Hat Trick Ch. 01

"That's cool with me."

Ash beamed. "Thanks, Matt. So. . . home first, or movies?"

I took a step towards Ashley's jeep. My shoe squelched. "Eh, let's not waste any time. Besides I'm getting used to all the weird looks."

Within the hour, we were back at Ash's dorm with a trio of DVDs and a bottle of wine. Normally I'm a beer drinker, but Ash assured me it was a good vintage and that I'd like it. We didn't have a lot of time to browse for flicks (the Blockbuster staff were a little put out by our accessories), so we ended up getting whatever was on the first couple of shelves. An action flick for me, a tearjerker for Ash, and a comedy we'd both enjoy. Once again, after showering and changing, I waited in the lounge for Ash to give me the all clear sign. Though, how much "freshening up" did she really need for a night in?

Not that I complained when she padded down the hall to summon me back to her room. She wore a thin white halter top that stretched taut across her full breasts, dented at the peaks by the cool air in the room, and exposed her smooth, flat belly. A loose pair of sweats that hung low enough across her hips to show the waistband of white panties. Ash ditched her glasses for her contacts, applied a subtle gloss of makeup to enhance her natural beauty, tied her blazing red hair tied into a pair of pigtails, and spritzed herself with her favorite perfume. "Sorry I took so long," she said. "I have popcorn in the microwave."

It took me a moment or two to find my voice. "Uh, sounds good." I lurched to my feet and followed Ash down the hall to her room.

"What do you want to watch first?" she asked me over her shoulder.

I forced myself to look away from the cheeks of her ass. "Why don't we get the chick flick over with." Ash slipped into the room and threw the movie into the player while I pulled the popcorn out of her micro. I found a bowl and dumped the popcorn inside. When I turned around, I found Ash curled up in a sitting position on her bed. That's when I realized that Ash really didn't have any furniture in her dorm. We would have to share the bed. My stomach did flip-flops as I found a seat beside her and handed the bowl over. I couldn't exactly say why, or perhaps wouldn't admit to myself why, but I was very, very nervous. Suddenly all I could think about was eighth grade and Becky Garner, the first girl I ever kissed.

The feeling intensified as Ash leaned into me, setting the popcorn between us. She wound an arm around mine, a heavy tit pressing against my bicep, and laid her head across my shoulder.

I don't remember much of the movie. Something about an old woman and a young woman, and the two enriching one another's life through the friendship they form, or some other such bullshit. I barely tasted the popcorn, either. Ashley's scent and feel were far too distracting, as were the wildly inappropriate thoughts swirling through my head. Once or twice or twenty-odd times, I risked glances down the front of her halter top, where her breasts strained against the fabric, clearly without support. They shifted and bobbed with each breath and little movement, and I could feel my jeans tightening against me. This was so very wrong, and yet I didn't want it to stop.

"That wasn't so bad," Ash said, shifting away from me as the film ended. I nodded dumbly. "You liked it?" she asked, incredulous.

"It was alright," I said.

She laughed and gave me a slug in the arm, which caused all sorts of jiggling. "You big liar," she said. As her tits bobbed, I tried not to stare too obviously, but I don't think I did too good a job of it. Nor do I think Ash minded. At the very least, she did what she could to show off her impressive cleavage while she threw in the next movie. She bent down to pull the old disk out and slip the new one in, her tits swinging out below her, her back arched, and ass raised provocatively in the air. She played with the straps of the halter while she fished out the bottle of wine and poured two glasses, then made certain to bend over in front of me while she handed me one. Then she was beside me again, arm through mine, thigh touching mine, breast against my bicep.

The wine disappeared quickly. I didn't pay any more attention to the action movie than I did to the chick flick. Burned out cop avenges partner's death, with a lot of unnecessary wire work and explosions thrown in for good measure. Ash laughed at the more ludicrous action scenes, which did amazing things to her anatomy. The wine had a warm feeling growing in my gut and a lightness in my head, and I was beginning to not care whether Ash caught me staring at her tits. When she finally did, she only arched an eyebrow and smiled broadly and went back to watching the movie.

My heart almost stopped. And it actually did when her left hand fell across my inner thigh. It might have been an innocent move, a casual shift to find a more comfortable spot, or maybe it wasn't.

I found my eyes falling to her bustline again and again, to the sweetly rounded flesh that sat like soft and pliable cantaloupes high upon her chest. Just as the burned out cop was about to face off against the drug lord who murdered his partner, Ash gulped down the last of the wine and turned to me. Her fingers dug into my thigh, needlessly pulling my attention away from the movie and back to her.

"I'll show you mine," she said, "if you show me yours."

I stared at her for a breathless moment. "Uh. . . what?" I licked suddenly dry lips.

Looking me directly in the eyes, Ash dangled her wine glass from two fingers and cupped her right breast with the rest of her hand. "I said, I'll show you mine," and now she moved her other hand up my thigh closer to my crotch, "if you show me yours. C'mon, Matt, you've been staring at these puppies all night. Not that you've never checked me out before, but you're being a little blatant about it now. Besides, after this morning, I'm more than a little curious myself to see what you're packing in there."

"Jesus, Ash," I breathed. "This is wrong. . . you're my sister for Christ's sake."

She laid her hand across my crotch, feeling my length through my jeans. "Try to tell me that doesn't make it hotter. You want this just as much as I do, Matt." She grinned impishly. "So what have you got? Six, seven, eight inches?"

"I think you've had a little too much wine," I tried to protest. Feebly, to be sure, but I did protest.

"Half a bottle?" Ash said. "Hardly." She traced a finger along my zipper. "This is a one time offer, Matt. Say no one more time, and that's it. We never speak of this again." She set her wine glass down on the floor. "But we also don't find out."

"Find out what?"

"How good it could be." She looked me in the eyes and I found the last shreds of my resistance fading away. So I kissed her. I leaned in, pressed my lips against hers, felt them part, and thrust my tongue between them. I tasted wine and popcorn and her, and the best part was how she pressed into me, her tongue wrestling with mine, her scent washing over me. We broke away for a moment. I looked deep into her eyes, saw my lust and need mirrored within them, and kissed her again. As we did, Ash grabbed the bottom of my shirt and began to tug it up and off of me. We broke off the kiss as the shirt went past my head, then went at it again, wrestling tongues and lips.

When I felt Ash's nimble fingers unsnapping my jeans and lowering the zipper, I felt a momentary flash of reason. This was insanity - illegal - immoral - incest! What were we thinking? Then her fingers slipped into my shorts and I felt her fingertips gently caressing my engorged cock, and instinct took over again. I hitched my hips and slid jeans and boxers free. Ash pulled away from me, pausing to trace her tongue along my lower lip, and took a careful look at my nudity. Hazel eyes widened in surprise, red lips parted, and she licked her own lips this time.

Her eyes met mine. "Nine?" she said, a little breathless.

I shrugged. "Not every guy measures his dick, Ashley."

"Yeah, but I know you. Nine?"

I grinned. "Nine."

"Jesus," she gasped. She slid downward, off the edge of the bed, so she could look my cock in the eye. I felt her breath on my sensitive skin, falling across the purple plum shaped head. Ash shifted a bit, taking it in from different angles, admiring my considerable length, standing proudly from the dark thatch of curls at its base. "It's beautiful," Ashley breathed. She laid a forefinger against the head, squeezing out a dollop of precum, and slowly traced her way down the underside to my balls. Those she cupped gently, almost weighing them, and then slowly, almost reverently, wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock. There was still plenty of me sticking out, and she brought her other hand up to grip me as well. The head still lay revealed, and with a smirk, I flexed my cock, expanding the head, and releasing another drop of precum.

"Well," I said, "I held up my part of the deal."

"What?" Ashley asked. She seemed a little dazed, and flushed, but whether that was from the wine or the situation, I couldn't be sure.

"I showed you mine," I explained. "I want to see yours."

"Ah." She smiled brilliantly, sexily, and gave my cock a quick, gentle squeeze. Then she released me and stood up, jiggling all the way. With an insolent, saucy grin, she tossed her pigtails and hooked her thumbs in her halter straps. She lifted them straight up, the fabric of the top tightening across her tits and pushing them together, then let the straps snap back to her shoulders. Titties bounced deliciously. My cock jumped in response.

Ashley dropped her hands to her flat belly and, gripping the bottom of her halter, tugged it up and over her head in one smooth movement that revealed her bountiful, beautiful breasts to me in all their glory. Big and pale, with a fine tracery of blue veins just beneath the surface of her skin, capped by big dark nipples that were hardened with her excitement, they hung high and proud on her chest. She shimmied, giving them a shake.

"Judging by your slackjawed expression, little brother," Ashley laughed, "you approve."

I clicked my mouth shut. "So what are your measurements?"

"36-26-36," she said with pride. "D-cup," she added unnecessarily. She brushed fingertips across her hard nipples and then pushed her tits together, causing them to thrust out, emphasizing their size and curvature. "They're more trouble than they're worth, generally, but they do tend to hypnotize boys, which is occasionally useful." She waggled them at me with her hands, grinning again.

"They're working on you right now," she said, dropping one knee next to mine. She nudged my legs apart and joined me on the bed, pressing up against me, flesh against flesh. I felt her nipples press into my chest, her heavy tits almost flattening against me. Ashley dipped her head and kissed me again. My dick brushed up against her sweats, but the head of my leaking cock nudged up against her naked belly. I grabbed her hips and lifted her up a bit, allowing me to bury my head between her breasts. Her perfume enveloped me, and beneath that I smelled baby powder and her own distinctive scent, as familiar to me as my own. I nuzzled against her, within her cleavage, scenting and tasting her.

I began to lick and kiss her pale flesh, moving along the slopes of her breasts, seeking out her nipples. When I found them, her moans turned to gasps and her hips began to jerk against my abdomen. I suckled at one, then switched to the other, tracing my way across the valley between her breasts with my tongue. She shivered. "I can think of better places to put those lips, Matty," she half-whispered. "But first... I want to taste you."

She pulled herself out of my embrace and shifted across the bed once more, dropping to her knees again. She cupped her breasts and pressed them against my cock, squeezing me between them, making her cleavage slick with my precoital fluids. She waggled her tits again, jerking me off with her breasts, teasing me deliciously. Ashley ducked her head and lashed the tip of my cock with her tongue. My cock jumped, practically squirting precum across her tongue. She chuckled throatily and released my dick from the delightful prison, only to grab me with one hand and angle me towards her lips.

With a slurp she sucked me into her mouth, just the head of my cock, teasing my sensitive flesh with teeth and tongue. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her tongue undulated along the underside of my cock as she made swallowing motions, drawing me deeper. I threw my head back and gritted my teeth, trying to hold back an impending orgasm. Her mouth was so warm and wet and welcoming, and the very fact that it was my older sister doing this to me, giving me this maddening pleasure, made it all the more amazing and intense. I grabbed Ashley's shoulders and gripped them tightly, just as my cockhead butted up against the back of Ashley's throat.

"Jesus," I groaned. I looked down and saw Ashley's lust glazed eyes looking back up at me, her nose buried in my thatch of curls, while the entire length of my cock had disappeared into her mouth. She swallowed again. I shivered. Then with an explosive exhalation, she slid her lips back up my shaft, leaving just the head trapped within her mouth. The tip of her tongue teased my cockhead, scooping precum out of the orifice, which only forced me to generate more. Ash swallowed it down, took a few deep breaths, and swallowed me whole again.

"Careful, sis," I grunted. "I'm getting awfully -- urk -- close."

She released me with a pop, almost spitting me free, and my heavy cock bobbed in front of her face for a moment. She licked cum-slickened lips and waggled her eyebrows at me. "Too much for you, Matty?" She blew a kiss at my cockhead, and it jumped of its own volition.

"Let's see how you handle it," I told her. Releasing my grip on her shoulders, I hooked her under the arms and pulled her up. She came with a shriek and a laugh, reaching out to squeeze my biceps. I shifted on the bed and threw her down upon it. Without any resistance from her, I grabbed the waistband of her sweats and yanked them down her shapely legs. I tossed them to the floor. Her panties were white silk, riding high against her crotch, and sporting a noticeable wet spot. With a salacious grin, I hooked my fingers in her panties and yanked them down as well. Ash kicked them free and spread her legs, showing off her delectable, pink pussy with a neatly trimmed tuft of naturally red hair. Her lips were enflamed, her pussy open and inviting, slick with juices.

I bent low, slipped my hands beneath Ash's thighs, and prepared to do a little teasing of my own. Blow some kisses across those silky thighs, lightly brush her lips with my lips, then maybe begin to trace my tongue along her folds. But no. Ash had plans of her own. She grabbed the back of my head and practically slammed my face into her pussy. The intoxicating, heady female scent filled my nostrils. Her salty-sweet taste flooded my mouth. Ashley moaned and threaded her fingers through my hair. "Get to work little bro," she ordered in a sultry voice.

Always one to oblige a lady, I did. I dove in, sucking and kissing at her folds, lashing her with my tongue, nibbling with my teeth, nuzzling against her. Ashley's hips hitched forward while her hands pressed down, and a low, guttural moan came from her throat. "There you go," she hissed. I traced her labial lips with my tongue, found the little bump of her clitoris, and elicited a sharp intake of breath from Ash. I waggled my tongue tip delicately. Fluids soaked my lips and tongue and chin, and Ashley's grip on my head became almost painful. I loosed her clit and thrust my tongue into her, going as deep as I possibly could, drinking up her juices as the flow increased.

Ash's breathing increased, coming faster and faster, her hips thrusting against my face. I released a thigh and swept a hand across her flat belly to grab a bouncing tit. I cupped her breast and tweaked the nipple, just as I shifted my mouth and found her clit once more. Ashley shivered beneath me. I felt her nails digging into my scalp, and she made several short, sharp exhalations, tiny cries, as an orgasm shook her lush frame. Her juices splashed into my mouth, and I greedily lapped them up, never pausing in my ministrations until, gasping, Ashley herself pushed my head away from her pussy.

"Ha," I started to say, "You couldn't hold out either," but I only made it to the "ha" part before Ashley pulled my face towards hers and kissed me as fiercely and passionately as I'd ever been kissed. Her tongue dove into my mouth, finding my own and wrestling with it. She kissed and licked and sucked her own juices from my mouth and chin, and finally released me. Both of us were breathless by then.

"That was fucking awesome," Ashley told me, looking me straight in the eye. I felt her slim fingers encircle my rampaging hard-on. "You that good with this?"

I flexed my cock, making it throb in her hand. "Why don't you find out?"

She didn't release me, as we contorted across her narrow bed, exchanging heated kisses as we maneuvered into position. I buried my head between her luscious tits, nuzzling against her plush breasts, tasting her nipples. Ashley's thighs bunched and jumped as she scissored her legs around my waist. She guided my cock towards her pussy, but neither of us could really see what was going on down there, so I kind of butted against her pubic mound once or twice. Ashley giggled and nudged my head away from her breasts. Both of us shared a look, then glanced down between us. Ashley bit her lower lip and aimed my cockhead at her weeping pussy. I hitched forward a hair, and I made contact.

Both of us froze for a heartbeat, stock still, not even breathing. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I began to press forward. I almost expected Ash to finally come to her senses, to push me off her, or at least to grab my cock and hold it back from doing something horrible and yet terribly exciting. But she didn't, and the head of my cock sank into her heat. She sighed and released her hold on me completely. With a groan, I eased my length into her folds. Her thighs gripped me and her hips rose up to meet me, urging me on. I think she wanted me to simply ram home, but that might have heard one or both of us, so I took it easy, allowing her to accommodate my size. My sister's pussy opened up and welcomed me inside, hot and slick and perfect.

Ashley made little sounds, hitching breaths almost like hiccoughs, as I sank into her. Finally I bottomed out, the spongy head of my cock butting up against her cervix, and both of us froze once again. An inch or so of my length remained outside of her, but this was as deep as a girl had ever taken me, so I wasn't complaining.

"I don't think I've ever been this full," Ashley gasped. Her inner muscles tightened, caressing me, and it was my turn to gasp. My cock throbbed hungrily, all on its own, as I furiously tried to think of Niner's stats. A dark flush had spread across Ashley's chest, and her heavy breasts bobbed enticingly with each ragged breath she drew. She snaked her arms across my shoulders and looked me in the eyes again. "So, you gonna sit there all night, or are you going to fuck me?"

I braced myself and quickly withdrew from her clasping pussy. Ashley gasped. We'd proven she could take most of me, and her pussy had stretched deliciously to accommodate me, so the time for gentleness was past. I slammed home, driving into Ashley with a quick jerk of my hips. Her eyes widened, her legs tightened around my waist, and she cried out. I pulled back briefly and slammed home again. Ashley's hips rose up to meet me, and we were fucking in earnest.

A small part of my brain, an incredibly tiny part it must be said, looked on in horror as I plundered my sister's body. My sister, for God's sake!