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Pepper Dyson: The Date - 2
by Darla (darla@accessone.com)
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Younger sister comes home in a bad mood from a date that
didn't go as planned only to unload on her older brother
who just won't take it from her. (MF-teens, 1st, inc,
rom)
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PART 2
Lying face down on her bed, Pepper weeps softly for a
time, but it doesn't bring on the feeling of "overness."
It's all so unfinished, the horrible love-less date and
the spanking from Steve. Something was supposed to
happen and didn't. Pepper rises from her bed and gets
out of her clothes.
Before slipping on her babydoll pj's she stands naked
before her mirror. "What's the matter with me anyway?"
There must be something -- nobody could have such a load
of awfulness land on them, without there being something
the matter.
There is no answer to this burning question except more
tears. Unable to stand being by herself any longer,
Pepper opens her bedroom door and goes across the hall
to Steve's room. His door is partly open and she is able
to slip inside and get to the center of the room before
the startled Steve looks up from his book. Steve's look
of anger, changes at once to concern as he sees how his
little sister is hurting. He scrambles to his feet and
gathers her into his arms.
Her face is still very wet in spite of Steve's clumsy
attempts to dry it with a Kleenex from a very large box
of them conveniently placed on his night table -- the
box is almost empty. Sherlock Pepper draws the correct
conclusion. "Got a cold Stevie?" she snickers knowingly
through the few remaining tears.
Steve blushes and tries to brazen it out, "Never know
when you might need a Kleenex."
"Yeah <sniff> I'll just bet" She laughs, though it is a
loving laugh after all.
Now there is a pause as Pepper, still being cuddled,
looks down to see that the pajama bottoms (he wears no
tops, of course) of her loving brother have become
rather "tented" as the result of the close contact
between them. She glances up at him, her face changes,
softens, her eyes glaze with a feeling she had once
before with him. And suddenly, it is as if she has
already made the decision some hours, if not weeks ago.
She makes the move. Her hand steals between them and
grasps his sex gently -- so gently, through the thin
fabric.
Steve, appalled to realize that he is hard for his own
sister (again!) immediately tries to brush Pepper's hand
away from him. She just grips him harder; their eyes
meet; his are filled with horrified lust, hers with
need. In a desperate whisper "Please please Pep, don't
do that!"
Pepper now begins pressing him back a step at a time,
controlling him by means of the joystick in her small
hand. "Well, Stevie -- I could just stop. I could just
let you go. But you wouldn't like that would you?"
Agonized, "No, no, no, no, don't do anything. Ooh, oh,
ohhhhhh. What do you want?"
The backs of Steve's knees encounter his bed and he
sits, involuntarily. Pepper is standing almost against
him "I want you to take off my panties!" in a whispered
growl. "No no Pep, Oh God I can't,.. don't please don't
make..." Steve resists. In a louder voice "I SAID
TAKE.." Compliance is instantaneous "Ok, ok, ok, just
keep your voice down pleeeeeaase."
His flushed face is only inches from her as with clumsy
hands, Steve works Pepper's panties down and finally off
(she doesn't help much). By the time he is finished his
breathing is very ragged . Pepper's breath is coming
quite a bit quicker too, but she is clearly in control
of both herself and the situation. She lifts her
babydoll over her head, drops it to the floor, and leans
forward just a bit.
"Do you like my tits, Stevie?" Her breasts, the color of
day-old cream and tipped with small, rosy nipples, are
level with his face, his slightly parted lips. She urges
her upper body forward, and her ragged breathing does
the rest. Her left nipple grazes the corner of Steve's
mouth. The reaction is immediate and electric. Steve
turns his head to wrest himself from the temptation and
hugs his young sister tightly. "We CANNOT do this, Pep,
it isn't right, it isn't..." he hisses through clenched
teeth.
Through his contact with her he can feel her shuddering
with reaction. Releasing her and looking up, he sees
Pepper's stricken look. "Pep, what is it, what's the
matter now?" Pepper's pretty face is contorted in an
agony of adolescent angst. "I thought you loved me...I
thought that jerk would love me too, but nobody does,
nobody does, what is the MATTER with me?" she sobs, her
body shaking. "Oh, baby, baby, I love you, I do...
here..." Steve hugs her again and strokes her back. "God
you're freezing."
"You could warm me up, Stevie." Pepper says softly
through her sniffles. She straightens herself, breaking
the embrace, and with both hands on Steve's chest she
pushes him onto his back. Before he realizes what is
happening, Pepper has straddled him. "And that's exactly
what I want you to do." With her hands pinning Steve's
shoulders, Pepper begins to slide herself up his abdomen
and onto his lower chest.
Steve is very near the breaking point, but he makes
another attempt to prevent what is now almost
inevitable. Raising his head "Pep, I love you like my...
my sister, you know, but I can't love you like... um...
like a girl, because, because, ah..." He stops,
mesmerized by the feel of her naked thighs and the
delicious nest between, as they slide up his torso.
With his head raised in this position, he can look
Pepper straight in the pussy and notice the faint sheen
of lubrication it has acquired from rubbing against him.
Without conscious guidance, Steve's hands come up to cup
Pepper's lovely full bottom and help her on her journey
towards his waiting mouth.
"You can if I say you can, Stevie..." another few inches
forward. "I love you like a boy, and why shouldn't
we...we love each other best, don't we?" The question is
entirely rhetorical for she has arrived at her
destination. But Pepper has one more argument to
demolish any of Steve's remaining reticence. She reaches
behind her and grasps his erect cock once more. "I can
tell by our friend here, that you want me."
With a delectable wiggle and a squeeze that makes Steve
groan, Pepper releases her rigid handful and announces
her program. "And I want you too Stevie -- right now. I
want your mouth. I want your tongue. Do it to me!" As if
he could refuse. As if he could even think of refusing
now, with her pussy right in his face and his nostrils
full of the rich scent of her. Steve gives Pepper what
she wants and, at that moment, it is what he wants too,
more than anything in the world.
At first raw need makes them a bit clumsy, but it is a
stage which is quickly left behind. Certainly this is
something that Steve has done before. His tongue darts
between the lips of Pepper's delightful puss and strokes
strongly up and down the pink interior.
More wiggles from her and a gasp. This is how it was
supposed to be! Soon Steve's tongue is expertly lashing
Pepper's throbbing clit as his hands squeeze and release
her bottom in time with these activities. The level of
arousal of both was in the "extreme" range already but
they now break through onto a whole new plateau.
Suddenly a lustful cowgirl, Pepper rides her brother's
face with complete abandon, now mashing herself against
him to the point where she feels his teeth on her clit,
now thrusting back against Steve's containing hands. Her
head whips from side to side and back and forth as each
stroke of Steve's tongue drives her ever closer to the
edge, that wonderful edge.
It is all Pepper can do to keep from crying out with the
waves of passion that sweep through her, building higher
and higher. Finally the frenzy of her orgasm overtakes
her and snatching a pillow, she bites down upon it to
contain the scream of release she would otherwise have
made. Shaking with the force of her climax she collapses
upon the heaving body of her brother.
Steve is in a fury of passion. He grips his trembling
sister's shoulders and forces her back down the slippery
path along which he had urged her to his mouth, pushing
her backward toward his bursting cock. Unaware of his
fearsome need, Pepper rolls off him and onto the bed,
her eyes heavy, her breathing slowing.
Steve's frustrated moan snaps her eyes open... she sees
her brother's contorted face, sees his hand reaching for
his swollen cock. "No!" she whispers, grabbing his
wrist. Steve moans again, fighting his sister's grasp.
"I have to Pep, God, I need it I need it, please..."
Realizing there is no time to waste with pleading or
explanation, no time to cajole him into letting her
practice on the family member, as it were, Pepper slides
herself quickly down the bed until her head is level
with Steve's hips. Taking a deep breath and gathering
her courage, she licks her lips, opens her mouth, and
dips her head forward and down, like a bird sipping from
a puddle.
Her eyes widen in surprise as Steve's cock slides easily
into her mouth, and she winces as his hands clap her
ears tight to her head. They almost muffle the sound of
his strangled cry... a mixture of horror and lust...as
she starts to suck just a little. An involuntary thrust
of his hips batters Steve's cock against the back of her
throat, and she gags a bit, shuddering and fighting to
regain her composure.
Her brother's cock is hotter than she would have
imagined, and he smells so good! Not like perfume, no,
but soap and the smell of grass, almost, just a little
musky too... hard to describe, but really nice.
Suddenly, her eyes widen again, as a salty, metallic
drop of... it... touches her tongue. So, that's what
it's like.
She stops holding her breath and relaxes, realizing her
pussy has started to throb and moisten again. Steve has
stopped fighting, stopped trying to pull her head away.
He is, instead, holding her head gently, rocking his
hips back and forth, crooning to himself and panting,
nearly insensible with the sensation of his little
sister's mouth on his sex.
Pepper fights to remember all the things she has read
about this, in magazines and books she would have been
spanked for reading, had she been caught. She wraps one
small hand around the base, nuzzling it against the wiry
nest of dark hair. She moves her mouth on it easily,
wetting and rewetting the shaft as she pulls in and out,
in and out.
Each time the ridge of the corona clears her lips, she
flicks her tongue all the way around the head, loving
the way Steve's hips jerk when she does it. He has moved
his hands away from her ears, and she can hear him
clearly. "Oh god Pep, yes, baby, suck me, suck my cock,
I love you baby, I do I do, don't stop, I can't stop
Pep, you'd better pull away, baby, I'm gonna come, Pep,
I'm gonna come baby, oooohhhhhh, oh god help me,
yessssss, do it do it, suck me..." he is babbling non-
stop, and Pepper thinks her mouth will burst if he gets
any harder.
He grabs the same pillow she had used to stifle her
cries, and, using one hand to stuff it into his mouth
and the other to hold Pepper's head still, he screams as
his balls begin to jet hot ropes of come into his
sister's eager mouth. Pepper gags again, shocked at the
onslaught of his hot cream, but closes her eyes tight
and swallows again and again until it is over.
Steve lies shivering, still palming Pepper's head as if
it were a basketball, sobbing and pulling in great
draughts of air. She can feel his stomach shaking with
his cries, and she worms her way back up to his face,
stretching up to kiss his cheeks, licking at his tears.
"Shhhh, shhhhh, don't cry, Stevie, I love you!" she
whispers, "I wanted to do it, I made you do it, it's ok,
it's ok."
He opens his eyes and looks at her pretty, frowning
face. "I love you so much, Pep, you know I do, don't
you?"
"Yes, yes I do, I told you, I love you too!" she sighs,
nuzzling into him.
Something in Steve, some wall, some barrier, has been
breached. He strokes his sister's warm body, teasing a
nipple, cupping her bottom, thumbing her sleeping clit,
with the familiarity of a lover. "I want to be the one,
Pep, I want to be your first. I want you, I want to make
sure it's good, ok?"
His hand is bolder, kneading her pussy, his long middle
finger sliding between her hot, still slippery lips, his
breath warm on her upturned face.
Suddenly, now that it is Steve's idea, Pepper's store-
bought bravado deserts her. "Oh, Steve, yes, I think I
do, I mean I love you best, will it hurt?" This bit of
demurral brings Steve's lobes forward a bit, and his
macho genes roar to life.
He raises up on one elbow and brushes Pepper's hair back
from her face. "I will never hurt you, baby, but I am
going to take you, do you understand? I know you want
this as much as I do, and it is going to be our secret,
right? Right?"
Pepper is silent, looking up at her brother with a
mixture of fright and hopeless love. This was the moment
she had thought about for months, and now her belly was
full of butterflies. "Yes, right," she says faintly.
Steve rolls over onto his back again, pulling Pepper up
with him.
He is strong enough to guide her into a straddle
position, over his hips, so that her still soaked pussy
is resting on his half-hard cock. His hands go to her
breasts. God, what a set she has, he thinks, cupping
them and rolling the nipples between his thumb and
forefinger. Her head drops back, and she opens her
mouth.
A low, soft moan starts far back in her throat. He
reaches up to her shoulders and pulls her forward and
down on him, so that she rests on top of his chest. He
wants to kiss her, taste her sweet little mouth again.
Her hardened nipples poke and rub against his as they
move their bodies gently in the kiss.
His tongue licks at her lips, sweeping across the lower,
then the upper, then poking gently between them. His
arms are wrapped around her, below her waist, his hands
spread out on her ass, and he presses her against him so
that her pussy rubs back and forth, back and forth,
along the length of his now iron-hard shaft.
It isn't long before he feels the tiny, almost
imperceptible pressure of her erect clit, poking out of
its hood at the top of her cleft. She spreads her legs
wider, and increases the downward pressure against
Steve's shaft by pressing and rocking her hips as they
kiss. She begins to whimper and moan around his tongue,
he feels her body shuddering as she wiggles her bottom
and presses her clit harder against his cock.
She sucks and lightly bites his tongue, so utterly lost
is she in passion. Steve doesn't want her to come, not
yet. This is too much like what she did alone in her bed
at night, pressing against a wadded up pillow that she
wedges between her thighs. He had beaten off to that
image night after night ever since she had described it
to him during one of their talks. He wants this to be
different.
He pulls his mouth back from hers, pressing his head
backward into the pillow. Her eyes are slitted, she
increases the speed of her thrusts. Steve quickly works
his hand between them and pushes, lifting her pelvis
enough to grasp his cock. He stands it up, pushing
backward despite her whimpers of protest.
She gasps as the head slides down the length of her
slit, strumming her clit and the sensitive inner lips as
Steve moves it into position. She rises from his chest
and sits up; Steve's knees are slightly bent, and she
moves her hands behind her to balance on his strong
thighs. She is panting, her eyes are half closed.
Steve's hand is soaked from the short run along her
pussy, he can feel the juice running from her as he
holds his cock upright, the tip poised at the entrance
to paradise.
"Sit down on it, baby," he whispers, nearly strangled
with desire. "You control the speed, so I won't hurt
you, ok?" "Yes." She is capable of no more speech. She
lowers her hips slightly, and he feels the tip of his
cock engulfed by the incredible soft heat of her
virginal pussylips. Her eyes widen as she feels herself
spread by her brother's thick sex.
"It's ok, it's ok," he croons, stroking her hip, "make
it feel good, Pep, use it, baby, use it so it feels
good." She groans and leans forward a little, pushing
down on the invader, feeling it slide easily until the
corona clears the entrance, then a bit farther... She
winces, and stops, breathing heavily, beads of sweat
falling from her forehead and a sheen of moisture
gleaming on her breasts.
Steve is puffing breath in and out of his mouth,
mesmerized by the sight of his sweating, straining,
beautiful sister trying to impale herself on his cock.
It is all he can do to keep from grabbing her hips and
smashing into her, tearing through her hymen and taking
her with a single thrust. God, help me, he thinks,
fighting to control his passion for the lovely sister
who loves him best.
Pepper throws her head back again, screwing her eyes
shut and trying to summon the passion of a few minutes
ago. She wants this, yes, she does. As if he had read
her mind, Steve slides a hand down his belly and presses
his fingers against her mons, moving them in a circle,
simulating the pressure she had felt while rubbing
against him in the prone position. She opens her eyes
and looks at him gratefully as the lust slams into her
brain again, wiping out her fear.
"Yessssss," she whispers in the half-light of the room,
"yesss, Stevie do it to me, do it please!" She moves her
hips, and his cock slides in further, the head now
pressing directly against the membrane. She gasps once,
and Steve turns his hand, easing the fat pad of his
thumb into her cleft and up against her throbbing clit.
In one motion, she tosses her head, her back arches, her
pussy jerks forward to press her clit harder against
Steve's thumb, and her hips slam down hard, forcing his
cock in to the hilt. The membrane tears in one clean
thrust, Pepper's eyes widen in shock and her mouth opens
for a scream that Steve stifles by clapping his free
hand over her lips. She bites down on the fleshy heel of
his hand, but he holds it there until he feels her neck
relax, and her hips begin to move again.
She bends forward, puffing hot breath in his face,
experimentally pumping her hips slowly, up and down, up
and down, sliding his cock in and out in and out of her
open vagina. Steve is in agony, wanting to fill her with
cream, but he bites his lip and tries to hold on. "Are
you all right, Pep? Did it hurt very much? Do you love
me, baby?" he whispers urgently.
She opens her eyes and looks at him, bends her face to
his and kisses him lovingly and long. "It doesn't hurt
now. I'm ok, God, I love you, Stevie, I do. Now shut up
and fuck me, yesss, yessssss..." She is rocking on him
now, pressing her clit against his shaft by leaning
forward and riding him at her own speed, with her own
rhythm. She is on fire inside, her belly liquid with
passion, her nipples so hard they hurt, each thrust of
her brother's cock sending shock waves of excitement
through her.
I can feel him, she thought, I can feel him inside me,
oh oh yes, it feels so good, uh, oh God...Her eyes open
in surprise. "Stevie, I'm gonna come again, I'm gonna
come baby, oh... oh... oh!" She rides him harder and
faster, her hips moving in frantic circles as she pounds
up and down on his cock and presses her clit against the
slippery shaft. Steve can hold back no longer.
He grabs her hips and thrusts up into her, his balls
clenching and releasing, his hips arching up beneath
her, his voice choked with lust. She bites her fist when
she looks at his contorted face and knows he is coming
for her, in her.
She feels the first hot jet and bears down on his shaft,
thrusting her clit against it and letting herself
explode. She feels, for the first time, the intense
contractions of her vaginal walls, now that there is
something there for them to squeeze and milk. "Uhnnnn oh
oH! God! Oh Stevie!" she moans, driving her body down
onto him, writhing in passion.
Steve falls back, exhausted, his balls drained, his
heart pounding. Pepper collapses on top of him, her own
heart fluttering. She feels his softening cock slip from
her, and whimpers, hugging him and putting little kisses
on his chest and neck.
She rolls off him at last, and curls up against him,
eager to sleep. He turns to her, fighting to keep his
eyes open, taking her face in his hands, and kissing
her. "You can't sleep in here, Pep," he whispers. "You
know you can't. You have to go to your own room. And you
ought to stop in the bathroom and get cleaned up first."
"I know, I know," she murmurs sleepily. "Just let me
rest for a minute... I love you, Stevie, forever, I love
you..."
Steve doesn't hear her. He is already asleep.
Editor's note: "So were they caught like that by their
parents in the morning?"
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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