This is my first ever story so feedback would be highly appreciated, positive or not.
I often find myself having lucid dreams. The large majority of the time, they lead to things getting sexual. The girl involved is always someone I know in real life. Thinking about it now, I think this is why I blur the line between friends and potential lays when I look at the girls around me. I see them in my dreams. They straddle me and I look into their eyes as I enter them, their hips rock back and forth. Our lips touch and our bodies embrace. And then I wake up and see them in real life, and some part of my mind becomes infatuated with them.
Though, this dream felt so different. So much more powerful. So real. I watched as Lyla hid herself under the covers, her beautiful brown eyes giving me one last sly smile as her hands placed themselves onto my crotch. She gave my hardening cock a squeeze before pulling down my pants and getting to work. She wasn’t shy or gentle. I placed a hand on her head as she spat onto my member. Her hand quickly and effectively stroked while her tongue swirled around my tip. I let out a soft moan.
“Ly-Ohhh.” Without warning, she took all of me into her. She wasted no time, moving from tip to shaft in barely a blink of an eye. She was practically milking me.
“Am I doing a good job, Daddy?” She purred, before pouncing on me once again. The ends of her black hair lay on my stomach.
“Lyla. Uhh. We shouldn’t be doing this.” But I found my hand pushing her head deeper and deeper into me as I spoke. Like half of me knew what I was doing, but the other half didn’t care.
She didn’t try to resist my hand, giving me full control of her. Muffled moans escaped her mouth. She was loving this.
I took a second to enjoy this moment. The feeling of Lyla’s lips, moving down the head of my member before slamming into my base. Her tongue sliding along the shaft. And yet still, a voice in the back of my head rang at me like a scolding parent.
“We-we should stop.”
“C’mon Aly. I know you can’t get me out of your head.” She continued stroking as she talked, one hand bouncing up and down as the other played with my tip. “I know you fantasize about my tight, fit body. These full, double-D tits. I bet you’d even take my virginity if I let you. And you know, you know I’d let you.
“Fuck.” I let out. Her words sang to me like gospel, but I knew I would never want to steal my little sister’s innocence. The notion of corrupting Lyla’s sweet, kind soul gnawed at me. The girl who’s always so cheery and vibrant. The girl who’s always looking up to me. The girl who’s grown up with me. No. I could never do this to her.
But as these pure, heartfelt thoughts fooled my mind, I found myself sat up. I panted and huffed, my hand forcing this poor girl to take my throbbing tool. Her chokes and squirms only pushed me closer to the edge. Her split pooled down my shaft as my thighs thrusted up; She became a mere item of possession, created for a single purpose. My pleasure.
As I neared my release, my head tilted back and my eyes came close to shut. The blanket slid back, barely revealing her soft, but insatiable, blue eyes. We made eye contact for just a second before I exploded into her, my semen pouring into her throat as she coughed and choked. But she took it all without spilling a drop. I fell back onto the pillow as I heard her swallow. She crawled onto my chest, her brownish hair spilling across my chest. I planted a soft kiss on Lindsey’s forehead, looking out her window as the run rose. There’s nothing like morning head to wake you up, unless of course you happen to be dreaming of another girl (Even worse, your own sister).
“That was so hot, Aly. I love it when you take control like that!”
“I was hoping I didn’t get too rough with you there.”
“Oh, c’mon. You know I can take it.” She gave me a devious grin.
Our lips met, forming a deep kiss as I placed my hand on the side of her neck. She cuddled up to me, facing the window.
“Look at that sunrise! I wanna get some pictures.” Lindsey reached over and grabbed her phone.
“Don’t you want some pictures of yourself in there?” I asked as she snapped some photos.
“I doubt that would look good, you know?” She replied, but I had an idea.
“Trust me. Let me try something.”
She passed me her phone and stood up, her slender, but beautiful, physique was painted by the rays of the sun.
“Yikes, my hair is a mess.” She looked into her bedroom mirror. “Let me tie it up first.”
She then walked over to her closet in an attempt to put on some clothes, but I motioned for her to go towards the window.
“I’m sorry, are you trying to take nudes of me?” She asked, half laughing.
“Just-just trust me.” I motioned for her to move to the window again.
“How do you want me to pose?”
“Umm, sexily?” We both let out a laugh.
She positioned herself and I began taking pictures, focusing the camera on the sun instead of her.
“You know if you really wanted nudes, you could’ve just asked.” A smile spread across her face.
“I’m not trying to get nudes!” I could tell she wasn’t taking me seriously, but I knew she’d change her demeanor once she saw what I captured.
“Take a look.”
I flipped the phone and an impression of amazement filled her face.
“Wow! I guess I should’ve trusted you.”
“Told you.” I raised my shoulders nonchalantly.
The sun had formed a silhouette of her incredible body against the window. Although you couldn’t see the colours of her body, you could tell she was naked. The darkness accented her curves, running from her partially-hard nipples all the way to her soft, full thighs. She looked absolutely stunning.
“Didn’t know there was a photographer in you. I gotta send this to some of my girls!”
Her parents happened to be on a business trip, but her siblings were still home so we had to be careful. Of course we were now ‘a thing’ but I still didn’t think it was a good idea for her siblings to walk in on us naked in bed. As I watched her text back and forth with her friends, I found myself imagining a relationship with her. Going to school with her everyday, meeting her family, going on dates and buying her gifts.
“Damn, she’s got me hooked!” I thought to myself, though maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
“Oooo, one of my friends told me I should paint it. That may not be a bad idea.” She exclaimed, still struck by how good the picture came out. “Elena’s asking me who took the picture. What should I say?”
Oh shit! I didn’t even consider that the ‘girls’ she was sending this picture to could have included Elena. Thinking about it now, they had been getting a lot closer since class started.
“Uh… maybe say you stood your phone up and used a timer.”
“Aly, you said last night you wanted a real, long-term relationship with me. That means going public to at least our friends.”
“And I meant what I said. But I want to tell Elena about us myself.”
“Aren’t you guys super close though? Doesn’t she already know that we’ve been meeting up?”
“She knows but, I haven’t really updated her on how serious things have become.”
She kissed me on the cheek.
“You should probably tell her before we see her at school, Monday.”
“Okay, will do.” I assured.
Lindsey walked into the bathroom, leaving me alone on the bed. I knew that I had dug myself into a hole when it came to Elena but I knew there was no way I could straight up tell her about Lindsey and I. The best case scenario would probably be her accepting Lindsey as another friends with benefits of mine. No, that wouldn’t work. She would never believe that Lindsey went for a short term relationship all of a sudden. Fuck!
As I sat there stressing about Elena, I felt my phone buzz. And speak of the devil.
“Hey, can we meet right now. I’m really fucking horny all of sudden.”
That’s awfully forward of her, but I guess we don’t really have a reason to sugarcoat it anymore. It was also 8 in the morning. Why was she craving relief this early?
Lindsey walked back into the room, still nude.
“Hey, let’s hang out for the rest of today. If you have nothing planned.” She asked me.
“Umm…” I looked down to see a picture of Elena’s soaking wet pussy on my phone.
“Jesus Christ! This girl is shameless!” I thought to myself.
“If you’re busy, that’s okay-”
“No, no.” I cut her off. “Let’s do it.”
I replied to Elena, trying to sound as genuine as possible.
“Sorry Elena, you’ll have to get yourself off this time.”
“Aly I just sent you a picture of my pussy, ready to be fucked, and you’re turning me down?”
“Elena, it’s 8 am. Maybe we can meet sometime later in the evening?”
“Fuck off.”
“What’s got you so riled up right now anyways?”
“Well if I’m being honest with you, it’s Lindsey. She just sent me the sexiest pic I’ve ever seen.”
Holy fuck. I was a little disappointed I couldn’t connect the dots myself, but I completely forgot Elena had a thing for Lindsey!
“Sooooo wanna help me out :) .” She sent.
“Sorry Elena. As much as you know I’d love to, I have some important stuff I need to take care of.”
She replied with a middle finger. I chuckled softly to myself. I knew exactly how to get Elena’s approval for Lindsey and I, without losing her either.
Lindsey’s siblings both slept in till about 11, so we took the time to make some breakfast together. We cooked eggs, bacon, sausages, and pancakes, making some extra for her siblings. I felt like an imposter. Here I was eating breakfast with this beautiful girl, watching her laugh and smile and look at me with such smitten eyes. And yet, I didn’t feel the need to rip off her clothes and bend her over the table (Of course if she did bend over the table, I’d be a fool not to do anything about it). That feeling inside me, the voice in my head telling me to look at her breasts and ass and imagine myself inside her. The voice that usually eats away at me, whether I’m awake or asleep. It wasn’t gone, but I felt a lot more stable. Balanced.
We decided to go for a long run once the food had digested. She put on some black shorts and a sky-blue sports bra. I had her beat for speed and stamina but she was able to keep up without too much struggle. Luckily I didn’t live terribly far, so we ran all the way to my place to pick up some clothes. I caught up with my parents for a bit, telling them I slept over at some friend’s place last night. I apologized for not telling them beforehand and after a bit of arguing, they settled down. I told them I was going to my friend Lindsey’s house, and they let me go without much hassle. I didn’t think it was smart to let my parents know about our relationship just yet, at least not until I had dealt with Elena. As we began making our way back, I failed to notice the silhouette of a girl watching us from her bedroom window.
Once we got back to Lindsey’s, I met her siblings for the first time. She had a younger brother and sister, Isaac and Clara. I felt a little nervous hearing Lindsey introduce me as her boyfriend for the first time, but I knew that this was pretty much ‘pregaming’ for telling Elena. Though, I did still have a plan in mind for that.
We both showered and freshened up, unfortunately having to take showers separately for the siblings’ sake. I changed into the extra clothes I brought, walking out of the bathroom to Lindsey in some short-shorts and her Rammstein’s Mutter tee shirt. Her brother and sister eventually went to do their own things and we settled down together on the couch. Lindsey brought over a blanket, some snacks and some liquor as well.
“I like where this is going.” I gave her a smile.
“I don’t get to drink too often but my parents shouldn’t be back till late tonight.” She explained. “But no funny business, my siblings are in their rooms!” She put a finger to my chest, trying to look serious even with a smirk on her face.
“Okay, okay. I hear you.” I replied.
We cuddled up with the blanket around us and put on a movie. Just sitting there with her, the warmth of her body as she lay against me, was more than enough for me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. I felt so at peace.
“We take a shot every time someone dies?” She suggested.
“You’re so on.” I replied with a cocky tone.
A lot of people died in that movie.
As the film neared its end, Lindsey repositioned herself so her butt was directly on my crotch. I felt the alcohol taking its toll as blood rushed down to my penis. I readjusted myself out of respect to Lindsey, considering she said “no funny business”. However, it seemed the drinking had affected her pretty heavily too. She looked at me with a sly smile before pushing her ass into my semi-hard boner, gently rocking on it. I placed a hand on her inner thigh and she took my other hand into hers. Her pants and soft moans filled the room as I turned back towards the stairs, making sure no one had stumbled onto us.
“Fuck, I don’t know what happened. I guess I had too much to drink. I’m just so horny all of sudden.” She admitted, her speech slightly slurring.
I began planting kisses on her neck, making my way up to her ear. I let the hand on her thigh explore deeper into her nether regions. To my surprise, she grabbed my hand and held it in place. She began humping into it, and I felt her wetness through those thin shorts. I nibbled on her ear while Lindsey continued pressing back and forth between my hand and my dick.
“You’re really fucking turned on, aren’t you?” I teased.
“I’m sorry.” She panted. “I just can’t help it.” She slipped my hand into her panties and I took control, letting my fingers run around her clit.
“Oh fuck, Aly!” She let out.
In all honesty, I was doing my absolute best to hide just how wasted I was. I had done this enough times to the point where I could please a girl through muscle memory, but I could tell I was moving a bit sluggish. I ran my other hand up her shirt. Luckily for me, she wasn’t wearing a bra. I groped her like I’d never touched a pair of tits while she continued bucking her hips.
It worked out that the living room, where we were now, was one floor down and on the exact opposite side of where her younger siblings’ rooms were. With the alcohol in our system, we weren’t exactly focused on being subtle.
“Ohh Aly, you’re so fucking good with your hands.” I guess I wasn’t being as sluggish as I thought.
I rubbed my thumb and index fingers around her nipples, giving slight pinches. My raging member was practically begging to be released, having been pressed against her ass for what felt like days.
“Lindsey, I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside you.”
“Mmm just take me, Aly.”
I lifted Lindsey off me and pulled down my pants, albeit not very smoothly, and she did the same with her shorts. She revealed her soft, round ass to me and I couldn’t help but give it a nice spank. She gave a happy yelp and threw off the blanket. I pulled her back onto me so we were both facing the TV, and slid myself inside her. I put my hands on her waist, controlling her rhythm.
I usually prefer an appetizer or two before the main course but with the drinks in my system, I just couldn’t help myself. It seemed Lindsey felt the same way. She bounced on me like a rabbit and the sounds of flesh slapping filled the house. I gave her ass another smack and watched it jiggle as she sprung up and down. I was really hoping those kids were asleep, and Lindsey wasn’t holding back with her vocals either.
“Aly! Fuck! Ohhhh, oh my god!”
“Lindsey, you feel amazing!” I regretted never trying drunk sex before this. With the liquor in my system, I felt like I could go for hours.
As she continued imitating a cowgirl on my cock, I took a second and laid back on the couch. I watched as her dark brown hair bobbed in sync with her ass. Her head tilted up as she let out moans of pure bliss. All that running and stamina training had turned her into a workhorse, but I felt a little bad letting her do all the heavy lifting.
“Fuck, fuck, sooo fucking go–” Without warning, I lifted her up and pushed her body down into doggystyle, with my hand forcing her face into the couch. We now faced the window to the driveway.
“Ohhh, Aly. Take me. This pussy is all yours.” She cried muffledly.
I pulled her ass up and towards me, and a loud slap echoed around the living room as I entered her without hesitation. There was not a thought in my head besides pining Lindsey. Not a thought of how loud we were, when her parents were home, or what a condom was. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, thrusting deep and rough into her hole as my other hand groped her tight ass.
“Holy shit. Aly, fuck, I’m getting close.”
“Yeah?” I spanked her, hard.
“Yeah, just like that. Just like that!” She whined, her sloshing pussy beginning to contract.
I kept up my pace, pounding long, deep strokes into her.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” She let out in unison with my thrusts.
“Cum on my cock, baby. Let it out for me.”
I had to quickly push her face into the couch to drown out her screams of ecstasy. I felt her juices envelop my, ever-so-hard, cock as her body shook softly.
“Aly…oh my god…so good.” She managed to utter.
But I wasn’t done. I gave her body a chance to catch its breath, planting kisses along her neck and back. I - still inside of her- carefully flipped Lindsey onto her backside. She looked at me with deep, loving eyes as she placed her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a deep, sensual kiss. Our tongues met as I felt her breasts press into my chest through her shirt.
“Ready for more?”
“You’re just a machine today aren’t you?” She jested.
“Hey, it’s your fault for getting me drunk!” We shared a laugh. “And speaking of drunk.”
I grabbed the opened bottle and took a couple healthy swigs. She watched me with a smile before opening her mouth. I took the hint, pouring what I thought to be a shot-worth. She swallowed and I couldn’t help myself but kiss her.
I tasted the tequila on her tongue as my hips began moving in slow, gentle strokes. Our eyes held each other's gaze as her mouth formed an ‘oh’. I found myself getting lost in those ocean-blue eyes, like nothing else, no one else, mattered when we were together. I moved my hands to her neck, squeezing just lightly.
“It’s okay.” She assured, placing her hands on my lower back. “I trust you.”
I strengthened my grip and her eyes slightly widened, but she flashed me a smile. I began thrusting harder, each stroke pushing me closer to my release. She used her arms to pull me into her; I hit as deep as possible each time I entered. As I let our lips reacquaint themselves, I felt a light shone into my eyes. I looked up to see a car pull into the driveway.
“Oh fuck!”
Lindsey, having lost track of time, flipped around to see her parents’ car.
“Aly, you have to leave! My parents will kill me!”
“Okay, I’ll go through your backdoor.” I stood up, stumbling into the coffee table while grabbing my pants. I instantly regretted taking those extra sips. I felt lightheaded and woozy, but still managed to make my way to her door as she put the liquor back.
I thanked my past self when I realized I parked between her house and the next, instead of on her driveway. She locked the door behind me as I left. I heard the door from the garage to the kitchen open as I made my way to her fence. Even in my stupored state I still manage to climb over with ease. I entered my car but waited until her parents went upstairs before turning it on, as to not be too conspicuous. Before I left, I decided to send her a text.
“Hey, I hope things worked out. The liquor’s hitting me now. I want you so fucking bad (There were definitely some spelling mistakes in there, but that’s what I meant to say).”
I sure as hell wasn’t expecting the night to end with me getting blue balled. I was so close too. Fuck!
I started driving towards my house. I’m not proud of the fact that I drove that night but I wasn’t planning to sleep in my car outside Lindsey’s house. If it means anything, I got her reply pretty much right away but didn’t open it till I was in my driveway.
“I’ll be at yours in 10 minutes.”
What?
I got out of my car and reread my message to see what exactly I said.
“Sounds about right.” I muttered.
Then I read who I sent the message to. Elena.
Fuck!
A car suddenly pulled up along the sidewalk. I recognized it as Elena’s Dad’s car. She rolled the window.
“Get in!”
I hesitantly made my way into the car once I realized I couldn’t tell her my message was meant for someone else.
“Glad to see you actually made some time for me.”
“Hey, in my defense, I said we could probably meet in the evening.”
“Fuck you weren’t kidding, you’re drunk as shit!” I thought I sounded just fine so that was a little concerning.
She drove a little ways off to some secluded area.
“C’mon, let’s hop in the back.”
I realized my case of the blue balls was solved. I positioned myself on top of her, grinding into her as she took off her top.
“Oh? Someone’s excited all of a sudden.”
“Didn’t you read the text? I want you, Elena.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to work for me.” A conniving smile formed across her lips. “Take off my pants.”
I slid down Elena’s shapely legs and pulled down her jeans, looking up at her as she moved the bluish-black hair away from her eyes. She put a hand on my head and pushed me into her already-sopping wet snatch.
As I got to work, licking and kissing around her clitoris, I felt my rock-hard tool pressed up against the leather seats; The wait was unbearable. It craved the sweet release, and here was my beautiful fuckbuddy ready to save the day! I took two fingers and rubbed them across her entrance, teasing.
“Put them in, I’m already soaked!”
I obliged, wanting my turn to come as fast as possible.
“Ohhh, yes. That’s it. Yes, fuck!” There wasn’t a soul around to hear us, so Elena had no problem expressing how she felt.
I upped my pace, getting into a good rhythm with my fingers as my tongue danced about her swollen clit. The car windows could barely stopper her moans. I took my spare hand and placed it on her neck. Though, she moved it onto her breast - gently but purposely. It made me appreciate Lindsey even more. As I looked up to meet her eyes, I noticed she was distracted on her phone. Did the alcohol screw up my game? Then it came to me. She was getting off from looking at something on the screen.
Oh my god. That picture of Lindsey!
A smile formed on my face. One, because you’re welcome for that photo. And two, because it showed me just how perfect my plan is.
“Oh yeah, just like that. Ohhh Li-.” We made eye contact. I gave her a look. One that read I knew exactly what she was thinking, and I was okay with it. After all, she had already admitted her fiending to me this morning. She had nothing to lose.
“Hmmm, Lindsey.” She let out in a whisper, as if testing the waters. I could tell she was getting more turned on; Her eyes immersed by the screen. I slipped in a third finger, receiving an equivalent reaction. Her heavy breathes and lustful moans were more than enough to keep me rock-hard, and the fact she was getting off to the girl I was just inside of. Chef’s kiss!
I knew she was nearing her end when her hips started bucking into my face, her hand holding me in place as she played with my hair. I kept up my pace, watching her face as she got closer and closer to cumming for my girlfriend.
“Mmm, yes…just like that, baby!”
“Mmm.” I moaned in response. I was enjoying this a little too much.
“Ohhh, Lindsey!” She climaxed. “Uhhh. Fuck!”
Her body convulsed, almost violently, as she finished. I sat up, attempting to wipe Elena’s juices off my face. She let the phone drop to her chest, Lindsey’s silhouette stood staring at me.
“That is a pretty sexy photo.”
“Isn’t it?” She panted. “I knew her art was good, but a photographer too?.”
A devious smile found its way onto my face.
“So it seems.” I replied. “Now, come here. You have no idea how bad I need this.”
“Sorry Aly, but your ass is gonna have to wait a bit longer.”
“What?”
“C’mon, get in the front.” She cleaned herself up and turned the car back on.
“Where are we going?” I questioned, hopping into the passenger seat.
“Just trust me.” Of course I trusted Elena, but she was speaking with a playful tone that made me think this wasn’t going to end well.
She drove me back to my house, parking along the sidewalk.
“Elena, this is my house.”
“Yeah, no shit. Get out.”
“What?”
“Sorry Aly, but this is what you get.”
“What the fuck did I do besides give you some great head?” She smiled at that but I could tell she wasn’t going to be swayed.
“You were stupid enough to think that I have to revolve around your schedule, and you don’t have to give a shit about mine.”
“C’mon Elena, it was 8 in the morning!”
“It’s 1 in the morning now, but here I am at your house! Sorry Aly, this relationship goes both ways.”
I knew she was right. Any other day and I would’ve dropped whatever I was doing to satisfy her needs.
“...” I had no reply. I just stood there, blankly staring.
“Sorry to blue ball you. I hope you know I do feel the tiniest bit bad.” She said with a bright smile on her face. “See you Monday!”
And with that, she drove off. The drinks were still in my system, but I wasn’t so drunk I couldn’t see I had just been blue balled two times in one night. I went into the kitchen, quietly helping myself to some food. It had been a long time since I had been this horny. I think I’d fuck anyone right now! Unfortunately though, it seemed I’d have to do the deed myself.
“Have a fun night, brother?” Lyla asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
“God, Lyla, you scared me. Again. But yeah, not a bad night I guess.” Even though I didn’t get to finish, I could barely get Lindsey off my mind.
Lyla was wearing a low-cut crop top and black panties. With decent lighting, you could make out her hard nipples through the fabric. I found myself slightly distracted and hoped the alcohol didn’t make it too obvious.
“Oh yeah? Who was that girl you were with?”
Did she see Elena drop me off just now?
“It was just Elena dropping me off.”
“I meant the girl from earlier this afternoon. Two girls in one day, huh?” I almost spit out my food.
“Oh, no no no. That was my friend, Lindsey. We were just going on a run, and-and studying at her place.” I staggered into the counter.
“Just teasing you, Aly. Have you been drinking?”
“Um..” She didn’t let me answer, grabbing my mouth and spreading my lips with her fingers. She moved her face up to mine, smelling my breath. I looked down at her lips, then inadvertently down her shirt, then into her eyes. We held eye contact for a second. She recoiled back, but I noticed a smirk start at the corner of her lips.
“Uh, sorry. I-.”
“Yup, definitely been drinking.”
“I’m of age, what’s wrong with that?”
“I’m sure Mom and Dad would love to hear about you coming home at 1 in the morning half drunk.”
“Alright, alright. You got me.” I raised my hands as if surrendering.
“You’re lucky they’re asleep. How’d you get home?”
“Elena just dropped me right now.”
“But I heard your car pull in about 20 minutes ago. So, brother, what did you do with Elena for 20 minutes?”
“Um…” My brain was too high and dry to handle an interrogation.
“Tsk tsk.” She had me. “You know, Elena texted me today.”
“What?”
“Yup. She wanted to know where you were. Said you were dealing with something important but she didn’t really believe you.”
“You gotta be kidding me.” As expected of Elena, she saw right through my act this morning. She knew I was lying about having something important to deal with. And then again, she knows I’ve never been one to decline a good fuck. Shit! Of course she knew I was lying.
“But she didn’t mention anything when I saw her just now.”
“That’s cuz’ I covered for you, big brother.” She replied, a hint of sass in her voice.
“Really?”
“Mmm hmm. I watched you and that girl as you left the house to go for your ‘run’.” She made air quotes. “But I decided to spare you from Elena’s wrath.”
“What did you tell her?”
“You had some friend emergency to take care of, but the friend didn’t want anyone knowing about it.”
“That’s, that’s perfect.”
“Isn’t it? That way she won’t pry. She may even be nicer to you out of pity.”
“Uhh, I don’t think she went that far. But thanks, Lyla. I owe you.”
“Yeah, you certainly do. For Elena and for coming home drunk.”
“Oh c’mon, I’m barely even buzzed!”
“Aly, you've been ogling at my tits this entire time. And you keep looking down at my panties too.”
“Uhhh…”
Fuck! I didn’t realize how obvious it was. Lyla let out a laugh.
“How is it you just came a hookup, and yet you’re still this horny?” The liquor seemed to speak for me, because a sober me would’ve ended this conversation immediately. Or so I hope.
“Well, if I’m being honest…” She grabbed my hand and began guiding me to the kitchen table.
“Go on.”
“Okay well, Lyla you have to keep a secret. No one hears about this!” I took a seat, Lyla standing over me.
“I can do that.”
“Okay well, I went over to that girl’s house, Lindsey, and things got a little..-.”
“Sexual?” She interrupted.
“Well, yeah.”
“Tell me all about it, Aly.” She sat down cross legged in front of me. Her head rested on my thigh as her eyes watched mine intently.
“Well, long story short, things ended abruptly and I didn’t get to, you know.”
“Finish?”
“Yeah.”
“And then, well…Elena ended up meeting me here and I thought she could solve my problem.”
“But she didn’t?” Lyla placed a hand on my thigh, inches from my member.
“No, she didn’t.”
Our eyes met and I felt my cock start to harden. I avoided eye contact and placed my wrist on my crotch, hoping she didn’t notice. But she grabbed my hand and moved it over, inspecting the imprint of my semi-hard penis.
“Brother, how would you like to pay off your debts to me.”
“Lyla…I…” I tried to place my hand back but she put hers in the way, her fingers making contact with my tool. She looked almost excited.
“Aly, just sit back and relax.”
“Lyla, I’m-I’m drunk. Let’s just call it a ni-.” She put her index finger on my lips in a shushing way. Her other hand’s fingers moved in a slight circling motion.
She pushed my legs apart, and repositioned herself onto her knees. Her face now loomed over my crotch. She looked up at me and smiled. I found my eyes looking into hers before - again - looking down her shirt. I quickly looked away (or so I thought to be quickly) and hoped she didn’t notice.
“You want to see them, don’t you Aly?”
“What are you talking about?” She caught me red-handed.
“My full, perky, 34DD tits. I know you want to see them. Just admit it.”
“I-I… want to see them.” What was I saying?
She took her hands off my thighs and removed her Foreigner’s Agent Provocateur graphic tee, revealing her beautiful breasts.
“Oh my god, Lyla.”
“They’re nice, aren’t they?” She grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest, forcing me to cup it.
“Aly, stop trying to resist. I know you want me.” What happened to my kind, innocent little sister? What happened to me?
I found my hand squeezing her breast, my thumb naturally making its way to her nipple.
“That’s it. Mmmm, grope me Aly.” She moved a hand back onto my groin. I was already pitching a tent at this point.
“Let’s get these off.”
She went to take my pants off, and I instinctively moved my butt off the chair to make it easier. My dick, now fully hard, sprung out and softly smacked her in the chin.
“Look at how excited you are!” She teased.
I swear her pupils expanded as she looked at it. She placed her fingers on the tip and dragged them around, as if getting a feel for the texture. Her thumb circled the opening, feeling the sticky sensation of pre-cum.
“Oh, wow.” She softly muttered.
I couldn’t do anything but watch. If I egged her on, what kind of brother would I be? But I wanted to feel her so bad! There’s no point lying about it now. Here she was on her knees, playing with my cock. Are we already too far gone?
“You okay up there, Aly?” She had placed her other hand on my shaft.
“Umm..”
“Here, maybe this will make you feel better.”
She collected some spit in her mouth, and let it slowly drop onto my tip. She spread it all the way down, and began stroking.
“Ohhh, Lyla.” Now we were too far gone.
“Mmm. Just enjoy it. Let me do this for you.” I moved my hand from her breast, letting it hang at my side. I sat back - as she told me to - and watched. Watched as my little sister stroked me with such lust in her eyes. Watched as her breasts swiveled in sync with her hands. Watched as a clearish liquid just barely leaked out from her panties.
“Woah, did you just twitch?” The day’s events had left me ready to blow, so I was feeling especially sensitive. It had nothing to do with the view in front of me (I was coping).
Her technique definitely needed work, but it still felt amazing. She let one hand vigorously rub up and down my shaft while the other focused on the head. Her thumb moved along the back end of the tip, applying gentle pressure before spinning back around the hole.
“Fuckkk.” I mumbled. I couldn’t help my moans anymore.
“I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” She asked rhetorically. “But I really, really want to taste you.”
She didn’t wait for permission, moving her hand to my thigh before letting her lips plant soft, delicate kisses from the tip down the back of my penis. Once she reached the end, her tongue extended. She let it envelop my width and took her time sliding all the way back up, watching my reaction.
“Lyla. Oh my god.”
She reached the peak, then wrapped her lips around me. Placing both hands on my thighs, she bobbed about half way down my length. She took her time getting comfortable with my dick in her mouth, then went for the kill. I didn’t even have to push her. She went straight from tip to base, ignoring the chokes of her throat. I let out a hiss of sorts, tilting my head back as she worked on my whole length.
“Use your tongue, Lyla.” I commanded.
She instantly obeyed. Her tongue pressed up against my member, pleasuring me even further.
Lyla continued at this pace for a while, barely letting up to breathe. Her eyes stayed on mine the whole time. She was practically a natural, but she wanted more. She took my hand and placed it on her head, giving me a look of trust.
I hesitated, knowing what she wanted me to do. Any other girl and I wouldn't have even blinked. We held each other’s gaze as racing thoughts of morality consumed me. But as half of me was occupied in a frenzy of thoughts, the other half took what belonged to me.
“Mmm!” She reacted as I pushed her straight into the base of my cock.
“Oh, that’s it. Just like that.” I panted, taking full control of my sister. Glucks and slurps flooded the kitchen as my limit neared. “Oh, oh Lyla.”
I felt my cock start to uncontrollably twitch. A day’s worth of semen was ready to explode.
“Lyla, I’m gonna…fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
“Mmmm.” She replied, as if to show she couldn’t be any happier.
I held her head in place and thrusted up into her, forcing my seeds of corruption deep into her throat. She tightened her grip on my thighs, eyes wide. A deep exhale escaped my mouth. Lyla choked and pushed up with her hands, letting my cum flow out as it landed on her tits and thighs. I released my hand from her head, letting it fall as I slumped back in the chair.
I woke up later that night with a huge headache. It took me a second to remember what had occurred; a reminder clung to my arm, her breasts pushed up against my abdomen. If my parents asked, she’d tell them she had a nightmare. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. I had texts from Lindsey, but I decided not to open them just yet. I instead went to my chat with Elena.