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  She continued, “Ok look, when I first walked in on my boss doing his secretary on that desk, I watched for a few minutes, before I quietly backed out. Then later, at home in my own bed, with you just down the hall, I thought about them. Only in my mind, I was bent over that desk, and it was you behind me. I played with myself that night, thinking of you.”

  “Is that wrong?” She asked me, wide eyed once again.

  I swallowed hard, her brazenness the last thing I expected. I had imagined many scenarios that ultimately ended with my stepsister and I rolling around together, but I’d never expected her to feel the same. I certainly never expected my sweet little sister to be so bold about it.

  As my brain whirled furiously, trying to figure out what I should do, Krista closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. Her tempting lips parted just slightly and that was it, I was in.

  I kissed her softly at first, not quite sure this was really happening. But her lips parted wider under mine, in invitation, and I didn’t think twice after that. Her tongue was warm, her kiss so different from my girlfriend’s.

  Amy, my girlfriend, was a force to be reckoned with. She kissed with everything she had, and she knew what she was doing. Kissing Krista was different.

  After her bold confession that she had masturbated with me in mind, her kiss wasn’t bold, it was questioning. It was soft, and sensuous, but unsure.

  I got the feeling that her bold plan ended here. She got me here under false pretenses that turned out to be real, but then she didn’t really know what to do with me now that she had me.

  I deepened the kiss, testing her. She confirmed my suspicions by meeting the heightened urgency of my kiss, but not taking over. She didn’t take advantage, or come on stronger. No, she sighed quietly instead, and melted into my kiss.

  That sigh, that melting, told me that she didn’t bring me here to fuck me. She wasn’t going to be content with a quick, hot roll in the hay. No quiet, winking passes in the hall at our parent’s later after she got her needs met and I had headed back to the real life of my girlfriend.

  She liked me as more than a quick fuck.

  I pulled back from her kiss and said, “Krista, I can’t. We can’t. You’re my sister, and you know I have a girlfriend. “

  She shocked the hell out of me when she said, “I know that. Look, here’s the thing. I’m old. I’m almost nineteen and I’m the last of all my friends to have sex. I have been waiting for ‘the right guy’ for so long, and I’m just tired of waiting. I like you. I’ve always liked you. And I think the reason that the right guy has never come along is because I compare them all to you. You have a girlfriend, not to mention the fact that our parents would kill us, so you will keep this to yourself. And from everything I’ve heard, the first guy never stays anyway. This way, I can finally get laid, and when the right guy comes along, at least I won’t be some old virgin, and I’ll already know what to do, you know?”

  Wow, I’d totally misread her.

  She pulled back from me a little, and after a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and tugged it up and over her head.

  I was breathless; after imagining this moment more times than I could count, here was my hot, sexy sister kissing me and pulling her top off. She sat in front of me in a silky black bra, her breasts almost spilling out of it.

  “Please.” She looked so earnest. “They won’t be home for hours yet. I’ve wanted this for a long time. I want it to be you. It’s always been you. I won’t ever tell, I promise.”

  My gaze slid over my sister’s full, barely covered breasts, and I was all done trying to be good. I leaned forward, meeting her lips with mine.

  Her kiss was hotter now, needy, and I gave up trying to be a gentleman. I pulled her onto my lap, facing me, kissing her hard, and starting to run my hands over her bare stomach and up to cup her breasts.

  They filled my hands, overflowing. Amy’s were so much smaller. I kissed down the side of her neck, aiming my face toward her swells. I slid a hand into one large cup, lifting her heavy breast out and finding her pebbly nipple with my tongue, just like I’d imagined in my dark bedroom for years. Who knew she’d been imagining the same things?

  She moaned above me as I pulled her nipple into my mouth, sucking softly. My other hand slid around behind her, finding and releasing her bra clasp with one quick tug.

  I lifted my mouth from her just long enough to completely remove her bra and toss it somewhere nearby.

  I took each breast in hand, squeezing them and running my thumb over her nipples. I watched as they hardened into tight little nubs. Her nipples were small, but the surrounding areolas were large, round and a deep rose pink.

  She moaned softly again, and arched her back, pressing her breasts more firmly against my mouth. I felt her hands slide behind my head, pulling me tighter. I sucked her nipple harder, drawing it deep into my mouth, and then releasing it just to lick and flick it with my tongue.

  She was straddling me and with every suck on her breasts her hips rocked against the bulge in my pants. I alternated kissing each breast and slid my hands down to cup her ass, helping her press harder against my cock. She rocked her hips in my hands, humping me, rubbing herself against me.

  My cock was already throbbing with need, but I was determined to take my time with her. I slid one hand lower, still cupping her ass but teasing the tips of my fingers along the crotch seam of her shorts. She was so warm and slightly moist even through her shorts.

  I brought my hand back up a bit, to the top of the waistband at her lower back, and slid my hand inside her shorts. I gave her ass a quick squeeze and then followed the curve of her ass back down, my hands seeking the wetness of her pussy from behind, under her shorts but still outside of her panties.

  She adjusted herself on my lap, allowing room for my hand to explore. Her panties were already soaked through, no wonder her shorts were damp. I felt my cock try to jerk, trying to free itself from my pants. Knowing my sister was soaking wet for me did strange things to my insides.

  I slid my fingers back and forth over the crotch of her panties, teasing the lips of her pussy through the thin fabric. She sighed in my ear and I stopped kissing her breasts and found her mouth with mine.

  Her kiss was wild now, desperately sliding her tongue against mine. Her hips rocked harder, making my fingers press between her pussy lips, only stopped by the soaked fabric of her panties from sliding deep inside her.

  I pulled my mouth from hers only long enough to ask, “Has anyone ever kissed your pussy before?”

  Her hips stopped rocking suddenly, and I thought maybe I had gone too far too soon. But a heartbeat later she answered by shaking her head no.

  “Can I?” I asked. “Can I be the one to kiss you there?”

  My fingers were still pressed between her legs and I felt the answering, involuntary squeeze in her muscles moments before she nodded yes. It seems the boldness from earlier had gone, along with her ability to speak.

  I pulled my hand from her shorts and pressed her hips backwards, urging her off of me just long enough to take her shorts off. She stood before me, suddenly shy.

  “Just the shorts then, leave your panties on. I’ll go slowly. I want you to remember this.”

  She nodded, almost more to herself than to answer me. “I’ve never...”

  “I know.” I said calmly.

  I added, “You invited me here, sis. You control this show. I’ll only go as fast as you want. You can stop this at any time.”

  She nodded again, more sure this time. She unbuttoned her shorts, wiggling out of them quickly and then looking at me, unsure.

  “Come.” I motioned. “Back where you were.”

  I guided her back onto my lap, straddling me. I’d lost momentum and needed to bring her back to mindless need again, back to rocking herself against me in the unconscious rhythm her body knew but her mind was fighting.

  Even though she now straddled me in nothing but a pair of sheer, wet panties, and my
cock was almost painfully throbbing with its own need, I backed up a few steps. I slid my hands into her hair, guiding her mouth back to mine.

  I kissed her slowly, only deepening the kiss when I felt her responding again. I waited until her arms slipped around my neck, pulling me tight and arching her breasts against my chest to start exploring her body again.

  I slid down to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them, pinching and rolling her nipples in my fingers before my mouth left hers. I kissed a trail back to her breasts, kissing every inch and drawing her nipples into my mouth.

  I felt her thighs spread, settling herself more firmly on my lap before my hands slid down to tease her ass again. My fingers followed the familiar route, sliding over her panties, cupping her ass. My fingertips teased the crotch of her panties again, until I felt her pressing herself against them.

  I pulled my fingers away from her, locking my arms around her waist and with a quick roll, she was underneath me lengthwise on the couch. I felt her surprised squeal and silenced it with my mouth on hers.

  She kissed me back, wrapping her legs around my waist. I broke the kiss again, and started kissing a trail down her neck, over her breasts, and slowly down her stomach. I felt her swift intake of breath as my kisses found the warmth between her legs.

  I kissed my sister, over her panties. I could smell her need and it was all I could do not to yank her panties aside, pull myself finally free from my pants and sink my cock deep into that musky wetness.

  Instead I licked her wet slit, pressing her panties into her skin with my tongue. She repaid my patience with a deep moan, and I settled my tongue over her clit, moving gently. Her thighs widened and her breathing got faster, so I gently tugged the crotch of her panties aside, and for the first time in her life a tongue licked her slowly from one end of her soft pink slit to the other, and it was mine.

  I flicked her bared clit with the tip of my tongue and felt her jump under me. As her hips rocked to meet me, begging for more, I started licking circles around her swollen clit while slowly sliding a finger between her lips and into her tight virgin hole.

  The sound that escaped her lips almost made me come in my pants and I started finger fucking her faster, drawing her clit into my mouth, sucking on it, before licking circles once again.

  I was determined to make her come like this, to have her lost in her orgasm before I slid myself into her, but my erection demanded to be free. So as I licked her and explored every inch of her virgin pussy with my tongue, I slid my hand down and undid my pants. I pulled myself free and wrapped my palm around my thick cock, giving it a few quick strokes before sliding my fingers back into her wet pussy.

  I slid two fingers into her as my mouth sucked and licked her clit, then added a third. I finger fucked my writhing sister until I felt the muscles in her thighs tighten. I knew she was close, her breathing was ragged, her head rocked back and forth on the couch. I replaced my tongue on her clit with my thumb, and slid my thumb back and forth, as my fingers filled and stretched her tight hole.

  I started kissing my way back up her body, readying myself to slide into her as she came. I kissed her mouth, my tongue dancing with hers. I pulled my fingers from her slick hole, replacing them with the very tip of my cock.

  I grabbed myself, sliding the bulbous head of my throbbing cock over her slit, pressing it just against the entrance to her sweet, virgin tunnel. I kept it there, almost inside, but not quite as my thumb circled and pressed on her slick clit.

  As I kissed her, I drew her tongue farther into my mouth, sucking on it as my thumb rubbed faster and faster. She pulled her mouth from mine, finally speaking again, “Oh God, I’m going to come, don’t stop. Oh fuck, big brother, don’t stop.”

  As soon as I felt her body tighten under mine, I thrust, sliding my cock fully inside her. I kept my thumb moving against her clit, and thrust forward, filling every inch of her with my cock.

  I stayed still, perfectly still inside her, until I felt her throbbing pussy start squeezing me with every wave of her orgasm. I knew then that any pain caused by having a cock enter her virgin pussy for the very first time was dulled by the waves of her orgasm.

  Once I felt her orgasm squeeze me again and again, I pulled almost out of her and then drove deep once again. I knew it wouldn’t take me long so I just buried myself in her again and again.

  She was so tight, so slick, that once I started fucking her I couldn’t stop. I drove into her hard and fast, but she met me thrust for thrust.

  “Son of a bitch, I’m going to come again. Oh yes, oh God yes, harder brother. Why did I wait so long? Fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  And I did. I reached down and grabbed both of her knees, swinging them up into her armpits and buried my cock into her needy pussy over and over.

  I heard her wondrously moan, “Oh fuuuckkk.”

  And with that sweet sound I felt everything in me tighten, and then release in gushing spurts. I filled my sister’s tight pussy with rush after rush of hot, white, sticky cum until I collapsed in exhaustion on top of her.

  She wrapped her legs around my waist once again, and I felt her start running her fingers through my hair as we both lay there in a spent heap.

  Minutes later, after we recovered a bit and I pulled myself from her, I wasn’t sure what to say. Would she regret tonight?

  I helped her up and she headed to the bathroom with her clothes in hand to clean up. While she was gone I popped off a quick text to Amy, begging off of our date tonight. I told her I’d explain later, buying myself at least until tomorrow to figure out what to do.

  I dressed and waited, wondering what Krista would say when she came out.

  I watched her enter the room, shy once again. She barely met my eyes. I started to say something, but she beat me to it.

  “I, umm... Can we do this again next time I babysit? Or even just when our parents leave?”

  I smiled at her, guiding her lips to mine for a kiss with a hand under her chin and said, “Anytime, little sister. Anytime.”

  The End

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  Revenge in the Shower by Cerise Lush

  I was still red in the face from what happened, even though it had been a full week since that truly and awfully embarrassing day. Just thinking about it, ugh! I couldn’t believe what Dick had done to me. Dick! What an appropriate name for an asshole of his caliber. To think that we had shared our childhood together only made the temperature of my blood skyrocket, and made my heart pound. I continued to sit in the darkness of my bedroom, away from all of the eyes of guys who were surely fantasizing about taking me at this point. If only they could see me right now, in even less clothing than in that terrible video. If only they could see under the blanket at my hard nipples and wet pussy. But that was wrong to think about, I would never give any of those losers at college a second glance, even though I was sure they were all stroking their hard dicks, hunched over their monitors, watching my body.

  I had to focus! Only the glow of my laptop illuminated the lavender walls, and in the source of the monitor I stared at the search engine results for my query:

  “Revenge prank.”

  Just as I started to press my fingertip across the laptop’s touch pad to scroll through the results, there was a loud knock on my door.

  “What is it?” I asked impatiently.

  “Can I come in?” I recognized the voice immediately.

  “Piss off, Dick! I’m never, ever talking to you again!”

  There was silence, and then a clicking and a sliding
.

  “What are you doing? I told you to piss off! What’s so hard to understand about that Dick?” I stuttered, my heart racing harder.

  A louder click followed, and then the doorknob turned. The door opened, and Dick stood in the door frame, lit up from behind by the hallway light. He stood shirtless with only a pair of boxers on and his slippers. I couldn’t help but notice his fantastic physique; his defined abs, broad shoulders, and muscular chest immediately distracted me from everything I had been thinking about just a brief second earlier. While checking him out, I felt a rush of heat run down between my legs, and a shiver in my spine. My eyes trailed down toward the outline of his cock in his boxers, and the warmness started to become wetness.