A Sister's Request

"Oh my God, oh my God," she chanted, a fistful of bedding in each hand.

James slid his hands under his sister's ass, mauling and manipulating her cheeks as he pulled her quivering pussy tighter against his probing tongue. A couple of minutes of this was all that Jean could stand before she felt herself experiencing an explosive orgasm against her brother's face. James could tell what was happening, and he did his best to prolong her pleasure. He smiled inwardly as her taste grew stronger as a small rush of liquid spewed from her sex. Once satisfied that she was finished, he crawled up beside her to shower her with kisses.

The smell and taste of her own fluids coming from her brother's lips was erotically second to only the orgasm that she had just experienced. She had never felt so wonderful, so satisfied.

"James, oh James," was all that she was able to mutter. She just couldn't put the words together to articulate exactly what it was that she was feeling. It was definitely more than what she had imagined it would be. During the kissing and nibbling in the afterglow of the fantastic climax from her brother's tongue, one of her hands found its way around his stiff shaft. He was very, very hard again. She was thinking that it was time for her to give herself to him totally.

"I want you to make love to me, James. Fill me up," she said, her voice low and sultry.

"I will, but uh, I've never been with a virgin before. I don't want to hurt you, I've heard that it could hurt," he replied. The thought of deflowering his sister was extremely stimulating, and James could barely hold himself back from just plunging into her. He did want her to understand what it was that she was asking for, even though he really couldn't tell her for certain what she was going to go through.

"It's OK, I need it to be you. I want to belong to my brother, I want you to make me a woman," she whispered.

His sister's words were almost enough for him to cum for a second time that night without any penetration. Jean remained on her back while James positioned himself over top of her. Guiding his throbbing erection to her entrance, he took a deep breath, realizing that things between he and Jean were never going to be the same again. For better or worse though, there was no way that he was going to be able to stop. He slid around a little until he was positioned at her entrance.

"Are you ready, baby?" he asked. Jean said nothing, she was biting her bottom lip while she nodded that she was ready.

James wasn't sure about the best way to go about this, so he kept applying more and more pressure against Jean's tiny opening. He inched his cock forward slowly until he was balls deep inside of his sister. He didn't move for a few moments to let Jean get used to the feeling.

"Are you OK?" he asked with concern.

"I'm OK, it's OK. Just slow, alright?" she rasped.

Her brother began to slide in and out of her as slowly as he could stand to go. Despite his concern, and the look on his sister's face, the tight pussy gripping his cock was bringing him heavenly pleasure. Thankfully, it wasn't long before the pain faded to the slightest of discomfort and Jean was able to enjoy the sensation of her brother's manhood stretching and filling her little cunt. James could see the change in his sister's reactions to him.

"Better?" he asked, bending forward to plant kisses on her neck and upper chest.

"So much better. Oh I love you!" she declared, wrapping her arms around James' back, holding him tight. His pace stayed slow as he nuzzled her neck and ran his finger tips across her left nipple. James only quickened his rhythm when he felt his sister begin to slam herself up against him to meet his thrusts. As much as he wanted the moment to last, he could feel his orgasm building.

"I'm not going to be able to last much longer," he grunted. "Are you really on birth control?"

"You can cum in me, we're safe," she assured him. She wasn't all that close to an orgasm of her own, but she didn't care. James had already taken care of her once and he felt wonderful inside of her. The thought of him cumming inside of her for the first time was more than enough made up for the lack of a second climax. He was going to spray his load inside of her because he loved her and desired her. Pleasing him was the best feeling in the world.

Jean couldn't really feel it when James ejaculated into her womb. She felt a definite wetness afterward, but it wasn't like when he was in her mouth earlier when she could feel every little jet of semen leave his cock. This was different, but satisfying all the same. James collapsed on the bed beside her, breathing heavily. She ran a hand through his hair and over his forehead, feeling the sweat that had collected there.

"You didn't cum again, I'm sorry," he said, composing himself.

"That's alright. That was more than I could ever ask for," she replied, snuggling close and kissing his chest. She had to giggle as she felt a combination of their fluids dripping out of her onto her thighs.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"I'm leaking," she replied.

James looked down to see what she was talking about. Jean was oozing a thin,pink goo onto the bed, a mixture of what looked to be semen, blood, and and her natural lubrication.

"It think we ought to get cleaned up," he suggested. "It probably wouldn't be a bad idea to wash your sheets, either. It might look like we had too much fun in here," he added with a laugh.

Although James had made a very logical suggestion, it was quite a while before either of them could stop kissing the other one long enough for them to get out of bed. With their combined efforts of teasing, and licking, and well placed rubbing, Jean was able to achieve her second orgasm before they began their clean-up process. Once showered and Jean's bedding was safely in the dryer, the two retired to James' room where they slept in the same bed for the first time as lovers.

*****

Jean awoke somewhat groggy and disoriented. When she swung her bare feet onto the carpet and sat up, she began to recall the events of the night before. She was in James' bed, not her own. She had no idea what time it was, and she was alone. Her brother must gotten up first and slipped away without disturbing her. It was kind of disheartening to wake up alone. She was hoping James would not have woken up and fled in panic, thinking everything that they had done was a mistake. She didn't think that was actually the case, but it was hard to shake the feeling of guilt and worry in the pit of her stomach. That, combined with the amount of wine that she had consumed, left her feeling a little queasy.

She called for James, but there was no answer. Seeing as how she was still naked, she navigated her way to her room to get some clothes and check the time. She pressed a button on her alarm clock that called out the hours and minutes in a flat, mechanical voice.

"Eleven forty-nine, a.m.," robo-clock told her.

No wonder James was up and gone, she had slept half of the day away. Jean threw on a pair of old shorts and a tee shirt before making her way to the bathroom. After taking care of business there, she headed to the kitchen to try and find something to relieve the terrible cotton-mouth that she had woken with. She had just gotten to the refrigerator when she heard a key turning in the back door right before it opened.

"James?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's just me. I was too lazy to make us anything to eat, so I went and got us some breakfast sandwiches. Are you hungry?" he asked, setting a bag down on the kitchen table.

"More thirsty than anything else," she replied.

"I got some Gatorade, too. It's great after you've been drinking. Want some?" he asked.

They sat at the table together and ate their breakfast/lunch and drank their Gatorade. Neither one of them said much until they were almost finished.

"I was worried when I woke up and you weren't there. I Thought maybe you ran away," Jean admitted.

"Why would you think I ran away?" James asked, already knowing what she was hinting at.

"Because of what we did. Are you ashamed of what we did?" she asked, nearly whispering. James swallowed the last of his sandwich and took his time before he answered. He knew that they had a lot to talk about and he had been thinking about what he was going to say since he had gotten up that morning. He was terribly nervous that the words would not come out right.

"A little. I'm supposed to care of you and protect you. Instead, I got you drunk and took your virginity. Still, it was probably the most wonderful night that I ever had in my life. I'm worried that I took advantage of you and that you might not feel the same way as you did last night. I know we're brother and sister, but I love you as something more than that. I don't know what I'll do if I've hurt you. I've got to know how you feel," he said, chest thumping out of control.

When James had gotten up that morning, he was certain that his sister was deeply in love with him and everything that they had done was done with that mutual love. Then, as he thought about it, which was every second since he opened his eyes, more and more doubts had crept into his mind. He had to hear it from her again, hopefully before he had some kind of breakdown.

Just as his patience was running out, and he was about to ask Jean to at least say something, the unspeakable happened. The thing that he was fearing most, large, heavy tears began to flow down his sister's cheeks and she began to choke back violent sobs. He had made his beautiful sister cry and now was at a loss as to what he should do. His first thought was to go crawl under a rock and die, but instead he began to beg for forgiveness.

"Jean, I am so sorry. It's all my fault, I'm sorry. Is there any way that you can forgive me? Please?" he cried. He reached for her hand as his own tears started to flow. She squeezed his hand hard enough that he heard his knuckles crack.

"They're happy tears, dumb-butt," she managed to get out, trying to control her breathing. "What you just said is how I feel. I love you so much more than a sister is supposed to. I was so afraid that I made a mistake last night and you would be afraid to love me anymore. But you feel like I do, don't you?"

James dropped her hand and planted what seemed to be a thousand tiny, tickling kisses on his sister's face and neck. She was soon giggling instead of crying. His spirit was lifted from the gutter to the moon once he heard those words from his sister.

"You had me worried there for a minute, kid. I'm not afraid to love you. It would kill me not to. And no more crying, that almost killed me, too!" he laughed, gripping her shoulders from behind. Jean placed her hands on his, feeling one hundred percent better about their relationship and life in general.