My Sister's Innocence - 2

Chapter 4

Standing in the middle of our living room was the beautiful Kayla in a nightgown the revealed too much, her lacy underwear matching the lacy top that clung to her skin. Around her were five other girls whom I could never remember the name of, except for the flat chested red head named Marie, who was notorious for being a slut in our high school. She had come on to me on more than one occasion and I very often had wanted to give in, that was until Kayla and I had shared one glorious night together, now advances of all other women were forgotten. The only memory I had now was of burning inside of my little sister, of her taking me in her body, in her mouth, and now all I wanted was to fuck her again, and again. I wondered if she wore the outfit to tantalize me, or if she was just showing off to her friends this perfect body, out of proportion with curves and slenderness, and yet beautiful, perfect. I needed to go to my room and fast.

“Grant, come over here!” a blonde called over to me. “He’ll be able to answer our question for us.”

I never should have gone downstairs for a midnight snack. At least, that had been my excuse. Six girls sat in my living room dressed in lingerie, a slumber party of sorts, and my eyes only flitted to my sister. For once I started to feel daft at my intentions with her and still I did not care.

I went over to them, like the sucker I was.

“Don’t ask him,” Kayla rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. “I do not think I want to hear sex talk from my brother.” She made the word sound dirty and she did not even glance in my direction to reassure me this was all for show. She was either an incredible actress or she had no desire for me any longer. Perhaps I had taken her too swiftly? Now I was beginning to feel paranoid and I hated that feeling.

“Come on, Grant is the best one to be honest with us,” another blonde said, this one a little curvy around the waist and thighs and a little too little on top, but not particularly ugly. She was built like a Latina but completely white and blonde while the Latina in the room was built flatly like the red-head. The other girl in the room, the one keeping more to herself, was Kayla’s best friend that was not even close to being stunning by any stretch of the imagination. She had dull brown hair and dull brown eyes, where brown could be lovely, she made it boring, as it might have truly been meant to be.

“What is your question?” I asked, ignoring the many pairs of eyes that watched my every move as I sat on the edge of the couch and the girls sort of huddled around me, all but Kayla who stared at the television instead.

“Do guys really like it when they come in a girl’s mouth?” I was happy I was not drinking something, I would have been the epitome of cartoon hilarity as I would have spit it out all over the six girls.

“This does not have just a simple answer,” I said slowly. Ears perked up and the blonde who had originally called me over urged me to answer the question. I looked to my sister who was pointedly looking anywhere but at me. I sighed and hoped she listened anyway. “If we are going to cum we would rather cum inside of something. So, if you are not letting a guy fuck you and are giving him a blow job he would much rather cum in your mouth than in his hand, or in the toilet, or even on you. It is the grip that makes it feel great, the pull of the lips, the pull of the pussy, that make cumming amazing. To just cum loses something, to be in the warm folds of the lips, either pair, is what really does it. Swallowing is just an added turn on because we don’t see you gagging and spitting it back out.”

The girls around me chuckled and laughed and I was left with a small smile on my face. I could not believe I had said all of that, but it felt good because now I saw my little sister flushing all over, her body a strange shade of puce that nearly matched the clinging lace panties. She still refused to meet my eyes.

“Do you know this from personal experience?” Marie was the one to ask me. I felt answering her question honestly would question my integrity and yet I needed to be honest, to show I was unashamed.

“Yes, I do,” I stated flatly.

All of the girls exchanged looks and giggles. They were assuming, because it was Marie that asked the question, and how straight forward I answered, that it was Marie I had learned from. Let them think what they want, I knew the truth and Kayla knew the truth.

Didn’t she?

Her eyes were glittering and she was not laughing and joking with the rest of the girls. In fact she looked downright angry. “You’ve answered the question,” she snapped. “There is little reason for you to remain down here.”

“Oh, Kayla, don’t be that way,” Marie pouted. “Perhaps he can teach us a little more about… sex?”

“Like a demonstration!” one of the blondes laughed, slinking ever closer.

“Grant!” I turned my head to see my mother standing on the stairs in her bathrobe, probably exhausted from long hours in the emergency room with little to no sleep and too many children to take care of. “Go upstairs, it is not appropriate for you to be sitting down there with these girls.”

I instantly bolted, leaving the girls to their laughter and my sister to her anger.

I guess I am callous because while my sister stewed in her sudden anger at me, though I did not understand why she was angry, didn’t she know she was it, I laid in bed and fell asleep with dreams of girls surrounding me while I laid my hands on my sister. Man girls groped at us, her breasts rubbed by delicate hands, my balls caressed by her friend, but ultimately I was inside of Kayla, causing her to scream out in passion and need. I wanted to hear her scream my name, to call for me, and those dreams had me pressing against my bed and wishing there was something soft under it, and then there was something soft in my hand. I did not know if it was part of the dream or reality, but I squeezed. It was soft, but not large enough to be any part of Kayla. Kayla’s curves were generous; these curves were modest, very modest. I opened my eyes to find Marie laying beside me, wiggling her body against mine, her hand pressing my hand against her breast as she arched into me.

Her hand was quick to clasp over my mouth. “Everyone is asleep,” she whispered to me. “I figured I wanted to come and see an ‘experienced’ man for myself. Who is this mystery girl you’ve been with?” Either she did not really want to know the answer or she was dumber than I thought for she did not remove her hand from my mouth. Turns out she believed I was making the whole thing up. “I know you are still a big V Grant, so why don’t I show you what a real woman feels like?”

Oh, that does it. I grabbed her with both hands and flung her down on the bed, rearing up on top of her. She took this as an invitation, her smile never fading, and she reached a hand down and cupped my throbbing cock. It was already too hard from dreaming about the sexual fantasy, but now it hand fingers on it and that part of the anatomy was more interested in sexual contact than who the sexual contact was with. Sure, this girl was experience and a bit rough, but I was seriously missing Kayla’s soft curves. Kayla, who had ignored me pointedly. No, I was not childish enough to fuck another girl because my pride was wounded, but my body was calling for release and I could not very well go down there and just start taking her. I tried to rise, to leave Marie to her own devices in my bed and go to the bathroom, but her grip on my cock and balls was a little terrifying and she tightened that grip when I went to move.

“Don’t be shy,” she smiled. “Just let go, I can feel how much you want me.”

“Don’t mistake what my cock wants,” I snapped at her. “It certainly isn’t you I was dreaming about.”

“But I can make it me you dream about every day after,” she told me with that same casual smile.

“I knew it!” I heard the upset gasp before my brain even registered that my door had opened. I turned to see Kayla standing there, disheveled from tossing and turning amongst the other girls, the straps of her teeny tiny top falling over her shoulders and one dusty rose nipple peaking out. It was the most erotic image I had ever seen and the ever growing hardness of my cock belied that very need. Marie smiled knowingly.

I missed that smile in my rush to pull myself from her grasp.

“Kayla, it is not what it looks like,” I began. I know, the most clichéd thing on the planet to say after caught in a sexual situation, yet this was absolutely true. I was trying to fight my way off, I just had not wanted my balls to remain in her hand.

“Kayla,” Marie practically purred, “I was just seeing if Grant would mind being clasped in a hand when he cums as opposed to the mouth or pussy, I can make my hand just as warm and wet.”

I turned on Marie and grabbed her by the top of her arm. I pulled her from my bed and nearly threw her out into the hallway. It was not I that slammed the door in her face, though, it was my darling sister, who stood with her feet apart and her eyes flaring with anger. She grabbed the door and snapped, “Go to bed, Marie,” and slammed the door in her face, leaving me and my sister locked inside my bedroom.

“How could you?” Kayla instantly hissed. “With Marie of all people.”

“Nothing happened.”

“I know nothing happened now,” Kayla snapped back at me. “I’m not dumb, I know you have integrity not to fool around with so many girls at once, but, ever?”

“You’re kidding me right?” I asked of her. “I thought you at least were smart enough to know that Marie is just putting on a big show. The only person I have any interest in is…” My mouth was covered with hers, her body thrown against mine so I had to take a step back to keep her in my grasp and not drop us both. Her curves felt delicious against my naked chest, her peaked nipple rubbing against my taught skin. I curved my hands to her ass and gripped tightly. She rode my body upwards, her legs swinging around my waist and knocked me back until I lay under her on my bed, her pussy placed directly over the throbbing cock that had come to life again with her touch.

“Quiet,” she ordered me. “Do you want anyone to hear you say that it is me you have interest in?”

“Yes,” I said without really thinking of what I was saying. At that moment the only answer I could give her was yes, yes take me, yes let me fuck you, yes I want you. Those were the answers to questions she was not asking, but my body believed she was.

“Shush, Grant.” She began to stand, her heat leaving me. She was going to go back down to her friends, to sleep amongst them while I continued to dream of her and her heat. I was dying for her and I pulled her back roughly till her heat was over my silken boxers once more, my erection popping through to brush against the dampness of her lace panties.

“No,” she said firmly.

“That is not what your body is saying,” I insisted.

“No,” she said, less firmly but still with an edge to her tone. She repeated the word no several times as my hand snaked down to cup her wetness, to trace nimble fingers under the lace and push it aside. She said no until I was sliding into her, filling her, our bodies rubbing against our own clothing and caring not for the discomfort, the pleasure of fitting perfectly together was too much. Even as I gripped her hips and swayed her on top of me, even as she grinded into me she was whispering the word no. No was not what I wanted to hear, but it was better this way, better that her quiet breathing was whispering the word no than her lips were screaming out the words I longed to hear. After all, her five best friends were down in our living room even now, sleeping peacefully. No, that was wrong, had Marie gone back downstairs?

The question no sooner entered my mind than fluttered away as Kayla tightened her wet folds around my cock. I nearly came right then with an utter need to feel inside of her. I cried out passionately and she covered my mouth with her lips. I reached a hand up and grabbed her breasts so tightly she cried out into my mouth, muffled by my tongue toying with hers. She continued to cry out as I pounded up into her, our bodies moving until we were both throwing our heads back and crying out, losing the sense of where we were and who was around us, both of us toppling onto the bed breathlessly, her panties easing back into place while I dripped cum all over my bed sheets. Neither of us moved, afraid of moving for it could only stir the need once more.

“I need to go down there with my friends,” Kayla insisted. She sat up on the bed and began to stand, to leave me. I reached for her and pulled her against me, holding her close in my arms, feeling her arms wrap around me in just as close an embrace.

“What are we doing?” I asked of her.

She did not pretend to misunderstand. “Grant… do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Beyond sisterly love?”

“Yes.”

She looked up into my eyes, eyes that were so similar to hers, identical eyes on faces that held the feminine side of our genes and the masculine side of our genes and still our eyes were identical. “Then, we are getting ourselves into a lot of trouble.”

The trouble, of course, really started on Monday when we went back to school.