18++( Big sister wants a roommate, brother has some conditions.))
Kyle's face was still a mix of terror and confusion, but he managed a nod, nonetheless. He lathered her shoulders and arms, spent considerable time soaping and rubbing her tits and taut nipples. Her tummy and hips. At her pussy, he paused, uncertain. He looked into her eyes and she looked lovingly back into his. She nodded. Kyle's soapy hand tucked between her legs, closed over the hot flesh of her pussy. Down and up, down and up. Allie closed her eyes and began to sway.
Kyle reached around with his free hand and grabbed ahold of her ass cheek to steady her. She moaned softly and spread her legs a bit wider, giving him better access for the task at hand. Obliged, he slid a finger into the slit between her labia, rubbed several times along its crease before finding her clit. Eyes still closed, Allie reached up with both hands and placed them behind his neck for support. He increased his attention to her pleasure button and she started grinding her pussy against his hand.
"Oh, fuck, Kyle! Don't stop that. PLEASE, don't stop that, it's been so long since I've been touched there." Her comment struck him as odd, for some reason. Kyle knew his sister was a solid 10, and that there would have been no shortage of drooling boys hovering around her at any given moment. He just always assumed she would be quite active sexually. It was comforting that such was not the case.
Kyle stepped in closer, slid his fingers deeper into her ass crack and pulled her in tight against him as his other hand increased its strumming of her soap-slickened clitty. Allie dropped her forehead against his chest and began to pant through her mouth. Soon, her wet, sexy body began to tremble, then convulse as an orgasm assaulted her senses.
"Goddamn! I'm cumming! Oh, fuck... Kyle!" Allie screamed. Her legs wanted to buckle beneath her but Kyle held her up by her pussy and ass. She screamed again as a second orgasm rocked her. She gasped, drew ragged breaths while trying not to collapse.
Pulling him down, Allie kissed her brother passionately, her lips searing his with her lust. With her need. The incestuous kiss was hot, and stole Kyle's breath from him. Brother and sister tongues came together for the first time, ravenous, eager for more. The kiss was long and frenzied, then Allie pulled free. She moved quickly to her knees and wrapped her hands around her brother's raging hard dick.
"Allie, I..."
Allie's mouth closed around Kyle's cock, ending his sentence. Her fingers wrapped around his balls, massaged them gently as she sucked his dick deeper into her mouth. Kyle's hands went to hold her head as it bobbed on his manhood. He couldn't believe how amazing she felt, sucking, swirling her tongue left and right beneath the sensitive underside of his shaft while sliding it in and out of her mouth. When she moved further forward, he felt his cockhead hit the back of her throat, its impact forcing a moan from him. She held him there for a moment, working his cock frantically with the tip of her tongue, feeling his grip tighten on her head. She pulled off and began to stroke him with both hands.
"I think you really like that," Allie purred. Kyle nodded, still clutching his sister's head. Allie gazed lustfully at the fat, meaty cock she was jacking. "Damn, bro, you grew a nice one. What is this, like nine or ten inches?"
"No, just a bit over eight," Kyle breathed, trembling from excitement. His gorgeous sister was actually sucking him off! His mind raced with the realization, and with what her desire for him to move in with her might mean.
"Well," she continued, her sexy voice soft and lusty, "it's the nicest one I've ever seen. Mind if I suck on this a little longer?" Kyle shook his head and she pulled him back deep inside her mouth and throat. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back, Kyle held onto her head for balance as she furiously bobbed on his stony cock. It was all he could do to not collapse, the sensations she was sending from his dick flooded up, overpowering all else. He was lost in the moment, floating in a void of ecstasy, hearing the distant voice of his sister, calling his name, again and again...
"Kyle!" she said loudly. "Damn, boy, you're hard as hell to wake up."
Kyle forced his sleepy eyes open, looked around groggily. He wasn't in the shower with his naked sister, getting the most incredible blow job of his young life. He was still sitting on the old sofa, slumped down, a mostly eaten pizza crust still in his hand.
"Where's the soap? What? What're we doing?" he mumbled, trying to sit up straight. He tossed the crust into the empty pizza box on the coffee table in front of him as he searched around for his sister. Standing behind him, Allie leaned over the back of the sofa and pulled his head back so he could look up at her.
"What we're doing is getting you ready for bed," she replied, leaning down so that their eyes were nearly bumping together. Kyle clenched his eyes shut.
"Ahh! Don't do that! Girl, you know that always creeps me out." Allie began to plaster his eyelids and forehead with rapid-fire butterfly kisses, complete with smoochie sound effects. Kyle's face twisted up in objection to the assault but he made no effort to escape. Every time she did this to him, he always acted like he hated it, but that was far from the truth. Kyle loved all the attention his sister would give him, even the impending-eyeball-torture trick. When the smoochfest reached a pause, Allie leaned a little further and planted a sweet, sisterly kiss on her brother's lips.
"I already called Dad and told him you were conked out on the couch, and that you'd be spending the night," she muttered, still keeping her lips pressed against his. Three quick butterfly smoochies on his mouth and Allie stood up and smacked Kyle on the side of the head.
"Owww!" Kyle whimpered, grabbing at the spot where he'd just been struck. "You kiss me then beat on me?"
"Yep, that's what they call 'tough love'. Now, get up and go take a shower. It's time for bed." Kyle stood up and started to make his way around the couch, then too late, he realized his dick was hard and tenting out the front of his shorts. Allie's eyes widened at the sight of it.
"Holy shit, Kyle! What the hell were you dreaming about?" Red-faced, Kyle tried to conceal matters as he hurried around the couch and headed for the bathroom.
"Whatever it was I can't remember because my rude sister woke me up from it."
Allie laughed as he disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Inside, he allowed himself a few moments to take some deep breaths and recover from the embarrassment. Kyle pulled off his t-shirt, kicked off his sneakers and sat down on the toilet to remove his socks. Allie's soft knock on the door startled him.
"Hey, Dream Boy, I have a robe you can wear after your shower. Just leave your clothes in there and I'll put them in the washer for you for tomorrow." The door opened and Allie's hand appeared inside, holding a pink, terry-cloth robe. Kyle stood up and took it from her.
"I don't think it's gonna fit me," he said through the door.
"It will fit well enough. Hurry up and take your shower, I need to get one, too."
Kyle hung the robe on the wall hook, finished getting undressed and got in the shower. Just as in his dream, the hot water was wonderful. He hoped the rest of his dream would come true, but time passed without such good fortune. His dick was still hard, though, and while he had thought to relieve himself of some sexual frustration, he decided not to. With his luck, Allie would walk in for something and catch him whacking off.
Kyle dried himself with one of his sister's mismatched towels, then tried to insert himself into the pink robe. It was ridiculously tight in the chest and shoulders, and would not close over in the front. He solved the problem of parading around behind his raging woody by wrapping the towel around his waist. As he gathered up his dirty clothes, he was horrified to see the thick splotch of pre-cum in his underwear.
"You almost done, yet?" Allie asked, tapping against the door. Kyle grabbed the washcloth he had just used, wadded it up and stuffed it inside his undies against the stain. Allie opened the door as he rolled his clothes together into a ball.
"Hey," he greeted, "just finishing up. I'll put these in the washer, but I won't start it until after you get your shower." Allie reached out and wrestled the clothes from his reluctant grip.
"No worries," she told him as she headed for the washing machine in the next room. "I got it. Okay, so look -- you're too big to sleep on the couch, and I'm not going to. You can bunk with me on the bed, so long as you don't snore like an ape and you stay on your side. Cool?" Kyle stepped out into the hallway.
"Yeah, that's cool," he replied. "And just for the record, everyone knows you snore louder than I do."
"Brat!" Allie closed the lid on the washer and headed back toward the bathroom. She brushed past Kyle and turned. "And since you don't like my robe, you might as well give it back." She extended her hand through the doorway, waiting. Kyle wrestled it back off and handed it to her, content with the towel wrapped around him.
In the bedroom, Kyle dropped the towel to the floor beside the bed and crawled in between the sheets. His head had just settled into the pillow when he realized he had forgotten to brush his teeth. Cursing his luck, Kyle got out of bed and wrapped the towel back around himself. On the edge of the bed, he sat and waited for his sister to finish showering.
