Birthday Surprises

Please note, this was written as the result of an incredibly boring lecture. Its inspired by the smut books I've been reading recently, so obviously is UBER cheesy.

The characters are both my own creations. There may be a new story of them in the future, but this is a one off.

Please enjoy!

(*~Story~*)

Amelia grinned deviously at her brother sitting opposite her on the small craft. He grinned back with a cheeky wink. Stifling a giggle with her hand, she pulled her gaze away. It was her birthday, and as a surprise, Jules had rented a small boat for the day to take her out for a picnic on the river behind their house. Before long, they'd met other out enjoying the glorious weather, which had started their game of dare.

The aim was to do something that would disrupt the peaceful days of the other river goers, followed by daring the other sibling to do something worse. Jules had just taken his dare, so now it was Amelia's turn.

Jules had removed his top in his turn, showing off his extensive collection of tattoo's covering his heavily muscled torso. In this area, his actions were the equivalent of asking a passer by for public sex. It hadn't taken long for someone to become annoyed and offended. Now, scanning the crowd, he was sure Amelia would refuse to continue with the game and declare him the victor.

"Okay Milly, Do. Your. Worst." Jules said, staring at his sister. He pointed at a boat nearby housing and elderly couple eating strawberries and drinking some kind of wine. Amelia shrugged and placed her finger on her lips, as if considering what would be the best course of action. Jules steered closer to the couple, so certain of his win that he did not notice his sisters devilish grin.

"Oh, how warm it is today! I surely wish there was a way to cool down!" Amelia called loudly enough to catch the atention of the elderly couple. Standing, Amelia glanced around.

"Oh, I have an idea..." she said, trailing off as her hands rose to the buttons of her sundress. Nimbly, she undid the buttons, revealing more and more flesh, until it fell around her ankles exposing her body to the world. She fanned her face with her hand, posing the other on her hip.

Jules spluttered a short cough, looking at the discarded dress. Before him stood his sister, naked. This was not something he had thought of, nor had he know his sister did not wear lingerie. Amelia smiled at the sound of his spluttering and went back to her seat, waving to the elderly couple as she did so.

Jules had to admit; she had bested his best efforts to win. Seeing his sister in all her glory, he felt his mind stir, as well as other things. He shook his head, hoping to rid it of the images he had of his little sister.

"Okay, you win milly. Get Dressed now. I can't go any further." He announced, reaching for his top. Amelia stopped him.

"I dare you to match me, Jules. I dare you to be naked too."

Jules looked at her a moment. "Just naked? Wait... You're my sister... You dared me though...." He said, fractioning his sentences. His eyes wandered over to her body, drinking in her delicate curves. Before he was aware, his hands reached for the fly of his jeans.

As he undid the fly, he drank in the sight of his sister. Her skin was so smooth, her body curved in the right places. As she breathed, her breasts raised and settled. Her nipples had hardened in the breeze, forming round, puckering buds. His gaze lowered to the top of her legs, where a smattering of soft curls framed the most delicate of her areas. All of this made Jules's breathing shorten. Amelia had achieved the reaction she'd hoped for.

"Come to me Jules." Amelia demanded, opening her arms for him. He stepped forward obediently, his jeans now undone. Amelia slid forward to the edge of her seat, letting Jules view more of her.

"Take the jeans off, now." She ordered him, placing one of her hands on his stomach, sliding the other down her own body. Teasingly, she drew one of her fingers along herself, prying herself apart just enough for him to react with a throb of his groin. He hurriedly dropped his jeans and boxers, letting them fall around his ankles.

Smiling, Amelia moved her head forward, stopping dangerously close to the long hardness of him. Gazing upwards, she poked out her tongue, drawing a line across the head of him, making him gasp and grab onto her shoulders. Taking this as encouragement, she pushed her head forward, taking him into her mouth, inch by inch. Her lips wrapped around him, savouring the taste as she drew back, her tongue sliding along his shaft.

Jules shuddered as she sucked and licked him for a few moments. God, his sister was talented. He wondered where she'd learnt to do that but his thought was interrupted as she moved off of his length.

"Take me Jules, Please," She begged, lying back enough to give room for him to kneel and enter her. Jules didn't need asking twice, and he swiftly got to his knees. He stared at her momentarily, before pushing fiercely into her.

She gasped, not realising how big he actually was. She felt tight around him, but slowly she opened to him. Jules closed his eyes as she writhed against him. As she pushed onto him, a gruff growl was drawn from his throat. He leant forward and took the mound of her breast into his mouth. As he massaged her with his tongue, he pulled his cock out of her, and then rammed himself back into her.

Jules moved his hips forward and back, finding a rhythm that drew gasped from his sister and felt good to him also. Amelia raised her hands to his arms, matching his rhythm and digging her nails into his flesh gently. She gasped as he moved into her, and as his tongue flicked across her nipple with enough pressure to feel good.

Jules arched his back, ripping his mouth away from Amelia's breast, as he felt himself growing closer to his finish. Her pounded harder into her, small moans passing his lips with each thrust. Similarly, louder sighs and groans came from Amelia. She felt herself closing in on her own finish, and lowered her right hand to her clit. She rubbed in circular motions, feeling the warmth of orgasm flush through her body. She cried out an animalistic sound of pleasure, rubbing more fiercely.

Hearing his sisters cry of pleasure, Jules increased the speed of his thrusting, pushing himself into finishing as she writhed with her own orgasm. A masculine sound pushed itself between Jules's gritted teeth as he spilled his seed into her.

Reeling in the buzz of orgasm, the brother and sister lay under the sun a few moments before their senses recovered. The dressed in silence, not sparing a glance for one another. What had happened shouldn't have, and it shouldn't have felt so good. But it had happened, and it had felt good.

As Jules directed the boat home, Amelia spoke.

"I think you won Jules." She said, avoiding his gaze. A smile crept across her lips however, remembering the rules of their game. She had to go one better.

"Well, its MY birthday soon Amelia... We could always, you know, carry on?" He suggested, just as they reached the dock at the end of their garden.

"Yes... we could... nothing quite like a birthday surprise... is there?"