Just What They Wanted

Jason's soapy fingers caressed her legs, gently kneaded her bottom, then moved on to more remote spots. It was almost more that she could take. After massaging her back, he reached around and massaged her soapy breasts. When he pressed his hips against her, she felt his hard cock nestle in between the cheeks of her ass. There was no penetration, just intense closeness and pleasure. And while anal sex wasn't her thing, she decided that before the weekend ended, she might make an exception.

Later, he knelt and slipped two soapy fingers inside her pussy. It sent an incredible climax ripping through her body. Thanks to his position, she had something to grab onto and didn't fall. But she wasn't sure how much longer she could remain standing.

After some serious tugging and pleading, she managed to get Jason to his feet. But then he leaned forward, pressed his wet slick body against hers, and began kissing her while still fingering her pussy. In a moment of brief clarity, she wondered if he was just a natural or had he somehow learned all this here in Moss Point? If he'd been taught, the teacher deserved an award.

Another orgasm caught Kelly by surprise. She wrapped her arms around Jason's neck to keep from falling. As the tremors passed, she relaxed and began sliding down his long, lean body. Once on her knees, she demanded the soap. Unlike her brother, she concentrated on the parts that really mattered.

When she made him turn to face the wall, a spray of warm water splashed over her face. She'd already washed her hair and had kind of hoped it wouldn't get soaked again. But a shower cap was too tacky to consider and now the deed was down. What the hell. As Jason had said, the hair on her head wasn't what interested him, anyway.

On a whim, Kelly slipped a finger between the tight cheeks of his small, hard butt. Jason let out a yelp and almost climbed the wall. She laughed, and goosed him again. "I know your type. You can dish it out but can't take it."

Having discovered how sensitive he was, she rinsed the area and then began a second, much more methodical soaping. When the last of the soap was gone, she leaned forward and gently bit one cheek of his smooth, round ass. Once again his body jerked. He twisted his head around and looked down at her. "What in hell are you doing?"

"Your butt's so cute I couldn't help myself. Besides, people might talk if I gave you a hickey they could see. So I'm going to give you one that should be out of sight, except maybe in the locker room."

"You are out of your mind."

She slipped her arms around his body and grasped his hard cock. "Maybe so, but this thing tells me you don't really mind. Now be a good boy while your big sister puts her personal brand on you."

Latching onto a particularly inviting spot, she began to work her magic. Kelly prided herself on being able to give quick, vivid hickeys. Of course, she'd never tried doing it on anyone's ass. But the thought that it'd still be there when Jason went back to school pleased her.

Best of all, it was turning them both on. Jason's dick had gotten harder. Once or twice she heard him moan. The one problem was his bottom kept moving which made it a struggle to keep a good suction.

The thought of what she was doing and who she was doing it with combined with the sensual feel of warm water spraying over them to create an almost magical moment inside the steamy shower. She wished it would last forever. But the sounds coming from Jason and the feel of his cock convinced her this moment was about to end, one way or another.

She leaned back to admire her work. The spot had already swollen and begun to turn red. In a few hours, it'd be a dark masterpiece. But now the other side of Jason's body needed her attention.

As she turned him around, his long cock slapped against her face. "Damn uppity dick you got there, bro." By then, he was too far-gone to reply with anything more than a grin and a grunt. His need seemed almost painful. Well she'd take care of that.

Still, she couldn't resist taking a good look at his equipment. While circling the slick, flared cockhead with her fingertips, she recalled the feel of it hammering against the back of her pussy. Before long, it would be returning there. The thought made Kelly shiver with excitement.

As her fingers trailed down the long shaft, the cock jerked out of her grasp, as if urging her to hurry. She ran her fingertips through the dark wet pubs, then circled her fingers around the thick shaft and began squeezing her way back up. A drop of pre-cum liquid oozed out. She managed to get it with her tongue before the shower washed it away.

Another moan came from Jason when her tongue darted across his cockhead. To wait any longer would be cruel. Besides, she wanted to savor the feel of her brother's cock inside her mouth.

After her lips encircled the spongy cockhead, she began nosily sucking it into her mouth. She paused to roll her tongue around it, then began sliding her lips down the long shaft.

The big head approached the back of her mouth. There was no way she could take any deeper, at least not in this position. And Jason's need for release was too great to ask him to move. But she made herself another promise, that before Monday morning, she'd have every last inch inside her mouth and throat. Right now however, the primary goal was to get Jason off.

She began bobbing her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the head on the upstrokes. It didn't take long. There was a groan and she felt Jason begin to shake. She pulled the cock out until just the head remained in her mouth. With one hand she pumped on the hot shaft while with the other she gently kneaded his heavy balls.

Jason had his hands on her head, both for support and in response to the instinctual desire to shove himself even deeper into her body. Kelly let him do what he wanted. With her fist wrapped around the shaft, she controlled how much cock she took. And for the time being she didn't want anything in her mouth but that big, swollen cockhead.

She felt a brief spurt of cum shot out followed, moments later, by a torrent that flooded her with warm, salty semen. She swallowed that first mouthful and felt the smooth cream slide down her throat. More kept gushing out, refilling her mouth..

The nice thing about giving a blowjob in the shower, thought Kelly, is not having to worry about the mess. She removed the cockhead and the next spurt sailed right between her lips. The excess had begun flowing down her chin when two spurts splashed on her face.

Even Jason's big sperm bank had its limits. The flood of semen soon became a trickle. She directed the remaining cum over her breasts. Maybe enough of the stuff would make 'em grow, she thought.

After swallowing what was left in her mouth, she placed the tip of Jason's softening cock between her lips. With great tenderness, she sucked on the sensitive head while milking the shaft. Her efforts produced a few last drops of brotherly cum.

Jason sagged against the shower wall. By now, most of the cum had washed off Kelly's body, but his taste was still in her mouth. Cum wasn't one of her favorite treats. She'd blown many guys, but only swallowed if she really liked them and their cum tasted okay. Jason had qualified on both counts.

She leaned forward, placing the side of her head against his hard, flat stomach. They stayed that way for some time as both recovered. Then the water began turning cold.

Jason reached over and turned off the shower, then made her stand. When he started to kiss her, she stopped him. "Better not," she said, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet. There's a lot of you still in there."

"Hell, I don't care. If it's good enough for you, it's good enough for me." As their mouths met, Kelly felt a glow of family pride. Face it, she told herself, when it comes to sex, you've got a very cool brother.

A sound resembling the roar of a fair sized avalanche broke the mood. Kelly had to laugh. "First we run out of hot water. Now either World War III just started or your stomach is growling. I've just had a nice snack, but I wouldn't mind a sandwich. Come on, let's dry off and find something to eat."

The idea of cooking and eating in the nude had its appeal, but the winter storm outside meant the tile floor in the kitchen would be freezing so both put on slippers. Once in the chilly kitchen, Kelly began to wish she'd also grabbed a shirt.

They decided on scrambled egg sandwiches which would be hot and quick. Before she could get started, Jason took his letter-jacket off the hook by the door to the garage and helped her put it on. It was lined with satin and long enough to cover her fanny. "Oh, that feels great. How'd you know I was cold?"

"Goose bumps on blue boobies are a dead give-away." She threw an eggshell at him and he ducked. "Okay, I'll be nice. What do you say we eat in the den? It's almost ten, so we can watch the weather. I just turned up the thermostat and can get a fire going."

The den sounded good to Kelly although she knew it might be chilly. But by the time the sandwiches were ready, so was the den. Jason had plugged in an old electric blanket and spread it next to the fireplace. It gave them a warm spot to sit and the fireplace's elevated hearth was a perfect spot for their drinks and sandwiches. He'd even turned on the Christmas tree.

Thanks to all Jason's efforts, the temperate soon got so high Kelly had to take off his jacket. He made a big show of leaning close and checking out one of her breasts. "No goose bumps. I must have done something right."

She laughed and pushed him away. "Like hell you did. Those goose bumps had doubled the size of my poor baby boobs."

They'd both been hungry and ate in silence while watching the news. Tonight, the weather was the lead story. It was bad and supposed to get worse until sometime tomorrow night.

The weather and their sandwiches ended about the same time. At her insistence, Jason hustled the plates and glasses back to the kitchen. While he was gone, she grabbed some throw pillows. It had never occurred to either of them not to catch the sports that always followed the news and weather. Like her brother, Kelly had played basketball in high school and loved the game. Now they stretched out on their stomachs to get the scores.

Afterward, warm, full, and informed, she watching Jason turn off the TV. He lay down on his side, facing her. With her head resting on her arms, she studied his face. "Should we open the store tomorrow?"

He nodded. "Unless the power goes out."

"I wish you hadn't said that." With a sigh, she rolled onto her back and their bodies touched.

"You shouldn't have asked. Besides, you'd have said yes if I hadn't." He started nibbling on one of her earlobes. "Believe me, it's not even close to what I really want to do. The thing is, if we don't open, a swarm of folks are sure to risk life and limb to come in. And when they find the store closed, they'll come over here and make us open up."

Kelly snuggled closer, tilting her head to give him better access to her ear. "The joys of country living."

He continued teasing her ear with his tongue while tracing his fingertips over her body. "Maybe we'll catch a break."

"How's that?" The tongue snaking around inside her ear made Kelly shiver.

"If business is light, we can close at noon instead of three. And if thing's are real slow, we might find something to do at the store."

By now, her fingers were wrapped around Jason's stiff cock. "That might be fun. Did you have something special in mind?"

"We'll see what comes up." To emphasis his point, he pressed his hard cock against her side.

The tip of his tongue made her squirm with pleasure. She almost gasped out her next questions. "Well, uh, sure. But what about tonight? Is there anything you'd, ah, like to do special?"

"Everything we've done has been special. So whatever you want."

Although she hated losing contact with his tormenting tongue, Kelly turned her head and looked at Jason. "That's sweet, but it's the wrong answer. Trust me on this, okay? I know what I'd pick. And I'm almost positive I know what you'll pick. But they're not the same and I want it to be your turn. So tell me, honest now, what would most like to do?"

There was a pause. Jason seemed a little embarrassed. Then he looked at her and grinned. "Most of all, I'd like to find out what it's like to, however you say it, well, I'd like to try a 69."

Kelly shifted and pulled him to her for a long, deep kiss. When they came up for air, there was a look of excitement on her face. "A 69 is exactly what I sensed, what I knew, you wanted to do. And it wasn't my first choice, but it's fine by me."

The look on Jason's face made it clear he felt more amused than amazed. "Well, if we keep on talking, it'll stay unreal."

Kelly laughed and hugged him close. "Not eager are you?"

"Not only yes, but hell yes. Just one thing, I've never done it before."

"No problem. I'm a great teacher and you're a quick learner."

Their lips met in a soft kiss. Then he smiled. "So teach me."

"You are so pushy. But okay. Well, for starters, have you ever, you know, gone down on a girl?"

Jason nodded. "Oh yeah, teacher. I liked it, a whole lot, and I want to learn new things, like how to 69."

"Well, in that case, I guess it's time for some hand's on lab work. Get me a couple small throw pillow."

While Jason got the pillows, Kelly moved over to the middle of the blanket and stretched out on her back. When he came back, she took a small pillow and nestled it under her neck and then positioned one of the big ones beneath her butt.

Meanwhile, she explained her theory of the great 69. "A lot of girls think being on top is better because they feel in control and the guy can't gag 'em. But that position is tough on both her neck and his. I like it better being on the bottom. With a pillow under my neck and my hand around the shaft, I'm not going to gag. And with my big butt on a even bigger pillow, you shouldn't have to strain."

Jason was still standing, watching her. When he didn't move or say anything, she gave him a questioning look. "Well, the lesson's over. It's test time."

"Kelly, I wish you could see how damn sexy you look right now."

The compliment was so spontaneous and so obviously sincere, she almost cried. To avoid that, she glanced over at the burning logs until she'd regained control. Then she stared down the length of her nude body for a moment, before looking back up at him. "I guess even a big butted redhead with no boobs can look okay in firelight."

He knelt beside her. "Hush. You may be my brainy big sister, but it's obvious you don't know shit about judging woman flesh. At least not your own."

Before she could protest, he kissed her. It was a long, sensuous kiss. When combined with the seductive feel of his hand sliding softly over her skin, it wiped away all negative thoughts about her body.

He kissed his way down, pausing to nibble and lick at her neck, and breasts, and belly, and inner thighs. In the flickering light from the fireplace and the multi-hued glow of Christmas tree, she watched that lean nude body move over her, saw his hands parting her unresisting legs, and then felt a surge of erotic anticipation as his head disappeared into the shadowy junction of her thighs.

The moment his tongue touched her pussy, Kelly's body seemed to explode. Taking his time, Jason worked his tongue in deeper; using it to lick, thrust, and explore until the tip flicked across her clit.

With a moan of sensual joy, her hips arched off the blanket and shuddered under the force of a body bending orgasm. Jason's tongue went into overdrive, lapping at her warm juices before swirling back deep inside, extending and enhancing her pleasure.

It felt far too wonderful to stop and help Jason get in position. All she could do was lay there and savor the sensations flooding her body. When she became so sensitive the pleasure started becoming too intense, she begged him to stop. When he looked back at her, she gave him the OK sign, then motioned for him to straddle her head.

They instinctively fell into position. After getting a secure hold on Jason's dick, she lifted her chin up while tilting her face backward. The flared cockhead soon disappeared between her lips. When it reached the back of her mouth, she paused to adjust her position and catch her breath. When she wrapped her arms around Jason's hips and pulled closer, the big head popped into her throat. As it sank deeper and deeper, the thick shaft slid past her straining lips. When all movement stopped, every inch of Jason's dick was buried inside her well-stuffed mouth and throat.

Neither moved; both sensed the other wanted to enjoy the special feeling, the special moment. Jason got things going again, but with his tongue, not his dick. That was Kelly's department. And when her brother's tongue began licking on her still sensitive pussy, she was more than willing to return the favor.

They soon got into an easy natural rhythm. The beat of the dick pumping up and down inside her mouth and throat began to match that of the tongue licking and teasing her pussy. It soon triggered the first in a series of small, sweet orgasms. They came in steady waves. A new one overtaking her even while there was still a tingle from the previous one.

Jason's long thick dick was taking control of her body. Its action was smooth and gentle, but unrelenting. Each downward stroke into her mouth seemed to trigger another pulse of ecstasy that was met by the one radiating from her pussy.

The constant waves of emotion began sapping her strength. She'd been fondling Jason's balls, but could no longer do anything but enjoy the moment. With a gurgling sigh, she let her arms flop to the floor. It was so incredible, and tomorrow might be even better.

The erotic energy surging from her mouth and pussy seemed to battle for supremacy within her body. She lay in a sensuous stupor, surrendering to the feel of Jason's tongue lashing her pussy, his dick moving up and down inside her mouth, sliding back and forth past her lips, moving with smooth certainty in and out of her throat, up and down, back and forth, in and out until she lost all sense of time and place. Up and down, back and forth, in and out. Oh, yes. Up and down, back and forth, in....

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In the morning, Kelly woke to find herself cuddled next to Jason in his bed. As was often the case, her dreams had been about sex. But these had focused on the sex they enjoyed the night before. Sex in his bed, sex in the shower, sex in the den, then maybe some more sex back in his bed. That last part was a little fuzzy. But like all the rest, very nice.

It would have been perfect if she'd been woken from those dreams by the feel of Jason's lean hard body slipping between her legs and then his stiff cock sliding into her pussy. Of course, she wouldn't have minded if he'd rather have eaten her out for breakfast. To wake slow and easy, maybe nestled in his arms with her bottom pushing against his morning erection, that would also have been okay.

But none of that happened. Instead, Kelly woke to the jarring sound of an alarm clock going off beside her head and someone pushing down on her nose. Jason, still half-asleep and on the wrong side of his bed, was trying to turn off the alarm.

"What the—. Jason, damn it, stop!" The pokes on her nose halted, but then started again. In self-defense, Kelly rolled over to search for the clock, and fell out of bed. As she half-sat, half-lay on the small throw rug beside the bed, it occurred to her that Doris Day never woke up that way in the movies.

The alarm clock stopped ringing. She looked up to see her brother, with one hand still on the clock, looking down at her, a big grin on his sleepy face. "Jason Layton, if you say one thing, I'll punch you. Now give me a hand up. It's cold down here."