My Sister's Innocence

Stealing the Innocence of My Sister

All through out growing up I had wanted my sister. I do not know what it was about her that made her different from all of the girls. She was the one I wanted. She was the one I had to have. She was beautiful, in a way that no girl is truly beautiful and perfect. She did not have flawless skin, she often complained about a pimple that she easily concealed. Her waist was not a perfect hourglass; she could never be caught dead in a bikini. Her brown hair was not silk, it was windblown after a full day, no matter how she cared for it.

However, she was still beautiful, and men loved her. She had the breasts of a porn star and the pouting lips of a movie star. She had the perfect curve to her legs, and brown eyes that had a slight hint of green, something men always gave a double take to. She, however, was uninterested in the men that flirted with her. She flirted well, it was something that was in her blood, but she never wanted it to go any further than the innocent flirting that it was.

I watched her, as innocently as I could with our three other brothers always around and our mostly absent mother never truly taking an interest. She would bend over to pick up a piece of paper off of the floor, her skirts riding up and flashing Hello Kitty underwear beneath it all, and I would try not to stare when catching a glimpse of a plump ass that still made me hard. I would twist my hands into my pockets and try not to picture what her body looked like without those clothes, how her breasts would react to my very touch.

One particular day I sat with my sister in her room, while we both tried to study for exams while the television was showing Ashley Judd’s naked breasts once again on cable television. I looked up to in, uninterested in the stick figure on the television, and looked to the round curves that Kayla had to offer a man. I felt something growing tight in my pants and tried to look anywhere but at the cleavage her silken purple top was offering. The tops of those breasts were showing, the pale skin rosy from a fever she had only broke a day or so ago. The black skirt she wore was riding up her legs till I could see the very curve of her ass. I dropped my pencil and let it roll down towards that curve. When I went to pick it up I let my fingers trail the skin for only a second before apologizing to her. She did not even notice.

“Kayla?” I asked, watching her read intently on the book and chewing her bottom lip.

“Yes Grant?” she asked back, pushing back a strand of her hair.

“Why did you turn John down when he asked you out?” I asked her, breaking from my own slight reverie.

Kayla stopped her studying and turned to look at me with a look of disgust. “Because the obnoxious pig is a natural playboy. I am just not interested in those type of men.”

“What type of men are you interested in?” I asked jokingly, poking her with the eraser of the pencil.

She looked up at the ceiling, pretending to consider this question deeply. “I want the perfect man, Mr. Right all of the way. A man who will treat me like a true beauty, like the princess I deserve to be, and still be macho in all of the ways that he should be.”

“You will never find him.”

“I know.”

We were back to companionable silence, and I still could not tear my eyes from her. She flopped to her stomach to read the book, and once more I could see the curves of her ass as the skirt rode up towards her waist.

Why should I waste an opportunity? Our older brothers were out of the house, and we were left to fend for ourselves. Why would I not do this? There were a million reasons why I should not, but at the moment not one came to mind. All I could think of was the pain of growing so hard against my pants and the desire to run my hands all over her body.

I leaned over her, pretending to reach for the pen that was on the other side of her. My chest rubbed against her body, against the swell of her ass, and I felt her lift it towards me, joking, to bump me. She did not know what it was doing to me, but she was about to find out. I could not handle the pain of wanting any more.

I moved my hand swiftly and assuredly between her legs and cupped hard onto the part of her that was a secret to the rest of mankind. She cried out and started to turn to look at me, but I used my other hand to push her shoulders back down and keep her face down into the mattress. She began to squirm, and I hard her ask, “Grant, what are you doing?” but I could not answer. My fingers were slipping under black panties and feeling around the unexplored territory. I felt slick wetness and was suddenly more turned on than before. Had she wanted this? Had she felt the same pain that I myself felt every time I looked at her?

I pushed a finger inside of a tight hole and nearly gasped at the tightness of her. She really was as innocent as I thought. I explored the inside of her with that one finger, swirling it around inside of her, touching the edges and drawing it out, before placing it back in once more. I tested that innocence and enjoyed it more and more as she began to squirm, her legs tightening, her body trying to resist.

“Grant, stop!” she called to me, trying her best to free herself. She was weaker than me, and made weaker by the teasing I was doing to her pussy. She was trying to pull up, and then would slide down, causing a pumping motion of my finger, a motion that was making her wet while making her dry all at the same time.

“Kayla,” I moaned into her ear, trapping her earlobe between my lips, “I can not stop now.”

With one quick movement I had her flipped over and on her back. I trapped her wrists with one hand against the mattress, moving my other hand up her body to pull at the violet blouse across her breasts. The buttons popped easily away as I tore it down, revealing the black lace bra underneath. She tried to kick at me, to free herself from my grasp, but I would not let her. I used one leg to push down both of hers, and sort of straddled her while I pulled at that black lace bra, pulling it down to reveal full breasts and rosy nipples that pointed skyward at the air that touched them. I bent down and let my mouth ravish them, biting at her nipple and suckling on it, gaining small moans and noises from deep in her throat.

“Grant,” she moaned, in way of telling me to stop, but now she wanted it. I could feel her wetness through my pant leg, pushing my knees up towards her pussy to give her a weight upon it until I was the one giving her my full weight.

“I kneed you, Kayla,” I said hoarsely in her ear. “I need to fuck you, to take advantage of you, to just feel you.” I brought one of her hands down and ran it down the front of my pants so she could feel the length of me. She tried to pull away, frightened, but I would not let her. I made her feel it, touch it, enjoy it. I slipped her hand under the pants so her deft little fingers could tease across the head and I moaned at the need of fucking her. The head wanted to be slamming against something much more warm and wet than those fingers, though I was sure one day I could get her to enjoy that as much as I would. Now the need just to be inside of her, fucking her, was calling too hard.

“Stop,” she cried out when I pulled my pants away to reveal the hard cock, the length of it causing her eyes to go wide. She squirmed, trying to escape the pain that was about to come, but with every movement she made I only wanted her more.

I slid between her legs, allowing the head of my cock to rub against the precious lips of her pussy, feeling the slick wetness. I ran it a bit harder so it bumped the clit and caused a large moan from her lips that had her twisting under me. I ran it down and towards the gentle warmth that was calling for me, wanting me nearly as much as I wanted it. I slid the head in, feeling the tightness fighting me instantly. She was so tight, it was going to be a hard ride, and yet I could not wait.

She was crying out pain and wiggling beneath me, trying to release her hands from my grip, but I wanted to see her, all of her, while I fucked her. I wanted to see those large breasts bounce while I pumped her full of me, throbbing inside of her.

I pushed into her with more force than I intended and she screamed her pain. I did not stop for her to grow used to it, she would not, not this time. I just began to fuck my baby sister, pulling in and out, in and out, throbbing against her warm walls with a cock that was growing by the second. I pushed deeper and harder each time, and tears streamed down her face from pain and humiliation. I did not look to her face, I watched her breasts. With every hard pump I watched them bounce, and instead of meeting the rhythm of my lover I met the rhythm of her breasts, moving so they would move, so we both would bounce at once.

I rocked her back and forth, pounding her, pumping her, rocking her further. I wanted more, and more, and I wanted her so much I leaned down and bit into her side. She cried out again, and I sucked at her innocent skin while my body pumped into hers. I released her quickly, after leaving a bruise larger than my mouth on her body. I, however, did not stop my constant pumping of her body. She tightened around me, her legs instinctively doing what bodies do when being fucked. Her pussy, already tight enough from ill use, grew tighter as she called out many words, many sounds, and I continued to enjoy the feel of her slickness gripping my cock. The feel of the skin being pulled back and forth.

I could not take it any longer, I felt myself ready to come, and I knew I could not come inside of her. I was going to have to pull out, but my body was resisting. It did not want to come out of her, it wanted to keep going, to come inside of her, to fill her up with more of me than was already filling her.

Finally my body listened to my mind and I pulled out and gripped the cock just as it came, straight onto her stomach and breasts. She looked disgusted and shuddered, her body bruised and battered, and her mind not knowing how to grasp this whole situation.

I tried to react with a nonchalance I did not feel. “Let me go get you a towel.”