Friends: A Dry Spell

"Damn, she's got a nice ass," Ross mused. He watched the silhouette of her hand moving in the crook of her thighs.

"Lean forward more," Ross instructed. He wanted a clear view of his sister's pussy and fingers as she played with herself.

Monica first ran both hands through her long black hair, hooking it over her ears. Then she moved down the couch a bit to give herself more room. Bending over, she laid her forearm down the length of the back cushion.

"Mon, can you, um, spread your legs some more?" he asked, still with a sheepish tone.

She grabbed onto the arm of the couch for support. Her left foot slid sideways on the floor, and she lifted her knee, moving it into the center of the cushion. "Like this?" she asked.

"Oh god, yes," Ross groaned, amazed he was seeing his little sister in such a nasty pose. Her smooth pussy was framed by her ass and thighs, bringing to mind a Penthouse pictorial from two months back. "Just like that."

Without a further word, Monica's hand slipped back between her legs. Four fingers slid up and down the full length of her cunt, rubbing her outer lips. Ross stared at her manicured fingernails, focusing on the light pink, almost peach, nail polish. Then the sparkle of a large white diamond caught his eye. He couldn't NOT look at it.

His little sister was wearing her engagement ring. His beautiful little sister... his beautiful sexy little sister was wearing her engagement ring. His sexy, desirable, hot little sister was wearing her engagement ring as she put her body on display and masturbated for her big brother.

"Omigod, this is so hot!" he murmured. He watched as her middle finger bent and the tip glided inside. The digit snaked in and out as her other fingers continued rubbing up and down her shaven skin.

Monica was moaning deeply now, as she settled back into her fantasy world. But this time, she was dreaming of the man sitting behind her. And she was doing nothing to stop the dirty thoughts. Her brother was the man she wanted to please right then.

Ross' eyes ran the length of her slim, sexy legs. He imagined what they would look like, if she was wearing stockings and stilettos at that moment. He licked his lips as he stared at her little ass, the flesh taut from her position. No girlfriend... and no wife... had ever done this for him before. But here was his younger sister acting like a pornstar, just to help him get off. He still couldn't believe this was happening. "Damn, is this all a dream?" his mind questioned.

As if to find out, he reached across the couple of feet that separated them and gently caressed Monica's ass. She flinched slightly, awoken out of her fantasy. But she offered no protest. His hand moved down her leg, feeling her soft skin, as her own hand continued servicing her pussy.

Monica relished the light touches on her bottom and legs. She didn't know if she should tell him to keep doing it, but she certainly didn't want him to stop.

Ross watched Monica penetrated herself with a second finger. Her ring finger. The two digits worked in and out of her pussy. Her head dropped down to the padded couch-back and she gave a low guttural groan. Ross let go of his dick and used both hands to explore Monica's body. Caressing her legs... ass... back. Reveling in what his sister was doing, and what she was allowing him to do.

He reached between Monica's thighs, cupping his sister's hand in his own. He felt it writhe in his palm as her masturbation went on. At this, he took hold of his hard cock and stroked it in time with his incestuous partner. Monica felt when his hand left her ass and she quickly stole a glance through her legs to watch his actions. She could see nothing but hand, cock, and balls. She watched for a moment as her brother jacked off.

"Ross," she whispered.

He answered softly, "What?" as he continued enjoying her.

"Come around front. I want to... um..." She hesitated.

"You want to what, Mon?" he gently prodded her.

"I want to... to..." Monica was afraid to admit her desires.

"What?" he prodded, quietly but firmly. "Say it, Monica."

"I want to watch you rub yourself... that's all," she lied. Her brother quickly decided that if she was willing to help him like this, he certainly could do what she asked.

Still holding Monica's hand and crotch, Ross pulled his feet out of his pants and stood. He leaned in and "accidentally" rubbed the shaft of his dick on her butt cheek, though he did it far too many times to pass for "accidental." She turned her head and, out of the corner of her eye, caught him in his cheap thrill. Noticing her knowing smile, he realized he'd been busted. "Sorry," he said guiltily as he let go of her and walked around the couch.

Strands of long hair had fallen haphazardly across her forehead and face. He lovingly brushed them away as she looked up at him with longing. Then her eyes fixed on his cock, waiting for her brother to start.

Ross reached down and grabbed onto his member. He slowly stroked it, eye-level with Monica and pointing straight at her. He imagined it shooting right then, firing his white jizz all over her beautiful face. Ross dared to hope that his sister might let him do that; that she might have had that in mind when she asked him to masturbate for her.

Monica watched the skin flex and stretch under his handling. Her own hand continued its work, causing her to make little peeps of pleasure. She licked her lips, quite absentmindedly, as she watched Ross jacking off in front of her.

Then, saying nothing, Monica reached out and took hold of Ross' cock, pushing his hand out of the way. He stood there, arms at his side, as his hot little sister began to stroke him.

She felt its firmness in her hand and the softness of his skin. She kept a somewhat loose grip, preferring at first to simply caress, rather than jack him.

Monica glanced up at him. "You don't, um... mind... do you?" she asked, quietly.

He cleared his throat and replied, in that low desperate voice that attempted to hide his desire. "Whatever...uh, you want."

Her grip tightened around her brother's dick. The skin began to move up and down, under her hand's control.

Monica spoke to Ross, though the way she stared at the motions in her hand, it almost seemed as if she was addressing his cock.

"Does that... feel good?"

Monica had given handjobs to many men before. Of course, there was Chandler, and her earlier boyfriends; and even a stranger in a bar once when she'd had too much to drink. She had learned what guys generally liked. But for some reason, Monica felt almost... virginal... and she wanted to make sure that she really was pleasing Ross.

"Uh hum," he responded, in a bit of a daze.

Monica started to stroke him faster and harder. She watched his balls move forward and back with as she masturbated him. It felt good to have a cock in her hand. It always had. But for over a year, the only cock had been just Chandler's. She hadn't realized how her hand had been craving something new. All this felt unbelievably erotic, that the cock in her hand wasn't Chandler's; and yet, it was strangely soothing, that it was her big brother's.

By this time, she had stopped fingering herself; her attention solely focused on jacking off Ross. Her free hand made its way up from her pussy and cupped his balls. She gently squeezed them as she stroked the hard shaft. He felt the dampness on her fingers as she rubbed him.

"Oh, Monica," her brother moaned.

"Come closer," she directed, softly. Ross was nearly pulled by his dick toward her. Monica's hand left his balls and snaked back between her own legs. Her finger dove in, as she resumed her responsibility of pleasuring them both.

She now was stroking him at a more leisurely pace. Her soft moans told him that she was matching those movements on her own body. Ross saw that his cock was so very close his sister's face. Never had he imagined that he would ever see her gorgeous face and his dick in the same view. He wondered if they had already gone way too far in this.

"Uh, Mon," he said.

She ignored him. In Monica's mind, the line wasn't being crossed. Rather, it was being pushed a just little farther away with every passing moment.

Monica's hand stopped. For a split-second, Ross feared that she realized just exactly what they were doing, and had decided to end it.

Instead, her eyes closed. The tip of her tongue slipped out barely past her lips, and she took a long, slow lick up the side of his shaft. This was followed immediately by a series of wet, tongue-kisses.

"M-Monica," he stammered.

"Shh, let me do this for you," she mumbled, as she continued bathing her brother's cock with her tongue.

"Omigod," he whined.

Monica gently chastised him between licks, her eyes still shut the entire time. "Look... you're the one... who... wanted... me... to help you."

"Yeah, but-"

"Shut up, Ross," she interrupted him, letting him know that she was going to blow him, whether he liked it or not. And like it, he did.

He refused to admit it out loud, but his sister's tongue felt so good, running all over his cock and balls. Then she went over the top, and he watched half his dick disappear. He fought the urge to grab her head and push all the way to the back of her mouth. If she was going to do this, it was best to let her do what she wanted.

Monica's head bobbed up and down his cock. Her own finger restarted its motion in and out of herself. Soon, Ross heard a series of loud, sloppy moans coming from his sister, as she strove to maintain both his blowjob and her masturbation.

She tried to focus on licking and sucking the cock that was in her mouth. Yet her own desire to cum kept invading her thoughts.

Normally at this point with Chandler, she would have flipped on her back and told him to fuck her. But she knew that wasn't an option with Ross. Still, she would allow herself to do pretty much anything else for him. She would even let him cum in her mouth, if he wanted that.

"After all, none of these other things are REALLY sex, right?" her mind questioned.

She just couldn't let him in her, she decided. As much as she wanted a good hard fucking right then, she just couldn't do that with her brother. What they were doing... what SHE was doing was border-line. But to screw her brother... that would be just WRONG.

So the only thing she could do was keep masturbating. Indeed, she was certain that she could make herself cum, as she'd done so many times before.

Ross was nearly in a trance, watching Monica's blow-job and listening to her erotic sounds. He had no idea her voice could be so provocative. He almost wanted to congratulate Chandler on his excellent choice of a wife. But clearly, Ross knew that this evening would have to stay between him and his surprisingly willing sister.

Monica's eyes opened as she felt a hand gently take her chin, and the cock was pulled from her mouth.

"What? What is it?" she asked. Her hand paused as she sat up slightly. "Am I doing it wro-"

"No, no," he reassured her with a smile. "Believe me. You're doing it right. Oh god, you're doing it right... I, I just had an idea. Something else I'd... I'd like to do."

To answer her questioning look, Ross walked around the couch and picked up Monica's bathrobe. He draped it over the wide arm of the big chair, and took her by the hand to lead her over. He sat Monica down, to straddle the arm. Ross looked up and down her open, inviting legs. The bare balls of her feet rested on the rug in front of her, giving a perfect curve to her flexed calves. His mostly naked sister watched him, still uncertain of his plan.

Ross stripped off his shirt, and moved toward Monica. He put his hands around her waist and squatted slightly to line up his dick between her thighs.

"Wait! No, Ross. We can't," she protested, placing a small hand on his chest.

He paused, then gave a gentle laugh. "Oh, um, no Mon, I wasn't trying to, like, have sex with you. I just... um, wanted you to, you know... rub... on my... y'know... with your..." She knew.

"Oh," she said, somewhat relieved. "I guess, I guess that would be okay. Um... I guess I could do... that."

Even though they were having almost every form of foreplay known to man, it never struck them that they were laughably uncomfortable talking about it.

Monica put both hands on his chest, scooted back, and raised up slightly off the broad chair arm. Ross slipped his long hard cock underneath her, feeling her wetness as his member skimmed against her pussy. His knee pushed into the chair seat and he lowered his weight down onto the very end of arm. Monica settled in, her lace bra grazing his torso. One nipple still exposed and barely touching him.

They sat there, closer than they'd ever been before. Closer than any brother and sister ought to be.

She began rocking her body, rubbing herself along the length of his shaft. His pubic hair tickled her clit each time her hips pivoted forward. Little twinges of pleasure signaled in her frame.

"Like this?" she asked softly, her gaze riveted on his neck.

"Oh, Monica, like that," he assured her, still grasping her tiny waist. Soft wet pussy lips kissed his penis. A hard fleshy rod throbbed against her cunt.

Ross stared at his little sister. She seemed almost unaware that her fingertips were playing in the hair on his chest; gently caressing his muscles. Her rocking continued, and those soft short moans began emanating from her again.

He rested his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes. His baby sister was doing things for him that he'd never done with anyone else. His hands came up and he wrapped her in his arms. Such an intimate, yet carnal embrace.

He pulled his head away, and her face came up. They looked into each other's souls. Ross leaned in, and Monica's eyes slowly closed as his lips barely brushed against her own. But before they could kiss, she jerked away, her body stopping.

"No, Ross. I can't kiss you. I can't... like this..."

Ross chuckled softly. "You can, you can do all that other stuff... but kissing is out?"

"Ross, please. I'll do this for you, but I just- I, I can't..."

"No, that's okay, Mon. Just, whatever you're okay with," he said tenderly.

Monica thought for a moment. "Maybe I should... turn around," she offered.

As if dismounting a horse, she swung her leg over the chair arm, but Monica quickly was back in the saddle, facing out the open window.

She said softly, "Oh god, I hope no one's watching us."

"Just don't think about it," he replied, sliding his dick back under her. His abdomen pressed against her ass.

"Yeah, I guess if anyone's looking, they've already had an eyeful," she conceded. Then she looked over her shoulder. "But we really need to finish this soon. This is the last thing Chandler needs to walk in on." They shared a little laugh, imagining how much he would freak out. "So do you think this will make you... you know."

"Uh huh, I think it will."

" 'K," she acknowledged. Monica turned back and placed both hands close together on the arm of the chair. Her hips resumed their short, slow rocking motion. She felt her clit rubbing on the firm ridge of his head. "Omigod," she muttered with a soft moan.

Ross ran his hands along her back, caressing her soft skin. He came to her bra. Monica felt his fingers dip into the elastic... a gentle pulling of the cups against her breasts... and then a release of the pressure supporting her chest. It didn't matter that she was already nearly naked, nor that she was using her body right then to try to make Ross cum. No, it was just that simple action, that one thought; her brother was undressing her. THAT was the most erotic thing to enter her mind all evening.

He slipped the straps off her shoulders and slid them down her slim arms. She looked down at her bra, hanging around her wrists and draping over her hands.

This was so dirty. This was so erotic. This was so much what she wanted.

Ross brought his hands up and cupped his sister's breasts; something he'd wanted to do ever since he watched her doing it herself, a short while ago. They fit perfectly in his hands and he began caressing them. Tracing their hard areolas and the peaks of her erect nipples. Monica felt her brother giving soft squeezes to her breasts, and gentle pinches to her nipples. Her mind shifted between the sensations in her lower and upper body.

Monica's fingers dug into the padded chair arm. The sturdy furniture was holding up quite well, despite its unexpected use. Her left foot rested on the floor. Her other knee pressed into the cushion, with her foot hanging off the chair. She felt Ross' leg rubbing against her ankle as her body moved. His stomach against her back. His hands on her breasts.

"Damn, Ross would be such a good lover," she allowed her mind to admit.

Her hips continued their work, moving back and forth. Ross reveled in the sensation as Monica's pussy lips rubbed up and down his shaft. The robe beneath where their genitals met had turned a deeper shade of pink, as Monica's body responded to her activity. Soon, she was practically drenching his dick with her arousal.

"Ohhh Monica, that's it," he groaned.

"Can you... can you cum?" she asked, panting, as her labor of love went on. Monica herself wanted to cum and she knew she could cum. Hell, if this was going to get Ross off, there was no reason she shouldn't get herself off, too.

"Oh, totally," he replied, with his hands roaming her body. "Just don't stop... oh, don't stop, Mon."

There was no way, by that time, that she would stop. Her body moved with a workout more satisfying and more enticing than anything she'd done at the gym. She focused on the hard dick underneath her. The occasional flinches of that cock. The warmth and pressure against and just inside her pussy lips. The feeling of the head now grinding against her clit.

"Uhhh," she moaned, closing her eyes. "Oh god... oh... oh..."

Her long hair had fallen across her face, though she neither noticed nor cared. A chill shot down her back as she felt fingertips brush the left side of her neck, pulling her locks over her shoulder. The gentle caresses on her cheek and neck raised goosebumps. Her brother's soft touches were in stark contrast to her own rapid, impassioned motions.

"Oh yeah... mmm... like that... just like that," he encouraged his sister as he kissed along her neck.

"Uhn... uhn... uhn... mm... oh god... oh god... mm..." she uttered, her crescendo approaching. His hot exhale on her neck and shoulder gave an added aspect of eroticism for her to focus on.

Monica felt Ross' body begin to tense. His stomach undulated against her back as he took deep rapid breaths.

"Keep going... keep going..." he said through clenched teeth.

She ground herself against him, moving her hips as rapidly as she could. Monica wanted her own orgasm, and hastened to bring it on. She directed her thoughts to the wonderful titillation of her clit polishing his head; the way his ridge slipped back forward and back across her sensitive flesh.

"Almost there...." he grunted.

"Ross, please, not yet... please... let me cum too," came her breathless pleading.

But groping his sister's body, feeling her cock-dance, and hearing her beg to cum; all were more than he could resist. Ross groaned as he fired between her legs.

"NOOOOOooooo," she cried out, momentarily feeling deprived of her climax.

Concentrating only on the sensations in his body, Ross threaded his arms under hers, and pulled her back against himself. His fingers wrapped up and over and pressed into her shoulders, holding her in place. Monica felt his cock throb with ejaculation.

Her hands clamped onto his hips behind her as she attempted to keep rubbing herself against his shaft and head. Her breasts swayed on her chest, bouncing between his forearms. Her lower body's actions persisted frantically. She looked down and saw streams of cum still landing on her robe and hitting the insides her thighs as Ross' months of pent-up passion exploded.