Ashley's Birthday Wishes

Ashley, or "Little Ashley" as she was called by the many members in her family, woke up with a stretch and a yawn on the morning of her eighteenth birthday. "Little," came from the fact that her mother was named Ashley as were two of her cousins -- it was a family name. Hence, to distinguish the women, many had taken to calling the youngest and coincidentally tiniest of the three "little Ashley."

Ashley had always been a small girl; at seemingly every age she was smaller than most of her friends. Nonetheless, the photogenic little brunette - as evidenced by the picture frames situated throughout her family's house, had always been a cute little package. Her young facial features and adorable smile still shone through as she sleepily rolled out of bed and glanced in the full-length mirror across the room, stretching her soles out against the soft carpet.

As she stood up, it was infinitely more obvious that she wasn't quite the young girl from the pictures. At 5'5," she wasn't remarkably short for her age but she was definitely petite. With her lithe frame, small hips, toned midsection, and more in her cotton bra than expected, she was irresistible. When they weren't making short jokes, boys seemed to fawn over her.

But today she wasn't interested in other boys... For years she'd been enduring the teasing of her older brother, father, and countless other family members for being so tiny and young. The occasional joke from a cousin as she grabbed a beer at a family party was more than enough; it was the incessant reminders from the males she lived with every day that made it near unbearable.

She didn't FEEL young. She felt older now in fact, staring at her body in the mirror as she stretched out the last bit of sleep. She'd filled out quite a bit since the pictures in the hallway of her chasing the soccer ball around years before. All her boniness had given way to the soft and smooth skin she now sported, peeking out from under her night-shirt as she extended her arms up over her head. Given, she was still skinny, but it only added to her appeal.

Such a fact had not gone unnoticed by the men of her family either. Her brother Rob used the time spent commenting on her size or age as an excuse to look over her sexy little body more than anything else. How could he be blamed, he convinced himself, Ashley was ridiculously hot. His dreams were filled with images of her, some more inappropriate than others. Rob could barely function while trying to sleep with every pretty girl he could get his hands on now that he was in college. When he came home in the summer to his sexy little sister prancing around the house, it was often too much to handle.

He might not have thought it, but Ashley was intimately aware with her brother's poorly-concealed lust for her. That's what it was, after all. Her brother Rob wasn't fooling her when he adjusted himself after Ashley walked into the TV room in the morning with only the big t-shirt she'd worn to bed and her comfiest pair of cotton panties on. And it had begun so innocently, with her first noticing how Rob seemed to linger a bit too long when he caught her changing in the bathroom. Only a few more tell-tale signs of his appreciation and Ashley was on to him.

She'd considered putting an end to it, thinking that perhaps she should be much more careful about displaying herself to her brother in any way. She'd even tried it, but when warning bells sounded as she reached into her drawer to choose a swimsuit for an afternoon in the pool with her brother, her hand always seemed to catch the strings of the tiny bikini she probably should have returned to the store. When her brother had spent the morning teasing her for her inability to reach a bowl in the kitchen, she certainly shouldn't have responded by going into the bathroom and taking off her panties and returning to reach for a glass at the same height with nothing but a t-shirt to cover her.

No, Ashley certainly hadn't let the teasing be one sided. If they were going to constantly remind her of how she could probably still order off the kids menu, she was going to remind them of how badly they wanted that little girl in ways they shouldn't.

As if her brother's infatuation wasn't enough, she had her father's as well. And much like what she did to her brother she did to her dad. Yep, she probably shouldn't cuddle with her dad when he fell asleep alone on the couch and she came home from a long night with friends. Maybe then she wouldn't wake up to him trying to sneak out from behind her without too much friction from the stiffy he was sporting.

Truth was, it all aroused her beyond explanation. Something about the naughtiness of the two men finding her attractive made her wet every time she noticed it from them. All the boys found her irresistible it seemed, but these two had to actively try not to. So far they'd only barely succeeded, and Ashley loved making them squirm.

She didn't do it to be cruel. They treated Ashley like a princess in most ways; she felt very loved. She teased them mostly because of the frustration they caused her, teasing her in more ways than one. Ashley's dreams, too, involved the two handsome men (mostly separately), and not always in the way a girl should be thinking of members of her own family.

Ashley was finally eighteen as of that morning, and she was intent upon changing things. Though she'd tried, often and vigorously, to convince her Dad that she should be allowed to make adult decisions, he'd often denied her. 'No you can't stay out as late as you'd like Ashley,'he'd say followed by 'but you're not an adult yet, are you?' if she gave him any lip. Today she was legally an adult, and she'd be damned if she was going to be cast aside like a child.

The question of how to get the respect she desired had lingered for a while in Ashley's head. She'd tried everything she considered appropriate and ladylike. Her brother and her dad still wouldn't give her the time of day, and she was done waiting. The only time either of them seemed to be at a loss for their next smart retort, Ashley had just done something to turn them on. Sometimes, it was an accident. Other times... well she couldn't in good conscience let them have all the fun.

Her birthday morning had started perfectly; her mom and dad were going to be out at some sporting event an hour away until at least the late afternoon. Her brother was as she could expect to find him on any other Saturday, hungover and lounging with all the shades drawn in his bedroom.

She often joined him on these mornings, where more than a few encounters had made Ashley feel that familiar warmth creep up her thighs. So like any other time, she turned the tips of her toes in the direction of her door and took a few bouncy steps toward her brother's room. As the cool air breezed by her thighs, she actually couldn't think of a shorter shirt that she owned and could still call a nightshirt by any stretch of the imagination.

It wouldn't have been as much of an issue if she'd had panties on. But it just felt so good being bottomless in her soft bed sheets and she hadn't bothered to put them on when she woke up. Besides, it worked with her plan just fine.

'Knock knock,' Ashley leaned against the door and it swung open. Her brother lay in bed staring like a zombie at the tv, as usual.

'God damn' her brother Rob thought upon seeing her. Even in the dim light from the television the sight of his little sister was near irresistible.

More and more often now he was finding Ashley surprisingly attractive. He wrote it off as his sister going through a 'phase' as she started getting attention from a lot of boys. He wasn't going to complain that he often saw his sister changing in her room through a wide-open door or lounging sexily on the couch, either.

So he pretended to watch whatever show was on the tv at the time as he told Ashley to come in and she walked toward his bed. He was especially in favor of the shirt she was wearing, swaying gently at her thighs. If it was any shorter... He had to look away as she sat down on the bed, fearful she might notice.

"Hey lazy bones," Ashley said with a smile as she settled on the bed. She didn't have to look, she could feel his eyes upon her. It excited her, and she pushed out her chest to give her brother a better impression of what was underneath.

He certainly noticed, and as usual he was surprised by what sizable breasts his little sister had on such a small frame. They were 32C, though sometimes a D fit her better. Her nipples were the perfect size, boldly poking through her shirt as they were. Her tits weren't out of hand or anything, but Rob sure did wonder what they would feel like resting in his palm.

"Did you run out of pants or something?" Rob teased his sister. Her butt peeked out from below the shirt, perched as she was on the bed.

"No, jerk," Ashley replied, "I just like wearing as little as possible to bed, it feels better that way. I usually sleep naked so this is an improvement.

Somehow Rob disagreed. At that moment, with her breasts swelling through the cotton shirt and the little shimmy she performed when talking about how "good it felt to sleep naked," he'd rather she was wearing nothing. In fact, the swelling under his sheets urged him to undress her himself.

And so the morning started off as usual, with Ashley sitting on the edge of her brother's bed and occasionally stretching out back onto the bed. She hadn't allowed him more than a peek or two at her butt, though her stretching did leave little of her beautiful body to his imagination.

As usual her brother teased her for this and that; he was always cranky on those kinds of mornings. But at some point, Ashley decided she would shut her brother up. She slowly slid her legs back toward him, soles up, feeling the comforter rub her smooth thighs just right. She was arching her back, and the t-shirt still hung just below her butt.

Her brother was watching the whole thing. Frankly he didn't care if she caught him at this point. Ashley neglected to look back intentionally, giving her brother an uninhibited view of the trap she was currently setting for him. She stared forward even as she heard him choke on his glass of water when she finally stretched the last few inches forward on the bed.

Her tiny pink pussy was right in front of him, and she wasn't wearing anything to cover up. Shaven and seemingly glistening, it lured her brothers eyes until he could hardly take it anymore. He grew hard under the covers and adjusted himself so he wouldn't be found out should his sister look his way.

Once again she could feel her brother's eyes on her. Bare as they were, her lips had pulled taut when they were exposed to the cool air... and her brother's wide eyes. She knew her plan was working, so she let him stare as she went on watching television. Every once in a while she even rolled her hips back and forth.

She had him, and was feeling warm inside as she considered her next move. Getting wetter by the second, she naughtily wondered if her brother had noticed. If not, the slow roll of her hips urging her t-shirt higher and higher would certainly help.

At one point or another, the time he spent staring at her increasingly revealed butt and pussy outweighed whatever he'd been watching before. He wanted to crawl forward on to get closer to his little sister. His brain screamed for him to reach out and take her soft cheeks in his hands, spreading and massaging them while watching her little pussy part as he did.

Eventually Ashley did as she usually did and asked her brother to crack her back. Her soft voice calling to him snapped him out of his stupor, but it did no more to calm his growing desire. In fact, knowing this involved him straddling her back and putting his weight on her, his heart began to beat faster. It also involved Ashley wiggling her butt about to turn him on if she was feeling frisky. Today, she was feeling more than frisky.

When her brother mounted her as he usually did, he tried to push her shirt down to add extra barrier between his erection and his sister's forbidden entrance. He heard her coo as his cock settled between her two cheeks, he throbbed in response. Going about his business, Rob cracked her back, moving his hands up and down her small frame while applying pressure.

She wiggled her butt and flexed it. He was harder than usual, and she loved the feeling of him against her backside. As she wiggled, the shirt worked its way up from between them. Then, all that was left was his boxers, doing nothing to disguise how much they were both enjoying the decreasingly innocent interaction.

Eventually he ran out of places to crack and it would have been time for him to lie back down. It would have been, but then Ashley did something Rob did not expect.

Wordlessly, she reached her hand to the small of her back where his cock pressed boldly against her. Her fingers quickly found him over his thin boxers and encircled his pulsing member.

He should have done something,

He should have reached down and removed her hand.

He should have told her to stop.

All he did was look down in disbelief, her tiny hand beginning to caress the sides of his shaft. She turned her head sideways and pointed her green eyes in his direction. His eyes searched hers, but she simply closed them sleepily and breathed as her fingers continued to tease his cock.

Her butt rhythmically swayed about as she reached into his boxers and grasped his stiff rod in her hand.

"Ashley..." was all her brother could manage.

"Mmmmm," she moaned and then whispered, "Robbb..." He couldn't make out the look on her face.

"Ashley...?" he said again, questioningly.

"What Rob," she grabbed him firmly now, "Should I stop?"

She kept jerking him though, and his breathing hastened with each back and forth movement of her hand upon him. It felt incredible, and neither of them was about to stop. She was so brazen, taking him aback before he could collect his wits.

Knowing what her intentions had been from the start, Ashley felt precariously horny. She had already won; she could get her brother to do anything at this point and she could have walked away on top. But under him as she was, her hand wrapped about his big cock, she wanted more.

All it would take was a slight shift and she could connect his tip to her aching folds. And she knew he was powerless to stop what she had begun; he showed no hesitation as he returned her calm thrusts backward. In fact, he was reacting so strongly to her advance that Ashley decided to take action before she spent him on her back -- a waste.

"What if your little sister wants your big cock in her Robby...?" she whispered to him and moaned as she turned into the bed, her voice was muffled by the sheets.

The thought rattled him deep as her hand slid enticingly around his cock. Sure he'd imagined something like this going down in his daydreams, but here she was right underneath him now and it was all very real. He knew he should walk away.

"Ashley, if you keep talking like that... you should really stop..."

"Why, what are you gonna do if I don't stop Robby," she seemed to purr as she grabbed at his waist band, "are you gonna put it in?" Ashley had worked his boxers down now and was holding his tip dangerously close to her pussy. "I think you've wanted to fuck me for a while now... your bad little sister."

Rob was pushing back into her hand, enjoying her attention and nearing closer... like his cockhead to her tiny opening... closer to simply taking hold of her round cheeks and driving in. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He was beginning to realize his sister's willingness.

"What if we get caught?" he queried.

She didn't answer him verbally; she merely arched her back more and touched him to her swollen lips. It was electric, bursting through Robby's reserve. He forgot the question.

"What about protection," he pleaded, knowing that she'd have to say no for him to stop now.

Ashley responded this time, "Ooo, is brother worried about cumming inside his little sister's pussy. That would be bad wouldn't it...?"

She lifted her butt off the bed now, her brother's tip was so close to being inside of her. She knew how much trouble she could be in if her brother's cum ended up inside of her, but the thought of it only spurred her on.

"What if you just stopped pretending like you're not going to and put that big cock of yours in me?" she goaded him . He slid his knees forward a bit, reaching down and grabbing her to stabilize himself. He left his hands there, grasping on to her as he finally decided to give her what they both wanted. He pushed forward just so, his head beginning to reveal more of her pinkness as it split her little lips.

"Oooooh, my God Robby, I want it," she was breathing deeply now, "I wanna feel you inside my pussy."

He buried his head inside now, her opening seeming to will him forward. She was as wet as she was warm, a lethal combination for her brother's invading member.

"Robby..." she said, with a look of innocence on her face; he was transfixed. "...You're my first."

It was as if suddenly a new wave of pleasure had hit him, though his cockhead merely trembled in the waiting opening of his sister. Wanting her more than ever, he slowly pressed forth.

Ashley was in heaven. Feeling her brother penetrate her, knowing how she'd won him over and gotten what she'd wanted effortlessly... it was more than she could bear. And yet he continued into her. Just when she thought he couldn't get any deeper he kept on going. It hurt a little, causing Ashley to wince at first. Her virginity was gone.

Robby stopped upon seeing his little sister in pain, "Ash, are you okay?" Regardless his cock pulsed in anticipation.

It was a few seconds before Ashley addressed him, "keep going Robby... please..."

He continued to sink into her. He'd never felt something so enveloping and tight. As their hips finally met, he thought he'd never feel something so perfect again.

As he reached new depths in her, Ashley's only thought was how she wanted him to do it again.

"Ohh sis," Robby looked down at his sister's tiny hips, her dimples welcoming each thumb as his hands clasped on to her hips for support. "You're so tight..."

"Mmmmpphhh..." she smiled back at him mid-moan. "And you're so biggg..."

Her compliment patted his ego, causing him to withdraw his invading cock from his little sister's pussy almost to the tip. She winced again, squealing into the pillow, "owwwwwwhha, fuck..."

She didn't wait for him to hesitate; she merely bent her knees and pressed on his lower back with her soft heels. The touch surprised him, but not as much as the immediate sensation of re-entering his little sister's insides. With her toes curled, feet urging him forward, he squeezed just above her ass as he watched his shaft disappear into Ashley's pussy once more.

She was so wet, but he still felt huge inside her. Her insides seemed to flex to make room for him; she wondered how it could possibly fit. Indescribable feelings traveled from the very touch of his member to her inner walls, through seemingly every inch of her petite body, and up into her addled brain.

Buried deep inside her, blood coursed through Robby's rod. He flexed and felt a wave of euphoria wash over him, while his expanding member made Ashley lose her breath.

She cried out, it felt so incredible she could do nothing else. Without thinking to, she pushed her mound harder into her brother.

And once he'd withdrawn again, he hesitated. A few seconds later, Ashley looked back at him.

"Don't stop Robby, keep fucking me!" She could only urge him an inch or so in on her own, but it was enough to send a shiver through both of them.

"Oh fuck...I might cum Ashley,"