“Did you have a nice dinner?” Kylie asked their parents.
“Yes, we did! Your father was quite romantic!” Mom said, her face suggesting ‘romantic’ wasn’t quite the right word.
Ordinarily, the thought of her parents having sex would be cringe-worthy, but somehow, her liaisons with Sean had her thinking, ‘Good for you!’ Wondering where exactly they might have been at the time – in the car? a hotel room? – made her realize it was probably something tamer, like a lover’s lane tryst under a full moon.
“Way to go, Dad!” she said, his embarrassed smile telling.
“What were you two up to?” Mom asked innocently.
“Just playing that stupid ‘shoot-em-up’ space game on Sean’s computer,” she said without an ounce of guilt showing.
“Yeah! She beat me good!” Sean added enthusiastically, and neither couldn’t contain a chuckle at the double meaning.
“He knew it was the end with my final dozen shots,” Kylie said, not bothering to contain her open laughter.
“Kylie! That’s not nice to treat your brother like that!” her mother scolded jokingly.
“I’ll make it up to him, Mom!”
“Good. It’s so nice that you get along so well with each other. Well, we’re kind of tired, so we’re going to bed. You can return to your game if you want,” she suggested, wanting them both out of earshot of their bedroom.
“Okay. Happy anniversary!” Kylie offered, with Sean echoing her sentiment. “Tired, my ass!” she whispered to Sean as they walked away, arm in arm, and just barely catching Dad’s hand sliding down from Mom’s waist to her ass as they turned the corner. Their parents weren’t ones to stay up late, but turning in before nine o’clock meant they weren’t going to sleep.
“Kylie, we can pick up where we left off!” Sean suggested eagerly.
“No, I don’t think so,” she replied. “Not with this interruption. I want it to be special with the whole buildup, don’t you?” she asked and got a nod in response. With a hand gently on his face, she added, “But I wouldn’t mind getting another good licking!”
They ran down the stairs just as the first, ‘Oh, John!’ came from their parent’s bedroom.
Entering Sean’s room, they quickly undressed each other, neither surprised the other hadn’t bothered with underwear when they’d had dressed so hastily.
“You’re so pretty, Kylie!” Sean said as he stood behind her and, reaching around, took her tits in hand for the first time. Moaning appreciatively, she felt his cock swelling between her cheeks, and she rocked her hips to encourage further growth.
“Have you ever had a girl sit on your face?” she asked when she turned to face him. His stunned reaction told her all she needed to know. “Good! I’ve wanted to try it, too! Lay in the middle of the bed!”
It took several tries before she was correctly positioned to stuff her pussy in his mouth with a slight squat. Before long, she was rocking and rolling on Sean’s smiling face, feeding him her pussy and smearing his face with a fresh supply of juice. She came quickly the first and second times, even faster when she turned around for their first sixty-nine together. She got her first ‘facial’ when she didn’t get out of the way in time before Sean went off.
They lay together in his bed, talking for a while, not having to fake how tired they were, but they could hear a squeaking bed, some other nondescript noises, and a few muffled words coming from upstairs. In such a small house, getting any real privacy required being alone in the house, so they waited for a long enough silence before kissing each other good night, and Kylie returned to her bedroom.
It was near the end of their term at school, where reviews and exams altered their schedules such that Wednesday was the first time they could be home alone together. They’d have much less than two hours, so it wasn’t ideal, but having waited much longer since their last rendezvous, they accepted it.
They were brimming with excitement that morning, anticipating Kylie getting spanked and fulfilling the desire they hadn’t had to voice but was mutually understood. Just as they were getting ready to leave, their mother returned from work, saying she was sick. They tried to show some sympathy, but their disappointment would be evident to anyone who wasn’t nursing a fever and other maladies.
Their next opportunity was Friday, which would ultimately be better as they’d have the entire afternoon for this much-anticipated event.
Thursday morning, Mom was still feeling under the weather and stayed home. With sincere sympathy this time, they both did what they could to make her feel better, though the threat of having to push back further had them genuinely worried as Monday would be the next chance, more than a week since their last time together. As it was, Friday was a whole week since the last time, when previously they hadn’t had to wait more than a few days before.
“I’m so happy you’re feeling better, Mom! Are you sure you’ll make it through the day?” Kylie asked Friday morning, trying to gauge whether they should chance it or not.
“I think so. I’m feeling back to normal this morning!”
“I’ve got plans this afternoon, but if you need me home to help you, just text me, okay?”
“Thank you, Kylie! You’re very thoughtful,” she replied, making Kylie feel guilty about her real motive for wanting to know if she’d be home early.
Both were glad that their late morning class was mostly review for next week’s exam as their attention was frequently drawn back to their afternoon plans. Sean’s class was quite technical but a subject he knew very well, while Kylie’s creative writing class had her considering writing a story about her exploits with her brother just for fun. She’d call it ‘Unlikely Ally.’
Like the prior week, Sean arrived home earlier than Kylie, but not quite as much as she’d gotten out of class a little early. It didn’t matter, as little preparation was needed. He merely had to undress and don the special underwear Kylie had given him. He only needed her favorite paddle, having been told that was the only one she wanted to feel on her bottom. Lastly, he placed the condoms he’d gotten from the dispenser in the men’s room at school on the desktop in clear view. They agreed he’d leave his door open when he was ready so she could walk right in.
He heard her footsteps upstairs happily much sooner than expected, as he didn’t think he could stand the anticipation much longer. He stood at the end of the bed, paddle in hand, waiting.
While she wasn’t a virgin, she felt like one when she thought of Sean fucking her, so she decided to dress in white. A pair of plain white, but very tight, panties would really be enough but thought a light, white robe would allow for a sexy unveiling. She gathered a stack of emergency clothes and headed downstairs. Sean’s door was open.
She padded in silently on bare feet to see ‘Sir’ standing by the bed, and untying the robe, she let it fall open. She’d never tire of the look on Sean’s face, wordlessly making her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, and to him, she was.
“Hello, Sir,” she said demurely. “Do you like the way I look?” she asked, wanting to maintain a submissive air throughout their illicit joining, including when her brother would ‘take’ her.
“You look more beautiful every time I see you!” he said as he moved to stand inches away, “but today, the word ‘angelic’ comes to mind.”
He leaned in to give her a soft, loving kiss, but when their eyes met after, they both wanted something more. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he brushed the robe off them, letting it fall to the floor, and with an appreciative glance at her bare breasts, grabbed her in both arms and kissed her passionately and repeatedly. The feeling of their chests mashed together was heavenly, and a loving, shared smile followed their romantic kiss.
“We won’t need those,” she said, pointing to the condoms on the desk.
“No?” he asked, worried he’d expected too much.
“No. I’m on the pill,” she replied, noting a distinct look of relief on his face. “I’ve been naughty, sir,” she said softly as she took a step back.
“Have you? I think you know what happens to naughty girls!” he said, trying to hide a smile.
“Yes, and I think I really do need a good spanking! On my bare bottom!” she replied lustfully.
He sat on the end of the bed and pointed to the floor before him. Adopting the meek stance he’d shown her, she folded her arms behind her, one wrist holding the other, and stood between his knees.
“Do you enjoy getting spanked, young lady?” he asked, tracing a fingertip over the wet line between the lips her tight panties defined so well.
“A spanking is supposed to hurt, Sir,” she sighed
“It is, but you like that hurt, don’t you!”
“Yes,” she confessed. She waited for a response that wasn’t coming, so she continued. “Please, Sir! I want to get spanked! Pull my panties down, take me over your knee, and give my hiney a good spanking! Ohh!” she moaned as he waited not a second to grant her first request. With fingers slowly pulling on the elastic till her bottom was bare and palms caressing sumptuous cheeks, he returned to the front to gradually unveil her pretty pussy and leave them banded around her thighs.
“You’re very wet, young lady!” he said as he slipped his middle finger into her slit, cupping her pussy with all his fingers. Seeing her hips move with his hand, he was struck by how comfortable he was doing things like this to her that he never would have dreamed of before.
“I want you to spank me so bad! Please?” she begged sincerely.
Moving to his side, she bent slightly at the waist to encourage him to move on, sighing when she felt his hand on her back guiding her down. His other arm across her chest, with a hand gently holding her breast, he helped her lower herself slowly, gracefully over his knees. She lay her head on her folded arms and turned to smile at him, her silent plea understood.
He started with some playful spanks, lighter than even the first time, as they had a long afternoon available, and he would take full advantage of it. The soft mewing from her pursed lips told of her agreement.
With random patterns and energy, he spanked, caressed, poked, and prodded his sister’s exquisite body. He’d gently rub and squeeze her cheeks with both hands and then suddenly deliver a half dozen firm swats to one cheek. After one such cycle, he ran his fingertips down across the red spot he’d just created and then back, raking his fingernails over the tender spot. Kylie nearly jumped out of her skin.
“Oh, fuck, Sean! Do that again!” she pled, but when he just rubbed his fingers over her bottom. “No, the hard spanks and then your fingernails! Like you’re gonna scratch it!” Her back arched with a drawn-out “Oh God!”
Without being asked, he did it again on the other side with the same reaction. Again, on the first side with nine harder spanks and an ‘Oh Jesus!’ One more time, with a dozen, her body language said she’d had enough.
“What’s it like, Kylie?” he asked with both hands caressing and a kiss on each cheek.
“Wow! It’s like this incredibly intense sensation you can’t take but want even more! I’ve had enough now. I can’t stay in character anymore! It all feels so good! Just spank my hiney like you did before! Ooo, yeah!” she sighed, laying her head back in her arms, just taking it in.
He returned to the varying patterns, though harder and with longer pauses for his fingers to explore. She’d been waiting to feel his finger inside and gasped when three middle fingers, added one at a time, started pumping her pussy.
“I know you want more than my fingers in there, but you haven’t had your paddling yet, young lady!” he said, pulling his fingers out and grasping the paddle lying on the bed beside him.
Without warning, he alternated cheeks for ten hard swats on each as Kylie lifted her hips, wanting more. She still couldn’t believe how hard he could beat her bottom with it, and yet with only a moderately painful and delicious sting. Sean repeated the same pattern twice before he stopped.
Pressing the leather into her dark pink cheeks, he rubbed each side in turn, getting cries of encouragement to continue. He congratulated himself for creating such a great paddle, having had no idea the soft, supple leather would produce this extraordinary result.
“I think you know what comes next,” he said, and she turned to smile at him, biting her lower lip and making motions to stand up.
He nodded and helped her up, this time with hands on her chest and sore bottom. She was already breathing deeply when she stood before him, waiting to bend over for the climactic paddling she’d first given him. She wasn’t expecting him to pull her in between his legs and lean down to first kiss her pussy, and then run his tongue through her sopping slit. Her fingers entwined in his hair, she rocked her hips forward and parted her legs to let him in. She thought she would cum soon when he reached around back and manhandled her sore ass, but moments before it came, he stopped and stood up.
“Bend over, Kylie! You’re gonna love this!”
“Oh, Sean,” she whimpered, feeling like she’d been denied but obediently bent, with her legs apart in preparation for his fingers. “Oh, fuck!” she cried, surprised by him again when he began the soft-side paddling with his fingers in her slit. Picking up where she’d left off, her grunts and groans told of the unexpected orgasm about to come, and moments later, she did. Her body quivered with the euphoric sensations, but only after the third wave did she realize his fingers were still in her slit, about to slip inside.
“Oh my God! Oh my God!” she repeated when the paddle resumed the not-so-tender touch of the leather surface. His fingers pounding into her dripping hole accelerated along with the pace of the paddle while another, even better climax built.
Reading her squirming, writhing body correctly, he knew she would cum again soon, so he pulled his fingers out and concentrated on her clit. High-pitched cries of ecstasy came in a continuous stream, and he flipped the paddle over, keeping up the pace, if not the ferocity, of the swats. Her lips, moving with only an occasional squeak escaping, foretold of the most incredible orgasm to come when she coated his hand with her milky nectar before falling forward onto the bed, unable to stand any longer.
Both surprised and proud of what he’d given her, he remained standing for a few moments to enjoy the sight of her body recovering with twists and shudders gradually diminishing. Laying beside her, he brushed a tangled mess of hair from her face. When she opened her eyes and smiled at him, he kissed her gently.
Feeling like every nerve in her body had fired at once from the combined stimulus of his fingers and the hard side of the paddle, she lay thoroughly excited and exhausted while the remnant waves of pleasure continued. She opened her eyes to see Sean’s smiling face exhibiting his pride and love, furthered by the soft kiss he gave her. She smiled back when their lips parted, but with what energy she had left, she pounced, pushing him onto his back and mashing her lips into his in a kiss, unlike those of brotherly love and gratitude, but like two lovers who wanted much more.
“Oh my God, Sean!” she started when they allowed each other to breathe. “That was … that was … oh fuck, I can’t find the words! Thank you! Thank you so much!” she gasped, and knowing words were not enough, she slid her hand down his body to find his full-size cock.
A sultry smile graced her face, and she licked her lips when her fingers found the naked tip protruding from his underwear, stroking the sensitive underside. On her knees, she moved down while her hand slid inside, her fingers and palm gliding down his considerable length. Pulling her hand out, she grasped the elastic on both sides and, with his hips rising, yanked them down to his ankles, where he shifted his legs to kick them off.
Kneeling between his legs, both hands easily fit wrapped around his girth and slid up and down repeatedly, a simulation of the embrace of a tight pussy.
“This is gonna be me in a little while!” she said to his appreciative moan. “Mmm, and I can’t wait to feel this big, hard cock plunging into my tight, wet pussy! Mmm!” Feeling like her words alone could make him cum, he tightly clenched, trying to hold it back as long as possible. “Ooo! I can just imagine it gliding in and out of me, pumping harder and faster into my needy cunt, until …”
With the phrase, ‘my needy cunt,’ he just couldn’t hold on any longer and spewed his seed high into the air, most of it falling on his belly. Lying with eyes closed, savoring the moment, he wondered what was next, wanting more than ever to bury his face in her crotch.
He didn’t realize one hand hadn’t let go of his dick until he felt her tongue teasing the tip. Her gifted tongue had only gotten better over time, but he thought her efforts were futile, needing time to recover from his first ejaculation. Undaunted, she continued and, a minute or two later, was rewarded with the feel of him enlarging once again. She looked up and smiled at his surprised face before sucking as much of him…
