, as she looks slightly relieved and almost happy.

“It’s not that big of a deal. It’s been good actually.” I said, trying to sound positive.

“You made the right choice leaving her,” Mark said. “You can do way better.”

“Thanks, dude,” I say, as the room quietens for several seconds. “She was great, and really interesting, but wasn’t really good in the long run.”

“Interesting’s the right word,” Mark says.

“What do you mean” his sister jumps in, obviously very curious.

“I don’t want to get into this,” I say.

“C’mon I want to know,” she says.

“I don’t have a problem telling you, it’s just I don’t want to be judged for it,” I say back.

“I won’t judge you, I promise,” she says, looking hopeful I’ll tell her what’s on my mind. Mark seems a bit apprehensive but nods slightly. I realize some of this stuff must have come up in the stories she’s heard about him, or at least it will in the future.

“Well, I guess we just lived an alternative lifestyle,” I say.

She looks at me even curious.

“We’d go to parties, and meet people, and enjoy all we could,” I said. Mark looked down, just a little bit, and I realized he didn’t want me to mention anything about him.

“Oh, ok. That stuff is pretty normal now” she said, not really seeming surprised.

“Yeah, I get that. You get snippets in movies and books, but it’s not the same as the real thing. My girlfriend, ex, was already deep into it when I met her, and she slowly winded it down, wanting to focus on me as she realized she got more from me than everyone else combined.” I paused and took a sip of beer. “Over time we got into the lifestyle, and for a while, it was all I wanted. But, eventually, she was no longer enough for me.”

“No longer enough?” she asked inquisitively.

“Well, I gave her all she needed, but I started feeling like I needed something more from her. We made things more intense, and I hoped that would be enough, but it wasn’t. Don’t get me wrong, she was great, did whatever I asked, no matter how far we got into it, but she just wasn’t the one for me.”

“Well, I’m hesitant to ask this,” she said trailing off.

“Go for it” I replied.

“Is one person enough for you? Would you maybe need more than one person to feel fully satisfied” she asked genuinely.

I looked at her, a little shocked that she would have that insight. “Well, yeah. That’s what I’m figuring out now” I said. “I usually jump into relationships quite quickly, but this time I want to take my time. I feel like the right people will come into my life. I just have given it time.”

She smiled looking at me. “Good, it sounds like you’ve got it all figured out. Does anyone want another drink?” We both nod our heads, as she heads into the kitchen.

As she’s gone I turn to Mark. “So how was last night? Sounds like you had a great time.”

“Yeah, you know it was good to let loose a little,” he said. “But honestly it was a little weird.”

I raise my eyebrows a little to ask him what’s up.

“Well, she was great. But, I uh… you can’t say anything if I tell you this” he said nervously.

“Ok” I reply quite flatly.

“Well, the condom broke, and I had to grab a spare from the bathroom, and well when I got into the hall, my sister was there. She looked a little surprised that I saw her, but honestly, I was a bit unsure of what to make of it.”

“Oh, yeah that is different,” I say, as my thoughts start to race back to earlier today. Whilst her brother thinks she is innocent, from what I gathered about her today, she could definitely have been there on purpose. Even that I found it kind of hot, if I’m being honest, but I could also see how it would weird him out a bit. “I wouldn’t really think much of it” I said as reassuringly as I could.

“Yeah, I guess. It just must be hard for her, if I’m meeting all these people and she’s not putting herself out there.”

The conversation quickly trails off as she reenters the room with our drinks.

“What are you guys talking about?” she asks, as we become quickly quiet.

“You,” I say honestly. I can see Mark tense up.

“What about me,” she asks.

“Well, Mark was just saying how great he thinks you are,” I say part truthfully.

“Aww thanks, big bro,” she says to him, putting her hand on his arm as she gives him his drink. “You guys have left me all alone on that other couch.”

“You’re welcome to join us,” Mark says to her comfortingly.

Thinking she’s going to sit between us, I move over slightly. But instead, she goes down to sit on Mark’s lap, the skin of their legs touching, as she lowers herself onto his lap. He puts his hand on her shoulder, and it seems very brotherly. But after a few seconds, he seems to want her off. He basically pushes her off himself, as he eagerly stands up and starts walking out of the room.

“I’ve, uh, got to head to the bathroom,” he says a little tensely. As he walks away, I catch a glimpse of something forming in his shorts. I don’t think much of it, that’s his sister. She has an effect on me, but he wouldn’t feel that. Mark is known for being really into sex, some people going as far to label him a sex addict, but surely he has a line that he doesn’t cross. Even him. He was hesitant to let his sister know about his past. He can be really wild. But this line must not be crossed.

As he leaves, his sister comes closer to me, our legs touching as she positions herself next to me. “Hey,” she says to me cutely.

I just smirk and look at her in the eyes.

“Well today’s been fun,” she says sweetly.

“Yeah, you’re a real tease,” I say to her, not wanting to waste our time alone.

“What do you mean? I’m good” she says playing innocent. “Just ask Mark.”

“Hmmm, you may have him buying your good girl act, but I saw you today.”

“I am good,” she said insistently. “It’s not like you were looking away.”

“Well, your bedroom door was open,” I say slightly condescendingly.

“Not then. I mean earlier. On the stairs. In the pool. In the bathroom. You like what you see” she said smugly.

“You were the one staring at my cock in the bathroom” I reply flatly.

“Well you were hard, after sniffing my panties,” she said her lips slightly pursed.

“Forbidden fruit is the sweetest,” I said unwaveringly.

“Oh, so you think I’m sweet,” she says in a flirty tone.

“Taste sweet,” I said, as Mark just enters the room.

“What tastes sweet?” Mark asks genuinely trying to join the conversation.

“This summer ale,” I say holding the beer close to me. “It’s been a great day, cheers to tonight.”

Mark joins us on the couch. His sister’s leg is still against mine, but there’s just a little bit of space between the two of them. Since coming back from the bathroom, his vibe has definitely changed. He seems preoccupied with his phone before he turns to face us. I’m not sure if his sister realizes what’s going on, but knowing Mark, I can tell what the glint in his eye means.

He turns to me. “So how have your holidays really been. Have you met anyone and had any fun?”

His sister perks up as he says that. I can tell she wants to know what’s going on in my personal life.

“Honestly,” I say, pausing to take a sip of my drink, “I’ve been mostly keeping to myself.”

“Mostly” Mark trails off.

“Yeah,” I say, trying not to divulge too much.

“I know what that means,” he says like a smartass. I see a pang of jealousy shoot through his sister. She tries her best to hide it, but even at the hint that I might have seen someone, she doesn’t seem happy. “Keeping quiet? And yet you asked me a million and one questions before.”

“I’m an open book, Mark, you know that,” I say reassuringly.

“Then give us a story,” he says grinning stupidly.

I look over at him, trying to see if he wants me to go there. He seemed reluctant before, but he’s pushing me now to say the things I didn’t think he was comfortable with.

“Well,” I said. “Someone got in touch with me, and asked me to join them and their husband.” I can see how wide-eyed his sister is now, as she is starting to realize the life that I live.

“And?” Mark says, probing further.

“And I joined them,” I said, as Mark chuckled to himself. “But, well, the husband didn’t really get to join in.”

“He was on the sidelines, then,” Mark said, barely able to contain himself.

“He was all tied up,” I said, smirking back. “At his request of course.”

I could feel the energy of his sister completely change. Her hand was on my leg, resting on the skin just below my shorts. She was so delicate. So innocent, in that moment. The young woman, so confident before, so willing to tease me and show herself off to me, had completely melted into me, her hand softly caressing my leg. Mark was enjoying my story too much to focus on what his sister was doing. The depravity I shared with him, had always been something he enjoyed.

“So, have you known this couple for a while” his sister sweetly asked, looking up at me.

“Someone passed their details on to me,” I said, not really thinking much of it.

“You like that kind of stuff then? The physical stuff that is” she said, slightly flustered. As the words slipped out of her mouth, it dawned on me how young she really is. She may be an adult, but right now to me, she was just my best friend’s younger sibling. Talking to me as if I hold some elusive secret, something only bestowed by the passing of time, of experience beyond her years.

“Yeah, the physical part is great. But I love getting lost in someone, in people. In whatever situation takes my fancy that night. There’s something about the intimacy shared, as you find the rhythm with each new person, feeling the electricity and chemistry. Sometimes you have to work for it, and other times, other times it just flows. I can’t explain it, it just is. But when you reach that moment, where you’re meeting the other person, understanding the contours of their body, the parts of themselves they’re willing to share with you, and their energy which tells you what they so deeply crave. It’s in that moment, that you can truly connect. Their taste, their touch, their moans, all so intoxicating, all so uniquely them. And getting to share that is a privilege.”

“Oh,” she says, a little dumbfounded. “That wasn’t what I was expecting.” We all sit in silence for several seconds. Each of us is seemingly lost in our own thoughts. His sister is the first to break the silence “excuse me, I’ll be back in a second” she says as she slowly exits the room.

Just as she’s out of earshot, Mark looks at me. “Mate. Trust you to be a romantic at heart, hey.”

I cock my head to the side, and look at him properly. “Me? You want to tell me what you were doing on that phone before?” I say smirking at him.

“Nothing,” he says with some annoyance.

“Bullshit” I reply.

“I’m definitely not seeing that girl from last night again,” he said, overly sarcastically.

“Course. You wouldn’t keep us up too late, would you” I said cheekily.

“Never” he replies back. “But dude, you should have seen her. Haven’t had a head like that in a long time” he says as he seems to get lost in his thoughts.

“Now who’s a romantic?” I quip back.

“I had to stop myself from blowing my load in her mouth. Didn’t help that she was my type too” he said clearly lost in his memories of last night.

I knew exactly what he meant. He liked petite girls with fat asses and wide hips. The one’s who spent their days in the gym, secretly hoping they’d meet a guy like Mark. Someone who’d lose control as he’d feel their ass bounce against him, as he’d grunt and give them all they could take. Even in the scene, Mark had a strong reputation. He’d light up, always the same glint in his eye, whenever he’d come across one of these girls. From the first moment he saw them, it’d be a foregone conclusion. He was picky though, so I knew him wanting this girl again, meant she had something about her.

He was in a trance-like state, this girl so obviously all he could think about. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that his cock was hardening as his pants shifted, and I realized he was probably thinking about her before he went to the bathroom. When he reentered the room, I knew his energy changed, and I saw now what he was going to ask me. I wasn’t sure where I landed on it, yet.

As his attention shifted back into the room, he said “she’s one of the few girls on my level” he said, almost proudly.

I took a sip of my drink as he continued. “She was absolutely soaking, as soon as we got back, and her little pussy gripped my cock so tightly. It was insane.” He paused for dramatic effect, but I didn’t fill the silence, knowing he was about to tell me what he really wanted to. “And, you know how I mentioned my sister saw me in the hall, as I went to get another condom. Well, I was too shocked by that to head to the bathroom, so I ended up just going back in without actually getting a condom. I know that’s not like me” he said, I thought about interjecting but didn’t bother, as he kept going.

“But this time when I got back in, I didn’t care. Her pussy was so wet, and she loved it as I rubbed my hard cock up and down her wet little cunt. Neither of us said anything, but I could tell she knew what was happening. She started begging, with her eyes first, and then whining to me, she sounded slightly frustrated as I made her wait for what I knew she wanted so badly.”

Hearing this got me so turned on. All I could think about was earlier today. He must have thought I was lost in his story, but really it was his sister. I wasn’t thinking about him, fucking this club girl until she couldn’t take it anymore, I was thinking about his little sister. That young woman who reverberated around my mind all day.

“Anyway, as I started fucking her, her tight little cunt gripped my cock. She lost herself in the moment, pulled my hand up to her mouth, and started sloppily sucking on my fingers. She was completely engrossed, lost in ecstasy, as she came for the first time. Wanting more, I flipped her onto all fours and started fucking her from behind. Her ass was ridiculous dude, and she was loud before, but she completely lost it, basically screaming now. I told her my sister was in the other room. But she said ‘good. She can hear how much of a slut I am for you.’ At this, I just completely lost it. Grabbed her hips and fucked her as hard as I could, pounding against her cervix again and again. I put my thumb against her tight little asshole and pressed against it as I fucked her. She couldn’t contain herself, and just came again, moaning in ecstasy.”

It was a fucking hot retelling of his adventure, and I could see how impacted he was by it. He never really hid his desire, and that was something we shared.

“As that happened, I couldn’t hold anymore, and I came all over her. Pulling out to make a mess on her back” he continued.

I smirked at that “all on her back, hey?”

“Ok, well some of it probably went inside her, but can you blame me. She loved it.”

“So you creampied her,” I said, knowing what he really meant.

“Yeah. She begged for it” he said to me. I knew Mark wouldn’t pass up on the opportunity to cum in someone, as long as they were down of course. But he always likes to pretend to not want to. I guess the pregnancy scares don’t bother him, as much as he says they do. I think he secretly, or not so secretly, loves it.

“Anyway,” he says. “After last night’s adventure, I just know she’d be down if we played our cards right.”

Damn. He’s not even directly asking, even though I know what he means.

“Down?” I say, playing dumb.

“You really need me to say it” he quips back.

I just stare back at him in silence.

“She’d be down for a threesome,” he says, knowing that I forced it out of him.

I just exhaled and looked away for a second. “You know we said we wouldn’t do that again, not after last time” I reply.

“That was just a blip,” he said to me “in what was otherwise a long history of great nights.”

We had made our dynamic work, by following a set of two basic rules. 1) He and I never do anything with each other. No matter what the girl(s) ask. 2) No feelings. If anyone is overly romantic, then it’s a no-go. Even with those rules, every now and then, little things could pop up. But honestly, it had been pretty smooth, considering how many people we had shared.

I looked at him. “Last time you got salty at me, even though no rules were broken,” I said, still a little annoyed having to think back to this.

“Yeah, I know. I just miss seeing people pushed to their limits” he said earnestly. “I just don’t do much group stuff anymore.”

I knew he was jealous that I was still engaging in the scene, and having my way with couples and other groups. But I also knew that I needed that independence. That I needed to have some stuff just for myself.

“So, you going to join in” he said hopefully.

“I am a little tired from such a long day, but maybe later,” I say trying to spare his feelings. As I say that, we both lookup. His sister’s just come back to the room. She’s changed again. This time into a long jumper and yoga pants. It’s too warm for her to be wearing a jumper, I think to myself. I can’t help but think if she’s hiding any secrets under there. As she sits down next to us, she’s sitting right in the middle, not touching either of us.

She seems a little nervous, lighter even. Even though Mark’s story, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking, so I move my leg slightly, as my skin touches her yoga pants. I hold it there for a second, letting her know I want her against me. She seems to relax and then obliges, shuffling her body next to mine. Even though our skin’s not touching, I exhale deeply, enjoying having her against me.

Mark’s completely focused on his phone, and I know he’s distracted, organizing his adventure tonight. I know I shouldn’t do this, but at this point, I can’t help it. Mark told me such an elaborate story, and his sister’s been teasing me all day. I can’t wait to take what I want.

I put my hand on my leg, deliberately allowing some of my fingers to rest on hers. She edges her body closer to mine, wanting more of my touch. I can’t help but think how bad this is, but I’m not going to stop. More of my hand goes onto her, as she also moves her hand down, subtly placing it against mine. I know she wants more. I guide my hand onto her thigh. She’s tiny, and my hand basically covers most of her thigh. Her hand softly pushes on mine, pleading with me to go higher. Mark is still engrossed in his phone, but even still I don’t know when he’ll lookup.

Running my hand up her leg, enjoying touching her when I’m not meant to. I feel her hips slightly shift in the couch, as I edge up higher on her thigh. She’s obviously loving it. As I ascend higher, I can feel the heat emanating from her. I stop just before I get to the top of her legs. I can tell how sensitive she probably is here, and as she bites her lips and glances at me on the side. She wants me to take her all for myself. To forget about my best friend, and steal her as mine.

Mark’s basically on another planet at the moment. As I see him press send on a message, I know he’s going to look up soon. So, I take my hand off his sister. She looks at me indignantly, as she crosses her legs, basically rubbing them together. I can tell she’s trying to relieve the tension and heat she’s feeling, as her legs are wrap tightly together.

The doorbell rings and Mark gets up excitedly. He’s bringing her here, the girl from last night. I should have guessed as much. As he walks to the door, and his back’s to us, his sister places her hand on my leg. I look directly at her, and shake my head slightly, as I take her hand and place it back on her. Mark opens the door immediately, and I’m glad I stopped us from getting caught.

As he embraces the girl from last night, I realize he undersold her. She’s skinny, but her curves are ridiculous. She’s wearing a gorgeous black dress, which hugs her tightly. She’s not wearing a bra, and as I look down here, I can’t see any outline of her panties. She really is something else. She’s wearing her hair down, light brown hair mixed with lighter shades from the summer sun. Even as she just stands there, I can feel sex just radiating off her. Her boobs are gorgeous, and frankly, far bigger than Mark described, there’s nothing petite about them. As I scan down, her upper body moves in, she’s so slight, but her hips are perfection, curving in a way that I know Mark, and frankly, I, can’t resist.

She comes and greets me and his sister. She wraps me up tightly and gives me a little kiss on the cheek. I don’t know what he’s told her, but fuck she feels good against me. As she gives his sister a hug, I share a look with him. I raise my eyebrows slightly, and he just smirks, knowing that she’s even more than he said. If this was any other day, I wouldn’t be able to resist, but his sister’s next to me and I know what I really want.

The girl in the black dress goes back to him, and he puts his arm around her. “We’re going upstairs” he says, turning before we can respond.

I just remember my bag’s in his room, and I don’t want to be stuck here whilst he’s with her. “Bring my bag down,” I say to him. He just smirks back. I don’t know what kind of game he’s playing.

It’s just me and his sister now. She’s still flirty but seems a little dejected.

She glances up at me. “I saw the way you looked at her,” she says pausing. “And the look you shared with him.”

I just hold her gaze not responding.

“He asked you to join them, didn’t he. He always has all the fun, and I’m just left by myself.”

Again I don’t respond for several seconds.

“You can go, if that’s what you want to do” she says sounding slightly annoyed.

“I’m here, with you,” I say back.

“She’s gorgeous. I wouldn’t blame you.”

We sit in silence for a little while. He still hasn’t brought my bag down, and somehow I don’t think he’s going to.

I try to comfort her. “You have to hear him a lot, don’t you.”

“Yeah. This one’s a real moaner too. I barely slept last night” she says, but I can tell there’s more to this. “Anyway, if you’re not going up there, I can go get your bag for you.”

“I’ll join you” I reply.

We head upstairs, and my bag has been left just outside Mark’s door. I know what he’s done. He’s left it out here so I have to hear them, but can’t use it as an excuse to come in. Suddenly, I realize what has to happen, and I’m not going to feel guilty about it at all.

As we get close to his door, it’s obvious they’re already going at it. I can hear the girl in the black dress slurping all over his cock, a mixture of wetness, gagging, and moans. His little sister is right next to me, both of us having to listen, whilst I pick up my bag. We’re so close to each other, standing face to face, we’re almost touching.

I whisper to her “you have to put up with this a lot don’t you.” She looks up at me, her eyes daring me to go on. “You have to hear all these girls get what they want, whilst you lay in your room frustrated don’t you.”

She slowly and sensually exhales, her chest falling and then rising as she breathes deeply. “Yes. It’s not fair.”

“You just want to be one of those girls,” I say, pausing to see her reaction. She just eyes me again, not wanting to admit this to me. “You just want to be taken and used like that, don’t you”

I can see her overwhelmed with emotions. She’s obviously turned on, but her cheeks also flush, as she’s probably embarrassed. Glancing away for a second, she then looks up at me “Yes. It’s not fair. I want to be used.”

I move closer, bending down to whisper into her ear. I can see the little hairs on her neck stand up, as I breathe on her, the warm air hitting her skin, before continuing. “You just want to give yourself, to be used like that don’t you.”

She pauses, unsure if she can tell me this. The silence between our whispers, quelled with the gagging coming from behind the door.

“You can tell me” I whisper reassuringly. “There’s nothing wrong with admitting that.”

She quips back. “There’s everything wrong with that. Getting denied what you want, time and time again, whilst you have to hear other people get it.”

“I know. It’s wrong. But that’s what makes it so good. Trust your body, it doesn’t lie.”

“God,” she says, as she just realizes what we’ve been saying. “Are any of the other girls you know like this?”

“Everyone’s different. Right now all I can think about is you.”

I see her melt. At that moment, the space between us collapses, as my lips make first contact, sitting softly on her neck, as I kiss her. One of her hands lands on my bicep, as the other wraps around me. One of my hands makes its way onto her hips, as the other caresses the other side of her face. On the first kiss, she loses herself in me, letting herself moan and close her eyes, lost in my touch. I can still hear them on the other side of the door, but my full focus is on his sister.

She’s so soft against me, and I need more of her. I brush her hair back, and spend some more time on her neck, kissing and sucking deeper. Her perfect porcelain skin is going to be tarnished. She can cover it with makeup, her hair, lie; I don’t care. I’m going to leave something on her skin. Starting as a gorgeous redness, and then deepening darker and darker. Each time she looks at it, she will know her body is all mine. A reminder of me etched into her.

“H…Harder” she whispers. I know how badly she wants it.

“You want me to mark you, don’t you. Leave a bruise on you” I grunt under my breath.

“Yes. Yes, sir” she whispers.

“Yes, sir, what?” I reply.

“Yes, sir. Please mark me, and show the world I’m all yours. Your little slut” she whispers as I start sucking and biting now. I can feel the warmth of her skin against me, as blood rushes under my touch, and a bruise starts to form.

“Please. Please, don’t stop” she moans.

I’m happy with my handiwork, as I see a gorgeous bruise starting to form on the side of her neck. Knowing I don’t want to be cut short, I take her into her room, closing the door softly. It’s been a very long time since I’ve wanted someone like this. I can feel myself building toward the precipice of losing control, of completely letting go.

“Come here,” I say to her. as she comes right up to me. “I want you to know, we can stop at any time. Tell me if you don’t want to do something.” She nods back. I take my hand onto the bottom of her jumper, and pull it up, exposing her. She squats slightly, and takes off her yoga pants, as I have a great view of her tits. God, I’ve never seen anything like this. She’s so untouched and pure, and perky. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Even in her bra, she’s so perfect.

“On your knees” I command her.

She obliges quickly, and I reward her by grabbing her hand and placing it on my shorts. My cock is absolutely throbbing, bulging through my shorts. She runs her hand up my shaft, and I can see the excitement building in her.

“Hold still,” I say to her, as I take my pants and underwear off. My cock jumping out, released from my shorts. I’m completely hard, my cock almost hitting her face, as she edges closer.

“Tell me how bad you want to suck me off,” I say.

I can see her whole body tremble, as she starts touching her boobs over her bra without thinking. “Please…” she begs.

I don’t respond just looking down at her.

“Please, I want to suck you off so badly” she pleads.

“I know,” I say assuredly. “You’ve had a lot of lonely nights dreaming about this.”

“God, yes” she moans, as she starts playing with her nipples under her bra. “I’ve heard the stories about you too,” she says, as she looks down. She’s really tugging and twisting at her nipples now. “And” she pauses, as I can see how sensitive her nipples are. One of her hands starts making its way down her body. “And, when I hear him, I think of you.”

Earlier today all makes sense now, but I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing. Her hand touches her little folds, above her panties, as she starts rubbing slowly. “Every time. Every time” she pauses again. “Every time I hear one of them cum, I pretend it’s me. That’s it’s you and me in there.”

I can feel the precum oozing out of my cock, as I’m in disbelief. My best friend’s sister has been thinking about me like this. I didn’t even realize she knew so much about me, let alone had these thoughts.

She slips her hand under her panties, and I can hear her wetness growing, as she keeps touching herself more intensely. I look down at her, gesturing toward my cock and nodding.

The first part of her to touch my cock is her lips. She’s lost in the taste of my precum, whilst her tongue moves around the head of my throbbing cock. She’s moaning, and slurping on my cock, just taking a bit of me in. I can hear how wet her little pussy is, as she brings herself closer and closer to the point of no return.

As her lips hit my cock, I can’t help but let my eyes roll back into my head, and close my eyes, as it just feels so good. I place my hand in her hair, guiding her head as she sucks me deeper. She has a small mouth, and can’t take much of me, but she’s so wet against me, her full lips absolutely amazing against my cock.

As she comes up for air, she’s so close. She can’t stop moaning, as her hand rapidly moves around her clit.

“You want to cum so badly, don’t you” I tease her.

“Yes, sir,” she says.

“5” I start counting. She realizes what’s happening, and picks up the pace, as she closes her eyes, nearing her climax.

“4…” I count down. I know what I want, and she’s going to give it to me.

I push my cock against her lips, and she takes it in her mouth. She’s surprised and looks up at me with her eyes open, as I start thrusting deep into her mouth, and against her throat. She’s good and takes it as well as she can, as she slobbers all over my thick cock. “3…” she keeps going, I can see her cheeks getting red. God, the sound of my cock hitting her throat is so hot. “2…” she can’t take it anymore and pulls back for air. “1…” I say as she can’t hold on any longer. She grabs my leg for support, as she cums, even more intensely than earlier in the day. Her wet little pussy reaching its climax, and her gorgeous moans, the hottest thing I’ve heard in a very long time.

Her body convulses, as her orgasm lasts for the next 20 seconds. As she catches her breath, she looks up at me, smiling. “Want to know a secret,” she says coyly.

“What?” I said.

“Well,” she says pausing. “I’ve never done that before.”

I’m a little surprised she hasn’t throat fucked someone before, but okay, I’ll play along.

“I guess throat fucking is pretty intense” I reply.

She looks away from me, slightly, quite embarrassed.

“Oh, did you mean something else” she looked at me, not wanting to divulge her secret? “Are you trying to tell me you’ve never done that before? Never sucked a cock before?”

She looks at me, trying to see if I’d judge her for it. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”

I’m a bit flabbergasted, to be honest. This confident, sexual, gorgeous young woman has never done that before. I understand that people wait until the right time, but she was so confident in herself. So willing to put herself out there. Ah, it clicks, but I’m still a little unsure.

“So, have you done anything else?”

“I wanted to wait until I was an adult,” she says, and I can see she’s being honest, although I’m still finding it hard to believe. “And I just haven’t met the right person.”

“That’s why you thought of me, isn’t it,” I said to her.

She nods back to me.

“So, you’re a virgin?” I ask, just getting her to admit it properly.

“Yes. I’m a virgin” she replies with a hint of embarrassment. “Happy?”

Wow. I can’t believe this. What am I going to do here? The innocence I felt from her before, was obviously from this. She was so much looking forward to meeting me because I could give her something she’d never gotten. The magnitude of the situation dawned on me.

I take her in for a second. I just marked a virgin. What was I thinking? But honestly, it just made it hotter for me. Knowing that no one had ever enjoyed all that is her. I’m sure a lot of people have wanted to, I mean, she’s stunning. I can feel myself starting to lose control, but I have to check in with her first.

“We don’t have to do anything,” I said to her. I realized she may be feeling a lot of pressure, and didn’t want that to influence her choice.

“No. No” she said. “I want you. I want you so badly. I mean look at your cock, oh my god.”

“No one’s ever put their hands on you have they?” I ask, almost certain I already know the answer.

She moves backward back slowly and sits on the bed. At first, she looks down and then up at me again, as she slowly undoes her bra, and lets her natural tits out. Wow. Her tits are so full, perkily standing against gravity and her pink nipples are hard. God. I think about how she’s completely untouched. I’m the first person to see her in all her beauty. I can’t even describe how that feels. She bites her lip, makes eye contact with me, and then slowly shakes her head “No one’s ever seen me topless.”

I can’t even express how much I want her at this moment. I put my hand on her chest, and guide her back, so she’s laying down facing up to me. I grab each of her arms, and put them above her head, and then pin her hands together, holding her firmly down with one of my hands. She looks up at me, and I can see how much she needs to be taken. “Tell me if there’s anything you can’t handle,” I say, checking in with her one more time.

My other hand starts exploring her body, as my throbbing cock nears her little entrance. She’s so soft, so delicate. Her little pussy is absolutely soaking, she needs this.

“Use me” she whispers, as I continue running my hand all over her. I’m doing my best to hold myself together, but I know I’m about to lose control. I start being a little rougher against her, grabbing at her breast, and running my hand down her body, and around her legs, showing her the intensity I’m about to release.

“Please…” her voice trails off.

She gasps, as the tip of my thick cock stretches her untouched pussy. Her moans sound so innocent. I can feel the muscles in her vagina try to accommodate my throbbing cock, I can barely fit inside of her. She’s so tight and her juices are all over the tip of my cock. Even just slowly thrusting the head of my cock in and out of her little hole, makes her entire body writhe. Her moans get louder and more intense, as I hear the frustration of having to wait so long to get what she needs so badly come through her voice. Her voice gets higher and starts trembling whilst she tries her best to maintain eye contact with her deep green eyes.

I’m barely deeper than the tip of my cock, and she’s losing control. Her little pink pussy lips grip my cock, as I decide I need more of her. I let her arms free, and run my hand down to her neck, as I push myself deeper into her. She grabs my hand and tries to pull it down, as I start choking her and fucking her deeper. It’s the best little pussy I’ve ever felt against me.

Her moans get louder now. I can’t hear her brother anymore, hopefully, they’re too busy to realize what’s happening, but I know I can’t stop now. Her fingers dig into my back, beckoning me into herself, trying to get me to go deeper. I grunt as I feel myself starting to lose control. Without thinking, I enter her more, she can barely take me, as I push up against her limit. Her moans are a mixture of pleasure and pain. I know she’d never have imagined this or did she. Her fingernails dig deeper into me. It’s a mixture of warmth and pain on my back, she’s marking me too, but I can’t stop fucking her.

My throbbing cock is pounding against her limit, and she’s absolutely lost control now, yelling out in pleasure.

“PLEASE…PLEASE” she yells. I just soften my gaze slightly, gauging if it’s too much for her. “Fuck me” she moans.

“Fuck you feel so good. You’re all mine” I grunt.

“God, fuck, I’m all yours” she let out between moans.

“You’re my little whore, aren’t you,” I say.

She hesitates for a second. “Yes, I am.”

“Tell me what you are,” I say back.

“I’m your little whore” she says, as she closes her eyes, unable to handle what she’s feeling.

I put my hands on her shoulders holding her completely still, as I start fucking her harder. She can barely contain herself. Her next orgasm is so close, as I pound her pussy. She’s completely yelling. I know they must be able to hear us now, but it just makes me want her more. Her tight little hole convulses all over my cock, as she reaches her second orgasm.

Before she can properly recover, I hold one hand just above her little pussy, and enter her with two of my fingers. I’m slamming my fingers against her g-spot, watching her trying to squirm out from under me, as she loses herself in ecstasy, her legs writhing on the floor as she approaches a whole-body orgasm. I’m hit with a stream of warmth as her juices flow all over me, as her little pussy squirts in delight.

After a brief pause, I flip her onto all fours, facing her away from me. I spank her ass, and position her hips up towards me, as I get ready to keep taking her. My cock is absolutely throbbing, and I can feel myself about to explode in her, as I enter her little cunt. I start fucking her faster.

“I need you to cum in me” she moans sweetly.

I spank her again, as I start hitting against her limit.

“Please, please cum in me” she begs.

Even though I really know I shouldn’t, I’m not able to hold back, as I’m almost past the point of no return. Fuck.

“Please, daddy, fill me up” she whines.

“Ahh fuck” I grunt as I spurt hot cum all up in her little pussy. I thrust deep into her, feeling my hot cum spray against her cervix. It’s easily the biggest load I’ve ever cum. I pull out and see my creamy white cum slowly drip out of her pussy.

“Ah,” she says, “there’s something you should know.”

I’m pretty sure I already know what she’s about to say. “What is it?” I ask her.

“Well, as I am, I mean was, a virgin,” she says as she pauses “I, uh, I’m not on birth control”

“Of course you fucking aren’t,” I say chuckling to myself.

“I’ll sort it out, don’t worry,” she says.

“I’m happy to drive you,” I say. I don’t feel too tipsy anymore and definitely need this sorted.

“Ok, just give me a minute,” she says.

I quickly chuck my clothes back on and head out to grab my bag from the hall. As I pick my bag up, I turn and there’s Mark and the girl he’s with, just getting out of the bathroom. He looks at me, and I can tell he knows exactly what just happened.

“Hope you’re not too exhausted, we’re just getting started,” he says. Somehow I don’t think I have a choice if I still want him as my best friend. I guess his sister’s going to have to wait after all.

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