Stacy King and I Ch. 05byclearwinston©
I was lightheaded as I lay there looking at Stacy, the room spinning around me. The emotions of the day were taking a toll, but more immediately, the exhaustion of our first sex had drained me.
"Are you all right, T?" she laughed.
I gave her a half-assed thumbs-up, the best I could do.
"Tell you what. I'll go run us a shower and then we can relax a little. It's a big day tomorrow."
She stood up and patted me on the knee on her way to the bathroom. I watched her ass sway and bounce on each step until she rounded the corner. A few seconds later I heard the shower running and soon enough, Stacy was back at the couch reaching for my hand to help me up. My knees were weak and I had trouble standing. I thought that was just a myth. Guess not. Again she laughed as I tried to learn to walk again.
I let Stacy get in before me so she could have most of the water, but also so I could watch her rubbing all over her body, rinsing herself clean. She tilted her head back and ran her hands through her hair while her breasts jutted out toward me. I was afraid to touch her. Afraid she would come to her senses like before. Her head was back, her eyes closed and some water was running down over her face. Her hands gently glided over her forehead and cheeks and mouth before moving down to her throat.
She righted her head again and the shower spray was now hitting her on the neck. When she opened her eyes again, she was looking right into mine. She had a gentle smile on her lips and those emerald pools no longer rippled with doubt. This was the most peaceful I had seen her since she got here. This vision of peace gave me a sense of rest that I needed. I brought my hand up and stroked her cheek.
"No regrets, Stace?" I asked softly.
She put her hand on mine, nestling my palm to her cheek and her other hand touched my waist, pulling me gently forward a step. She let go of my hand and her arms encircled my waist while mine gathered her to me, wrapping around her shoulders. She rested her cheek against my chest and we just touched. We were okay. We both knew it and that's all that mattered at that moment.
"You smell good, T. I meant to tell you earlier."
"You remember this?"
She giggled. "Of course I remember. As far as I'm concerned, that's your signature scent."
"I hardly ever wear it. What's the point if the person I wear it for is an ocean away?"
She squeezed me a little more tightly before pulling her head up to look at me. I looked down into her eyes. "I'm here now. I don't ever want to be that far away from you again."
"Then don't ever leave me again."
"I promise." She reached up to kiss me and we sealed a mutual promise then and there.
Stacy pulled away and cleaned me up and washed and conditioned her own hair while I cleaned up her magnificent body. I would have to make a habit of this, showering together. I used to wonder what the appeal was, but now I knew. I knew what Mr. Bubbles meant when he said, "Makes getting clean almost as much fun as getting dirty."
We dried off and Stacy tossed a frozen pizza into the oven and chose another movie for us, a lighthearted comedy, one of our favorites from high school. We needed a laugh. She curled up next to me in nothing but her robe, me in nothing but gym shorts, and we laughed and ate pizza and made comments like we used to. I knew that I had not lost my best friend. I felt like we were as close as ever. Maybe even more so.
By the time the movie was over, it was not especially late for people our age, but we had worn ourselves out both physically and emotionally. By 10:30, we had cleaned up the kitchen, brushed our teeth and headed to bed. I stripped off my shorts and climbed in and this time I watched as my sister untied her robe and draped it over the footboard of the bed, climbing into my bed naked. Instead of curling up with her back to me, she walked toward me on her knees and lay down next to me, her head on my chest and her leg draped over mine.
"Now, I'm home," she said.
I kissed the top of her head and simply replied, "So am I."
Morning came earlier than I had hoped it would. It was the first day of school for both of us and we wanted to make sure we had plenty of time for both of us to get ready and get to campus on time. The alarm went off at 6:00, 6:09, 6:18, and 6:27 before Stacy finally told me to stop hitting the snooze.
"I know what will wake you up," she mumbled, her hand reaching for my semi-erection while she kissed my ear. Gently stroking my cock, she brought me to full mast in a matter of seconds. She was writhing on my thigh, her breasts pressed against my ribs and her small patch of fur grinding against my thigh. She sat up on her heels and turned her face toward my crotch and took my head into her mouth.
"Oh, Stacy. God, that feels good." I could see a smile form around my shaft as her head moved gently up and down my erection, the warmth of her mouth and lashing of her tongue, enveloping me as she took most of me in. She had draped most of her hair over her left shoulder so I could have an unobstructed view of her oral skills. While her left hand manipulated my balls, her right hand rested on my thigh.
I traced her form with my eyes, looking from her face, cheek bulging, lips working, back over her shoulder, full hanging breasts, soft curve of her back and ass as her legs curled back under her. I explored her visually, noticing every aspect of her beautiful form, all the way down to her toes which were pointed out behind her, partially buried in the crumpled sheets.
I brought my hand up to stroke her hair and this brought a smile and sideways glance from her, followed by a quick wink. God, that sexy wink. My hand stroked gently down her shoulder and back to the curve of her butt and back around to her thigh. As I approached her lower back, she closed her eyes and moaned, softly but audibly. Her hand on my thigh gave me a gentle squeeze indicating that she enjoyed my touch.
"You're so beautiful, Stacy. I love your body," I said softly, not wanting to ruin the moment or change the mood. She was doing such an amazing job and it felt incredible.
She raised her head to speak and the hand and my balls moved to gently caress my erection. "I'm glad you like it. I want you to take advantage of it." She smiled and returned to her work. She didn't increase the pace, but my breathing increased all the same. It didn't take long before her consistent, steady manipulation drew me close to climax.
My hips began to move on their own, flinching and thrusting slightly. My hands gripped the sheets and my whole body tensed. Stacy never slowed down and never said a word. She just continued to suck on me and to molest my head with her tongue. The burning in my stomach and thighs began to build and the room suddenly became warm. I determined not to speak or to scream, just to let my sister pull the semen from my sac. So far she was doing an incredible job. I couldn't stop it if I wanted to. Which I didn't.
She never flinched. She pulled back just a little until only the head was behind her lips and her left hand continued to roll my nuts gently as her right hand moved to stroke my shaft as I fed her my seed. The fire streamed out of me, burning on its escape, but it didn't seem to bother Stacy. She took what I gave her, earning every drop. I wondered if she felt it was a reward for a job well-done, or if I was the only one who benefited. I didn't have to wonder long.
Stacy backed off, her lips pulling against me, siphoning the last of my seed as her hand pushed it up the shaft. She sat back up onto her heels and smiled at me. Her breasts hung firm, her nipples erect and I could see the top of her shaped pubic hair before it disappeared between her thighs.
"Now I'm more tired than I was before you did that," I smiled before rolling over away from her. I felt the bed move as she jumped on me, forcing me into the mattress and forcing a gush of air from my lungs. She was laughing that contagious laugh, I think laughing at me more than laughing with me. Of course it caused me to laugh as well before I rolled back toward her and brought my arms around her waist and squeezing her amazing ass as we kissed.
"Unfortunately," she said, pulling off of me, "we have class this morning. Otherwise I would love to just stay in bed and play." She slapped me on the rear "Get up. I get the shower first, though." With that she bounced across the bed and walked out of the room. Within a few seconds I heard the shower running and I got up, pulled the ironing board out and turned on the iron to heat up before walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
We were both ready to go and finishing up breakfast and had plenty of time to get to class. We joked back and forth as we always had and I was feeling more comfortable about our relationship as the days went by. Feeling that Stacy did not regret what we had done and failing to sense any doubt from her eased my conscience considerably. As I poured each of us a travel mug of Mountain Dew, Stacy hopped up onto the counter beside me.
"I'm excited about my first day of college!" she exclaimed, her face supporting her assertion.
"I'm glad. I think you'll like it. Today shouldn't be too bad because it's probably going to be syllabus day. Most of your professors will hand out the syllabus and go over the important parts, then let you go."
"Really. You may have a couple who do that at first, then start into the first unit, but most don't. And don't get syllabus shock. Try to take it in stride."
"What's syllabus shock?"
"When you get your syllabus you'll see all your assignments on one page and it can seem overwhelming. As soon as you get a chance, transfer your assignments onto a calendar so you see it spread out over the whole semester and it seems more do-able."
"Sure." I handed her a mug and said. "You ready?"
"Let's do it." She hopped down and grabbed her backpack and I grabbed mine before we headed to the truck and made the drive to campus.
The morning went pretty much as expected. Each of my classes was less than half an hour and I found out the same from Stacy after our classes ended for the day. As she approached the truck where we had agreed to meet, I heard a voice behind me.
"Stacy!" I saw my sister look past me and wave with a smile and I turned to see who she was waving at. Bouncing toward me was a petite brunette with almost raven-black hair and a dark complexion. I couldn't determine her ethnic background. Her eyes were narrow and dark and her frame was lean. She was bubbling with energy as she approached and practically ignored me to talk to my sister.
Stacy stopped right beside me and gave me a kiss as a greeting, her hand resting on my shoulder. "Hey," she said simply.
"Hi, Stacy," said the bundle of energy before smiling my way. "Who is this?"
"Ashley Hu, this is Thomas Hunter." Stacy motioned to me. "Thomas, Ashley."
Ashley stuck her hand out and I took it, looking down into her deep brown eyes. "Hu. That's...."
"Pacific," she said simply. "My family tree is kind of a hodge-podge of the rim. Hawaii, Philippines, Japan. But my mother is white. Pasty white," she laughed. "She was Navy, stationed in Hawaii. So it's just easier to say 'Pacific' than to list everything. Hunter, though, is..."
She laughed. Her laugh was lilting. Stacy laughed and winked at me. I smiled.
"So, Thomas, what year is this for you?"
"We're in composition and science together. It's nice to make a friend so soon," Stacy interrupted, apparently reading my mind. She was always the more outgoing of the two of us, making friends easily.
"So how do you two know each other?" Ashley asked.
"We grew up together and just recently started dating." I smiled on the inside, and felt a sense of pride and relief as she snuggled up to me, taking my arm in her hand.
"Oh. Okay." I couldn't tell if that was disappointment in her voice. I'd have to ask Stacy about it later. "So what are you guys up to now?"
Stacy answered before I could. "We've got to go pick up some things and then Thomas is taking me home."
Ashley looked surprised. "You're not living on campus?"
"No. I have family that lives close enough that I can commute, and Thomas has his own apartment." It rolled off her tongue like she had been thinking how to answer that very question. "Anyway, sorry to run, but we have to take care of some stuff and I promised I would call home and tell them about my first day."
"All right. Well, see you later."
"Yeah. Who knows? We may be in another class together tomorrow."
"Nice to meet you, Ashley," I offered.
"Nice to meet you, too, Thomas."
Ashley turned to walk toward campus as I helped Stacy into the truck before climbing into the driver's seat. I hadn't even closed my door when Stacy started up. "I think she likes you."
"You didn't pick up on that?" she smiled. "She seemed disappointed that we were dating."
"What do you think about her?"
"I don't know." My stomach tightened up at the mere question. There was a giant wheel with possible responses in my head and I pictured myself spinning it, hoping to land on an answer that would keep me out of trouble.
"I think she's pretty, don't you?" She sounded bemused.
"I...guess so. If you're into....that....she's....I guess." Smooth.
Stacy laughed out loud. "Duh...I guess. She's purty." She mocked me with a buck-toothed, cross-eyed grin and deep voice. Back to normal, shaking her head and laughing. "You're such a dork."
"When you asked me that question, alarms went off all over." I tucked my elbows in and flailed my hands. "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger! Danger!" This got a laugh out of her.
"Okay, I guess it wasn't fair. It's okay to say a girl is pretty if I ask, but it's never okay to just offer it off the cuff. How does that sound?" she asked with a smile.
"Can I just cop a random feel?"
She just slapped my arm at that question.
"So that's a no, then?" I asked, rubbing my arm and laughing.
"Just drive," Stacy laughed, shaking her head. I took her hand and kissed the back of it before holding it as it rested on the arm rest between us.
As we left the campus, my sister leaned toward me and said, "How about a massage when we get home?"
When Stacy had asked the question about an afternoon massage, she had that smirk that told me she wasn't asking for a massage. Fortunately we lived close enough to campus that the drive home wasn't torture. As usual, I followed behind her so I could watch her round ass shift in her jeans as we climbed the stairs. She already had her key in the knob before I made up the four step difference between us, and as she turned the key, she smiled at me over her shoulder.
I was in love.
As we walked in to the living room and dropped our bags, Stacy didn't even look at me. "Get that blue quilt out of the closet and lay it out on our bed." She was on her way into the kitchen when she said it. I went to the small closet and pulled out the quilt that our grandmother had made when Stacy was born, and went to our room, spreading it out on our bed. I heard a cabinet door slam closed and a few seconds later Stacy was standing in the door way with the tub of coconut oil. She held it up and twisted it in her hand while smiling that mischievous smile, one eyebrow raised.
"Coconut oil?" I asked. "You said that was for cooking."
"No. What I said was that when used for cooking it was good for us. But it's good for us in other ways, too." She walked toward me holding the oil up, her hips swaying as she approached, breasts dancing beneath her grey t-shirt. Her eyes were beginning to simmer a little. "Coconut oil has lots of good uses, brother. It's good for the skin as a massage oil. Scented oil can be added to it. And it makes a great. Personal. Lubricant." She said each of the last three words as she took one more step toward me. My dick swelled even more as she stood close enough to me that her breasts were pressed against me.
"What do you say, brother?" she whispered into my mouth, "Doesn't a massage sound soooo gooood right now?"
I just nodded stupidly. I was in awe of the sultry beauty before me. She didn't even take her eyes off mine as she underhand-pitched the oil onto the bed. I just heard a soft thud. My hands quickly wrapped around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Her arms embraced my neck as our tongues danced. She ground herself against my groin, moaning around my tongue as she felt my erection wedged against her mound.
After a minute, she stepped back and shuddered. "Oh, wow," she breathed. Her nipples were trying their best to break free from her shirt. She tried to regain her composure and gently pulled my t-shirt up over my head. She then lowered to her knees and unbuckled my belt before unbuttoning my jeans, pulling down my zipper, and lowering my jeans to my knees. There I was in my shoes with my jeans around my knees, and my slick blue boxer briefs. "I love these on you," she said as she stroked her hands on the outside of my hips and thighs, feeling the smooth material that encased me. I pulled one foot free from my shoe, then the other, and pulled my jeans off over my feet before removing my socks.
Stacy stood back up and pressed herself against me for another kiss. This time I ground my erection against her and squeezed her ass through her jeans, pulling her to me as I did. After a minute, she backed away, her eyes smoldering now, her breathing becoming heavy, just as mine was. She lifted her hands up over her head, inviting me to remove her shirt. When I pulled it off I noticed her wearing a plum colored bra, the lace nearly transparent so I could see her nipples. The cups of the bra were not large enough to cover her areola, so I saw a little extra pink rising like the beginning of a sunrise on each breast, cresting the horizon of her bra.
She had already kicked off her shoes and as I unfastened and unzipped her jeans, I saw matching panties with a lacy front, but full back, cut to a high hip. They fit her perfectly. She was incredible. "God, you're beautiful," I muttered.
"Just beautiful?" she asked with a wry smile.
"So. Fucking. Sexy."
She pulled my hand and led me to the bed. "Lie down on your stomach for your massage," she requested. I grabbed a pillow and tucked my arms under it to cradle my head. I heard music begin. It was The Police's Synchronicity album, and Stacy turned off the ceiling fan and lit the pumpkin spice candle on the dresser. The bed moved as my sister knelt beside me and opened the jar of oil before scooping some out with her hand. After a moment I felt her smooth, slick hands begin rubbing across my upper back and shoulders, just stroking at first. I was melting at her touch and as she began to work, I became more at ease. She moved down my back and stopped at my waistband before starting at my foot and working her way up my leg for a few minutes, then doing the same to the other foot and leg, then my hands and arms. She would regularly revisit the jar of coconut oil to gather more oil. She felt amazing.
I felt her fingers curl under each side of my waistband and she simply said, "Lift up." I raised my hips so she could pull them off and frankly felt a little exposed with my bare ass there for her to see more closely, but she didn't say anything. She didn't joke, but also didn't coo over it. She just gathered more coconut oil and applied both hands at my lower back before caressing each globe, dragging her hands down to the tops of each thigh before beginning to work and squeeze and actually massage my muscles. After a couple of minutes, I would notice her thumbs getting close to center and she would brush them against my perineum and anus, just barely grazing past it, but my body was responding. I could feel my cock twitch, but could also feel my sphincter tighten as she passed by it each time. After a minute or so, however, she brushed her thumbs one after the other, right over it, causing me to pucker and flinch.