Siblings Ch. 05

The entire time he was just holding me near to him and staring into my eyes. I had my hands on his arms and just remained locked in with his eyes. I suddenly became aware of everything physical between us. I could smell him, his scent, and the fragrance from my shampoo. I felt the sinew of his arms under my hands. My hips conducted the warmth from his hands on me. I swear I actually felt my nipples swell and grow stiff and moisture seep from the walls of my vagina. Once more I felt that I was right where I should be, with Tim.

When I could move I fondled his face in my hands and kissed him. Tender at first, my kiss became more impassioned the longer our lips pressed together. I parted mine and used my tongue to trace each of his to the corners and back. Tim responded by pulling me tighter to him, his powerful arms just short of crushing me to him. Then his tongue playfully ran lightly over my lips, echoing what I had just done.

"I could spend the rest of the night just kissing and holding you. However, I have a meal to prepare. Now, since neither of us is old enough to drink legally, and since I didn't think raiding the liquor cabinet was a good idea, instead of wine I bought grape juice, both white and red, well grape color, like white or red wine. Which would you like, hon? We are having beef so traditionally that means red, but if you prefer white it's fine by me." He was unable to suppress the grin at his cleverness.

All the same, even though he knew exactly what he was doing, how cute was this? I giggled at his deliberate playfulness and replied, "I'll go against the norm and have white, please."

As he turned away he told me, "Wait right here."

When he returned in a minute he held two wine glasses, one with white and one with 'red'. After handing the white to me he clinked my glass with his and said, simply, "To us."

Dinner was a steak and salad for each of us. He said he made sure there was some 'rabbit food' on the table because he knew I liked that. OK, so it wasn't a gourmet meal and it lacked some of the niceties like side dishes, but, come on, the guy thought all this up on his own and executed his plan without any help. Who doesn't love somebody trying their best to dazzle and charm you?

We sat across from each other, considering each other throughout the meal as we talked. By the end he had this lopsided grin on his face.

"What?" I spouted when I couldn't take it anymore.

"Your eyes just sparkle all the time, your smile is so sweet, so white, your face is just so over the top pretty. I can't keep from looking at you as much as I can. It's like I'm trying to make up for the past years when I was afraid to see you and only stole a peep in your direction once in a while," he said, his words tumbling out in a rush.

I know I blushed. "I think you need your eyes examined but I'm glad you like the way I look. I looked at you every chance I got. You just keep looking more handsome as you get older."

I asked him how he didn't realize how many girls in junior high and high school tried, and probably those in college would be trying, to get a date with him, take him to bed, or be his girlfriend.

He told me lots of girls came on to him, but that he didn't trust those that threw themselves at him. "Honestly, Sara, for most all of high school I just kept comparing these girls to you and they came up lacking. Even Jenny (his date to the Senior Prom) was nice, but she wasn't you - not as pretty, not as athletic, not as smart, not as funny, just not you." He just looked down at his plate as he spoke. As if he were embarrassed telling me how he felt for so long.

"They often say that guys want to marry a woman like their mom," he continued. "Well, Mom is certainly a fine model to try to copy, but you're different in ways that are very important to me. You know how Mom supports you playing sports but doesn't really get it? You have this drive and competitive fire in you that I admire. It's that kind of thing that separates you from the rest."

He looked up at me tentatively as if he might be afraid of my reaction. Silly boy! I was beaming. I was "the one"! How could I not be overwhelmed by that? I struggled to right my ship and opted for humor.

"And here I just thought that once I got these oversized balloons on my chest that is what mattered."

"Sara, your breasts are perfect for you. They're neither too big nor too small. And they look particularly outstanding in that dress with no bra," he smirked.

"You can tell I'm not wearing a bra?" I asked innocently.

"Hell, yeah I can. The shape and swell, the way the dress hugs you hides just enough to be modest but shows off how natural and amazing your breasts are. Plus, when your nipples are hard they look like they're going to poke right through the material and that really makes me hard!"

I couldn't help it, I felt my nips engorging until they ached.

"Mmmm, hmmm, that's exactly what I mean," he rumbled, his view aimed directly at my chest.

"You shallow bastard. Just leering at me like I'm no more than that steak you just ate," I pretended to pout. I'd somehow keep my nipples permanently hard if that's what Tim wanted.

"You know that isn't how I am with you. Yes, the packaging is superb but if you weren't who you are on this inside then it wouldn't matter to me." He sounded hurt as he spoke.

"Tim, I don't think that at all. I know the real you, I'm just teasing you a little. I'm happy that you like my body. I want you to always be interested in it. It's yours whenever and however you want it. I wouldn't say that if I didn't know how you truly feel about the rest of me."

"It truly is a phenomenal body, babe!"

"Well, this body wants dessert. Did you plan that far ahead, chef?"

"I did, indeed, mon cherie. Would you like chocolate sauce on your ice cream?"

"No, I'll take mine without," I laughed.

Actually, the vanilla ice cream was just enough to cap off dinner, and I told him how much I enjoyed what he had done.

The candles had burned down more than halfway. I hadn't realized how much time had passed, it went by so easily. Tim stood up and walked over to me. He held out his hand. I took it and stood.

"Hey, you're wearing the ring from Grandma," he remarked, wiggling the ring finger on my left hand. "You're wearing the heart facing toward you!"

"Yeah, I know it's kinda silly but I felt if we were going out tonight I wanted everyone to know I was taken." I said sheepishly and waited for his reaction.

"Nice," he smiled and kissed my hand. "Now what comes after dinner? Dancing, of course!"

He reached behind me and took his phone off the sideboard and tapped it a few times. From the Bluetooth speakers came a nice slow country song ("Talk You Out Of It" by Florida Georgia Line). He held me close and we just slow danced. Not really dancing so much as swaying together in time to the music. I nuzzled into his neck and held him.

"How'd you get so tall?"

I extended my leg through the slit on the side of the dress, displaying my high heels. "Oh, it's just these 'fuck me heels' that I'm wearing," I giggled.

"I've never seen you in heels this high," he remarked.

"I don't wear them because they make me look like a stork and I'm taller than most all the guys. But I knew I wouldn't be taller than you so I wore them."

His hands covered my ass. "Mmmm, they make this even nicer," he said as he squeezed my cheeks. "I can't wait to see how long your legs look with them on!"

I reached down and cupped his crotch. Except I couldn't. His cock was getting hard and extended down his thigh. I stroked it several times through his pants. "Seems like me in heels excites you. I have an idea of another way to excite you. Go into the living room and pull the curtains then sit on the couch."

"OK, I'll be ready in a moment." He took off into the living room and I watched the room darken as I heard the curtains closing.

"Turn on some lights," I called.

I heard the switches snap and saw the glow warm the room. For reasons I can't explain I was nervous about what I was planning to do. My hand trembled a little as I moved it to the strap of my dress. Tim had already seen me naked a number of times. Hell, his tongue had been in my most intimate places. Still ...

I took a deep breath and strutted my way into the living room. Without my dress all I wore were my thong and my heels. I worked it as best I could, heel to toe, long strides, hips swaying, boobs bouncing with each step. I reached the middle of the room and faced the couch, hands on my hips and feet spread apart.

Tim had been leaning back on the couch with his arms outstretched along the back. When I stepped into the room he sat up. When I stopped and posed in front of him he leaned forward. The look on his face sent a charge right through me. It was a look of pure lust. I guess he wasn't kidding about liking my body. My nipples were hard and sticking out like two bullets from the tips of my tits. My pussy was leaking and I was sure the grool would be trailing down my thighs any minute.

"I heard there was a stud in here who needed someone to fuck," I said trying to sound more confident than I felt.

"Holy shit, Sara, you're a Playboy centerfold, a porn star and a walking wet dream all rolled into one. You look hotter than than any woman alive."

I loved how he was transfixed looking at me. I felt incredible, so desired by the one man I desired most. I stepped up onto the coffee table, only a foot or two between us.

His hands reached out and touched my ankles. He drew them down over my feet and ran his fingers over my toes. He cupped the heels of my feet and his hands rose up my calves, passing over my silky skin. Then my sexy man leaned forward and began kissing my toes, his tongue giving little licks between them. It wasn't an orgasm but it felt like a flood of energy was released from within me. I felt like Tim was worshiping me. His appreciation fueled my fire within.

Tim's hands continued to glide up the backs of my legs behind my knees to my thighs. His kisses rose up the front of my legs, alternating from side to side. His hands cupped my ass as his kisses reached the tops of my thighs where they joined my hips. His fingers slipped under my thong and turned outward. In one quick move he ripped my thong apart and the silk and lace fluttered to my feet.

"Tim, those were expensive!" I cried.

"They were in my way," he growled, "I'll buy you ten more pairs, 100 more."

He plunged his face between my thighs and tried to swallow my sex whole.

"Oh, god," I groaned, my arousal building faster than ever before. Now, I really was weak in the knees.

He sucked both my labia into his mouth and ran his tongue over them. Stopping the suction his tongue parted my thin, pink petals and delved into my canal.

"Mmmmmm," came notice of his delight as he probed. His eyes were looking straight up at me and I saw his smile in them.

I put my hand on his head to steady myself as I began to sway from the tremors of rapture emanating from my pussy. His mouth and tongue were working magic on me. "Yesssss, you are so spectacular at this. Don't stop it feels so good," I hissed.

He was now probing his tongue deep into my honey pot. When he stopped I moaned, "Please, more."

Instead he inserted a finger into me and rotated it left and right while pressing against the walls of my vagina. I looked down at him and he was just beaming up at me. When he ran his finger back and forth across the top of my channel I felt something I hadn't experienced before. I never knew I had a G Spot but Tim found it and played it like a finely tuned instrument.

I started to reach for my clit but Tim's mouth beat me to it. He delved deeply between my lips and lay his tongue on top of my hood. Using just the tip he worked the skin back all around my clit so that it was fully exposed. Comparing myself to other girls, I felt my love button was too big, especially since even when still under the hood it protruded a little at the top of my labia. So many other women you couldn't even see their clits.

When my nubbin was fully uncloaked Tim went to work on it, never stopping the back and forth inside. First he soaked the area with his saliva, then he touched all the way around it, clockwise and counter clockwise with his tongue. I was now breathing raggedly and trying to mash my cunt on his face. I must have been a little overzealous because I knocked Tim backward onto the couch, my knees pinning his shoulders and my crotch smothering his face.

I wasn't even thinking about how he would be able to breathe, I just wanted him to release the orgasm that was spiraling up inside me. Tim sucked my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over my swollen pink pearl. Combined with his finger work I was headed over the edge.

"Oh shit, oh shit," I gasped. "Oh, shhhiiiiiiittttttt."

I came hard, writhing and grating my pussy on him. Then it was too much. I was overwhelmed and fell off him to the side breathing rapidly and unable to make a sound. I heard him gasping for air. Maybe I had really been close to smothering him. When I could function again I crawled all over him, running my hands through his hair and kissing his soaked face over and over.

"You are so incredible at oral sex. Oh, fuck, Tim, you make me orgasm like never before. I love when you eat me," I raved.

"I'm happy I can make you feel like that but I need to work on my positioning. It was a good thing you fell off me when you did I was close to passing out from lack of air," he panted.

"Oh, sweetie, I don't want to do that to you. I just couldn't think and I didn't want you to stop. I'll try better to let you breathe next time." I flopped back on the couch, the soles of my heels resting on the edge of the coffee table.

Tim was looking down at my feet when he spoke. "Fuck, Sara, those high heels make you look even more outstanding. When you were standing in front of me on the table it looked like your legs were six feet long. The view up your thighs, over your pussy and abs to your tatas was overpowering. You just looked so impressive."

"Well, since you enjoy looking at me so much how about a little reciprocation? You are still fully clothed and that's wrong. I want my man naked!" I urged.

Tim kicked off his loafers and pulled off his socks. He stood, shed his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. He undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his fly and dropped his pants and boxers in one step. His love muscle was fully pumped and sticking straight out.

"I'm naked and horny as hell. I want you, Sara. Where do you want it? Bent over the couch, the dining room table, the living room floor, the kitchen counter?" His cock was throbbing for me as he listed options.

"Dance with me again," I begged him.

Once again he held out his hand to me and helped me up from the couch. "Do you want me to put on some music?" he inquired.

"Nope, we'll make our own," I answered.

We faced each other. His hands cradled my shoulders and drew me to him. Before our hips met I reached down and positioned his pussy pleaser between my thighs. Because of his height it naturally moved up to press it's length against my cooch. I lay my arms over his shoulders and crossed my wrists behind his neck.

We just slow danced, rocking and swaying as before. Only this time my uncovered nipples rubbed against his chest and his thick pole rubbed under my cunt.

"You're so wet," he whispered in my ear.

"You're so hard," I whispered back. "I want you in me. I have an idea."

We disengaged and I lead him over to the fireplace. Standing on my right leg I leaned a little to my right and put my arm on the mantle to brace myself. I raised my left leg and hooked it over his hip. Tim smiled when he understood. Dipping his knees he lined up the head of his prick with my sluice and slid up and in. Two or three slow strokes and he was buried to the hilt.

Then he really started to fuck me. His knees bent, his hands around my hips, he thrust up into me so hard he practically lifted me off my toes. Each smash of his pelvis into mine caused me to grunt with a loud "Uunnnghh!" from the impact. My boobs were wobbling on my chest as the shock waves went through my body. Tim was really working and his body was becoming slick with sweat.

Tim's right arm was around my back, with his free left arm he grabbed my right thigh and pulled it up, I turned my body to face him and crossed my ankles on top of his ass. I felt his right hand slide up my spine to cradle my neck, his left worked to the small of my back. I locked my hands together behind him, my arms over his shoulders to help hold me in position. Through all of these maneuvers he never stopped plunging his cock into my depths.

"Oh, god, Tim, I love when you fuck me hard like this," I howled to let him know how well he was fucking me.

"Sometimes ... I just ... feel ... I have to ... fuck ... you," he panted, his breathing as fast and deep as if he had just completed an extended shift on the hockey rink. "I just ... love ... pounding ... your ... cunt."

I could feel a momentous wave building within my body. Not only was the physical act driving me but hearing him talk so raw like that pushed my emotional feelings for him even higher. It thrilled me that he wanted me, all of me, so desperately that at times he could not control his need. Then, when I thought he couldn't electrify me any further, my amazing brother started to walk while holding me and fucking me!

Thrust, step, thrust, step, he moved us across the living room.

"Tim! What are you doing?" I shrieked.

"I'm taking .. you ... upstairs ... to pound ... you ... on the bed!"

My body, mind, heart and soul were swirling, overcome by Tim's power to do with me what he wanted. His hand clutched my neck and bent me toward him so our faces were only inches apart. He stared into my eyes with a ferocious intensity. I saw only pure love and lust in his eyes.

I felt like a little doll in his grip, my man's little fuck doll. He had the strength to snap me in half, to force me to do whatever he wanted. Yet, this powerful alpha male was capable of being so tender, so sweet like painting my toe nails or making a special dinner for us to share. How could I not crave him? How could I ever give him up?

I clung to him for dear life. He had my body twisted like a pretzel. My hands now clawing his back. My thighs and calves working to clamp my heels to his ass. My stiff nipples dragged across his chest each time he slammed into me. Buried fully, each step made his cock stretch my pussy in new ways and ground my clit against the root of him.

"Here ... now ... couch ... pound me," I eked out as my body caught up with my heart, mind and soul and the wave began to crest. "I'm about ... to cum."

He stopped walking. He clenched my hips in his paw like hands and just moved me up and down like I was one sleeve of flesh he was using to pleasure himself. His feral stare never left my eyes.

I had never felt so owned, so controlled in all my life. Yet, at the same time, I never felt more like I directed Tim's lust. His entire focus was on me as his muscles flexed and bulged while he slammed my body down and he plunged his cock into my depths over and over again. He grunted each time he rammed himself into me. To be the one who generated such passion, such raw, primal action from my man was empowering and I wanted to draw every ounce of him into me.

"Oh, shit. Fuuuuuuck! I'm ..." I couldn't get out the rest as the exhilaration exploded through me. It felt as though every nerve in my body was lit up. My clit seemed to expand to incomprehensible size and take over my body with surge after surge emanating from within and traveling like lightening to all parts of my body.