Mutual Attraction Ch. 02

She kissed me again, gentle and sexual, and smiled her sweet, familiar smile, only this time, tinged with a faint sense of wonderment, and said, "Sometimes, you've just got to trust your instincts." She looked at me and shook her head.

"Who knew," she said, looking down, "that the best sex I'd ever have would be with my brother."

Society provides no rules of etiquette to guide a young girl in what to say in appreciation of a satisfying fuck from her brother, but I thought she was just saying that to make me feel good, not that it was necessary. She looked up at me and nodded, saying, "Wayne, you just fucked me like I haven't been fucked in, I don't know, ...,ever. I'm serious."

I was feeling pretty pleased with myself, and Louise stood up off the couch, and she said, "I think you should go and have a shower. I'm going to fix us some dinner. I want to keep your strength up, because after dinner,Iam going to make love toyou."

I got up and went to have a shower, still tingling all over from the sex we had just had. By the time I came back out, Louise was in the kitchen, still wearing the same clothes, although when she bent to reach into a cupboard, I saw she had put on some plain, white cotton briefs. Probably a good idea, considering the state I had left her pussy in. I had a bit of a thing for white cotton briefs, and even though we had just had hard, satisfying sex, I still got a little excited when Louise bent over.

Dinner was hardly any different from any other night, and we sat and talked, laughed at the show on TV in the dining room, and generally behaved like any other brother and sister. Two things made it different, though. Firstly, as I helped Louise clean up afterwards, she bent over to put some things in the dishwasher, and when she stood up, she stepped back and pressed herself against me, holding her sexy body against me for a moment without speaking, and then went back to what she was doing. Then, as I reached into a high cupboard a few minutes later, she stepped in to face me, so when I put my arms down, they were around her. She looked me in the face, close up, and said, with her mischievous smile, "I've got some dessert for you, but we won't be having it at the table."

She smiled and turned to continue tidying up. After we finished, she said, "Go and relax while I go and have a shower. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I sat on an armchair in the family room and waited, watching the TV, and feeling my excitement mount. A few minutes later, Louise stepped into the room, wearing a pair of very sexy pink pyjamas. They were kind of similar in style to the blue pair she was wearing the first time we made love, but cut in a much more sexy way, with more lace. "I bought these in my lunch hour today. What do you think?"

"They look great on you," I said, but I was thinkingYou look like a walking wet dream in those things and I want to chew them off with my teeth, and explore every inch of you with my tongue.I probably should have said it, considering what we had already done together, but she came over and bent down, kissing me, long, gentle and sexy, on the mouth. She smelt as good as she looked, a mixture of soap, mild perfume and her own scent. I inhaled her breath as she held her mouth close to mine, and I just wanted her body in the worst possible way.

"Let's go down to my room," she said, softly, "I want to make love. I think you do, too." I got up, weak kneed, and we walked down to her bedroom. She had bought herself a double bed when she first started working, and she looked at the bed, but turned to me, and held me close.

"Wayne, I don't want to get carried away with all this, but I want to show you the difference between fucking and making love." I had no answer for that, so she continued.

"This afternoon, I asked you to fuck me hard, because sometimes a girl just wants to be fucked hard. I made it into a bit of fun, because that's me, it's the way you and I have always been," Louise said, "but tonight, I'd like you to let me do all the work, and we'll both get all the pleasure." I could feel her warm breath on my face as she spoke, and I said, "What would you like me to do?"

She moved to the bed, and lay on it in those sexy pyjamas, and said, "Unwrap me like I'm a present. Like I'm a present for you."

I stepped to the bed, and looked down at her, first her face, then her lovely body. I have to admit, my eyes stopped at her pelvis. "Where do I start?" I asked.

"Anywhere you like," she smiled.

I knelt down beside the bed, and I kissed her mouth, slowly, lovingly, gently, sexually. I drew back from the kiss and I looked down her body, stretched out on the bed, and I moved down to her pyjama pants. I gently placed my right hand in the waistband and lifted it, and looked at her face. Making eye contact, she lifted her bottom without speaking, and let me pull them down, then I slid them along her long, beautiful legs and took them off her entirely. I looked at her pussy, and I saw it had regained its composure after the hard sex it had experienced in the afternoon. It was now pink and pretty again, the inner lips only slightly parted. I was so excited by her body and her bare pussy. I moved my head forward and kissed her gently, right in the middle of the triangle of her pubic hair, and I inhaled as I held my face against the soft hair. Her scent there was similar to the scent of her pussy, but lighter, and its effect was to make my entire body seem to buzz with sexual excitement. I kissed her again, just at the apex of the triangle, holding the kiss and inhaling gently.

I pulled back from the kiss, and I looked at Louise's face, and she seemed genuinely concerned here. "Don't you want to see me naked?" she asked.

"I do," I answered, "but I don't want to open all my presents at once." She smiled her so-sweet smile again.

I placed my right hand under her left knee and gently lifted, and she let me move it slightly, opening her legs enough for me to kiss her gently on her pussy. I didn't try to lick her, as much as I had found I loved to do this, but I just kissed her beautiful, private part once more, gently and lovingly. The scent of her freshly washed pussy was incredible.

Then, it occurred to me that twice now, I had made love to my sister, but I had never seen her breasts. I had been so excited by being able to explore and experience her lovely body, that I had overlooked them, even though I had admired them so many times in the past.

I decided to rectify that, and I moved along the bed, and undid the two buttons on her pyjama top, and placed my right hand up underneath the silky material, gently touching her left breast. I then kissed her left breast through her pyjama top, looked at her eyes, and then gently lifted her top. She sat up on the bed, with my hand still holding her pyjama top, and I lifted it over her shoulders. I put it on the bed and she lay back down. For the first time, I saw her fully naked, and I had to swallow before I could speak. I was, honestly, dazzled by the sight of her body like that. "Louise, I just don't know where to start," I said.

"You're doing very well so far, Wayne. You haven't put a foot wrong, but if you're asking for a hint, I kind of like having my boobs played with," she smiled. I had just put my hand on her left breast under her pyjama top, but faced with the sight of them, I could barely touch her there, I was so excited. I had checked them out so many times in the past, under her clothes, but now that I finally saw them in all their glory, I have to admit I was a little overwhelmed, which was odd considering what we had already done together. As I hesitated, Louise leaned forward, and with a pretend-serious face, she said, softly, "They're not booby-trapped," and then realising what she said, she giggled, shook her head and said, "I mean, they won't bite."

With her fair skin, Louise's breasts were creamy and pink-nippled. I put my hand on her left breast and ran the thumb over her nipple. Then, still fondling her left breast, I leaned down and put my mouth over her right nipple. It seemed to harden a little in my mouth, and I sucked gently, while Louise placed her right hand lightly behind my head, and held me like that, breathing deeply under me. Her voice had a waver in it as she said, "More of that instinct thing, Wayne?"

I released her nipple from my mouth, still fondling her left breast, and I looked at her and said, "I've got a confession to make." She looked me in the eye, eyebrows slightly raised, and I said, "I know you let me lick you and kiss you down there, and it was intimate and everything, but when I saw your boobs for the first time, I got butterflies."

She still had her hand on the back of my head, and she gently rubbed it, and said, "That's so sweet."

Then, she put her hand lower down on my back, and said, "Now, speaking of things that are sweet, I love it when a guy plays with my tits, and I could let you do that all night, but I think it's time for you to get up on this bed and let me make love to you, Wayne, because if I don't do it right now, I'm going to explode."

I tried to look pensive, which was difficult in the circumstances, and said, "Hmmm, messy. Hard to explain, too."

Louise moved over to make room, and I got on the bed next to her. She rolled over and straddled my legs, and started undoing my trousers without any preamble. She took them off, along with my underpants, and there was no doubt I was ready to continue. She bent down and kissed me on the head of my cock, and said, "I could show you some things I can do with this, but right now, I just want it inside me."

She moved up and mounted me, and I could feel she was very wet, as her pussy sank down on me. It felt so good, I had to swallow again before I could talk. "That went in pretty easily," I said, and she smiled, leaned down to kiss me, and then replied, "Now, I want you to just lie there and let me do the work. Don't hold back, just let yourself come. This is about you."

"You want to come too, don't you?" I said, a little puzzled.

She kissed me again as she moved her pelvis back and forth and said, "You and I can't be in love because of who we are, we both know that, Wayne, but this is anactof love. I think we can allow ourselves that."

I nodded.

"Just let me use my body to give you pleasure, Wayne". Her breathing was a little faster.

"If you feel yourself starting to come, don't hold onto it, just let it happen. Just ride it. I know you like to hold on, and girls love that in a guy, but this time I just want you to let yourself go," she said, becoming a little more breathless herself.

It was hard to keep myself from moving my own pelvis, but I did as she said, and tried not to fuck her back. I felt myself coming, and I rode, it just like she said. I'm not a person who normally moans during orgasm, but this time, I cried out. I couldn't help it, and my orgasm was different from any I had experienced. It was not as intense, and it came from a different place. I realised why people talk about loving with their heart, because it seemed to well up in the centre of my body, and not below the waist, and it just brought a moan from me that I could not hold inside.

After I had come, Louise slowed down her thrusting and then stopped. "Don't move," she said softly. She licked her lips to moisten them, and kissed me, then said, speaking softly, "Now that everything's, kind of relaxed down there, if I get into the right position," and she shuffled a little bit to do that, "I can put just the right amount of pressure on my clit, and finish myself off."

"Anything I can do to help?" I asked, still a little breathless myself.

"Just hold me. Hold me around my back to help keep me in place. Isn't that beautiful?" she said in a breathy whisper, "That, all you've got to do to help me come is just hold me tight?" She kissed me again, quicker this time, and said, " A lot of guys won't do what you're doing now. When it's over it's over, with them."

She was rocking back and forth, gently and with only short movements, and I was only half hard, but still inside her. She leant down and kissed me again, and with her breathing becoming faster, she turned her head slightly, and her lower lip began to quiver. Her face looked as though she was about to cry, and she said, simply, and with a longing in her voice, "Oh, Wayne, that's precious. I wish I could explain what it feels like, but I can't."

A shudder seemed to go through her, and she took two or three quick, sharp breaths, with that sublime look that could have been either pleasure or pain on her face, and it was over. No swearing, no crying out, no screaming, just the love between two people, channelled through my sister's beautiful body.

"I love you Wayne," she said softly, "I'm allowed to say that, because you're my brother. I can't beinlove with you, but Icanlove you, Wayne, and I do."

I held her to me, still inside her, and I placed my right hand down on her bottom. What man wouldn't have wanted to hold that body against himself? What we were doing may have been wrong on many levels, but from my point of view at that moment, I was holding a beautiful woman in my arms, glowing with the aftertaste of sweet, sweet sexual union.

We lay there for an hour, and both dropped off to sleep for a short time. When we awoke, we spoke quietly, even though we were alone in the house, and there was no-one to hear but ourselves.

"I don't have to go to work tomorrow," Louise said, "They owe me a day off and I asked for it tomorrow."

"Got any plans?" I asked.

"I thought I might take you exploring," she answered.

"Where are going?" I asked, turning to look at her.

"Nowhere," she replied, "We can explore each other's body, right here. You won't need a compass. Just trust your instincts."

Soon sleep overtook us again, and we lay in the dark, two people who loved each other, but could never be in love.