GETTING WET

"But Mom, I can be down there in 20 minutes and have it fixed in ten!"

"No, really, hon, it's okay. I already called Triple-A and they will be here in a couple of hours. Your sister and I will just keep shopping until then," my mom told me.

"Ah, all right. I'll probably be here when you guys get home," I agreed.

"Oh, honey, wait a second. Megan wants to talk to you."

"Hey."

"Hey, Megan."

"Since Mom and I are stuck here for a while, can you do me a favor?"

"What?" I asked.

"Did you have plans this afternoon?"

"C'mon, what is it?"

"Since I am stuck here at the mall, can you take Christine down to the pool? She and I were going to go, but..." she trailed off.

I thought about it. It beat watching TV. "Um, okay."

"Really?"

"Sure, I haven't gone in a couple of weeks. It's better than what I had planned."

"Cool, I'll call her and tell her, and then you guys can make plans."

"I don't know her number," I told her.

"I'll have her call you. Thanks! Bye!"

"Bye," I said, as she hung up.

A few minutes later, my cell rang again.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi, it's me, Christine. Megan said you could take me down to your club?"

"Yep."

"Cool! I want to work on my tan some more before school starts."

"Should I get you? What time?" I asked.

"Yeah, how about... a half hour?"

"No problem. You still live in the same house right?"

"Yep."

"So, I'll see you in a few."

"Bye!"

"Bye." I said, and then disconnected.

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I had a quick lunch of leftovers, grabbed my trunks, and drove to her house.

I was just getting out of the car when she came out the front door. She had on a loose white tank top, baggy khaki shorts and chunky flip flops.

"Hi Christine!"

"Hi," she greeted me, as she trotted down the walk toward the street. Her breasts swayed under her loose top. This could be fun, I thought.

I hustled around the car to open the door for her, and she climbed in, setting her bag on her lap.

It wasn't far to the club from her house, and we chatted a little on the short drive over. I'd only seen her a few times over the summer; I guess our paths just didn't cross much, despite her being one of my sister's best friends. Or maybe she was avoiding me because of what happened at the slumber party. She seemed to be perfectly comfortable around me, though.

Either way, we got to the club and I walked us in and got her a guest pass. She knew where the ladies locker room was, and I told her I'd meet her by the pool. After showering and changing into my swim trunks, I grabbed a couple of towels, got some Cokes for us from the canteen, and headed over to the pool to find her.

It wasn't hard. All I had to do was look in the same direction all the other guys kept looking. Damn!

Christine was wearing sunglasses and had her straight, dark hair up, pulled back in a pony tail. She was sitting up on a lounge chair, her back straight, with one foot to either side. She had a beautiful tan, her skin a toasty brown. Her legs already glistened with the suntan lotion she had begun putting on. At the moment, she was rubbing it onto her inner thighs. Her full breasts swung as she worked, hardly constrained by the small yellow bikini she wore. I felt my dick starting to thicken.

I started my feet moving again, and walked over to her. "Found you." I said, as I stepped up beside her.

She looked up and stopped massaging in the lotion. "Hi! I got you a chair," she pointed to the one next to her.

"Thanks, I got you a Coke."

She smiled, looked at her greasy hands, and shrugged her shoulders, causing a tremor to ripple through her tits.

"I'll just put it down," I said.

I settled down next to her.

She squeezed some more lotion onto her hands, and started rubbing it on her arms.

I decided to tease her a little bit. Old habits die hard.

"You know, Chrissy, all the guys here are looking at you."

She gave a little nod. "I know," she said, a little grin on her face.

I laughed.

"Are you sure ALL the guys are looking?" she asked me.

I got it. "Well, you do look very sexy," I said, taking a sip of my drink.

"Good." she replied, as she started putting lotion on her trim stomach. "You know, I've never worn this bikini in public before."

We were both quiet as she rubbed the lotion into her soft, lean belly and around her sides. I was looking around the pool, trying hard not to stare at her too much. But then she squirted more suntan lotion into her hands, one at a time, and cupped them over her luscious breasts. She spread the lotion down her twin mounds, the soft flesh yielding to her hands as her fingers dipped under the small triangles of fabric covering part of her tits. I think there was an audible collective gasp from her crowd of admirers, followed by stunned silence as she worked her palms over, under and in between her firm, lovely breasts, covering all the exposed skin with a glistening coat of oil. Or maybe it was just my imagination.

She caught me looking, smiled, and then she sank back into the chair, raising her feet up off the ground and stretching out her legs.

"Stare much?" she asked me as she wiped her hands on a towel.

"You sure have grown up, Chrissy. I'll tell you one thing - I can't stand up right now!"

She giggled. "Really?" She pushed her sunglasses down and checked out my crotch. I wasn't tenting my shorts, but my cock was semi-hard and growing, pushing down the leg of my board shorts. "I can't see anything."

"It's a guy trick," I told her. "You could tell if I got up."

"Hmm."

"Can I have some of that stuff?" I asked, nodding at the lotion she had used.

"Help yourself." I grabbed it off the ground where she had placed it, and started putting some on. When I finished with my chest, I asked her to do my back. She sat up, and I turned away so she could reach. As she rubbed the lotion down my sides and over my shoulders, Christine remarked, "You've been working out this summer."

"Yeah. Does it show? There isn't much else to do around here."

"It shows. You look pretty good. Better than before, even."

"You're boy crazy," I teased her, again.

She covered the last of my back and told me it was my turn to do her. She adjusted her chair so she could lay face down, and I put some lotion in my hands and warmed it up. She reached back and untied the thin straps holding her bra in place. Her skin was smooth and bronze. Little wisps of dark hair lined her neck where she had pulled the rest into a ponytail. The string bikini she wore sat low on her hips, and the fabric had bunched between her cheeks, showing off her firm, youthful ass.

I started with her shoulders and she moaned as I worked the lotion into her skin, massaging her at the same time. My dick started growing again. I spread the lotion lower down her back, my fingers dipping over her flanks where I brushed them against the sides of her boobs, which were squashed out beneath her. "Watch it!," she warned me, giggling. So I went even lower, working my greasy hands down the muscles near her spine to the small of her back, and up the rise of her hips. "You can go a little lower," she said, as I brushed against the strings of her bikini. In response, I pushed the fingers of my left hand just under the fabric barely covering her ass and stroked her there gently. She softly moaned and tilted her bottom up, pressing into my palms. I stopped and rotated my hands to her hips, my fingertips just under the strings, and ran then them up her sides, trying to coat her back evenly.

When I finished, I wiped my hands off on the towel and settled back into my own chair to get some sun, too. I kept glancing at her beautiful body, stretched out and nearly naked just a couple of feet from me. My cock ached from being hard so long, but eventually the warm sun got to me, and I dozed off.

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When I woke up, my hardon had gone away and sweat was beading on my arms and chest. Christine had rolled over again and was now on her back, her eyes hidden by sunglasses. Her skin shone with lotion and perspiration. I got up to go for a swim. There were a lot of young parents and children around, and I had fun splashing around with the little kids. The older boys all kept staring at Christine, and even the dads at the pool could not resist glancing up now and then to check on her. She did look amazing.

So I got out, cold and dripping wet, and tried to talk her into coming into the pool with me.

"Um, this suit isn't really for swimming," she protested.

"What do you mean? 'Swimsuit,' right?" I asked.

"It's not lined. It'll get sort of see through."

"Well, that sounds interesting. I think I'd like to see that," I joked. "C'mon, don't be a baby."

"Oh, man. Okay, I'll go."

She got up and walked with me back to pool. I waded into the shallow end with her. The kids that had been flocking around me earlier stayed away for some reason. I guess they knew not to bother us, now. We floated around, me on my back and Christine near me, standing in the shallows, crouched down to keep only her shoulders out of the water. We talked about what we'd been doing over the summer.

"Feels good?" I asked her, after a little while.

"Yeah, it's nice and cool."

"But boring, huh? We can get out if you want," I offered.

"I think you should get out first. You don't want to miss the show!" she warned me.

I did, and hustled over the the lounge chairs we shared. While I began drying myself off, she climbed a ladder out of the water, facing me. She was not kidding about the suit being a little see through. The wet yellow fabric stuck to the skin of her full breasts and her pussy, outlining her plump labia. It didn't take a close inspection to tell that her mons was smooth and hairless. Her dark areolae were just visible though the clingy top and her nipples were prominent, erect from the cold water. The expression on her face was blank and aloof as everyone's eyes followed her out of the pool.

My cock hardened again as she walked slowly to me, water dripping from her body. I stood up to greet her with a towel, my hardon clearly on display. I didn't think anyone was watching me, however. She turned as I wrapped the towel around her, and I could see the back of her bikini, wedged up between the bronzed globes of her bottom.

"Oh. My. God," Christine whispered as I rubbed her dry. "That was so embarrassing!"

"Are you kidding?" I whispered back, my mouth near her ear. "You are a goddamn rock star! Baby, you are now famous - they'll call you 'The Yellow Bikini Girl.' Other girls will be trying to copy that walk for the next ten years."

She smiled shyly and shook her head. "I can't believe I did that." I bent over to pat her long legs with the towel. "We should get out of here," she said, once I had dried her off.

"Okay."

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We grabbed our stuff and headed to the changing rooms to shower and dress. I told her I'd wait for her in the lobby.

It took her longer than I expected, but eventually she met me there. Back in her loose top and shorts, she did not look like the same person I'd seen at the pool. She looked young and cute again.

I took her arm and walked her out to the car. "Did you want to come over?" I asked her as we left the parking lot. "Megan is probably back by now."

"Um, no," she replied. "Can you take me home?"

"Sure."

She wasn't talking as I drove. Soon, however, we arrived at her house. She waited in the car while I went around and opened her door.

"So, thanks for taking me to the pool," she said.

"Yeah, it was fun. I'll take you again, anytime."

We stood there awkwardly.

"Um, do you want to come inside?" she asked in a blurt.

I nodded, and we turned to her front door. "Do you think your mom will remember me?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know. She's not home though. No one is."

"Hmm?"

"My brothers are at my dad's, and my mom is over at her boyfriend's. She won't be back until late, maybe tomorrow." Christine's parents, like mine, had been divorced for many years. Her mom hadn't remarried, though.

"Oh." I smiled inwardly. This was looking good.

She let herself in the front door while I waited. "C'mon in," she said.

I stepped inside and she closed the door behind me. After that, I grabbed her and kissed her, my hands circling her waist. She was surprised, but dropped her bag and wrapped her arms around my neck as I pulled her close. We kissed there in the front hallway, her lips soft and moist. I began stroking her back as we kissed, pressing her body to mine. She pushed her warm, wiggling tongue past my lips, licking at my teeth, and I reciprocated, my tongue snaking into her mouth. My cock started growing again, and I knew she could feel it hardening against her.

She broke the kiss with a moan. "Mmm, that was nice. You don't waste time, do you?"

I shook my head. She took my hand and walked me into the house, her flipflops clapping against the floor. "Where are we going?" I asked her.

"I don't know..." she said, as we got to the base of the stairs. "I want to take you to my room, but I don't want you to think I'm easy."

"If your mom's not coming back tonight, we have time,"  I told her. "We don't have to rush things."

"Yeah, but I don't want to wait. I've been thinking about you all afternoon - I don't think I can wait anymore."

I grabbed her and kissed her again. She smelled fresh and clean. She stepped backward as I pushed forward, stumbling one step up the stairs. I guided her backward, kissing her while she giggled, my hands on her ribcage just below her lovely breasts. At the top of the stairs, she pointed to the left, and I backed her into her room.

"Now we're in your room," I said.

"Yeah. Wanna sit?" She indicated her bed.

I sat down and pushed off my sandals with my toes. She stood in front of me, between my spread knees. She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue slipping quickly into my mouth. "I'm beginning to think," she said, as she started unbuttoning my shirt, "that you're the one who's easy." When she reached the last button, she spread her hands under my shirt, caressing my chest and pushing my shirt off my shoulders. I shrugged it the rest of the way off. "Oh, you feel good," she said.

I pulled her close, and her hands went around my head, her fingers running through my hair. For a moment my face was inches from her breasts, but then she sank down between my knees, her fingers tracing lazy paths from my scalp, down my chest, to my shorts. She unzipped and unsnapped them, and then started pulling them off.

"You know," I said, placing my hands on hers to stop her for a moment, "I'm going back to school at the end of the month. I'm not going to be around much longer."

"I know," she replied, looking up at me. "Can I take these off now?"

I lifted my hips and she pulled my shorts down and off. My cock was thick and growing harder, tenting the material of my boxers. She found it with her hands and massaged it though the fabric as it grew fatter and longer. She was sucking her pouty lower lip.

"Can I take it out?" she asked, staring at my crotch.

"Yes."

Her fingers hooked the elastic of my shorts and she pulled them down. My hard cock sprang free and slapped lightly against my belly before settling back. She removed my underwear completely, and ran her fingers up my thighs before taking my erection into her hands.

"I forgot how big it was," she said, kneading the shaft with her fingertips. My cock stiffened in her hands as she played with it, the head growing fat and shiny as I became more erect. "The skin is so soft," she told me, stroking it lightly with the fingers of her right hand as she cupped my balls in her left palm, weighing them and gently rolling them around inside the still loose sack. She hummed to herself.

"What about you?" I asked. She looked up at my face and I pulled her upright. "You still have your clothes on."

She kicked off her shoes, and lifted her arms over her head. I grabbed the hem of her tank top and, rising from the bed, pulled it up. Our bodies were pressed close. I could feel the warmth of her against my skin as I raised the loose shirt over the twin mounds of her breasts. My erect penis pressed on her belly, trapped between us. After I pulled the top over her head, she reached between her breasts and unclasped the bra she was wearing. The cups fell partly away from her tits. She shimmied the straps off her shoulders and her bra fell to the ground. I kept eye contact with her as I sat back down. Her heavy breasts hung right in front of my face, but I tried to ignore them. I hooked my fingers under the elastic waist of her shorts and pushed them over hips and down her thighs. They fell to the floor, and she stepped smoothly out of them. To my surprise, she was nude.

I must have raised my eyebrows, because she answered, "I like the way it feels, sometimes."

"Hmm." I pushed her a step away from me so that I could look at her body. She was lovely. Her breasts were big, but not too big, and in their youthful firmness they settled only lightly on her chest, forming twin, sloped mountains. Her small bikini had left two pale triangles in the center of each, surrounding her brown nipples, which were soft and smooth, capping the slopes of her mounds. Lower, her trim belly with unadorned navel melded flawlessly into her pudenda, which turned and disappeared between her thighs. Another small pale triangle marked her mons, which was smooth and totally hairless. "You are wonderful," I told her.

I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to me. I began kissing her left breast, licking around the nipple as it puckered in response. It's twin responded as well, and I caressed that breast with my left hand, cupping it from below and kneading it softly, my fingers passing gently over the hardening nubbin. My right hand stroked the small of her back, dipping low to tease the top of her buttocks. She moaned and placed her hands on the back of my head, pressing me to her breast.

"Harder is okay," she said, and I complied, sucking her entire areola into my mouth. As I drew it inside, I licked her nipple roughly and she shuddered. While my left hand squeezed her other breast, I slid my right hand down her ass, my fingers dipping into the valley between her cheeks and then under, between her legs, down toward her pussy. I could feel the moist heat emanating from inside her.

She groaned as my hands played over her supple body, teasing her intimate spots as suckled at first one breast and then the other. Finally, I slipped my middle finger into the folds of her vulva, slightly spreading her lips open for the first time. She was molten inside, her hot nectar dripping down my finger. I wanted to taste her.

"Lay down," I told her and she did, her head resting on pillows propped at the head of her bed. She spread her legs and I crawled between them, laying on my belly. I wrapped my arms under her thighs, raising them over my shoulders and tilting her hips upward as I stretched my tongue out, licking her smooth, hairless pussy from asshole to clit in one long, slow stroke.

"Oh, God!" she cried, thrusting forward to increase the contact. I gathered her honey on my tongue and swallowed it down, savoring the sweetness. I licked her slowly again and again, until her fingers tangled in my hair and, writhing, she tried desperately to pull my mouth against her hot box. "Please," she begged.

I gave in, and dug my tongue between her labia. Her juices flowed freely now as I lapped at them, dripping down between the cheeks of her ass. I twisted my tongue into the tight opening of her vagina, spearing inside her and feeling the heat she made. I caressed her fluttery stomach with my fingers as I ate from her honeypot. She begged for still more, so I sucked her labia into my mouth and dragged my rough tongue up her slit. Her clit was shiny pink, hard and peeking out of it's hood, and I captured it between my upper lip and tongue, pinching the little nub and flicking it back and forth.

"Uh, uh, uuh!" she grunted, crunching up slightly off the bed, her fingers knotted in my hair. She was coming for me, and I sucked at her clit with more force, lapping it with my tongue. She crashed over the edge, screaming, her back arching up off the bed as spasms wracked her loins, her tender thighs squeezed around my ears, and her pelvis rocking up and down as waves of orgasm rolled over her. I kept eating her as she came, extending her pleasure, until she finally pushed me away.

"Oh, that was fantastic," she mumbled as I pulled myself up her body. I laid atop her and kissed her mouth hard. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and kissed me back. As our tongues tangled, the swollen tip of my cock pressed into her sodden pussy, spreading her labia and nudging her sensitive clit. "Oh!" she cried, breaking the kiss. "You have to fuck me now!"

"Condoms?" I asked her.

"There, top drawer," she pointed, and I climbed off and and got them from the dresser drawer she had indicated. "Hurry," she begged. I grabbed a few, rolled one on, and then climbed back on top of her, her legs spread widely around me. I held my torso aloft with one hand, and with the other guided my cock gently into her slippery folds.

"Is this your first time?" I asked softly.

"No, not the first. Just fuck me. Hurry, I feel like I'm going to burst!" she whined, slowly thrusting her hips at empty air, her hands balled into fists on the bedsheets.

I found the small opening of her soft pussy and pushed into her. The large, blunt head of my cock spread her open and she gasped, hissing, as I pressed slowly inside. She was tight! Yet she was so wet that it felt almost frictionless as I forced my way into her narrow canal, though the ring of her pussy clasped my cock and the pressure off her warm flesh made every centimeter a challenge.

"Oh, it feels so big," she cried. I stopped pushing forward and dragged my cock out until just the head was lodged inside her before reversing course and pressing back in. After several attempts, I was fully inside her lovely body, my pubic hair mashed up against her bare skin.

"God, that's good," Christine said. "I can feel it so far up."

"You are amazing, baby," I whispered, drawing my cock out slowly. She moaned as I pulled away. I leaned forward and lay lightly on top of her, supporting my weight on my elbows. We kissed, and then I nuzzled her neck as I thrust again, burying my length inside her body. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her calves resting on my thighs. Her breasts were squashed against my hairy chest.

"Fuck me hard," she said. "I want you to come inside me," she whispered in my ear, her arms wrapped around my back.

I bit her neck softly and began increasing my pace, driving into her with greater passion and force. I slapped against her with each thrust, my pubic bone ramming against her hooded clit. Soon we were slamming together, her body rebounding off the bed and crashing into me as I fucked down into her. I grunted in time with the collisions. Her mouth was open as she panted, her heavy breaths ending with a short whine. "Oh, fuck! I'm going to come!" she cried, her fingernails raking my back as she called out. "Don't stop!" I slammed into her again and again, the mushroom head of my cock rubbing down the walls of her tight pussy as I thrust in and out. Her face was a rictus as her mouth opened in a breathless scream. She clasped my body to hers as another orgasm raced through her. Her tight canal clamped around my thrusting cock, muscles pulling me deep inside her, her spasms finally pushing me over the edge I had ridden all afternoon. I roared as I came, my balls emptying their slippery load as jet upon jet of semen flew down the length of my cock. Finally, we lay together, sweaty and drained, and I fucked her gently with my slowly softening member, my pubis pressed against hers as her overstimulated clitoris sent small spasms though her body.

I pulled out of her before I wilted completely, and discretely slipped off the condom. My nearly flaccid cock was dribbling watery fluid onto her bed, already wet with our perspiration and her own copious honey. She lay on her back, arms and legs spread, as I crawled up beside her, resting on my right elbow. I traced random paths on her breasts with a single finger as she breathed deeply, recovering from her exertion. She seemed to be staring into space.

Finally, she closed her eyes. "Damn, I knew it would be that good!" she said.

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"I wanna do it again," she told me, pulling her tongue from my mouth.

We were laying together on her bed, face to face, breathing each others breath. She had both hands on my soft cock and balls, fondling me as I held her.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied. She rolled over on her back, and propped a pillow behind her head. "Bring your penis up here," she told me, tapping her mouth. I followed her directions and knelt over her, my limp cock hanging just in front of her face. She reached behind me with both hands and grabbed my ass, drawing me forward. I leaned over and grabbed the headboard of her bed, balancing myself above her. She chased my cock around with her tongue before she finally sucked it between her lips. Her hot mouth felt wonderful on my overworked member, her rough tongue licking the glans gently. Because I was still soft, she took it all the way inside her, her nose buried in my pubic hair as her fingers wrapped around my asscheeks and pulled me closer. I started growing again, blood slowly filling the organ in her mouth. She smiled when she felt my dick getting hard. Soon I felt the tip of my cock push past her tongue, nudging the back of her throat. She pulled me away then, her fingers digging into my butt. I let her control me with her hands, pushing and pulling me in and out of her mouth as she sucked my cock back to full hardness. She looked up at me the whole time, her dark brown eyes staring into my own.

When she had me erect, she kept at it. Pulling me in, her tongue pressed against the underside of my shaft. Drawing me out, she sucked, her lips forming a tight seal around my cock, forcing more blood into my rigid organ. I had to concentrate to matched her slow, relentless pace, thrusting carefully forward and pulling back at just the right point. My eyes closed, all my senses were focused on her touch - the feel of her warm, wet mouth, her fingernails on my ass, the softness of her breasts where they touched my thighs.

I was lost in the movement, until I felt the muscles of my groin beginning to contract and my cockhead begin to swell. "Chrissy," I warned her, "you better stop unless you want me to come." She sucked me hard once, and then pushed me away, my turgid cock popping out of her mouth. She gave me a sheepish smile, then leaned over and grabbed a condom from where I had put them earlier, tore the package open, and rolled the rubber carefully down my slick shaft.

"Now fuck me," she commanded.

I pulled her up to me and kissed her wet mouth hard, then I turned her around. She knelt on the bed, her torso upright and arms at her side. I slid my hands up her body, starting at her thighs, over her hips, her stomach, and finally squeezing her breasts. She turned her head and I kissed her hard, my tongue slipping into her mouth. I pressed up against her, my hard rod sliding between her legs, into the folds of her vulva. Feeling it there, she ground her her baby-soft ass into me. I broke our kiss and gently pushed her then, leaning her forward. She placed her hands on the headboard where mine had been moments before. I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back to me, lining my cock up with her pussy, and inserting the head into her slippery, heated slot. "Oh, yessss," she hissed. I wiggled until I found the opening to her vagina and then I pulled her to me and pushed forward at the same time. I sunk far into her on the first thrust, my staff spearing through her mushy insides, splitting her open. "Oh, fuck! It's so deep!" she cried as I came to rest inside her, her ass pressed against my pelvis

I slowly pulled out, leaving a void behind, and then pressed myself back in. Her tight vaginal walls resisted me, but she was so slippery inside there was no way she could prevent my cock from opening her up. I began fucking her slowly for my own benefit, hoping that reducing the stimulation would delay the orgasm I had just missed having earlier. Over and over I slowly thrust into her, the tip of my penis coming to rest deep inside her body before withdrawing. As I adjusted to the wonderful sensation of her clasping pussy, I slowly increased my pace. Before very long, I was pounding her again, her beautiful breasts swinging wildly around. Her head hung down from her shoulders, her long brown hair covering her face, and she cried out softly each time I reached my depth in her.

Still pumping, I let go of her hips and grabbed her tits in my hands, squeezing them tight and pulling her body roughly to mine. Her back arched, shoulders against my chest, as she turned her head, our tongues meeting as I hungrily kissed her. I kept hammering her, slapping my loins against her supple ass over and over. "Oh, God, I can feel it rubbing me from inside," she whispered into my mouth. The change in position caused my swollen glans to press against the front wall of her pussy, stimulating the sensitive underside of my cock and her G-spot. I knew I couldn't take much more.

"I'm going to come, Chrissy," I whispered.

"Don't stop, keep fucking me," she begged as I tested my teeth on her shoulder, her left arm back, her fingers in my hair. I felt her reach down with her right hand and begin frigging her clit.

I slammed into her five or six more times, but I couldn't maintain the pressure and the dam broke, come flooding up my throbbing member and spilling over into the condom. I groaned and squeezed her tits hard, the soft flesh spilling out between my fingers. As I climaxed, I kept thrusting inside her, my cock supersensitive and vibrating from orgasm, sending electric jolts through my stomach and thighs. Then, quickly, she came too, masturbating as I fucked her, crying out as spasms rocked her sweet body. I held us both upright until her hand slowed, and then gently lowered her to the bed, her body slumping down. I collapsed next to her, almost completely spent. My last effort was to pull her overheated body to mine.

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We fell asleep after that, our sweaty limbs tangled together, naked in her room as the afternoon turned into evening.

When we woke up we shared a shower. I soaped her lovely body and she soaped mine, but we were too worn out to fool around much. It was already past dinner time, and she asked me if I wanted to get a pizza, or something, delivered. I asked her if I could spend the night.

"Really?" she asked, still wrapped in a fuzzy towel. I nodded. "Cool. Stay here, I'm going to find out what my mom's plans are."

She left the room and went downstairs to get her cell phone. I heard her talking, but couldn't make out what she was saying. When she came back upstairs, she looked disappointed.

"She's coming home in a couple hours. Her boyfriend has a flight out early tomorrow morning," she told me.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said.

"Yeah... I had fun, though."

"Me too."

"Maybe we can do this again before you go back?" she asked.

"I'd like that," I agreed, and kissed her.

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I got some flack from my folks for coming back after dinner without telling anyone where I had been. I lied and told them I had been out with Sam after Christine and I had left the pool. My step-dad Bob was kind of mad at me for being inconsiderate, so I just avoided them both and went up to my room.

It was about 10 o'clock and I was reading in bed, this time for real, when there was a quiet knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's me."

"Come on in, Megan," I told her.

The door opened just enough for Megan to slip through, then she shut it behind herself. "You sure you're decent?" she asked, noticing that, although covered to my waist in the bedsheets, I was bare-chested.

"Yeah," I said, flipping the sheets up and showing her my boxer shorts. "About as decent as you."

She walked the few steps from the door to my bed, turned and sat down with a bounce. She was wearing really cute pajamas; a tight, striped, spaghetti strap tank top and matching hipster panties. Her breasts jiggled just a little as she sat down. I tried not to look too much. "I think Bob is tired of having you around, Bro," she told me. "He's been grouchy all evening."

"Well, I'll be gone soon enough."

"Yeah," she said. She seemed little sad, but it didn't last long. "So, you were out with Sam, huh?"

"Yep," I lied.

"You liar!" she grinned. "Sam called here looking for you because you weren't answering your phone! You're lucky I answered it." After spending time with Christine, I had forgotten to check for messages - in fact, my phone was probably still turned off, in the pocket of my shorts. "So where were you?"

"Just out."

"Right. You were over at Chris's house, weren't you?"

"Did you two set me up?"

"Yeah," she kidded me, "I arranged for Mom's car to get a flat at the mall so you would have to take Christine to the pool."

"Funny."

"It was easy to figure out, Bro. She showed me the suit she was going to wear to the pool earlier this week, her family is away this weekend, and I know what a horndog you are - putting it together was simple!" She paused a moment, then asked, "Actually, why are you even here and not still at her house?"

"Her mom was coming back early," I explained.

"Well, that'd do it." Megan stopped talking and lay back on the bed next to me. She looked at the ceiling, her hands behind her head, and I picked my book up to start reading again. I'd only read two more paragraphs when she asked me, "You guys did it, right?"

"Not your business."

"You did it!" she teased me. "You have to tell me about it!"

"It's none of your business," I told her again. She pouted. "You can just ask Christine, all right? You can say I've given her my permission to talk."

"You tell me," she said, still pouting. "C'mon, I'll do you a favor."

"You already owe me a favor, Megan."

"I'll owe you a really big favor," she begged, trying to look cute. This usually worked on me.

I shook my head.

"Fine, I'll call Christine." She got up off the bed and left, but a minute later she was back with her phone. She dialed and then waited, phone to her ear. "Christine? Hi, it's Megan," she began. She waited while Christine spoke and rolled her eyes at me. Then she climbed onto the bed and sat down next to me, cross-legged. "Listen, this is important, Christine. I know my brother was over at your house today. You have to tell me - did you guys do it? No. No, you can tell me, he wouldn't tell me but he said it was okay if I asked you. Yeah? No way! Three? You have to tell me details."

She listened, occasionally prodding Christine for more information. I tried to read my book, but I was actually too distracted, wondering what Christine was telling her. I also noticed that my sister was getting turned on - her cheeks were a little flushed, and she was nibbling her lower lip. I gave up reading entirely when my sister's left hand dropped into her lap and she immodestly began to lightly stroke the stretched crotch of her panties.

"Oh my God, that is so hot, Chris. No, I'm sure he wanted to. Too bad your mom came back." It sounded like they were finishing up. "Look," said Megan, "I better go. I'm totally horny now, and I need to take care of some business. You too? Yeah! Okay, I'll call you tomorrow. Bye!" She disconnected.

"You stud!" she laughed. Then she said, "I better go."

"Gonna go play?"

She grinned and gave a little nod.

"You can stay here if you want."  I waited after my offer, but she looked away and didn't say anything. "Meg," I said, "Stay here. I want to watch you to play with your pussy."

"All right, but this counts as the favor," she said, after thinking just a moment more. She scooted down the bed and lay on her back. Lifting her heels high in the air, she peeled off her panties and dropped them next to her. Then she spread her legs, her knees flat on the bed, and her right hand dipped between her thighs. She started stroking her labia.

I slid down the bed, too, and turned to face her, propping myself up on my elbow so I could be closer and see more. Occasionally, her hand would drop low between her thighs; Megan seemed to be dipping her finger inside her pussy. Then she would raise her hand again, and rub small circles around her clit with her index and middle fingers. With her left hand, she stroked her tummy and squeezed her breasts through her thin top, dragging her fingers and palm over her pebbly nipples. The room was quiet except for her rough breath and the soft noises of her hand on her slippery pussy. I could tell she was rapidly building toward a peak.

My cock was swollen, pushing out the front of my boxers. I stuck my hand down my shorts and lightly traced the shaft with my fingertips. It had only been a few minutes since she started, but Megan was already in her own world, her fingers a blur on her clit, and I could tell from the way she was breathing that she was very close to climax. I leaned over, looking down at her. Her lips were parted just slightly and her eyes were clenched shut. I guess I kind of lost it, because I kissed her softly, the tip of my tongue sliding into her open mouth and just barely brushing her teeth.

That's when Megan came, her belly spasming and back arching, while she gasped for breath, my lips just touching hers. She lifted her head and kissed me back hard, her tongue sliding deep into my mouth. She held it for a moment, and then fell back, panting.

She lay there next to me, catching her breath, and I watched her come down from her orgasm. "Oh, F-me, that was a good one." she said.

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After that, we stayed in bed, talking. Megan was on her side, her back to me. I had my arm around her, spooning her. She hadn't yet put her panties back on.

"Christine's lucky," she said. "I can't even imagine what it would feel like to have something as big as that inside me." I was still wearing my shorts, but my cock was trapped against her bottom, resting between her soft, naked cheeks. She was rocking her hips slightly, sliding it back and forth, teasing me.

"You haven't done it yet?" I asked.

"No."

"Don't be in a hurry, Sis," I told her. "There's plenty of time."

"I know. I'm just curious. I'd probably like to do it, but guys can be such dicks. The guy Christine lost her virginity to? After they did it earlier this summer, he started acting like a jerk, so she dumped him."

"His loss," I agreed.

We lay there quietly for a bit. She was still slowly rubbing her warm ass against my groin. I was focused on the feel of her soft skin where our legs and bodies met, and my stiff cock was hot and throbbing from the stimulation. She seemed to be thinking. "What about you?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"What about you? You didn't get off yet. I can feel how hard you are," she said, wiggling against me.

"It'll go down when you leave, or I can take care of it later," I told her.

She rolled over to look at me. "Let me help," she said, grabbing my erection through the fabric.

"Okay," I agreed. It was what I wanted, after all.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, as her hand pulled up and down my shaft.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to suck on it," she said. "I've been thinking about that lately, trying to remember how it felt in my mouth."

"All right," I said. "Here, help me take these off."

I lifted my ass, pushing my boxers down my thighs. She grabbed them and pulled them off the rest of the way. She was kneeling on the bed next to me.

"Can I just start?" she asked.

"Yeah."

She grabbed my erection with her small hand and lifted it, pointing it straight up.

"Wow. So hard. It looks really big up close," she said. Then she leaned over and took the tip into her mouth, her tongue making small circles around the crown. Her right hand was wrapped firmly around the base of my shaft.

"Ohhh, yeah." I groaned. With my right hand I reached for her, cupping her ass and running my fingers lightly up and down between her smooth cheeks. She lifted her bottom to give me better access. She was taking me shallowly into her warm mouth, her lips brushing the sensitive underside of the swollen head as she went slowly up and down.

She pulled off and looked up at me. "I forgot how soft the skin on the tip was. It feels nice on my lips!" she said, smiling. She plunged back down, taking my cock a little deeper inside her. Her tongue played around the shaft, licking and tickling, while she sucked me in and out. I wormed my finger in between her plump, bare labia, sliding up through the slick folds of her vulva. She moaned around my cock.

"Oh, Megan," I warned her, "I'm getting close." She nodded, and started bobbing up and down a little faster, her lips popping over the head on each trip. I slid my middle finger into her vagina, the greasy canal closing tightly around the invader. She moaned again and pushed against my hand, my knuckles pressing into her slippery pussy lips.

After a minute more, the tingling began in my balls. The muscles in my groin tightened and I told Megan I was going to come. She held the tip of my cock between her lips as I spewed, a big burst followed by several pulses of ejaculate. My body was stiff while my loins spasmed. After a few seconds, I began to relax, and she vacuumed whatever cream remained inside my organ into her mouth, draining me completely.

I stroked her hair as she sucked me gently, shaking because my cock was supersensitive now. When it began to soften, she let me fall from her lips.

"That was so nice, Mimi," I told her, still breathing a little hard. "Thank you." She smiled up at me, still leaning over my body.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

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We froze.

"Honey, have you seen Megan?" said the voice through the door. It was our mom. She had learned when I was fifteen to always knock before coming in to avoid our mutual embarrassment.

In a flash, Megan and I both sat back against the headboard, pulling the sheets up to our waists, covering our naked lower halves.

"I'm in here, Mom," replied Megan.

"Oh," my mom said, opening the door. "What's going on?" she wondered, noting that we were in bed together.

"We were just talking about my problems with girls," I told her. Megan nodded.

"You two haven't sat in bed together since you two were both just kids. How cute! I'm glad you are getting along this summer."

"Yeah," said Megan, "It's been nice having him back."

"It sure has," she said with a little smile. "Well, I came to tell you Bob and I are going to bed, so keep quiet. Don't stay up too late. And, Megan, please take your shoes off the stairs before you go to sleep. You need to start cleaning up after yourself better."

"Okay, Mom," replied Megan.

"Goodnight," I said.

"Huh, that was close!" Megan exclaimed, after our mom closed the door.

"Yeah!" I agreed as she turned to face me.

"That was fun. Thanks." she said. She leaned over to kiss my cheek.

"Hold on," I stopped her. "You've got something right here," I said, wiping the corner of her lips with my finger, where a big drop of jism had splashed out of her mouth during my climax. I held my finger up in front of her.

"Thanks," Megan said, capturing my come-covered fingertip in her mouth, sucking it clean. Then she finished kissing me on the cheek. "I better go." I watched as she found her panties and pulled them on, wiggling them over her slim hips.

"Goodnight, Megan," I said as she turned for the door.

"'Night, Bro!" she replied, closing the door behind her.