Family with Benefits Ch. 03

Straddling him, she rubbed the slit of her wet pussy on his semi-erect dick until it became hard enough her to force herself on to him.

She cooed as his hardness was again where she wanted it. She felt his warmth mix with hers, her arousal growing the more she was filled. She rocked her body back and forth, Ed's dick sliding easily in and out of her. Over and over she rode the length of his cock, her body twitching as she scraped across her still sensitive clit.

Reaching up, Ed grasped her behind the head, his fingers entwining in her hair and pulled her down so he could kiss her. He held her in place as he thrust his hips upwards, Chris breaking their embrace as she moaned with delight.

Sitting back, she rocked her hips back and forth, dragging herself over him, wanting his hard cock as deep in her as she could get it.

Harder she bounced on him, Ed's hips now rising to meet her. Reaching behind her, he found and was finally able to undo her bra, flinging it to the side, his hands now fondling her exposed breasts.

Chris sat fully up so he could do what he wanted, but her legs continued to lift then sit her down on to his cock. He pinched her nipples, the quick pain of his grip mingling with the pleasure between her legs. She moaned then was pulled forward, a moment later Ed locking his mouth about an erect nipple.

"Uhhhh, uhhhh," she seethed each time she drove herself on him. His hips were bucking hard, driving his cock deep inside her with every thrust. His mouth alternately sucked on each breast, his hands firmly grasped about her waist as they fucked one another.

Ed tried to pull her down but she resisted, her outstretched arms pressing into his shoulders. Her body bounced against his, her hips slapping against his hips, each pacing the other.

"Oh god Ed, fuck me!" she screamed. Though she had him yesterday, she wanted him even more today. She rode him hard, panting like a dog in heat as he thrust himself into her. Faster. Harder. Deeper. She wanted it all.

She moaned louder as she felt her body reaching its breaking point. Faster her hips bounced against him, her pussy using his cock for her own pleasure. Ed gripped her breasts hard, her nipples squeezed between his fingers, his hips bucking violently upwards.

Her mouth was open, gasping for air, her eyes shut as finally, in a long, drawn out pounding, she came. And came. And came. With every thrust her body jerked, her muscles tensing as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. With little effort she slammed herself onto him as he drove himself inside her, his cock embedding itself deep within her sopping pussy.

With undue suddenness, everything came to a stop, their bodies locked into position. Chris hovered over her brother, her hair draped about her face. Each heaved from exertion, their bodies caught in that dreamlike state of bliss where the reality of the outside world is vaguely there, but one can't be quite sure.

Collapsing in slow motion, she lay herself onto him, breathing heavily, rising and falling on Ed's chest as he too gulped air. She was hot. He was hot.

Together they lay for a time, their limp bodies spent until Chris sat up, gave Ed a quick kiss and climbed off him. He heard her close a door and was on the verge of falling asleep when he felt her lie on the bed next to him.

She settled next to him as he rolled over and wrapped an arm about her, snaking its way between her breasts while his other arm slid under her neck. Nestled together, they closed their eyes and fell asleep, awaking later that day around noon groggy, but satisfied.

"So," Ed asked when he felt her stir, "was it good for you?"

Chris responded by rolling towards him and giving him a long, deep kiss. She smiled as he said nothing, looking deep into his eyes before snuggling tight against his body.

"I'm hungry," Ed said out of nowhere, gently rocking her until she grumbled and let him get off the bed. Going downstairs, he found some leftovers, devoured them and washed it all down with water. Returning to the bed, he sat beside her and ran his hand up her leg.

"Stop it," Chris squealed, jerking her leg up and away from him. "What time is it?" she asked. Looking at the clock, Ed told her it was early afternoon. They had about half a day before things would have to come to an end.

Ed reached out again with his hand and slid it up her leg except this time he continued up until he reached the band around her thigh. Leaning in, he raised his other hand and together, slowly unwrapped the stocking from his sister's leg before tossing it near her panties on the floor.

Raising her leg, he nibbled on the ball of her foot, Chris squealing as he tickled her.

Lowering her leg, he leaned in again and ran his hand up her other leg, admiring how it felt beneath his fingers, the weave of the material giving a hint of roughness to its silky nature, her toned leg encased within.

"You like it, don't you?" Chris asked, realizing the attention Ed was giving her leg.

"What can I say? It feels good and it most definitely looks good," he told her, his hand moving down to her knee then to her calf. Reaching her leg out and pointing her toes, Chris was just able to reach his cock. She swiped her foot across his dick and watched as it grew. Scooting down, she gave herself more room and as softly as she could, rubbed up and down his growing length.

"So now I'm giving you a foot job?" she inquired, her toes curling across his cock head.

"Mmmmm, no," Ed replied, though he had to admit it felt good. Up and down her foot went across his hardness, sliding with ease wherever she wanted it to go. She rested the tip of her toe on the underside of his cock head and rubbed, Ed's dick twitching in response.

"I'm not, huh?" she asked again, enjoying seeing him come under her control.

"Nope. But I have another idea."

"Such as...?" Chris inquired.

"I don't know about you, but I'm hungry and .."

"Hungry? You just ate!"

Ed chuckled. "That was just a snack. I need to eat, and drink," he paused, looking at her with that knowing grin, "something more before we go on."

Chris looked at him and realized she too was hungry. Lifting her leg just off the bed, she pointed her toes and extended it towards him, a knowing smile crossing her lips. Ed smiled at her acceptance and took his time removing the stocking from her other leg. Tossing it aside, he leaned over her and gave her a kiss before climbing off the bed. Reaching out his hand, she took it and slid from the bed, practically bouncing as she stood before him.

As Chris walked by him, he smacked her on the ass hard enough so there was the barest hint of pink visible.

"Ouch!" Chris cried out, her hand instinctively going to point of contact. "What was that for?"

"Nothing," Ed replied, "Just wanted to see that cute ass of yours jump."

Again scrunching her lips, she gave him that playful "I'll get you" look.

"What, does it hurt?" he absently asked.

"You know it does."

"Turn around then."

"Nuh uh!" Chris shot back, her body whirling about to instinctively protect her ass from another strike.

"Turn around," Ed again said, this time in a more brotherly manner.

Slowly, tentatively, watching him as she did, Chris turned herself around. Once her back was to him, Ed knelt and grasping her trim waist, planted his lips on her taut ass where he had hit her. Giving it a light kiss, he looked up at her.

"Better?"

"Much."

He then leaned in as before but this time began to suck on her skin. He was able to do so for only a moment before Chris yanked herself from his grasp and twisting her body, looked down at where he had been and saw a small purple mark.

"What the hell is that!" she shrieked.

"A butt hickey." Without another word, Ed stood up, walked out the room and down the stairs, leaving Chris standing there with her mouth open in surprise.

By the time she got to the kitchen, Ed had pulled some items from the fridge and was making them a midday snack. She looked at his ass, tight from day after day of running, the muscles on his back moving as he made their meal. She stood watching him for a moment before padding up behind him and giving him a slap on the ass.

"Hey!" he yelled as he turned to confront her.

"What's fair is fair," she said, smirking at his surprise.

Placing their plates on the table, he said nothing but waited for her to join him. They ate in almost total silence, looking at each other and smiling, Ed occasionally reaching out to run his hand over her leg, Chris responding by rubbing her leg against his under the table.

"So, what else are we going to do today?" Chris asked as they cleaned up.

"Let's go lay out for a while. See if we can get rid of those tan lines you have."

Chris was somewhat surprised at the suggestion but also tempted. Laying out nude, her brother's body next to her gleaming in the sun, did have an appeal.

"Ok, but only if I get to put the lotion on you."

"Deal." Walking to a small closet, he grabbed a bottle of lotion and two towels then handed it to her before opening the door and walking outside. The day was already hot though the humidity wasn't as bad as it had been. Still, by the time he had found his spot on the chair by the pool, a few beads of sweat were already forming on his brow.

Chris sauntered after him, all but certain no one else was around and even if they were, would not be out doing anything strenuous on a day like this. She laid out her towel on a chair, drug it next to his and sat down.

Ed lay on his back, squinting up at her, waiting her for her to apply the lotion.

"You know what we forgot?" he asked.

"No, what," Chris said, already squirting the yellowish liquid on his shoulder.

"We need sunglasses or we'll go blind and have sunburned eyelids."

He was right. Even now, though she was facing him, she had to squint under the glare of the sun high in the sky.

"Be right back," she said, giving him a quick kiss before heading inside.

She had her glasses and was rooting around his room for his when the doorbell rang. Her heart leaped at the sound of the gong and scrambled to a window to try and see who it was. Her stomach sank when she saw Jen's car in the street. She had forgotten Jen said she would be over, whether Chris liked it or not.

Thinking fast, Chris ran to her room and threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before running down to the door, Jen ringing the bell a second time. Pausing to catch her breath, Chris opened the door and tried to act surprised.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. "I thought you said you'd be by tonight."

"I thought I'd stop by early to catch you two in the act," Jen said, stepping inside without being asked.

"I told you, there's no one. I'm by myself." Chris tried not to sound like she was pleading for Jen to leave.

"Uh huh. That's what every guilty person says. There's no one else." Jen stared at her friend then remarked, "If there's no one here, how come you have eyeshadow on?" Watching Chris' reaction, she caught the glance.

"HA!" she shouted and bolted for the back door. Before Chris could catch her, Jen had shot outside and was racing for the pool. As if coming to the edge of a cliff, Jen came to sudden halt.

Her mouth open, practically to the ground, Jen stood and stared at Ed who momentarily had forgotten he was naked. The instant he did, he covered himself but remained on the chair. Chris came up behind them and stared as well, more because everything had gone horribly wrong.

"What the hell?" Jen quizzed, turning to look at Chris whose face was as red as a baboon's ass in heat.

While not overly shy, Ed wasn't comfortable in this position and quietly gathered his towel about his waist, though he still remained in the chair.

"Oh my god!" cried Jen, realizing what was taking place.

"Be quiet," Chris scolded her, though how much weight her voice carried was doubtful. The absolute last thing she needed was for anyone in the area to get curious after hearing the voices and start looking around.

"Inside," Ed finally said, his voice gruff and to the point. Walking past them, he held his towel tight around his waist and went inside the house. Chris waited for Jen to follow and brought up the rear.

The silence was overwhelming. Ed sat on the couch while Jen and Chris stood in front of him, staring at each other, waiting for something to be said.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Jen asked, glancing back and forth between them.

Ed looked at Chris who looked back at him, neither sure how to respond even though it was obvious what was going on.

"Have you two been fooling around?" Jen's second question went unanswered, just like the first.

Chris was beyond embarrassed. She felt like she was a little girl and was being interrogated by her parents as to why the cookie jar was empty. There were no words she could think of, no way to begin, to explain how things came to be.

"So that's why you told me to stop gunning for Ed," Jen told her, all the pieces falling into place. "You wanted to fuck him yourself. That's why you were so protective."

Chris glanced at Ed who gave her a quizzical look. This was news to him.

"So are you two like, inbred rednecks now? When mom and dad are away, the rabbits will play?" Jen's tone was growing more and more accusatory, bordering on condescending.

Jen crossed her arms and glanced at both of them, watching their expressions, hearing their silence.

"Now that's hot." A wicked grin crossed Jen's face as she thought about the two of them going at it. Fleeting images of Chris and Ed kissing, Ed groping at his sister's body, Chris on her knees before her brother flashed before her eyes.

"So how was it?" Jen asked, her condemnation turning to curiosity.

"WHAT?!!" Chris shrieked. Her face, which had mostly returned to its normal color, flushed red again. There was no way she was ever going to tell Jen, or anyone else, about this.

"How was it? It's not like either of you two can deny it, so you might as well tell me how it was. Or rather," she said, glancing at Chris, "how is he?" Jen raised an eyebrow at her friend, the unmistakable sign of a hidden meaning behind the question.

Chris' face was now officially on fire. She felt lightheaded and sick to her stomach, her ability to stay upright in doubt.

"Seriously Jen? You're going to do this?" Ed asked, his brotherly instinct to protect his sister finally kicking in.

"Do what? I'm not the one who was doing anything," she replied, her accusatory double entendre silencing him for the moment.

"Ok," Chris blurted out. "We've been sleeping together. But it's not my fault! Ever ..."

"Not your fault?" Jen inquired. "How could it not be your fault?"

"Let me finish," Chris told her. "Ever since I saw the two of you that night, when Ed left the room, naked, I started having dreams about him."

"Oh ... my ... god!" Jen squealed. All the dirt was finally shaking loose, and she was the cause of it!

"So tell me Ed," Jen began, sitting down next to him while leaning an arm on the back of the couch, "how did you feel when your sister told you she wanted to fuck your brains out?" She looked at him, a big, shitty grin on her face, waiting to hear what he had to say.

Ed glanced at Chris who was frozen in place. Not only had they been discovered but now they were practically being forced to tell her best friend about it.

"I'll bet it was hot, wet, sex, wasn't it?" Jen's voice was quiet, sultry and spot on. "Is she a screamer Ed?" She was enjoying this, the long, slow torment of getting under their skin. Even more, she was exciting herself at the thought of Ed sitting next to her with only a towel between the two of them and the things they could do on the couch.

"Stop it," Ed shot back. "You're done."

Jen adjusted her position on the couch, her bare legs crossing at the thighs, a knee temptingly close to Ed's. She leaned in closer, her voice softer than before, a hand now on his thigh.

"Was she as good as I was Ed? I'll bet those lips of hers felt good wrapped around your long, hard cock. Does she swallow?"

"Stop it!" Chris shrieked. She couldn't stand to hear more of what had taken place, even if Jen was guessing.

"I can do better than last time," Jen whispered, her fingers absentmindedly toying with Ed's hair. "I'll take my time. We don't have to worry about waking Chris because she's right here. She can even watch." Jen glanced at Chris, an evil smile on her lips.

"Yeah right," Ed snorted, though in reality Jen's voice and words, and her hand on his thigh, were getting to him. His dick was getting hard listening to her describe what she would do, the tantalizing sound of her voice having the desired effect.

He held on to the towel though he was sure his erection was going to be visible in a few moments if it wasn't already.

"You promised!" Chris told Jen.

"That was before I found out the two of you were playing doctor. Or should I say surgeon?"

Chris was trembling. She was embarrassed, upset, angry and a whole host of other emotions, all of which were combining into one gigantic knot in her stomach. How could things get any worse?

"So what do you say Chris? Can I take a turn at him?"

Chris' eyes grew wide at hearing the question. She couldn't believe it was being asked.

"Are you some kind of freak?" Ed incredulously asked.

"Am I a freak? Am I a freak? I'm not the one fucking my sister."

"And yet you just asked if you can sleep with my brother," Chris countered, her voice returning for a moment. "While I'm standing here."

"Yeah, so? It's not like you didn't know I wanted to. That's why you had me promise, remember?"

"And what makes you think I'll ever do it?" Ed asked, his voice adding to the round-robin discussion.

Jen grinned at him, a knowing smirk on her lips. "You will Ed. You will. If Chris hadn't been around that night, you know you would have fucked me in a heartbeat."

Ed knew she was right. If Chris hadn't been there he would have been all over Jen, his dick shoved in every hole, her squeals filling the air. He would have fucked her until he rubbed himself raw. And it would have been worth it.

Jen lifted her hand and laid it squarely in his lap, Ed's dick hard from hearing her voice and thinking about her, their bodies only inches apart.

"It seems we have an agreement," she said, a knowing wink given to Chris who stared at Jen's hand in her brother's lap.

"Fuck you, Jen" Ed shot out, his hand brushing hers aside.

"Ok!" Jen stood and as both Ed and Chris watched, pulled off her shirt, undid her bra and tossed them to the side.

"Jen!" Chris couldn't believe what was happening. She should be doing something but she was locked in place by her own embarrassment.

Though he shouldn't be looking, Ed couldn't help himself. He had seen Jen's breasts only momentarily that day at the pool but now, standing before him with a completely unobstructed view, his eyes were mesmerized by the sight of her creamy breasts on display. Her areolas were as pink as her lips, her skin having just the hint of a tan, the outline of her bikini top visible.

Then, as if to make a statement, Jen slowly undid the button to her shorts and even more slowly pulled down on the zipper. She smiled at Ed as he watched her undress, biting her lower lip for effect. Turning to the side, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties, slightly arched her back which stuck out her ass, and deliberately put on a show wiggling out of the remainder of her clothes. Once her shorts had cleared her hips, she let them fall to the ground where she stepped out of them and her shoes, pushing the pile to the side of the couch.

Her body had a gentle curve from waist to hip to thigh, a curve which would arouse the passion of any man. Now, completely naked, she walked to where Ed sat on the couch, knelt before him and and opened his legs wider.