The following Friday, Cathy had a date and I didn’t. It seemed that every girl I asked had some excuse. I suspected that Cathy had a hand in it, but I had no way of proving it. If she did, then she must have had a reason for it… there must have been some method to her madness. Just in case that was the situation, I talked with the boy Cathy was dating and warned him that if he so much as touched Cathy’s nipples, much less anything worse, I would wipe up the floor with him. If I had to stay home, I wanted Cathy to come home to me the same way she left… horny.
Sure enough, about 10:30 pm, Cathy’s date brought her home. Since I had threatened mayhem, I guess he thought discretion was the better part and brought her home early, before I could consider that any hanky-panky had occurred. When she came in the door, I could feel the thunder-clouds in the air.
“Jimmy, you dirty rat,” Cathy whispered to me, in her best Angie Dickinson voice, “what kind of warnings did you give my date?”
“Who? Me?” I replied, innocence spread completely over my face.
“You know perfectly well who,” she said.
“Well, what did you tell all the girls I might ask for a date tonight?” I counterattacked.
Cathy giggled and said, “I wanted to be sure you’d be home tonight when I got home, just in case, for a change, I needed a helping hand instead of you. You made very sure that I would need lots of help, didn’t you?” I smiled my answer, the truth being evident. Cathy returned my smiled and said, “I guess we’re both dirty rats, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, we’re really something, aren’t we?”
Cathy came right up to me and wrapped both arms around my neck. “I give you a welcome-home hug after your dates. I guess I’ll have to give you one after my dates, too.” She pressed herself to me, and I could feel both her breasts rub against my chest. Her pelvis pushed hard against mine, and I immediately reacted with a hard-on.
I responded by saying, “How about a welcome-home kiss, instead?” Cathy turned her face up to mine and we locked into about the most passionate kiss I’d ever experienced.
I broke the kiss and whispered, “Do you need a helping hand?”
By way of an answer, Cathy took my hand and led me to her room. We closed the door behind us and locked it. Cathy then turned to me and said, “I have in mind getting more than a helping hand from you tonight.” Dropping her hand down to my hard-on, she squeezed it and said, “I want to get a helping cock, tonight.” She took my hand, put it on her crotch, and said, “Right here is where I need your cock. I had planned to get laid tonight, but your arrangements got in the way of that. Since you kept my date from laying me tonight, it looks like you’re going to have to be the one to do it.”
“But you’re a virgin,” I said.
“I was planning not to be one after tonight.”
“God, Cathy, you mean you want me to take your cherry?”
“That’s exactly what I mean,” Cathy said. “We’ve already done everything else together, let’s go ahead and finish the job. Jimmy, I’m so hot. Our playing around with each other has made me want to fuck so bad. Right now, I need to have a cock buried deep in my puss, and I can’t think of one I would rather have than yours. How ’bout it? Will you do this for me?”
“Oh, yes, Cathy, yes! You’ve turned into such a fox that every time we’ve played with each other I’ve had visions of fucking you. I’ve wanted to fuck you in the worst sort of way, but didn’t want to move on you because you’re my sister.”
“Well, being brother and sister hasn’t kept us from enjoying ourselves thus far, and I don’t see any reason for it to stop us now. It’s not like I might get pregnant.” Cathy produced a condom from her purse, and said, “This takes the risk out of it.” She dimpled up and gave me an impish grin. “Besides, this should finally give us a place to collect all your sperm and not make a big mess to clean up.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Just thinking about finally making it with you has made me so hot I feel like I’ll come a whole gallon.”
Cathy kissed me lightly on the lips and said, “Let’s quit thinking about it and start doing it.”
We were out of our clothes and naked in only about a minute. Fully nude, we embraced. My cock nestled between her legs, and she spread her legs apart so that it would rub between her pussy lips. She really was hot… she was soaking wet and her juices covered my cock with their slipperiness. Our mouths locked together, and we kissed sensually, passionately, and long. Our tongues and lips worked at each other similarly to the action that was going on below where we were both working our hips back and forth and around and around. Our hearts were beating faster and both of us were breathing in almost gasps. “Oh, Jimmy, that’s so good! Why haven’t we done this before? Why have we put this off?”
“I don’t know,” I gasped, “but I’m glad we’re not going to put it off any longer.”
“Yeah, me too,” Cathy hoarsely said. “In fact, I can’t put it off one second longer. If you don’t screw me right now I’m going to die. Jimmy, do it right now! Fuck me right now!”
Cathy let go of me and backed up to her bed. When her legs hit the mattress, she laid down on her back, her legs spread apart. I could see where our juices had mingled all along the gaping vulva lips, glistening and running in a flow down into the crack of her ass. Cathy’s body presented to me there, so inviting, so beautiful, was better than anything I had ever encountered on a date. I had been right in holding back and saving myself for her. She was indeed better than any of the other girls.
I opened up the rubber and rolled it down on my cock. Cathy watched the process and said, “Ummm, that looks so good. C’mon, big brother, bring that cock over here to your little sister… she needs it so bad.”
I moved in between Cathy’s widely-spread legs and looked down at the beautiful vision she presented. I recognized that even if she was a female I was lusting after, she was far more than that. She was my little sister, the little sister I loved, the little sister who had so willingly given me a helping hand. I knew that fucking her would be good for me… and I wanted the experience to be even better for her. From that point on, I wanted her to compare this fuck with all the others she would get and think that her best one ever was with me, her loving big brother.
I dropped my hands down to her breasts and stroked the nipples and made little circles around them. Slowly I traced my hand down her front, around her navel, and into her pubic forest. Her whole crotch was wet, soaking from the flow of her pussy juice. The split was gaping open, and the rising head of her clitoris showed itself. Below this was her woman’s holy-of-holies, the opening to her secret, hidden tunnel of sexual delight. I slowly pushed one finger into her hole. Then two. I worked my hand around, twisting my fingers as they reamed Cathy’s pussy. She was working her hips up and down against my hand, pretending it was already my cock buried in her. I delved deeper with my fingers and met an obstruction. I recognized it as her maidenhead and hoped it wouldn’t hurt her much when it went.
Almost as if she could read my mind, Cathy said, “That’s my maidenhead you’re bumping against. I’ve tested it a little and it seems to move real easily. I don’t expect it’ll even bother me.” She was finding these words hard to say because she was beginning to breathe faster and pant now. At the same time, her hips were beginning to move more insistently, seeking something more than fingers to penetrate between them. She reached up and fondled my cock and balls, and then took the head and put it at the wet, hot opening of her hole.
“Do me! Do me, now! Now! Before I come!” She muttered hoarsely.
I took Cathy’s hands and pulled her up on the bed, instead of hanging off it like she was. Now she was completely stretched out, her nude beauty laid out before me. I knelt on the bed between her legs and took a thigh in each hand, spreading them apart. Cathy lifted her knees, giving me better access to her nether region. I grabbed a pillow and put under her ass, and now her pussy was right in front of my cock… all I had to do was simply push forward. But that wasn’t what I wanted. This was my little sister, and I wanted it to be the best possible for her. Gently, lovingly, slowly, lingeringly, lastingly… I wanted it to be good, to be gentle, to be loving, to be remembered by Cathy forever.
Still on my knees, I lodged the head of my cock into Cathy’s steamy hole, putting it in just an inch. She was showing no discomfort thus far from penetration. Very slowly and deliberately, I pushed in another inch and then pulled almost all the way out. I wanted to build up lubrication and gradually open her up, not just plow in and hurt her. She said, “Nooo,” as I pulled out, wanting to maintain the merging of our bodies. I quickly pushed back in and delved an inch deeper than before. Still no obstruction, no pain showing on Cathy’s face. “Ummm, yes,” she moaned, relieved to be once more filled.
I worked my cock in and out of her, just going in the several inches thus far gained, and then back out. She pushed back at me each time I thrust forward, eager to rejoin our connection. I pushed in a little more, and there it was, a constriction, a tightening of the tunnel, the narrow neck presented by her maidenhead. I pushed my cock gently against the obstruction and, just as she had described it, it gave a little, just like it was made of rubber. Still, though, she didn’t show any sign of being in pain. “Cathy, is it hurting any?” I asked.
“No, not really hurting. Just feels really full, all stretched. Keep going, don’t let up. Even if it does hurt a little, it’ll soon stop and I’ll be able to enjoy it then.” To add emphasis, she pushed her hips hard at me, humping up so that the head went completely into the tight little ring. She frowned a little at the penetration, and I stopped pushing, not wanted to hurt her if I could keep from it.
“Damn it, Jimmy!” Cathy hissed, “I asked you to keep going. Let me worry about hurting.”
I drove my cock all the rest of the way in one final plunge. The final three inches entered her tunnel and I could feel the tight little ring around my cock loosen and the restriction go away. Cathy closed her eyes and whispered, “Now, hold still for just a minute. It hurt a little when it broke, but now the pain is beginning to ease up.” She opened her eyes and looked up at with a timorous smile. “Just stay there for a second and let your big old cock soak in my pussy. You won’t mind that, will you?”
I was filled with a vast feeling of tenderness for Cathy. My sweet little sister, and now here she was under me, my cock buried in her just-opened pussy. I lowered my face to hers and kissed her very softly and tenderly. “Sis, you are the most beautiful, sexiest girl in the world. You are simply the greatest and the best.”
She kissed me back, just as tenderly, and whispered, “I’m glad you threatened my date tonight so that it worked out this way. This feels so right.” She moved her hips under me in an up and down movement and with a wide grin said, “And it feels so good, too. It’s completely quit hurting now. It just feels great. Now, do it to me, Jimmy. Fuck me the way I need to be fucked.”
I grabbed her ass and drew her hips up to meet mine and thrust my stabbing cock into her hot slick hole. She shook her hips and shimmied them in little vibratory movements. I drew my cock all the way out and stabbed into her again, plunging full length into her tight-fitting hole of delight. The tempo of our fuck increased and its rhythm speeded up to match pace. I was now entering her swiftly and easily, without any resistance, her hole well lubricated with her flowing juices. Her tunnel was like a silken glove, smooth, slippery, pliant. She opened her eyes briefly, looking up at me and said, “Yeah, Jimmy, that’s the way. Oh, God, is that the way.”
Cathy lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. She was getting rapturously involved in the fuck, enjoying every movement, every stroke, every bit of moisture flowing from the center of our very sexes. The sheer voluptuousness of Cathy’s smooth inner-thigh leg skin against the bare skin of my waist drove me to an even higher response of passion. Her feet were locked around my ass and every now and then one of them would brush lightly across my balls or asshole and send ever greater waves of pleasure through me.
Every time my cock plunged into the depths of Cathy’s cunt, the friction set off sparks of pleasure. The more and harder we thrust our organs against the other’s, the more the little sparks grew to become a thunderbolt, a dynamite blast, of pleasure. Cathy groaned, and whispered, “Yes, do it hard. It doesn’t hurt anymore and it feels best to do it hard. Ram your cock all the way in. Fuck my ass off, Jimmy.”
I had never heard Cathy talk like that before. Pure passion, I thought, the joy of fucking is loosening up her tongue. She started clutching at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and then her body itself was pleading to be fucked harder and faster. We were practically throwing our pelvises at each other, grinding and thrusting, my cock moving all the way in and then all the way out. The friction of it was beyond belief. I had never had such a fuck in my life. God, I thought, what a woman! My little sister, what a fuck!
Our orgasms were coming on fast, hard and simultaneously. Cathy pulled my mouth down to hers and kissed me. Yes, I remembered, she did like to be kissed when she came. I thrust my tongue in her mouth, increasing our rapture. Cathy’s legs gripped my waist hard, tightening down as hard as she could go. Her hips were almost a blur, she was jerking them against me so hard and fast. She shuddered and gasped, and then held herself against me hard, not moving. The muscles in her pussy squeezed down hard on my cock, and I could feel every spasm she experienced. I pulled out and pushed in one more time, slowly. Just as I reached bottom, the explosion came. Sperm shot out my cock, jet after jet, shot after shot. It wasn’t a gallon, no, but it was enough to do a good job of filling the whole end of the condom.
Gradually, she relaxed her hold on me, unwrapping her arms from my neck and letting her legs loosen up around my waist. She broke the kiss and whispered, “God, Jimmy, I’m just barely able to hold in a shout. That was beautiful. That was sooo goooood. Why did we wait so long to do this? Can we do it again? Right now?”
Laughing, I whispered, “Hold it. One question at a time. I don’t know why we waited, but I’m glad it finally happened. Can we do it again? Just try to keep me away. Can we do it again right now? No, but give me about thirty minutes and I’ll be all set to go again.”
“Good,” she whispered. “I’m glad we can sleep late in the morning, because I bought a six-pack of condoms.”