My Sister and I For The First Time Ch. 04

This is the fourth and final installment in this series, taking place on Monday. I am sorry that this story took so long to write, but it is finally here.

This is the culmination of the series up to this point, and it is true to the best of my abilities. I hope you enjoy it.

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I woke up sticky, sweaty, smelly, sore, and smiling. Each of those could be directly traced to the beautiful young woman whose bed I was currently sharing. As I came fully awake, I noticed my sister had her hand wrapped around my cock and was pumping away. She saw my eyes open, or maybe heard the breath catch in my throat and looked up from her handiwork. I opened my mouth to speak, but her lips fell lightly fell across mine, stopping my words.

Her hands rose up to my chest and she rolled her slight weight on top of me. Her hips rose, her knees fell and her hand trailed back down to my cock. She positioned me and slid down, excruciatingly slowly. The feeling of slipping inside my sister that slowly was almost more than I could take. I almost came right there and then, but finally, she stopped moving.

I was completely unable to move, waves of pleasure arcing through my body. Her lips had a little smile on them, an indication that she knew what she was doing to me and she was in control. The look in her eyes though, that was of wild lust, just barely contained. She shuddered on top of me, sending a spasm of pleasure racing through me. In response I twitched inside of her.

The wildness of the lust broke through whatever meager control she had remaining. She began to ride me, pulling up until just the head of my cock was still inside her and then slamming down. Faster and faster she moved, and my hands rose to her hips. I grabbed her hips with the intention of slowing her down to enjoy this moment more. My hands moved of their own volition, and instead of slowing her down, they began to raise and slam down my sister with wild abandon. I could feel my hips thrusting in time with her down strokes, and every movement sent shivers and twitches through my sister.

I reached back, gripping her firm ass, and used the leverage to drive her down harder onto me in time with her thrusts. With wild abandon we both did our best to pleasure the other even more than they were pleasuring us, both of us failing in such a way that no one lost. The feeling of thrusting all the way out of her and then almost all the way back out in a heartbeat was exquisite.

Her breath was coming in short gasps and her eyes rolled back in her head. The warm tightness wrapped around my cock further still, and I could feel that I would not last much longer. Thrusting down all the way, my sister let out a wordless scream and came. The feeling tossed me over the edge, and I joined her in climaxing. The feeling of her clamping me tightly as she shook in pleasure was matched only by the feeling of blasting my cum deep into my sister. Her orgasm heightened my own, and that in turn made me cum harder, heightening her orgasm even more in loop of increasing pleasure.

The young body on top of me froze then, her face locked in exquisite pleasure and she tightened around my cock as she spammed. The irresistible force that was my sister's pussy squeezed every drop of cum out of my body, and I joyously parted with it. She finally drew in several long, shuddering breaths, and almost fell on top of me.

Her hands encircled my head and she planted her lips on mine. The kiss we shared seemed to last forever, and I didn't mind. An eternity in this heaven would have been alright in my book. Unfortunately, eternity ended rather too soon, as my sister broke off our kiss and levered herself slightly up to look into my eyes.

"Good morning Zack." She said, eyes unfocused yet smiling.

"Good morning Angie." I replied, drinking in every detail. "You look tired." I added, all mock innocence.

"Your fault." She said wearily, collapsing down onto me.

I shook my head, amused, and inhaled the scents coming off my baby sister. There was arousal coming off where I was still buried in her, sweat all over her body, and the faint soap and shampoo smells from the previous day. I wrapped my arms around her back and felt the delicate bones rise and fall. With a shock, I realized she had fallen asleep on top of me. With the utmost delicacy, I reached over and drew the blanket on top of us, planted a kiss on the top of my sister's head, and settled in to watch over her, as is the job of any big brother.

I was still awake when Angie started to stir. I had found myself lacking both the ability and the desire to sleep. As she awoke, she sat up, still on top of me, and stretched luxuriously. The move caused her pert breasts to jut forward, and I couldn't help myself. I reached up and playfully but firmly tweaked both her nipples. She jumped slightly and swatted my hands away. Rolling her eyes, she glanced down ruefully at me.

"I suppose I should have seen that one coming." She shook her head

I chuckled and smirked up at her as she looked down, all mock sternness. She shivered as the cooler air of the room wound itself around her slim body, her look breaking off. I reached the back of her head and drew her down, suddenly and fiercely. Our mouths opened and our lips locked with intense passion. For a few seconds, my sister's warm lips on mine were all the world. Our kiss broke, and I sighed with satisfaction.

"I don't know about you, but I need some food. And a shower." I said lazily to the beautiful body on top of me. I sniffed "Actually, I do know that you need a shower." She rolled her eyes.

"Fine, but I'm wrung out right now. Why don't you take a shower and I'll meet you downstairs later." She did look exceptionally weary as she said that, so I agreed.

I showered by myself for the first time in several days, and it took me all of ten seconds to wish Angie was there with me. After I got out, I went back to her room, but her door was locked. I didn't bother trying to get her to let me in, but went back to my room and got dressed. I didn't put on anything fancy, just regular pants and an old well worn T-shirt. I made food, and by the time I was done I could hear the shower running. I put on a movie, and was flipping through the trailers for movies that had come out years before when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Angie walked down wearing a loose dark blue skirt that came down to her knees and a purple top that I had always liked.

We ate sitting on the couch, and afterwards she curled up against me, and I draped my arm around her, just like we always did. Hours passed in an unhurried and uneventful blur, full of watching movies, doing laundry, and briefly kissing.

Eventually, we kissed again, but this time it was not so brief. Passion transcended language and was communicated purely through the moans that her mouth could produce around my tongue, and mine around hers. I could smell the musky scent of her desire mounting, and I moved to help her with it.

I slid down off the couch onto the floor, and between my sister's legs. They opened at my presence, revealing the pink panties hidden in the shadow of the skirt. I could already see a small wet spot on them, and I slid my hands along her thighs on the way to make it larger. I ran one fingertip along her slit and went back to her legs. Then I went back in with two fingers. After that, I ran the fingers up and down harder, still teasing, and making her wet spot grow all the time.

Angie's breathing was shallow and her head was lolled back on the couch. I slid a finger into her panties, and slid them to the side, exposing her soaking wet slit. I ran my fingertips lightly up and down again and again. I rubbed her harder, and then brought my other hand up to flick her clit. She gasped and whimpered, and I moved in for the kill.

I slid my head between her firm, warm legs and up to her soft, warm pussy. My tongue flicked out and, tantalizingly slowly, I drew it up her length. I stopped just short of her clit, and reversed direction. I could hear the disappointed sounds intermixed with the appreciative ones, but I still didn't finish her off.

I slid one hand up to her small breasts, and began to knead one through her shirt and bra. I slid the other one up her legs as I moved my mouth up on her slit. I licked my way up higher and higher, until I found her hard clit inter my tongue. I slid a finger inside of my sister, and I licked her fiercely. I felt her hands reaching down, scrambling to find my head between her thighs, but they were stymied by her skirt. To distract her, I worked both her breast and pussy harder with my hands, and her legs began to lift up.

"God! Fuck! God! Oh Fuck! Fuck" I heard, before her thighs clamped down around my head, blocking off my ears.

I licked fiercely, and worked my finger inside of her as I felt her orgasm beginning. Her legs clamped my head so tightly I felt like my skull was going to split, and I didn't mind for one second. Angie's entire body trembled, pleasuring following pleasure as her orgasms continued. She held me so tightly, and for so long, what I felt like I was about to pass out from lack of air when her shaking finally gave way to minor trembling and her legs relaxed slightly. I pulled my head back an inch, took two deep breaths rich with the smells of the pleasure I had just coaxed out of my little sister, and dove back in.

I was single minded in my dedication to give her as much pleasure as possible. I licked, sucked, flicked, kneaded, fingered, and whatever else I could think of to give her another orgasm. It was not long in coming, and then she was gasping out my name in between her incredibly fast and small breaths.

Her legs locked around my head again as I coaxed her body into the maximum pleasure. Her hips bucked up, into my face as her back arched, and her entire ass lifted off the couch, her weight on my shoulders.

Finally she came down from the euphoric high and slid, almost bonelessly, onto the couch. I gave her pussy one last kiss, causing her to twitch, and slid out from between her legs and back next to her.

"How you doing?" I asked, grinning.

Her breath was coming in long ragged gasps, and her eyes were completely unfocused, and she didn't even seem to hear my question. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and lucidity returned to her gaze. Without warning, she launched herself at me, knocking me backwards onto the couch as she fell on top of me. She kissed me with a passionate, almost desperate, hunger. It took me by surprise, but I responded in kind, trying to put all my love into that kiss.

"Fucking amazing." Angie growled, in response to my question, once he had lifted her head enough to allow the passage of words between us. "How is it that every time you make me cum it is the best experience of my life?"

"Because I love you?" I said, making it a question.

"Good answer" A warm smile broke over her face, and she drew me into another long kiss. "I like tasting myself on you bro." She giggled after we had broken off.

"That's fortunate. I like tasting you myself." I replied with a grin, inordinately pleased with myself.

"What do you think bro? Should we go dirty my sheets one more time before we need to clean them?" She asked me.

I smirked in answer and drew her off of me. Upstairs, in her bedroom, our lips met again, and she threw her weight at me. The bed swept out my legs as I stepped back, and I ended up sitting upright, with my sister in my lap. We embraced tightly, but we needed to be closer than clothing would allow. Angie leaned back, and reached down to my waist, grabbing the hem of my shirt. She yanked it off, and I followed her lead, gently persuading her clothing it had no business being in the way. She had on a gray bra with little black hearts patterned on it. She rested her head softly on my shoulder and sighed contentedly.

I kissed the back of her head. My hands lightly traced their way up and down the curves of her back, until they came to the clasp of her bra. I unclasped the garment, and slid it off her small frame, pushing her back slightly as I did so. I bent me head down to her nipples, and slipped one into my mouth. She let out a moan and twined her fingers through my hair. I sucked and licked the tiny buds, alternating between them equally for a time before returning my mouth to my sister's.

Our lips clasped tightly, allowing only muffled moans to escape from between them. My arms were tight around my sister's back, and hers were tighter around mine. Our bare chests rubbed together, her now diamond hard nipples traced cool lines from my saliva across my chest. Her hips circled slowly as we embraced, and occasionally gave a buck. Slowly, my lips moved down the warm softness of her body. I kissed all the way down to the dark blue skirt still wrapped around her waist. I eased my sister out of it, feeling her firm ass beneath my hands as I did, and slowly drew it down her long, tight legs.

Her panties were still sodden from earlier, and I clung to her curves even more tightly than I ever could. They still smelled of desire, and I breathed deeply that pure scent that we had made together. I gently rubbed her through the wet panties, and lightly pulled them off. Every time I saw her naked pussy, it conspired to be even more beautiful than the last time, and I couldn't help but planting a kiss on it.

Suddenly, she sprang at me, knocking me back onto the bed and landing on top of me. She planted a quick kiss on my lips, and then wriggled down to my feet. I felt her delicate fingers unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, then wrapping around their waist. I lifted my ass up, allowing her to pull my pants off. He hand came to rest on my white and blue boxers, on top of my fully erect cock. She rubbed up and down my length and looked up to gauge my reaction.

I nodded my approval, and Angie slipped her left hand into the fly of my boxers. The delicate touch of her left hand on my balls contrasted brilliantly with the rougher friction of her right hand, still stroking me through the boxers. She smirked at the look on my face, and drew my cock out of my fly and ran her fingers up the shaft. I let out a sigh of appreciation, and with the utmost delicacy, her fingertips ran over the head of my dick. I twitched in response and my sister grinned and planted a kiss there.

She bent her head, her hair falling down and creating a screen to block my view of what was happening, and wrapped her lips around the head of my dick. I felt her hand cradle my balls, and her other stroking my legs, my stomach, my shaft, and anywhere else it could reach. I felt her tongue her tongue working around my head, and then her lips started to move down, ever so slowly.

Up and down went her head, and up and up went my pleasure. The warm confines I was trapped in were something I never wanted to escape from, and the hand playing with my balls made it all the more intense. Her tongue curled around the underside of my dick and head, sending a spasm through my body. I could feel the vibrations of her chuckle transmitted though my body, and she did it again and again, until I couldn't bear the pressure. My breathing was getting faster and faster, and then it caught in my throat. She pulled back until just my head was in her mouth, and pumped my shaft while still playing with my balls.

I couldn't help it, not that I wanted to, and I came in my sister's mouth. My body went rigid, and I could feel my balls tightening and releasing, as I came again and again. Her mouth slid back to the head of my dick, and her hands, on by balls and shaft, guided my cum out of my body, into hers.

After my body was expended, my sister crawled back on top of me and merged her lips with mine. She kissed me deeply and sighed, her whole body relaxing. I looked at her, and her eyes slid up to meet mine. A warm smile stretched itself our two faces and I lay there a while, pondering the voyage that we had been on this weekend. It had been an interesting few days, to say the least, and I had thoroughly enjoyed them. For a long while we lay basking in the simple pleasure of contact.

"A hell of a weekend, wasn't it sis?" I asked her, wrapping my arms around her back and pulling her in tight to my chest.

"Not bad," She replied with a chuckle, "not bad at all."

She looked so beautiful laying on top of me, fatigue and contentment mixed behind her eyes, that I felt my cock twitch. I knew she must have felt it, but she just shifted up to kiss me again. Her small breasts pressing on my chest inflamed my desire further, and I squeezed her tightly as we continued to kiss. I broke off the kiss and smiled again.

"You are beautiful, Angie. I want you to know that." I said, meeting her eyes.

"Thanks Zack. That means a lot to me." She said softly, a blush rising to her cheeks as she glanced away. "You are really ... beautiful? handsome? Whatever" she chuckled "I like looking at you. Yea, that works." She laughed and I laughed with her.

As she did, her hips moved slightly, and we both became aware of my cock, erect again, pressed flat between our stomachs. My sister's eyes flicked down to confirm what she already knew, and then shifted back to mine. A smile of equal parts tender affection, wicked intention, and primal desire appeared and found a mirror in my face. She leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips.

Angie smiled as she did so, and her hand moved down. She grabbed my cock and sat up on top of me. Lifting her body, she positioning me properly, and slowly shifting downwards, sliding me slowly inside her waiting warm wetness. It was the most exquisite form of torture I could possibly have conceived of. The time it took her to lower herself ever so slowly was an eternity that ended all too soon, but not soon enough.

The sensation of being inside of my sister was even more fantastic that it usually was, and it seemed that I could feel every nerve in my body celebrating the feeling with me. My hands found their way to her hips as she began to move ever so slowly up and down on me. I gripped her, but did nothing to alter her pace or the force she was moving with. I just matched it perfectly, my eyes not leaving hers.

Her hands reached down and, finding mine, twined our fingers. I gripped her hand as she pitched her body forwards, still maintaining her tantalizing pace. For several minutes, my entire world was restricted to my sister: her hands wrapped in mine, my cock wrapped in her, our eyes wrapped in each other's. I began to move slightly faster.

"I. Fucking. Love. Being. In. You." I grunted, each word in time with another thrust. She bent down and kissed me deeply, still moving slowly up and down my cock.

"I fucking love you in me." Came the gasped reply. "You feel so fucking good."

Eventually, her hands released mine, and she slid backwards. Her right hand reached up and brushed her hair out of her face and over her left ear. Her left hand traveled downwards and found my balls. Her pace unchanging, she began to lightly run her fingers over my balls, before gripping them firmly.

The wave of pleasure raced through me, tensing all my body, and my sister smiled. I smiled back at her, to let her know to keep going, but she did not. Instead she leaned back even more, still facing me, and gripped my knees for support. Her amazingly slow movements up and down felt even better, and I saw her eyes flutter closed. Even without this clue, I could tell she liked this position, as her pussy clamped even more tightly around me, and her movements grew more rapid and wild.

On every stroke, I could feel my cock grinding against rougher smoothness at the front of her pussy. My hands, which had been uselessly lying next to me on the bed, began to slowly and lightly trace their way up the body bobbing increasingly quickly on top of me. I found the small mounds on her chest, and began to run my fingers all over them. I grabbed bother nipples and twisted.