My Sister's Innocence - 2

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Chapter 3

I am only one grade ahead of my sister, which usually puts us in close proximity during school. Being the end of the year there were so many rallies and assemblies that we rarely found ourselves in an actual class. This became a growing problem for me for many reasons. My sister, the beautiful Kayla, was dressed in the most inappropriate clothes, a short denim white skirt, a tank top that showed her nipples hardening when the air conditioning blew on her. The flip of her dark hair over her shoulder let men know she knew they were watching, and she wanted them to watch.

That particular day my friends were noticing Kayla too. They were watching her with growing looks of need, and hard ons that were noticeable even to myself, which was disgusting. She sat in the assembly on the bleachers, watching the cheerleaders make fools of themselves, all the while rubbing her legs together, slowly, like she needed something for them to do.

“Grant, your sister is hot,” my best friend told me. “Would you mind if I dated her.”

“Yes,” I said with the utmost honesty. “You should know that you never date your best friend’s sister.”

“How about if we all just take our turns fucking her?” Tyler joked. “I bet she feels good to be inside.”

“Gross you guys,” I snapped. “I don’t want to hear about my little sister having sex.” Especially with you guys.

“You’re no fun,” my best friend, Jacob, complained. “Kayla is like, the perfect girl. Not just beautiful, innocent, smart, but quiet. I want that.”

“Then date one of her friends,” I pointed to the three other girls who were constantly surrounding Kayla. They were all equally beautiful, but they lacked the charisma my sister shone with. It apparently was exactly what my friends noticed.

“They do not add up,” Tim snarled. “Come on, let me just have a chance with her.”

“If I said no to Jacob, and Tyler, why would I say yes to you?” I asked, huffing and puffing and feeling like blowing their lives down.

Kayla suddenly stood and began making her way down the bleachers, over to one of the teachers. No one was allowed to leave the assembly, but whatever she said to this teacher had him letting her walk out.

“Where the Hell is she going?” I asked, ready to stand and follow her, but then wondering if that was not too obvious. My three friends stood along with me.

“I’ll go find out,” Jacob said excitedly. “The teachers will let me through since I’m the only non-trouble maker in this group.”

And let him through they did. Jacob was soon out in the hall and following the way Kayla had gone. I was less than thrilled.

Ten minutes went by, no sign of them. My friends grew interested.

Twenty minutes went by, still no sign of them. My friends grew lewd in their comments.

Thirty minutes into the most boring assembly ever and I was standing and going down the bleachers. I was encountered by Mr. Delaney, the man who hated me most in this wide world.

“Where do you think you are going, Mr. Wellner?” Mr. Delaney asked me, his muscled head nearly too small for his fat body. “No one is allowed out of the auditorium.”

“So when Kayla left, and Jacob left, that was all right?”

“They are studious students, I believe them when they say they need a book, what is it you need?” Mr. Delaney asked.
“A cigarette, do you want me to bring you back one?”

Mr. Delaney seemed a bit surprised by my blunt attitude, which was what I was going for. I think if all eyes had not suddenly fallen to us he would have yelled at me, but rather than be bothered by someone who’s life was probably in ruins, he let me go out to find my sister and Jacob, and Mr. Delaney had given me the first clue where they were.

The library was on the opposite side of the school and it was a trek to get across. Once in the library I saw only one woman on duty, since all students were supposed to be in the assembly. I went looking through the racks of the books to find my sister.
I found her in the very back, in the very best hiding spot. Her breasts were pushed into the bookshelf, her hands held over her head, and Jacob was right behind her, his hand slipped up inside of her skirt, and I could only imagine what his fingers were doing under that skirt.

“Jacob stop,” she was saying, though her voice did not hold a bit of irritation. She sounded… pleased. This only fueled the fire of my anger as I silently made my way towards them. Jacob was too much in his own little world to notice me slinking up the rack towards them.

“I was right,” he was saying in her ear, “you are so tight. I can make you happy, Kayla,” his hand disappeared further beneath her skirt and she let out a moan that was more genuine pain. “Let me be the one to give you joy.”

I gripped Jacob by the back of his shirt, and it was only then he noticed me there. His eyes went wide just before I threw him to the ground. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I asked him in the calmest voice I could find inside of me. I did not want the librarian to hear us and ruin us all, but I wanted Jacob long gone.

“No…nothing,” he stammered, pushing himself to his feet. “I was just…”

“Save the lies, Jacob,” I snarled. I was nearly six inches taller than my best friend, and definitely stronger than the string bean who only studied. I was going to win this round. “Get the Hell out of here before I make you regret coming near my sister.”

He did not hesitate to run. I turned on Kayla who had a satisfied smile on her face. “It took you long enough to come,” she snapped.

I was surprised by the anger in her eyes. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself,” I snapped back.

“I was hoping it was going to be you who followed me,” she retorted. “I wasn’t looking for one of your friends, but then he had me pinned, so I thought by enjoying it you would walk in and show jealousy, and here you are.”

“So all of this was done for me?” Kayla nodded. “Then let me have what is mine.” I walked over to her, pushing her back into the position I found her and Jacob in, and lifted her skirt over her firm, plump ass, looking down at the bareness of skin and realizing she had been waiting for something. She had not even worn underwear. “Do you want me to finish what he started?” I asked, sliding a finger inside of her already wet pussy, the part of her waiting for me. Her pussy tightened around my fingers nearly instantly. She wanted me, almost more than I wanted her. This was the first time she had lead me on, and I enjoyed it. I wanted to be pushed deep inside of her, but I was afraid of being caught. But, wasn’t that what our whole relationship was about: the fear of being caught?

I pushed my finger harder into her, feeling the inside of her, rubbing against the velvety folds of her body, listening to her breathing grow heavy.

“Do you want me?” I whispered into my sister’s ear.

“You know the answer is yes,” she moaned to me. I slipped a second finger inside of her, pushing harder, faster, fucking her fast with my fingers. She was clawing at the stacks of books, her nails digging into the wood as she enjoyed what I was doing to her, and this was real enjoyment, not the petty enjoyment that she had been showing my best friend. This was something that he would never compare to.

I slid those fingers in and out of her, running my other hand over her clit, driving my knuckle slowly into it, while she moaned and pushed into me, wanting it, wanting me. I felt her dripping around my fingers, and I knew the moment she came, though she was biting into her hand. Her whole body tensed, tightened, and suddenly I was feeling her drip down my hand. The sickest thing was I wanted more of her.

She slid away from me, slowly, her knees shaking and knocking together. I worried she would not be able to stand when she fell to her knees in front of me and looked up at me with eyes full of something I had not seen in her eyes before. Complete unbridled lust. “Let me return the favor,” she whispered to me, reaching for the front of my pants.

I was too dumbfounded to stop her and I suddenly found myself pantless, her fingers under my boxers and pulling them away from my body, revealing the hard large cock that throbbed for her. She took it in her hands and did not hesitate to go down on it, her lips enveloping it, and she slid as far down as she could until I felt the head tickle the back of her throat, and I still was not full inside of her mouth, but it was enough. Her tongue did magic to my cock that I could never have imagined. She licked and sucked, small noises of pleasure emitting from her as she did so. I reached down and gripped her hair with my clean hand and felt her mouth tighten and pull up.

She pulled back from my cock, slowly, agonizingly. Her lips kissed the head, her tongue flicking over it, over and over, licking it almost like she would a long sucker, enjoying the taste before going back down and sucking hard and uneven. Her first time was definitely still a good time, and I was enjoying every moment of her lips. She sucked hard, harder, until she was very nearly biting, then she released and slid back to the head, licking it all over.

“Let me fuck you,” I begged hoarsely, hoping that librarian did not decide to investigate.

She shook her head, looking up at me with large beautiful eyes. “No,” she said, “it would be too messy, I want you to come this way.”

“I’m about to,” I told her as her lips came over the head once more. Her tongue flicked under my cock, curling around it, licking vigorously until the whole thing was covered in her saliva. While she did this her hands moved up my legs until she gripped gently to my balls, her fingers playing against them gently. She toyed with them, playing with each, and then I could not hold back any longer. I had to come, and I was going to do it in her mouth whether she liked it or not.

The cum filled her mouth, and to my surprise she did what most girls hate to do, she swallowed, licking up every last drop and taking it into her. She kept sucking me until I was limp in her mouth, and even then she licked it, toyed with it, teased it before finally letting me go and raising to her feet. She looked up at me and gave me a wide smile, licking her lips and cleaning her mouth of all evidence of our liaisons. “Come on,” she said softly, purposefully brushing her breasts against me as she walked passed, “the assembly should be over now.”