Just a Test Run

Her comment took me by surprise. This was a game changer. A dangerous game changer. But to be honest, it was one of the most erotic, exciting, sexual things I had ever heard. A switch clicked. I loved her. Not as a sister, but for who she was. The woman who was Linda. The woman I had known all my life. I was totally in love with her.

Okay, I thought. I will call her bluff. I was pretty sure she would back down. I stood up and took off my T-shirt and threw it on the couch. She hesitated, then she quickly pulled her T-shirt over her head, and it joined my discarded shirt. Her wonderful tits were now free. Then, in one swift movement she slipped her panties down, and kicked them off.

It was like an electric shock went through my body. She wanted to go through with it. I just stared at her wonderful, sweet, naked pussy. She saw where I was looking. "Well, it is not like you haven't seen it before," she said with a bit of attitude. She put up a front of bravado, but I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. We both seemed frozen at this point.

She looked nervous and I realized her eyes were fixed directly on the crotch of my shorts. My running shorts did nothing to hide my totally hard, and slightly twitching, cock.

"You too," she said, as she pointed a finger at my crotch.

Well, this was the moment of truth, so to speak. I didn't think for more than a couple of seconds, and then unceremoniously pushed my shorts down and kicked them off. She looked up at me, then down again at my fully erect penis. I could not tell if her look was one of fear, or lust.

I was as hard as I had ever been. I am not necessarily big, but my member was pointing straight up and full of blood.

I just gazed at her nakedness. She was beyond beautiful. She was exquisite. Her perky tits were just as I remembered, with those little hard nipples that always seemed to point upwards. She was completely shaven. The lips of her womanhood were swollen, and they slightly glistened with her own juices.

I was torn between grabbing and kissing her, for she looked so beautiful, and vulnerable, or pulling her down onto my lap and spanking her. I had agreed to spank her. She had asked to be spanked, to see what it was like. And I had to admit, I now wanted to do a Test Run, as much as she did.

She kept looking at my enlarged, and angry-looking cock. I thought this would end the game, and I had mixed emotions about that.

We stood like that for a moment, our eyes locked in a sort of visual embrace. It was an extremely erotic moment.

"You are hard. You are really, really big...and hard."

"You're naked...and beautiful," I said, with a big smile.

"Are you going to spank me now?"

"Yes." We had crossed the Rubicon.

She took my hand and she moved around the coffee table, and I placed her across my lap, my erection pinned by her waist. I took my right hand and gently rubbed her ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them slightly. She instinctively parted her legs, giving me a wonderful view of both her openings.

I could have just looked at her naked little bottom, with her private parts exposed, all night. But now, the urge to spank her was overwhelming, and I landed my first blow. There was a loud SMACK, as my hand landed on her right cheek. She let out a little scream, which seemed more a reaction of surprise than of any pain. But she did not use the safe-word and I continued.

I started a slow rhythm of left, right, left, right. I kept them rather soft at first, and then gradually built up force. She squirmed, she kicked her legs, but she didn't stop me. She began to make little sounds with each strike, that seemed to be a combination of pain and pleasure. With each smack, she wriggled and this had the effect of rubbing against my extremely hard, and now-sensitive, cock. I tried to focus on my 'job' and not on my cock.

After about a minute of this, I stopped and took my hand to rub her now-pink little buns. This had the effect of exposing her puckered little hole, and her glistening lips. She moaned with the touch of my hands, but her gyrations against my cock did not stop.

I began again, my hand coming down a bit harder. Since this was my first spanking experience, I was, in effect, learning as I went. I just kept at it, alternating between her sweet little buns. Her little grunts and sounds begin to get a bit louder.

It was then, that I realized her hand had moved between her legs, and she was rubbing herself as I spanked her. Her moaning increased, and her hips began to buck with each slap to her bare backside. As the pace of her hand increased, I stopped spanking her and began again to squeeze and rub her buns. Her hand now seemed to be attacking her pussy, and I could see she had two fingers buried deep inside herself. As her moans and bucking reached a new pace, I let my middle finger slip down between her legs, feeling her wetness.

She continued her frantic pace, and without really thinking, I slipped my wet digit upward and placed it at the opening of the little bumhole, dipping just the tip inside of her. I had not planned on this, but something just came over me. However, I seemed to have found a spot.

"Oh my God," she started saying over and over again, as my finger slowly pushed into her ass.

Then she let out a sound that was almost animalistic, and bucked against my invading finger. This had the effect of pushing it a bit deeper into her. As my finger was now about halfway in her pulsating little hole, she groaned and said, "More!"

That was all I needed. I pushed my finger all the way into her little anus, and slowly began to fingerfuck her ass.

Here she was, across my lap, her buns red from a spanking, her fingers buried in her pussy while I fucked her little hole with my finger. She was bucking and making sounds I had never heard before. It was just amazing.

My cock was close to bursting from her grinding, and I suddenly pulled my finger from her widening little hole. She groaned and turned her head towards me. She seemed almost frantic, as I moved her hand from her pussy and lifted her up so she was standing in front of me. I put my hands on her hips, guiding her so she straddled my legs. She looked down at my cock, which now was able to stick straight up in the air, reddened from the friction from her stomach. Then she looked at me, and a small smile appeared across her face as she scooted forward, and in one downward movement, impaled herself on my cock.

We both let out a loud groan, as her little red bottom contacted my legs. "Oh my God!" she gasped again, as she wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her head in my chest.

Still holding her hips, I lifted her up and brought her down again and again, burying my cock deep into her center. She cried out. I felt the waves of her orgasm, as her body shuddered, and her wetness trickled onto my legs. I exploded with a release that was overwhelming. My come mixing with her fluids. 'La petite morte'...the little death.

I woke the next morning, naked in bed, spooning my naked sister. My left arm was wrapped around her, and she held my hand against her left breast as she slept. I could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing. I felt bathed in a complete sense of calm and contentment. I dared not move, for I did not want to end this perfect moment.

Then I thought of what we had shared the night before. The magnitude of our coupling was beginning to sink in. There was no turning back, and I was at peace with this.

Then, I felt my cock awakening. It had been safely nestled along Linda's beautiful backside, laying peacefully between her ass cheeks, still a bit red from the night before. It began to grow. A beautiful woman, totally naked, a breast in hand, my cock just inches away from her womanhood, was a dangerous mix. The more I focused on my cock, telling it to stay still, the more it grew. I had no control.

Then Linda squeezed my hand that rested on her breast. "Mmmm...I think someone is getting awake," she said. Then she slightly pushed back against my expanding cock.

"Sorry, my love. I just cannot control it," I whispered. "Did we cross a line last night?"

"No, we blew right by any line, if there was a line," Linda said, as she began to slightly wiggle her hips. "We both got naked, you spanked my ass as I rubbed my little pussy, then you put your finger in my bumhole, and finally we fucked. Yep, I think that was a line," she giggled.

I gently kissed her neck. "You know I love you, don't you?"

She moved my hand from her breast and kissed my palm. "I love you, big brother. I have always loved you."

"But, this?" I said, as I slightly moved my cock against her ass cheeks.

"Yes. I love...this," she sighed, as she gently pushed back against me, moving her hips as the head of my cock began to worm its way between her legs. "You know, it is mine now. That is the rule," she whispered.

"Rule?"

"Yes, the rule. Once you fuck your stepsister, she owns your cock. It's mine now," she said, as she opened her legs wider, allowing me to slip closer to her opening. "Don't worry, I will take great care of it."

"Yours now?"

"Yes," she said, as she moved her body slightly forward to a new angle, and then back again. This time, the angle was just right and my cock easily slipped into her, in one slow motion. She let out a small gasp, followed by a purring sound.

I let out a low, long moan as I filled her up completely. Then ever so slowly, I pulled partway back out, and paused. I thought that last night was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me. I was wrong.

"Again, my love, again," she strained to say, in a hushed voice.

I concentrated, as I pushed as slowly as I could. My cock twitched, as it reached its goal. Linda squeezed my hand, hard, against her breast once more. Then, taking my fingers, she began to rub her extended nipple. She let out a small hissing sound as she placed her fingers on mine, and used my fingertips to pinch her little bud.

I did not need a second lesson. I continued to pinch and pull gently on her little bud, as I slowly moved in and out of her. Again, the sexual tension was off the charts.

I proceeded with a slow, steady, in-and-out motion. With each thrust, her juices just seemed to spill out of her. She began to make the same little noises that I had experienced the night before. I was learning her language of sex.

Like a person slowly turning the dial on a thermostat, I picked up the pace one click at a time. It was exquisite torture. However, as the pace increased, all pretense of slow-and-easy was soon thrown out the window. We both had reached the point where our only focus was the release of the tension we had been building. I realized in that moment that our connection, this tipping point we were experiencing, had been many years in the making. Yes, the sex was new. The love was not.

Once again, there seemed to be a temporary loss of consciousness, as we both came. To build to such a point, and to achieve simultaneous release, is not common, nor will it ever be. But to have the experience with one you love, is to have a lasting memory. It was wonderful.

We just lay side by side for some time. Eventually, our heart rates subsided below our training range. I found her hand, and held it. I felt a need to be connected, and she squeezed it as soon she felt it.

"Ken, are we bad for doing this? It doesn't feel bad," she said, as she turned her head.

I turned to meet her gaze. "No, it doesn't feel bad at all," I said, with a big smile.

"But maybe we should talk more about, you know, this thing. What are we going to do?" she asked.

"Well, first, let's eat breakfast. I'm starving," I said.

Linda let out a small laugh. "Okay, but after that?"

"Well, we move all your things into this bedroom. The master closet is big, and I have a lot of stuff that can be stored."

"Is that a proposal?" she asked, with a smile.

"Yes. A rather indecent one, however," I said, as I leaned in and kissed her.

"I love you, big brother."

I could see tears forming in her eyes. "I love you, little sister," I whispered, as I engulfed her in my arms. We just lay like that for some time.

Finally, hunger won, and we got up and made some breakfast. Neither of us could wipe the smiles off our faces, and we kept giggling like teenagers. As we discussed how to 'marry' our clothes and things together, suddenly Linda stopped talking, and looked concerned.

"Ken, what about Christmas?"

Of course, Christmas. It was only weeks away, and we always all got together at our parents' home.

"Oh...I hadn't thought about that."

"What do we tell them? Or, do we tell them anything?" Linda said.

"Oh God, I don't know," I mumbled. "Let's just cross that bridge when we get to it."

Then, as if we had read each other's mind, we leaned forward and kissed. It was a nice, gentle, long kiss. It was a kiss that sealed us together.

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Before one could blink, it was Christmas, and we were in the car on a snowy afternoon, headed home for Christmas with the parents. It had been a cold December, and with a light snow falling, it was hard not to be in the Christmas spirit. It had been fun shopping together, and trying to come up with something to get for Mom and Dad. We had decorated the condo with lights, a beautiful tree, and a lot of mistletoe around the house. We made use of the mistletoe like a couple of teenagers.

Our conversation subsided as we pulled into the driveway. Linda's smile had turned to a look of dread. I was silent, as well. Neither of us knew exactly how this would play out. We had no real plan. I think we both subconsciously wanted to avoid telling them anything. It was hard to break out into a sweat in freezing weather, with snow falling—but I found a way.

We were traveling light, and I got our overnight bags from the trunk. Linda got the bags filled with the gifts. As we marched up the steps of the porch, it felt like taking the last walk to the gallows. We both were extremely nervous.

Then the front door opened and there was Mom in her Christmas apron and Christmas tree-bulb earrings, looking like she had just stepped out of a Norman Rockwell painting. "I heard you drive up. Come in, come in. It's getting colder, I think."

As we put our stuff down, there were hugs all around.

"Was the drive okay?" Mom asked.

I nodded yes.

"Let me take a good look at you kids. Well, I guess I cannot call you kids anymore," she laughed. Then she stepped back and looked at us. She kept going back and forth from Linda to me, then back again. Then a big smile stretched across her face. "Well, your dad is always right. He said to me, just last month, that you two would be together by Christmas. He is never wrong."

To say we were stunned was an understatement. We both just froze.

"Well, I have some gingersnaps in the oven, and I'll put on a pot of coffee for us. Just put your things in Ken's old room; give you kids more privacy," she said, still grinning, at giving us the furthest room from the others. "I only put sheets on that bed anyway. Figured no need to do both of them after what your Dad said."

I looked a Linda. Linda looked at me. Then we both tried to stifle our laughter. I called out, "Be right there, Mom. I'll take mine black."

"I need cream," Linda yelled, as she looked at me with a wicked grin. Then she ran her tongue across her lips and whispered, "Lots of cream."

It was the best Christmas ever.

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