Stacy King and I Ch. 04

"You know, this is kind of a nice town from what I've seen."

"It is," I said. "It's very quaint."

"I could get used to this," she sighed. She turned around and leaned on the rail. "All right, go get cleaned up and I'll make us some breakfast."

"Okay," I replied, a little surprised.

"Omelets?" she asked.

"Omelets." I turned to walk away.

"Hey," she called out. I stopped and turned. "Don't dress up today. We're staying in for a while." I smiled and headed to the bathroom. I took a nice thorough shower, feeling the parts where I had been covered in juice, become slick again when the water hit it. I had more on me than I thought. I had it on my chest, yes, but also my hands and arm and my head. My head? Oh, yeah, where Stacy had grabbed me while I ate her out. After cleaning up really well, I shaved and I brushed my teeth and made myself generally presentable. Even though we weren't going out, I figured, what the hell, a little dose of cologne won't hurt. Keeping the bottle at about a foot away, I sprayed twice toward my neck and chest, then rubbed it around with my hands. I never did feel it, but this worked to give me a scent without being overwhelming. I remember that she liked this stuff. When she was a freshman in high school, I took her to the mall to get a dress for her friend's party and at the cosmetics counter we got caught spraying perfumes and colognes and smelling them. Most of them made us laugh and joke, to the chagrin of the sales rep, but we each found one or two that we liked. Next birthday, she gives me a gift of this bottle of cologne. I never wear it; I'm on the same bottle she gave me four years ago.

Satisfied with my appearance, I put on a pair of purple boxer briefs and lounge pants with Mr. Potato Head all over them and made my way back out to the kitchen. The counter was littered with piles of shredded cheese and various meats and vegetables. Stacy was standing with her back to me, whisking eggs in a glass bowl, her ass shifting the robe side to side in rhythm.

"Now that's something I can sink my teeth into," I said as I watched her.

"Stay right there," she said. "Don't come any closer." She never even turned around. She just stopped whisking the eggs and untied her robe, letting it drop behind her, pooling at her heels. She picked up the whisk again and got back to work.

I was stunned. Mesmerized. As if trying to make a point, she stopped scrambling the eggs and leaned on the counter, forcing her ass out toward me just a little more. Before you think badly of my sister I should tell you that she wasn't nude under that robe. She was wearing panties: the dark blue thong I selected for her last night. Without looking over her shoulder she arched her back and stuck her ass out even more, then wiggled it back and forth.

"What would you like with your omelet, T?" she asked, still not looking back.

"Ham," I replied.

She busted up laughing and stood back up before turning to throw a pot holder at me and quickly turning her back to me again. I was laughing, too, but I tried unsuccessfully to protect myself from the quilted projectile flying at my face. I walked up behind her, still laughing and I could see her shoulders jostling as she was still laughing as well. I put my arms around her and kissed her shoulder, taking care to look down at the breasts below.

"You're such a shit," she laughed, then picked up a piece of bacon and placed it in front of my lips. When I opened my mouth, she put it in and then used that same hand to pat my cheek.

"Thanks, babe."

"Did you know that's the third time you've called me 'babe'?" She asked.

"No."

"Do you know anyone else who calls their sister 'babe'?"

"I don't think so," I said, not really seeing the point here.

"Do you know who people call 'babe'?" she asked, still making breakfast and not looking at me.

"Uh..."

"Girlfriends."

"Huh."

"Lovers."

"Yeah, I guess..." Was she wanting me to stop?

"So, Thomas. Would you consider me your girlfriend?" She put down her knife and placed her arms on top of mine, holding me to her.

I wasn't sure what to say. "Stacy, I've never called anyone 'babe' before. I've never had a girlfriend. I've never had a lover."

"That wasn't an answer, brother." She wasn't upset. More like amused, I would say.

"How's this for an answer? Yes, Stacy, I would like to consider you my girlfriend. My lover." I stood there nervously, not sure where to go or if I should say something else.

"You're sick, you know that?" she asked, bemused. "Perving on your own sister."

I squeezed her tight. "My beautiful sister. Whom I love. More than anything."

"And I love you more than anything. Babe." She patted my hand with her hand. I knew the signal and kissed her cheek before backing away to get out plates and to pour juice. As soon as I let go of her, she spoke again.

"Sicky." I had to smile.

To my dismay, Stacy put her robe back on, covering that spectacular set of tits and ass. She finished cooking the omelets, filling them with all our favorites and having a side of bacon with French toast and juice. Neither of us have ever been big coffee drinkers, so she didn't feel the need to make any for breakfast. The omelets were outstanding, as was everything else, including the company. We sat in the dining area near the sliding glass door where Stacy had asked me to set the table. I don't think I had ever eaten at the table before. Living by myself for the summer meant that I was eating on the couch while watching tv or surfing online with my laptop on the couch beside me. The table was a small, mahogany-stained square with standard matching slat-back chairs. It was perfect for the small space and the clean lines of it meant it could go with most furniture. We chatted while we ate, again sitting on touching sides instead of across from each other. Everything was incredible and I made sure Stacy new it. She had always been a good cook, helping mom from when she was young enough to only stir her chocolate milk.

"When we were at dinner Friday we talked about dating for a little bit. You said that you told people you had someone waiting for you back home."

"That's right." She took another bite, letting the question hang in mid-air for a little while.

I looked at her, eyebrows raised, hands out. After not catching the hint, I spoke. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Did you have someone waiting for you back home or not? You haven't mentioned anyone this weekend. Am I going to get my ass kicked? Should I play dumb? What?"

She gave me this look like she couldn't believe I was asking her about this. "Are you serious?"

"Hell, yeah, I'm serious!" I don't want to be surprised. Especially when...you know...we're...."

"Are you kidding me?" her hand dropped to the table, her fork clanging on her plate.

"What?" I exclaimed.

"You really are thick, you know that? It's you, Einstein! You were the one waiting for me to come home!"

"Me?! I wasn't waiting for you to come home."

"I know that," she let out an exasperated sighed, "but in my heart, it was you. You were the one I wanted. Obviously. I imagined you waiting for me. I saw us as lovers. Going on dates, making love, all that crap!" She shook her head and took a sip of her juice.

"How did I miss that?"

"I have no idea," she snickered.

"I feel like such an idiot," I laughed, slumping back in my chair, my hand resting on the edge of the table.

"You should!"

"Okay, so I don't have to worry about someone showing up here to give me a beat down."

"I don't think so. Unless you're planning to beat yourself."

"Well..." I said, making a gesture toward my crotch.

"Oh, believe me, I know." She laughed again, shaking her head and took another bite of her breakfast.

The rest of breakfast was light-hearted as well. We just talked and laughed, poking fun at each other like we used to do growing up. We talked a little about plans for the day, our last day before class. We figured that we would hang out for a little while, then unpack Stacy's things before going to the grocery store to buy items for the week. "We should probably call Mom," Stacy said. "Sunday can be our call home day." I agreed that it would be a good idea. I was never good at calling home or writing. It just didn't occur to me a lot of the time. Stacy was going to be good for me.

We finished breakfast and I agreed to help Stacy clean up the kitchen. There were just a few dishes so we threw them into the dishwasher and put leftovers in zip-lock bags. While I cleaned the counters, Stacy finished drying out the skillet and bent over to put it in the cabinet.

"Oh, my," she said. "I dropped the towel." I turned around to see her robe just below her butt cheeks, a little bit of blue thong peeking out where it covered her Venus. He knees were straight, but she was bent at the waist, her hand resting on towel on the floor, her face peeking over her shoulder at me with a mischievous smile.

"I'll help you with that. Just let me put this away." I grabbed the salt and pepper so I would have an excuse to reach over her. I reached up and placed the seasonings in the cabinet before I stood right behind her and pressed my growing erection right into her ass, thrusting forward while holding her hips, bumping into her a few times, then pulling her back against me rubbing her ass back and forth against my erection.

I stepped back and dropped to my knees so that my face was right behind her butt. Running my hands up her the backs of her thighs, I finally got a chance to see and feel her raw ass, skin on skin. She moaned a little at my touch as I rubbed, but she held her place. It wasn't long before I was squeezing.

Her skin was smooth and soft and thrilled me to no end. As I kneaded her round ass I noted its pliability and the shape of it as it met at the thighs and at the center of her being, curving in toward her crevice and perineum. I could only imagine what lay behind that thin strip of dark cloth. I could smell it now, though. She was becoming aroused. I would know that scent anywhere. I was covered in it last night and smelled it and tasted it as she stuffed her panties in my mouth.

As I played and squeezed and pulled, watching the flesh dance at the touch and release of my hand, I had to let her know how incredible it was. "Your ass is amazing, babe." She whimpered, probably at my calling her "babe." She didn't budge, though. "It's perfect and round and soft." I leaned in and kissed one cheek, then repeated it by kissing the other one. "I love it."

"Oh, thank you, T. I'm so happy you like it."

"I didn't say I liked it. I said I loved it."

"I'm glad you love it," she corrected herself.

"That's better. Do you remember what I said earlier this morning?"

"About..."

Before she could get another word out, my teeth were digging into her, making her squeal with surprise and laughter as she jumped up away from me.

I laughed and shrugged. "I told you!" I was still on my knees, but now she was standing above me, facing me and rubbing her butt, where my mouth had just been. I slid my hands up the back of her thighs and again cupped her rounded flesh, pulling her toward me. She smiled down at me, obviously seeing the love in my eyes. She placed one hand on my shoulder and ran the other through my hair at my temple. I closed my eyes at her massage, a smile on my face, my hands still holding her, caressing her. I placed my hands on her hips and prompted her to turn around.

"Don't," she smiled, pointing at me as a warning.

"I promise," I smiled back.

She turned around and her ass was again right in front of me. I reached around and untied her robe. She shrugged it off her shoulders and pulled her arms out while I caught it and pulled it down before tossing it to the side. Again, she was only in her thong, the deep blue fabric buried in the groove that split two perfect globes. My hands cupped and separated her ass, causing a quiet groan to arise from her lungs. They were heavy and soft, I pressed them together, deepening the crease, and I pulled them apart, giving me a quick glimpse of fabric and the change of skin color within. I could see pink. Her asshole was pink. The next time I lifted, I made it a point to massage her cheeks, giving my thumbs the opportunity to get very close to that center mark. As the pads of my thumbs grazed the fabric of her panties, pressing hard against it, she gasped, "Ohgod." It was one word. One quick, raspy word during an intake of breath. It was almost imperceptible, but it was there, and I had heard it. Taking notes.

My sister was becoming harder to resist. With my hands on her hips I leaned in and gently kissed each globe. She reached around to stroke my head again, an expression of affection in return. But I could smell her. Her sex was there. Right there. Waiting for me. I had eaten her through her panties before and I was sure she would let me do it again. I buried my face in her crevice, my tongue extended, pulling her to me by wrapping my hands around the front of her perfect thighs and forcing my head forward. As soon as my face buried, I lapped at the fabric, the sides of my tongue brushing the exposed flesh of her inner thighs while the flat of my tongue dragged across the rough texture of her cotton panties. This wasn't smooth like the satin last night, and it hasn't been made slick by the flood of my sister's juices. But it was a panty and my sister's treasure lay behind it. I'd be damned if I wouldn't continue to dig until I got what I was after.

Again and again I lathed the crotch of her panties with my tongue, my hands squeezing her thighs. I worked my right hand closer to center, wrapping it in and pressing up, finally causing her to speak "Ooh, right there. Rub my clit." I worked my finger back and forth, stimulating the nub beneath the cotton. The front of her panties was lace and the side of my index finger was dragging across the course fabric, making me thankful that the crotch was cotton instead of lace. My tongue would be raw for sure. I continued to work my finger back and forth while keeping my face buried in my sister's ass, forcing my mouth against the crotch. My face and her inner thighs were getting wet with saliva. It was running down my chin and smearing around my cheeks, but I didn't care. I was licking at her pussy, beginning to taste it: the mild salted flavor tinged by...what? I can't describe it. It just tasted like...pussy. There's no other taste like it. I moaned into her ass, wanting her to know I was enjoying myself. She didn't need to have any doubts about the fact that I was gaining pleasure from this. This was exactly where I wanted to be.

Again and again I buried my mouth in her crack, pressing forward, lapping at her cotton protection and the flesh on either side of it, tasting her bare skin, leaking her arousal. It was becoming more and more apparent as I licked it up. The skin between her thighs was extra smooth and soft. Her breathing and panting was increasing. She was making more noise. I backed up for just a moment to see her elbows bent around front, her arms flexing and working. She must have been squeezing her breasts while I was latched onto her cunt, rubbing her clit from the front and tasting her from behind.

She began convulsing as my finger flicked over her clit and her own hands worked their magic on her nipples. I heard her hand slap the counter as she grabbed it to brace herself against the impending climax. Her other hand was still hard at work, as was mine. She pressed her ass back toward me, inches from my face. Her head dropped forward, her hair forming a curtain to hide her expression from me, but I heard her raspy squeal proclaim her flood of pleasure. "Ohshitohshitoh(GASP)Mmmmmfuuuuuuuu(GASP)" before silence accompanied her shuddering hips, the flesh of her ass dancing before me. Her hand left her breast and slapped onto mine clamping around it to keep me from continuing on her pleasure bean.

After a few seconds, she let out a winded, "Ooh, yeah." She took her hand off mine and I picked up where I had left off, only this time, rubbing front to back on the crotch. "Mmm. Still not done yet?"

"Not even close."

"I'm worn out. Can I sit down?"

I stood up, acutely aware of my leaking erection, and led her to the couch. Rather than lying down like I had expected, she knelt on the cushion, resting her elbows on the back of the couch. This opened her up to me even more, as she peeked back over her shoulder with a sleepy smile, and shook her ass at me. I knelt on the floor behind her and looked at...

Oh. Fuck.

I swallowed hard. My cock twitched. Pre-cum oozed.

She hadn't realized it, I assumed. Somehow, the crotch of the thong had pulled just a little to the left. Her pussy was still covered, but one side of the vulva was exposed. I could see where it began its curve inward and where her skin moved from a lighter pink to a darker pink. She was hairless and smooth. What should I do? I thought. Should I tell her? Adjust it? Fortunately, the devil sitting on my shoulder had an erection and slapped me in the back of the head with his free hand. What the fuck is wrong with you? Go get it!

I dove headlong into her crotch again, my hands grabbing her ass and squeezing at it as I ate. Stacy jumped, squealed and laughed at my attack. "OH! Someone's still hungry."

"You have no idea!" I exclaimed, pulling away just long enough to say that. Back to work!

"I have some idea," she mumbled. "Damn, you love my pussy, don't you, babe?"

"Mmhmm," I eeked out into her cotton crotch. I was going to have to work this right. If she caught on, it could be a problem. I made sure I stayed on the cotton for a while, my tongue narrow, often pointed. I would occasionally flatten it and run it right on her inner thigh and ass, bringing her a shudder and a moan. Sometimes she would flinch at my touch. I wanted her to feel my tongue on her skin. More and more frequently I alternated between tasting her flesh and licking her panties. After watching for signs that she was getting worked up, she was now more consistent in her signals. Her breathing and cursing, the twitching of her hips, her own hand on her ass, opening her up for me. I waited for that sign again. She may be an unknowing partner in my violation. I could always claim I didn't know. While my face was buried I would feel her pull her right cheek out some as she squeezed at it.

Next time, I thought. The next time she pulls that ass open, I'm going in. Within the minute she pulled herself open for me and I ran my pointed tongue right up the dark pink, feeling the softest, smoothest flesh I'd ever felt. The taste was a little more metallic, the juice fresher. The left side of my tongue was right up against the seam of her panties. "Ooooooh!" My sister let out a long moan, unconsciously pressing her ass back. "Fuck, Thomas, what..." As soon as my tongue was at the back, I wedged it in again, this time I was even further to center. "MMMmm!" I could feel the panty cave to the side. Again I lapped at her with my tongue spearing forward. "NOooo!" She flinched, but didn't stop me. Her hand was keeping her ass completely open for me now. Imagine my surprise when I pressed forward and my tongue pressed the panty to the side even further. My tongue was buried now, my mouth rested against her naked pussy. My left cheek was pressed against bunched up panty and my right cheek had a fleshy mound of ass against it. "FUCK!" She started twitching all over now, driving her hips back onto my mouth. I did the only thing I could think of. I tried to bury myself even further in. I brought my hands up to her ass, my right hand rested on hers and my left grabbing the back of her panties and pulling them the rest of the way to the side. No use pretending now.

We were locked in a battle of wills, but not with each other. Each of us was battling our own will. I knew she had to be wrestling with whether she should stop me and pull her panties back, and I was wrestling with whether I should back out, cover her back up and apologize. I punched my conscience in the dick and carried on. I wish my tongue was longer. I hated that I could only be this short distance inside her.