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"Danny," she murmured. "You missed a little."

I inspected her wrists and arms. "Where? I'll get it."

She looked up at me, her eyes full of something heavy and sultry. Pulling one hand away from me, she pulled down the neck of her dress to reveal a few drops of jizz in her cleavage. I cleared my throat, but did as she requested, wiping the cum from her creamy skin.

"I think-- um, maybe we should finish tomorrow," I told her, gesturing at the drawing pad lying forgotten on the table. "You were really tired earlier."

She smiled, looking down and laughing softly. "I had coffee."

"Oh." I nodded, wondering where I'd left my shorts. "Okay."

When I tried to pull my hand away from her chest, she grabbed it. "Danny, wait." With her other hand, she reached down and pulled the hem of her dress a couple centimeters higher. "Would you... do that for me now?"

I thought about my fantasy in the shower, the thought of lifting that skirt and letting my hand disappear underneath. "I don't know, Katie," I answered, swallowing hard. My body was screaming yes, but some piece of rationality was trying to remind me that she was my little sister, that I wasn't supposed to want her like this.

"Please, Danny?" She released my hand, but began pulling at the strings of that damned dress. Yanking until it was undone, she tugged the fabric beneath her tits and let them rest in plain sight. "Everybody at school just tries to get in my pants. You're the only guy I trust."

Sighing and shaking my head, I took her hand and pulled her up. She wobbled for a second, grabbing my bicep to balance herself, but she looked at me in confusion when I sat her down in the chair I'd just been sitting in. It was that brotherly duty, I told myself again. If I didn't do this for her, she'd go get it from some sleaze. I was protecting her.

Her face broke into a smile when she realized what I was doing. Biting her lip, she used both hands to pull the hem of her dress up. When I parted her knees and knelt between them, I noticed that her pale pink panties were stained with a darker spot of moisture. Something rumbled in my chest. Did seeing my pleasure do this to her?

"Touch me," she breathed, fisting the fabric of her skirt in her hands. "Please."

I couldn't resist that. Resting my palm on her upper thigh, I brushed my thumb across the wet spot. She jumped, but then exhaled in a way that felt encouraging. For a moment, I just took my time rubbing her soft mound up and down, trying to see how damp I could make her. Though she didn't say anything, her breathing got heavier and heavier, even whimpering a little when I would trace the spot right where her nub was hidden.

"You sure?" I checked. My finger was resting at the edge of her panties, just barely brushing the soft hair beneath.

"Yes." She nodded, even pressing her hips against my hand just slightly. Her eyes were fixed on me, wide and trusting.

Not needing to be told twice, I let my finger delve beneath the wet fabric. With one hand I pulled back just a little of her underwear, just so my finger would have room to work. I could hear her breaths coming quickly as it explored her slick slit. She was fragrant, and the heady scent made me want to bury my nose there between her thighs. When I found her sopping hole and nudged inside, she jolted, making a little gasp of pleasure.

"You're um," I had to squirm a bit to fit my finger inside. "You're really tight, Katie."

She began to twist and arch, her breathing turning into heavy pants as I eased in and out of her. I supposed that if she'd never seen a guy's cock, she'd probably never let one do this to her either, and I felt heated with pride. I was the first person to be inside my baby sister. Just as it should've been.

"Even your fingers are big," she murmured, her mouth falling open as her eyes squeezed shut. Curling inside of her, I found that rough spot I knew she'd enjoy and began to rub it quickly. Kate nearly launched off of the chair. Her hand snatched mine, holding it into place against her pussy. "Oh. Right there. That feels good."

Unable to resist, I lowered my face and began to press kisses against the insides of her thighs. They were quivering, flexing and relaxing as she grinded against my hand. Even in my wildest relationships, I'd never experienced something so erotic as this. I wondered how I'd even be able to sleep that night.

"Do you ever touch yourself like this?" I wondered, not bothering to apologize or ask if it was a rude question. She'd talked to me the day before about 'taking care' of my erection. It was fair that I ask her about her own masturbatory habits.

"Sometimes," she admitted. "Last night. But it feels better when you do it."

I had an idea, and Kate made a noise of protest as I withdrew my finger and stood. Her azure orbs watched me desperately as I reached behind me and pulled the chair she'd been drawing in over. I sat it just in front of her and lowered myself into it. Then I leaned over and lifted her legs over my knees, so that her thighs were splayed open and she was almost laying across the chair. I saw the confusion in her expression replaced with bliss as I buried my finger back inside her hot pussy. In this position, I was able to reach over with my free hand and take one of her perfect tits.

"Oh, Danny," she mewled, her eyes screwing shut. I rolled her pretty pink nipple between my fingertips, the edge of my mouth lifting as I watched her chest heaving with pleasure. "This feels so wrong. But so amazing."

I knew exactly what she was talking about. "Do you want to come, Katie?" I whispered, tugging on her nipple. "I can do that for you."

She nodded quickly, gripping my wrists in her hands. Her inner muscles were clamping down on me, and my mind was suddenly invaded with the thought of shoving my thick cock into that tight hole. My hand was slippery with her juices, and I thought about how easy it would be for me slide inside. I'd just have to pull her forward a few inches and my head would be at her entrance.

Shaking my head of the thought, I slipped my thumb beneath her panties to join my index finger. After some quick searching, it found her clit and began to tease in slow circles. Kate's gasps of ecstasy became more guttural, and she began thrusting against my hand. The sight was so illicit, so damn sexy. I leaned over to take her ignored nipple between my lips.

"Oh, Danny," she begged. "Oh, Danny. Yes. Please. Oh, Danny."

I forced a second finger into her pussy and began pumping her as quickly as I could. She screamed, gasping my name, and I could feel her entire body convulsing as she came all over my hand. Her walls fluttered and spasmed around my fingers, and her nails dug into my wrists. Even after I'd slowed my hand, I kept her pinned against the chair with my body and mouth. I sucked and lapped at her nipples, savoring the sweet taste of the sensitive skin. She went slack, her chest rising and falling heavily.

"Where did you learn that?" she asked, releasing my wrists and letting her hands fall to either side of her hips. "I didn't expect that would be so..." She was distracted by another yelp of pleasure as I slowly extracted my fingers.

I sat up, resting my juice-soaked hand on my knee. I was tempted to lick it clean, to see if she tasted as good as she smelled, but that might have set her off, so I exerted every ounce of self control I had. "I've just picked it up over the years," I answered, my brain too focused on the incredibility of what had just happened to think on details. "I think I was... fifteen? No, fourteen, when I first did that."

Judging by the expression on her face, she went somewhere else, and after a few moments of quiet, she sat up and righted her skirts, smoothing her hands over the lace. Her cheeks were flushed, her forehead glistening with sweat, and if I wasn't mistaken, her lower lip looked swollen. As if she'd been biting it as hard as she could.

"Do you want to finish your drawing?" I asked, scooting my chair back a little.

Kate nodded. "Yeah. I think I can focus now."

We switched chairs, an exhausted contentedness laying over us as we finished the sketch. I felt almost buzzed, as if I'd had one too many beers. Vaguely I wondered if things would be awkward again, but I actually felt more relaxed. I didn't feel like a thirsty man in a desert while I watched her watching me.

When she announced she was finished, twenty or thirty minutes later, she folded the drawing pad closed and stood up. I noticed that she had to grab the table to steady herself, and my lips twitched with amusement. "I'm all done for tonight," she told me. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Same time tomorrow," I agreed. I leaned over to grab my shorts off the floor.

She turned towards the stairs to leave, but paused and looked back at me. "If you don't mind, I think I'd like to do that again tomorrow too."

My eyes scraped down her body, taking in the exposing way her blouse was untied, the creases of her skirt where her hands had been fisted. She looked absolutely sinful in that bright white dress, and I had another dark thought of sticking my dick inside her. I nodded. "Yeah, we can do that again tomorrow. If you want."

I was sure Patrick knew something was up, but he didn't say anything to me. He just kind of watched me curiously out of the side of his eye as we worked, as if he wanted to ask me something but couldn't. I tried to play it cool, ignoring Kate if I saw her around during the day, but I couldn't help but glance at her ass in her short denim shorts, or the way her tie-dye tank top was slashed in the back to show off the curve of her spine and her white bra clasp. I wondered if maybe Patrick caught me stealing looks. I wondered if maybe I was just being paranoid.

The day went by painfully slow. Tuesdays were shipping days, which meant we all spent most of our time wrapping, labeling, and boxing product in the morning. It was tedious work, and extremely boring. I thought I might catch Kate at lunch, but Tina told me she'd gone upstairs to work on schoolwork. As I choked down a couple of cheeseburgers, I pictured she was working on our drawings.

"You okay?" Tina asked me, her brow furrowed and one hand on her wide hip. "You been staring at the chair for the past ten minutes."

I blinked, realizing she was right. I'd been reliving the previous night in my head, my eyes fixed on the kitchen chair that I'd made my little sister orgasm in. Was that her first orgasm? I made a note to ask. "What? Oh, I'm fine. Thinkin' bout other stuff."

"If you say," she said with a sigh, shaking her head and turning back to the stove.

I smiled to myself. Fine. I was definitely fine. I was finer than I'd been in months.

That night, Kate and I seemed to have some unspoken agreement to inhale our dinner. It only took minutes for us to clear our plates and agree that it was early enough to start drawing. We both disappeared upstairs with a beer each, and I showered like a madman. I didn't bother jerking off this time, but my cock was already getting hard just thinking about what we'd agreed to repeat.

I beat her downstairs. My beer wasn't even half empty, so I sat at the table and nursed it until Kate joined me. When I was almost finished with it, I heard her on the stairs behind me. Turning around, I choked, inhaling beer at the sight of my baby sister in a towel that just barely covered everything.

She reddened when I saw her. "I just thought, if you're going to be naked, maybe I should be too." Her blush was more intoxicating than the beer in my hand, and I couldn't help but watch the generous expanses of skin revealed with every step she took. Though she didn't remove the scrap of fabric knotted around her, Kate gave me a provocative glance from beneath her lashes and took her place in our father's recliner. The way she curled in the chair brought my attention to the creamy length of her thighs and the just-barely-visible curve of her ass.

Between the amount of skin she'd bared and the looks we kept exchanging it didn't take long before she asked if we could take a break. Proud of myself for keeping my penis under control for as long as I had, I happily agreed. She'd had me standing in the living room for this drawing, half twisting to look back at her. It was by far the least comfortable of the positions she'd put me in so far, and I was glad to be able to sit on the couch and rest my muscles.

Still in her teeny towel, Kate set the pad down on the floor and crossed the room, sitting on her knees on the couch next to me. "I was thinking last night," she began, not meeting my eye. "You seemed to really respond well when I-- er-- licked you. And you already taught me how to give a handjob, so I was wondering if I could..."

She didn't finish her sentence, looking up at me and letting me fill in the blank. On one hand, I felt a little uneasy. Handjobs were one thing. Letting her put her mouth on me was another. In the end, I nodded, and she leaned over my lap, taking my cock in her hands. It was only seconds before I was hard and throbbing for her, and she looked up at me before continuing.

"As long as it's what you want," I told her. At my reassurance, she looked back at my dick, and soon I felt her hot, wet tongue lapping at my shaft. Her little licks were unsure, a little awkward, but it only reminded me that I would be her first for this. "Put it in your mouth," I murmured. Hopefully she knew well enough not to use teeth.

I felt the heat of her closing over my cock and I groaned. She was holding it firmly at the base, and her lips pressed tightly around me. After a moment of getting her bearings, she began to bob up and down, cradling my length in her tongue like a pro. All the blood in my body was rushing to my cock, and I moved her still-wet hair away from her face so I could see what it looked like with my dick between her virgin lips.

Kate lowered herself as far as she could go on me, and I rested my left hand on the back of her head, holding her there just for a moment. Her expression contorted with a bit of discomfort, but she didn't struggle, and the sight of it made it near impossible not to start fucking her face. After a couple of seconds, she gagged, and I let her up for air. She gasped for a couple breaths, but immediately went back to my cock, pressing the flat of her tongue against my tip.

"Yes, Katie, that's right," I hissed. "So fucking wrong, sucking your big brother's cock like that." The knot of her towel was coming undone, and I reached up to yank it off. She shifted, apparently embarrassed at being exposed, but she settled at the sound of my sigh of awe. "You have an amazing body," I whispered, brushing my fingertips down the length of her spine. They wandered over the curve of her ass, dipping into the valley there and brushing across her puckered asshole before finding the wet heat they were searching for.

She moaned, the noise muffled by the cock stuffed in her mouth. The vibrations of it made me growl in response, and I teased the wet entrance of her young, hungry pussy. It pulled and clawed at my finger enthusiastically, and before I had the chance to play with her, she forced her ass back against me so that she took all of it. I couldn't quite reach the angles I could last night, or focus as well with her novice mouth sucking me in, but I gave her what she wanted, gently finger-fucking her tight hole.

It seemed to distract her too, since her work became sloppier, but just looking at her perfect figure bent over my dick made up for it. Her soft little tits bounced in time with the quickening bobbing of her head, and I felt my arousal tightening impossibly in my groin.

"Sis, sweetie," I groaned, using my free hair to tug lightly at her hair. "I'm about to come. Use your hand."

She either didn't hear me or didn't listen, tightening her grip on my cock and sucking like she was trying to pull the cum straight from my balls.

"Sis," I breathed again, my hips involuntarily trying to match her mouth's pattern. "Katie. Kate, sit up. Use your hand."

"Mm-mm," she tried to say, and a part of me panicked.

"Kate, you're going to make me come. Katie, wait-- Ugh!"

It was too late. She'd used her free hand to cup my balls and it was too much for my system to handle. I growled with irritation and pleasure, watching her eyes widen as she gagged and coughed on the load of cum shooting into her mouth. I saw stars as waves of euphoria beat at me, and I swore as she pulled away and caught a thick rope of semen across her face.

When I was able to uncurl my toes and catch my breath, I halfway expected her to be grossed out and annoyed, but she was smiling. Her expression was almost triumphant. "That wasn't half as bad as Callie made it out to be," she half-laughed.

"You didn't have to do that," I told her sternly.

Kate rolled her eyes, sitting back and effectively dislodging my fingers from her pussy. "I just wanted to try it," she explained. "And it doesn't taste bad. Does make my throat feel kind of bizarre, though."

I wanted to get up so I could get her a paper towel, but there was cum all over my lap, and I didn't want to get it all over the couch. At least the image of my jizz on her face wasn't a completely off-putting one. "Can you bring me a towel or something?" I asked, and she promptly crawled off the couch and disappeared into the kitchen.

She returned with a paper napkin in her hand. Her face was already clean, and she was smiling contently as she wiped up the mess we'd made. I noticed she took extra care in cleaning my sensitive head, something I was grateful for. For a moment, I wondered if she expected me to or wanted me to make a move for her, but after throwing away the napkin, she just took her drawing pad back up and ordered me back into position.

"I'm not saying I want to," I began uncertainly as I took up my uncomfortable pose. "But did you want me to do that to you too? Like yesterday?"

Kate shook her head, her eyes fixed on the sketch. "No, that's, um. That's okay." The way she wouldn't meet my gaze, I wondered if I'd done something to put her off, but I wasn't going to push the subject. There were some lines I was okay with drawing. I let the topic die and resumed my temporary job as a part time nude model.

I'd already been asleep for a couple of hours when I heard Kate's signature knock. It was one we used to share when we were kids and she'd sneak into my room. Sometimes it was nightmares, sometimes it was noises outside, but I was used to that familiar three-knock combo when she wanted to talk or just not be alone.

I rolled over, squinting in the dark to make out her sheepish expression. "Hey." My voice was thick with sleep. "S'goin on?"

"Unfamiliar bed," she shrugged. "Can't sleep."

I nodded, too tired to argue, and scooted to the side of the bed. She shut the door and padded across the hardwood floor. The old bed creaked under her weight as she crawled in and shimmied under the quilt.

For a few minutes, I drifted in and out of sleep as she tossed and turned. I almost wanted to get up and go sleep in the guest bed myself, but I wasn't about to be run out of my own room, so I stubbornly buried my face in the pillow and sighed.

"Danny?" she whispered. "Are you awake?"

"Unfortunately," I muttered back.

"Do you think you could hold me?"

I groaned, then sighed again. Then I rolled over and threw my arm over her waist, drawing her into my chest. The quilt rustled with her shifting as she wedged herself into my arms, pressing her back into me. That did seem to help. She settled down, and her breathing evened out. I didn't even remember falling back asleep.

Her groping hand woke me, fumbling in the crevice between her firm little ass and my groin before it found the rock hard erection between them. "Kate?" I mumbled, my face buried in curls scented with some girly shampoo.