My Sister and I For The First Time Ch. 03

[This is Sunday of a long weekend that was the best of my life. The story is true, and is legal where we live (with regards to age). Don't forget to read the rest of the weekend. Everyone is "over" the age of 18

First off, I am sorry this took so long, life tends to get in the way. I will try to get the last part of the weekend in the next 3 months, but I make no promises. Thank you to all those who had helpful advice for me. If you are planning to leave a comment regarding my poor spelling and grammatical convections, you may as well save your time, this was not written to be a showcase of my linguistic skills.]

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I stirred and felt something unusual. A warm body was in the bed next to me. My eyes fluttered, and my memories of the past two days returned. I smiled and sighed with satisfaction as I opened my eyes and looked at the beautiful, young girl in my bed. My sister was still asleep, sprawled on her back under my blanket, in nothing but a baggy white T-shirt and a pair of blue lacy panties. I could feel my cock stir in my red and black patterned boxers and bent down to kiss my new lover. She had always been a heavy sleeper, and didn't ever stir as I planted my lips on hers.

I moved my hand down to her thigh and began to rub her soft legs. My little sister began to stir slightly, moving her legs apart just slightly. I ran my fingers over her panties, softly, and moved down on the bed. I placed my head between her firm thighs and stared at her. The panties were lacy, and almost see-through. There was a small wet spot in the center, and I ran my fingers along it, determined to make it grow. Her eyes still closed, I could hear my sister's breathing getting slightly faster as I rubbed her.

Unable to take it anymore, I leaned down and pushed my sister's panties to the side. My tongue fluttered out and slowly up, over her exposed pussy. I licked her as she began to moan in her sleep. The noises she was making were amazingly cute, and that made them all the more attractive. I flicked my tongue all over her and then traced up to her clit. I lightly flicked my tongue over the swollen area, and I could see the ripple of pleasure arc along my sister's body. As it reached her head her eyes fluttered open. She looked down at me and a dreamy smile broke over her sleepy face.

"What a wakeup call." Angie said.

"Good morning baby sister." I replied, extracting my face from her pussy.

"That is it, Zack. That it is."

She chuckled as I wriggled up the bed and, lying on top of her, planted a kiss on her lips. We lay there, embracing, as she tried to blink the sleep from her eyes. I finally started to move back down, planting kisses on her neck and collarbone. My hand traced the soft lines of her body, and came to rest at the hem of her shirt. I slid my fingers under and pulled up, Angie raising her back as I did so. I kissed down her ribs and on to her A cup breasts. Her nipples could have cut glass as I took one in my mouth and rolled the other between my fingers. Switching back and forth, I had my sister gasping within a matter of minutes. I kissed down, planting my lips all over her lower stomach until I reached the elastic band of her panties. I reached underneath her and slowly raised up her ass, sliding her light blue lacy panties off her long legs.

I paused before resuming my work to admire my sister's pussy. I had just shaved it yesterday and it looked amazing. I could smell her arousal from where I was, and I decided to not torment her any longer than I needed to this time. After all, it is the duty of an older brother to look after the needs of his baby sister. I leaned back down, and placed my mouth back over her clit. I worked her in and out of my mouth, using my tongue as often as my lips. Her gasps became moans and groans. One hand went up to her pert breasts, fondling the nipples, and her hands went down to me head, twining through my hair. She forced my head down harder and I responded with relish, licking more and more fervently.

I slid my free hand up, caressing her soft thigh, and ran my finger along the entrance to my sister. She was soaking wet, and I could feel the heat rolling off her in waves. She moaned, and I could tell that she wanted me to insert the digit. I obliged, sliding my finger deep into my sister and licked her clit. The combined attention of my finger and mouth was too much for the beauty sprawled on my bed. She released my head and choked in enough air to gasp.

"Oh God! Yes! Fuck yes! God! Yes! No! Stop! Zack, I need you inside me!"

I had never in my entire life, either before or since, heard anything so perfectly amazing. I don't think I ever could ever feel better than I did at that exact moment. I couldn't think, could only act. I reached down, dropping my red and black boxers to the bed and moved up, in position to enter my sister. The head of my four and a half inch cock was at the entrance to her pussy, and brother and sister became one.

As I slid into Angie, it was like nothing I had ever experienced. There are so many clichés about never forgetting your first, but the memory was burned into me forever. If I could choose one moment in my life to live again, it would be that moment when my little sister and I lost our virginities to each other. That instant lasted an eternity, and obliterated everything but pleasure.

My sister was amazingly warm and tight and wet and silky and it almost felt like she was sucking me deeper into her. I lay on top of her, unable to move for the sheer pleasure coursing through me, frozen propped up on my hands and my cock buried inside of my lover's pussy. I slowly moved back a few inches and then forward. My sister grunted with appreciation. I slid back again and then plunged deep inside, and her back arched. On the third thrust I pulled almost all the way out, just the head of my dick inside her. I thrust all the way back in, and she came.

She shouted wordlessly, and the walls of her pussy clamped down on my dick. That was far too much for me, and I blasted my load deep into my little sister. Spent, I collapsed on top of her, still buried in her pussy, and my head tucked into her shoulder. For several seconds, neither of us could move, and we just basked in the pleasure rolling over us. Drawing in a shuddering breath, I leaned in and kissed my sister again. Suddenly, I was jolted ridged by a horrifying thought.

"Holy shit sis, I didn't have a condom on." I choked out.

"Relax Zack," came the lazy reply "Mom has had me on the pill for a little while. Not for sex, other reasons. Don't ask"

"Holy shit." I gasped, collapsing back down on top of her, relief and pleasure mixed indistinguishably.

I kissed her again, and felt my cock stir again. The benefit of youth being recovery time, I had not gone fully soft, still buried in my first pussy for the first time. I looked down, and then back her eyes. A coy smile flitted over my sister's face and she moved her hips in what would have been a suggestive manner, if I was not already buried inside of her. My cock was fully erect and still engulfed by the greatest thing on the planet. I slid back and felt my sister shudder at my removal, and then again, harder, at my reentry.

I thrust back and forth into my baby sister again, each time eliciting new sounds of pleasure from the young girl writhing under me. Her hips lifted slightly, and she began to move in time with me. Each time I plunged back into her, I was almost overwhelmed by waves of pleasure that seemed to roll through me. I leaned down and brought my face to my sister's. Her breathing was ragged, and her eyes were closed, a look of ecstasy on her face. I leaned down to kiss her again as I thrust deep back inside of her. Our lips and hips met at the same time, and her eyes shot open. They rolled back into her head, and her thrusting increased.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck me big brother! Fuck me! I'm gonna cum! Make your little sister cum! Fuck me!"

The ecstasy on her face was replaced with utter bliss. With a final inarticulate squeal, Angie launched into another orgasm. She screamed more loudly than any young girl should have been able to, and her entire body tightened. Her toes curled underneath her, her fingers grasped the sheet, every muscle in her body went rigid, and her pussy seized me so tightly I couldn't think.

The shock of my sister's filthy language, the ear splitting scream, my increased sensitivity from earlier, and the mind-shattering pussy I was locked in was more than any mortal could have withstood, and I painted the inside of my lover with my cum.

I collapsed, utterly insensate, with only enough presence of mind to fall slightly to the side and not directly on top of my sister. The only sounds for the next few minutes were the two of us breathing, more and more steadily. I finally rolled over to my side, pulling my now soft cock out of its first pussy, and releasing a veritable flood of our juices. My sister hardly noticed, still lost in her own private world. I stretched out next to her on the bed, and she laid her head on my chest. I wrapped one arm around her, and we lay in silence, basking in love.

Both of us were covered in sweat, slowly drying into salty ridges, and utterly content. Even if I had been able to move, why would I have? There was nowhere else in the universe I would rather be than right there, with my perfect little sister.

After interminable time, Angie finally stirred and looked up at me. She looked exhausted and utterly spent, but happier than I had ever seen her. With a tremendous effort, she flipped over to her side, and lay facing me. I heaved myself and mirrored her. She smiled slowly but brilliantly, and leaned in to kiss me, her every move bespeaking fatigue. I returned the kiss, and could almost tangibly feel the joy in the room.

"That was the greatest feeling ever, Zack. Thank you."

"Hell yes." I sighed back at her.

"Sorry about what I said. I don't know where that came from." she looked abashed, and her eyes flitted away from mine.

"Are you kidding me? That was super fucking hot." I drew her eyes up to mine so she could see the sincerity and desire in them.

"I love you Zack." she said, looking directly at me.

"I love you back." I replied, planting a kiss on her forehead.

Her hand crept to my chest and began to trace lightly over my stomach, chest, and arm. I grinned, and drew her closer to me, feeling our skin almost touch. As we moved together, a wave of our passion leaked out of her pussy on to her leg and the bed below. She looked down, chuckling.

"I think you may need to wash you sheet bro." she said with a tired grin.

"A small price to pay for perfection"

I returned the smile and traced my hands across her firm body. One hand lightly touched her breast, and the other found the firm curve of her ass. Angie's eyes were closed and as I lightly touched her nipple, a grimace flicked over her face almost too quick to catch.

"What's wrong sis?" I asked, my brow furrowing with concern.

"It's nothing." She said brusquely.

"Come on. I know you better than that. What's bothering you? Let me help you." I pulled her tightly into me as I spoke.

"It's just that... I can't" and to my shock, my sister broke down sobbing. She was barely able to choke out her problem. "You make me feel so amazing...and I love you so much...and you are always making me feel good...and I feel like I am never returning the favor...and I am just too exhausted and sore to continue for now...I need a break." With a final sob, she made to turn away from me.

I grabbed her chin and forced her eyes right into mine. "First and foremost: I love you, and I would never want to do anything that made you feel bad. Anything that made you feel bad could never make me feel good. Second: we are not in a competition, and we are not keeping score. Third: you do plenty for me. Forth: I like making you happy, it makes me happy. And fifth: I need a break as well. I feel wrung out."

My sister saw the truth and love in my eyes, and then new tears leaked out of her eyes. These were good tears, though, tears of appreciation and joy and happiness and love. She embraced me and we kissed once more.

We lay in bed, facing each other, our bodies intertwined and our lips pressed together with a burning desire. Tears still leaked out of her eyes, and to my surprise, they found a mirror in mine. Our kiss broke, but we made no move apart, and I held my baby sister as tight as I could. We lay there, staring into each other's eyes, saying everything without speaking a word. I smiled at her, and she smiled back and sighed with satisfaction.

We must have both dozed off; exhausted as we were, because the next thing I knew, I was waking up back under the blanket with my sister spooning against me. I became aware of her tight ass cheeks on my spent cock, and made a valiant effort to distract myself from my new lover. I was unsuccessful, for she consumed every aspect of my mind. I finally gave up and lay my hand on her upper arm. She stirred slightly, and I began to stroke the hair that reached midway down her back. A look of contentment settled on her features as her eyes opened.

"Do you know what would make life better than waking up in your arms?" Angie asked me

"What's that?"

"Waking up in your arms every day."

I smiled, even though she couldn't see it, and leaned in to plant a kiss on her cheek. She sighed happily as my lips pressed to her soft flesh, and I could just see the outline of a smile.

"We need to be careful though." I cautioned "I am fairly sure either mom or dad would kill us they found out."

"They both work a ton, and we will be careful around them. I'm willing to chance it. How about you bro?"

"Do you really need to ask?" I lazily responded.

She chuckled and shook her head. I looked over at the clock and realized that it was almost 3 pm. My stomach protested and I groaned as I stretched my overworked muscles. Angie was in the same state, sore all over and filthy. I was only just beginning to realize how much we both stank.

"Shower first, then food?" I asked

"I don't know if I can even move. You wore me out, bro." she playfully swatted at me as she said it.

"How about a bath? Mom and dad have that big tub in their room."

"Sounds good. Just let give me a sec to get up."

It took the better part of ten minutes for Angie to stir and force herself to sit up. As the blanket slid off of our bodies, the coolness of the room slapped us both. We dragged ourselves down to our parent's bath room and turned the hot water up. As we waited for the tub to fill, my sister slouched her back against my chest and shivered. I wrapped her in my arms, and pulled her tight, sharing the warmth of our bodies.

All too soon, the tub was full and we broke apart, sliding into the warm water at opposite ends. My feet were by her head and vice versa, and she looked across our bodies at me. A playful simile touched her lips, and she dragged my feet over to her chest. She began to massage my feet, something I had never experienced before, and slid her own up to me. I replied in kind, and we sat there, relaxing.

When most of the soreness had faded from my body, I released her feet and pulled mine away. She looked disappointed, but only until I spread my legs and beckoned for her to move up between them. She slid up to me, turning around, and lay back, her back on my chest and her head on my shoulder. I grabbed a washcloth and body wash and began to clean my dirty little sister.

I washed her long tight legs, those lean arms, and her flat stomach and firm back slowly, enjoying the feeling of my soapy hands running over her body. I finally reached her tender breasts and could feel her shiver despite the warm water.

I was as light as I could be, epically on her nipples, and I knew she appreciated it. The light shudders passing through her were both pain and pleasure, and I hurried to finish. I finally worked the soapy cloth down towards her legs, and I felt them part in response. Angie laid her head back and closed her eyes, her face locked in a determined expression. I stopped and looked at her.

"Still super tender sis?" I asked, concerned.

"Mm-hmm." She replied through clenched lips.

"I'll finish you up later. Let me do your hair."

"Then I get to clean you, right?"

I grinned down and nodded. She leaned forward so I could wash her long, beautiful chocolate hair and closed her eyes again as I massaged her scalp. When the last bit of her hair was wrung out, she twisted around and kissed me deeply. I replied with equal fervor, and then she spun fully around, dragging me forward as she slid back. She hit the edge of the tub and motioned for me to spin around and lay back against her. I did so, and soon felt the soapy cloth all over my body. She deliberately left my cock alone, and between the warmth of the water and the hands on my body, I was soon hard again.

She teased me, rubbing her way almost to the base of my erection, and then sliding away. She leaned me forward to wash my hair and then had me lay back on her soft chest. The washcloth was now on my lower stomach, and it slid lower until it brushed my hard cock.

"One more Zack?" Angie asked me, sweetly.

"I couldn't say no to you, even if I wanted to, sis. But let's make this the last one for a while, I am almost completely drained."

Her warm hand tightened around the cloth, and she began to work the soapy thing up and down my shaft and head. Her chin came to rest on my shoulder, and she looked over so she could see both her handiwork and my reaction to it. Her other hand worked its way down, and began to cup and fondle my balls. I jerked at the sudden wave of pleasure and could hear my sister chuckling evilly. I felt a familiar tightness in my balls, and could feel my body tighten up in anticipation.

"Holy shit sis, that's so good. I'm gonna cum."

"Do it. Cum for you little sister." She said, tossing aside the cloth to pump me with her bare hand.

I shot my load as she squeezed my balls, and could feel my whole body rise up. Her hands continued to pump my shaft, working to force every last drop of cum out of me. I collapsed back down on to my sister and heaved in great breaths as she released me. I finally turned around and thanked her by grasping her mouth with my own.

We kissed for a long time, then I grabbed the washcloth to finish cleaning her. She smiled wearily, and flinched slightly as I probed her aching pussy. With utmost delicacy, I cleaned her, and to reward her for being so brave, resumed kissing her sweet lips. We lay there, embracing and kissing until the water lost all its warmth. Finally, we hauled ourselves out and toweled off, heading to our respective rooms to change and then get some food.

Throwing on whatever was within easy reach, I once again found myself heating up food in the kitchen. The food was ready as Angie walked in, wearing another baggy shirt and black tights in the place of pants. They were tight enough that I could see faintly the dark blue panties beneath them. We sat on the couch, eating and cuddling before turning back on the TV. We spent most of the day there, watching whatever came on next, and not paying any attention to it.

The day slipped by in contentment as we sat around doing nothing but stealing looks and occasionally kisses. Hours later, I still lay sprawled on the couch, my sister's warm body wrapped up in mine. I was fairly sure she had dozed off, but I couldn't see for certain and didn't want to check, lest I accidently wake her. I basked in the warmth radiating from her body and the yielding softness of her flesh as my hand rested on her arm. I breathed deeply the scent of Angie and closed my eyes in joy.