My Sister's Innocence

Kayla Takes Control

Kayla waited for days after the incident with all of her brothers for a chance to move. She did not know whom she wanted to swoop down on, or how she was going to do it, but every day, patiently she waited through the hours, knowing very well that it was her time to make a move.

For some reason, their mother seemed to want to be home a lot more, telling the hospital that she would need to be off emergency detail for a while. Her five children suspected highly that it was due to the broken dishes and wasted food from the night she had to leave in the middle of dinner. She believed her children were fighting while at home together, if only she knew what was really going on.

She began to suspect something when Kayla, dressed in shorts that wore like a pair of thick underwear, covering nothing and leaving little to the imagination, leaned over Grant, her breasts tickling his hands, and instead of pulling his hands away, he had pinched the nipple of her breast. Their mother ignored it, passing it off as early hormones, and moved on with her life, focusing on the brothers who seemed to be at constant odds with one another.

One Saturday, while Grant was at the library studying for his finals, and the twins were at a track meet, their mother called Tristan and Kayla to watch a movie with her. Tristan sat on one end of the couch, Kayla on the other, wearing a particularly hot pair of white shorts that were see through to the non-existent underwear below. Their mother sat on the floor in front of the, enjoying her time acting like she was thirty years younger, munching on popcorn and popping it into her mouth.

Kayla smirked happily at a chance to tease her oldest brother, sitting with her body facing him, her knees pulled up, legs open, her back leaned against the arm of the couch, her arms pulled back a bit further to push her generous breasts out towards the sky, poking through the light blue tank top that left little to the imagination. The arm straps were falling over her shoulders and exposing the tops of her creamy breasts, and Tristan was having the hardest time focusing on the movie and not on his little sister.

Halfway through the movie, after watching Kayla tighten her muscles and move awkwardly, like was trying to find a better position, but was only managing to secure Tristan’s eyes watching only her, she decided to do more than make him watch.

Kayla leaned forward, across the couch, over Tristan, her breasts pressing against the hard spot in his pants as she reached across him to the remote. “Mom, can I rewind that spot?” she asked, picking up the remote but not moving from her spot nearly in Tristan’s lap. “I missed what he said.”

“Of course,” their mother said happily. “I think I missed it too.” In reality, their mother was just happy that her eldest and youngest children were so happy to spend time with her.

Kayla wiggled her way to be sitting perfectly in Tristan’s lap. Instead of taking the remote with her, she rewound the DVD to hear the character once more, all the time wiggling her butt over her brother’s hardness, and then put the remote back on Tristan’s side of the couch. She moved back to her spot and curled up on the couch. Tristan was left breathless and needy, but his mother sat right there and would have made a horrible decoration to a wonderfully superb sex scene.

After another ten minutes, Kayla complained it was too hot and she wanted a Popsicle. Her mother and brother both declined the juicy treat, but Kayla paused the movie and went to retrieve a cherry Popsicle. She smiled at Tristan wickedly and licked the tip of the Popsicle sweetly, her lips taking in what would be the head and sucking deeply, the whole while their mother highly entertained with the movie.

Tristan was ready to bite nails, or Kayla, but their mother sat there, laughing along with the movie and enjoying every moment of it. Kayla scooted down a bit on the couch, sucking harder on her Popsicle while moving her foot under Tristan’s leg. She let her toes move to the other side until the delicate digits of her feet tickled against the balls and hardness of his cock. Red juice trailed down her chin, down onto the tops of her breasts. She took one finger and ran it across that juice, wiping it off her skin. She stuck the tip of her finger in her mouth and sucked the juice off it before going back to paying attention to that Popsicle with a new type of vigor.

To Tristan’s delight, their mother’s pager started beeping rapidly and she looked down at it swearing. “I’ll be right back,” she explained, while her two children looked innocently up at her.

When their mother went into the kitchen to use the phone Tristan turned to his sister and watched her finish off the Popsicle and licking the stick clean. He began to lean forward, to say something he should not, when their mother emerged from the kitchen.

“I have to leave,” she said regretfully. “They have no one to cover, and I am the best after all.”

“Aw, we will stop it and wait for you to get home, Mom,” Kayla said, turning her back on Tristan and laying stomach down on the couch. Tristan watched her butt wiggle with need.

“I’ll be home late,” their mother explained. “Perhaps we can finish it tomorrow.”

“We can’t wait, Mom,” Tristan said, wishing to hurry his mom out the door. When she left, Tristan’s excitement was too much and he went to leap on his sister. She was faster. Kayla slipped off the couch and was on the floor before he even landed where she had been.

Kayla shook her head with her same wicked grin on her face. “Uh, uh, uh,” she smiled at him callously. “That isn’t how this is going to work.” She stood up and looked down at him, at all of him. “Sit up and face me,” she told him.

He felt like a dog listening to his master, but today Kayla was the master and he needed her like he had never needed anything before. He had not been with a lot of women in his twenty-odd years of life, maybe five at the most, and none of them had ever felt the way Kayla had felt. She was innocence and need and desire and exotic eroticism all wrapped into one neat package, and just thinking about him made him want to burst with the thought of it.

No matter how much he felt like the dog, the dog obeyed and sat down on the couch, his feet firmly on the floor, watching Kayla watch him. She moved forward and bent down, the tops of her breasts at his eye level as she pulled at the zipper on his pants, exposing the blue boxers and the hardness beneath. She pulled the pants away, popping the button she had neglected, and had them and his boxers around his ankles before he could even breathe.

He reached out to her, ready to touch her, to grab her, to pull her to him, but she caught his wrists and gently pushed his hands away, still shaking her head. “No, you don’t get any control in this. The control is entirely mine.” She went to his lap, straddling his legs, and let him feel the warmth of her through her shorts. She sat directly against his hardness, gyrating her body over it, letting him feel her need and want, and still be tempted ultimately by that need.

She pushed Tristan’s hands down by his sides, rubbing her body against his as she did so. Her breasts rushed against his chest through their shirts and he tried to pull those hands upwards, to cup those breasts, but she only pushed his hands back down, shaking her head. “No,” she told him, her lips practically kissing his but still far enough away that it left him wanting.

“Kayla,” he whispered hoarsely, “this is torture.”

“It’s payback for all of the things you men have done to me,” Kayla whispered, her lips trailing close to his ear, her tongue flicking out and licking across the earlobe.

“What gives me that pleasure?” he asked.

“You’re the largest,” Kayla lied. It was not much of a lie; to be honest she could not tell the difference between Tristan and Grant, except for technique. Tristan, however, was there, and her need was growing while she teased him. It was time for him to feel the same torture that he gave her, that they all gave her.

Tristan seemed satisfied with her answer and allowed her to continue to tease him. She pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it behind the couch. She leaned down and teased his nipples, she leaned down and licked the love-line of hair, she slid down his legs and licked the top of the head, but just as quickly, she was standing, trailing her hands over her own body.

She started from her legs, trailing deft and delicate fingers up her body, then moved to her torso, pulling up the tank top just a bit, showing her belly button and stomach. She released the top before going too high and Tristan watched it ripple back down her body. At her breasts she cupped them, massaged them, giving them her own version of foreplay before going to him, pulling the tank top from around them and exposing the pinkness underneath. Tristan’s eyes widened and he reached out to her once more and one more she stepped out of reach.

“Kayla,” he was begging, wanting to enter her. She was still smiling that coy smile, her fingers going back down her body to the hem of her shorts. She caught them in her fingers and began slowly rolling them down her body, leaving her pussy bare and her body wanting. She kicked the shorts off into a corner and sauntered over to him.

Kayla slid into his lap, straddling his legs once more. This time, as she did, she gripped his hard cock and held it upwards towards her body, her pussy dripping onto the head and teasing it. She began to slowly ease her way down onto it and Tristan could take no more. He moved his hands to her waist and pushed her down so that he was completely thrust inside of her, deep into her, deeper than the angle of the bed had given him. He began to move his hips, dying for the motion of lovemaking, but instead Kayla began to raise herself off of him again, sliding so far up she was almost off of him. He cried out in need, gripping her hips and pulling her back down once again. They continued this teasing of bodies, her trying to pull up, and him slamming her back down. It was hard fucking, and both of them were crying out their joy of it. He watched her bouncy breasts wiggle in front of his face as he moved her. He moved so deeply inside of her, pushing so hard, he was surprise he could not see the head in her throat as she tilted her head back and howled her enjoyment.

He thrust into her, deeper and deeper, feeling her body tense around his. He kept moving, seeing her face contort in raw pleasure and he knew he was about to make her cum. He wanted to hear it, wanted her to lose the control she had gained over him, but instead she moved her body in just the right way, hitting the right spot for herself, then suddenly for him as well. It was like he had hit ecstasy in the small movement she made and instead he was the one who could not hold back. He felt himself cumming inside of her, pouring into her as she continued to spend all of his energies bouncing on him, leaning forward so her breasts tickled his face. Even after he began to lose the hardness she kept moving on him, dripping onto him, feeling every bit as impassioned.

She leaned forward and kissed his lips hard, nearly bruising them. She nibbled his lip and begged him, “More,” one hundred times. He felt her continue to move and he wanted more just as well, he wanted her so much his cock began to harden once more, though spent inside of her. He could not help himself, this beautiful nymph was desire incarnate and he wanted to fuck her until their brothers came home.

He had her leaned onto her back on the couch, and once more he was pounding into her, watching her jiggle and smile and cry out, when the front door opened. Tristan thought it was one of his brothers, and cared little if they saw him expending her entire reserve of energy, until he heard a very clear female voice clear her throat.

Kayla and Tristan pushed away in time to see their mother staring down at them, her fury in her eyes like no other. “I forgot my wallet,” she hissed through her teeth.

Kayla and Tristan exchanged a look and waited for the execution.


A/N: For those of you with concerns, or wishes, Mom is NOT going to join in. I just have no interest in that at all, and refuse to write it, so for those of you who wish to see it, I\'m sorry, it\'s not going to happen. For those of you who were hoping it wouldn\'t, you can breathe a sigh of relief.