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By PuddPounder
Guy discovers sweet sex with his sister after coming home from the military.
The door to the old, creaking house swung open with a groan that echoed through the empty hallways. The scent of vanilla candles and freshly baked cookies wafted towards me, a stark contrast to the sterility of the barracks I had left behind.
“Cristie!” I called out, dropping my duffle bag at the foot of the stairs. “Where are you?”
Her laughter tinkled from the living room, followed by the sound of bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor. She appeared, her natural, curly bob light brown hair bouncing around her face as she ran to me. She threw her arms around my neck and squeezed tightly. “Gary!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You’re home!”
Her embrace was warm, familiar, and yet, something felt different. She had a certain maturity in her gaze that hadn’t been there when I’d left. I held her at arm’s length, taking in her slender figure and the way she had filled out in all the right places.
“You’ve changed,” I said, unable to hide the surprise in my voice.
Her cheeks flushed a shade of pink that was almost imperceptible. “You think?” she said with a smirk. “College has been… enlightening.”
The air grew thick with a tension that neither of us could quite name as we stepped away from each other, our eyes lingering. “Your room,” I said finally, gesturing towards the hallway. “Let’s talk.”
The moment the door to her bedroom clicked shut, the scent of her perfume enveloped me. It was a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla, the same scent she had worn the day I left. I inhaled deeply, feeling a rush of nostalgia mixed with something more primal.
“What’s this?” I asked, picking up a small, unassuming pack of birth control pills from her dresser.
Her eyes widened, and she stepped closer to me, her breasts brushing against my arm. “It’s… it’s for me,” she stuttered.
“You’re seeing someone?” I probed, my voice gruff.
Her blush deepened. “No, I’m not,” she whispered. “But I’ve been… thinking about it.”
My hand tightened around the pack of pills. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
Her gaze dropped to the floor. “There isn’t one,” she murmured. “I just… I want to be ready when the time comes.”
A sudden understanding hit me like a sledgehammer. “You want to fuck, don’t you?”
Her eyes snapped to mine, and she nodded, biting her lower lip. “I’ve always wanted to… with you.”
The confession hung in the air between us, charged with a desire that had been festering since we were teenagers sharing a bedroom. She stepped closer, her breath hot against my neck, and I felt the blood rush to my cock. “Is that what these are for?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Her nod was imperceptible, but the heat in her eyes was unmistakable. “Take me, Gary,” she breathed. “Make me feel alive again.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I pulled her into my arms and crushed my lips to hers, our tongues dancing together in a silent symphony of desire.
Her body melded to mine as we kissed, and I felt her hand sneak down to grip my hardening cock. I groaned into her mouth, pulling away just long enough to strip off my clothes.
Her eyes widened as she took in my naked form, and she licked her lips hungrily. “Your turn,” I murmured, pushing her gently onto the bed.
Her legs fell open, revealing the dark patch of hair that matched the color of her eyes. I leaned in, my breath hot on her skin, and took in the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
With a gentle touch, I began to explore her with my tongue, starting at the base of her toes and making my way up to her soles. Her breath hitched as I kissed and sucked each digit, savoring the taste of her.
Her moans grew louder as I worked my way up her legs, my tongue tracing the sensitive skin along her arches and the sweet taste of her excitement coating my mouth. I took her left foot in my hand, bringing it closer to my face as I focused my attention on her toes. Each one was perfect, a little pinker than the rest, and I couldn’t resist the urge to suck and nibble on them.
Cristie squirmed beneath me, her legs trembling as I gave each toe the attention it deserved. She giggled when I sucked on the big toe, and I looked up to see her biting her lip, her eyes hooded with lust. “Oh, God, yes,” she murmured, her hand reaching down to stroke my hair.
The sight of her enjoying the sensation spurred me on, and I moved to her right foot, repeating the process. She was already close, her body taut with anticipation. I could feel the tension in her as I licked and sucked each toe, my cock throbbing against her calf.
When I reached her middle toe, she gasped, and I knew I had found a particularly sensitive spot. I took my time, teasing her with my mouth and tongue, feeling the muscles in her thigh tighten. Her hand tightened in my hair, urging me on. “Yes,” she hissed. “Right there.”
Her legs fell apart even further, and I knew she was close. With one last, lingering suck on her toe, I moved up her body, kissing and licking along the way. Her skin was salty with sweat and sweet with need.
My tongue reached her pussy, and she jerked in surprise. “Fuck, yes,” she whispered, her hand now tangled in my hair, urging me closer. I didn’t waste any time, diving into the warm, wet heat of her sex, my tongue exploring every fold and crevice.
Her hips rocked against me as I licked and sucked her clit, feeling it swell and harden beneath my touch. I slid two fingers into her, feeling the tightness that only grew more intense as she approached climax.
Her cries grew louder, and her body began to spasm. I could feel the tension coiling inside her, and I knew she was about to come. “Yes, yes,” I murmured against her, the vibrations of my voice adding to her pleasure.
Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she screamed my name. I didn’t stop, continuing to lick and suck until she collapsed back onto the bed, panting.
“Now,” she gasped, her hand reaching for my cock. “Now it’s your turn.”
I positioned myself over her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. Her pussy was slick with her juices, and as I slid into her, she gripped my shoulders tightly.
Our eyes locked, and the connection was palpable as we moved together in a rhythm that felt like it had been waiting for this moment for years. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Her nails dug into my back as she met me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to meet mine. Our breath mingled, and our bodies were slick with sweat, moving in a dance as old as time itself.
Finally, I could hold on no longer. “Cristie,” I groaned, my hips pistoning into her as I released my load deep inside her. She clenched around me, her own orgasm following close behind, and we rode the waves of pleasure together, lost in the moment.
As we lay there, our hearts pounding and our breathing ragged, the reality of what had just transpired began to sink in. But for now, all that mattered was the intense connection we shared and the promise of many more nights like this to come.
We lay in silence for a few moments, then she spoke up. “Gary, I want this to be our secret,” she whispered. “Just between us.”
I nodded, kissing her gently. “Of course,” I assured her. “Whatever makes you happy.”
And with that, we curled up together, our bodies still entwined, and drifted into a blissful sleep. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow across the room, highlighting the beads of sweat on our skin and the smell of our passion lingered in the air. It wasn’t until the sun had begun to set that we stirred from our post-coital nap, the sudden realization of what we had done jolting us both awake.
We looked at each other, a mix of fear and excitement in our eyes. The silence was deafening until she spoke. “What now?”
I took a deep breath, “Now,” I said, stroking her hair, “now we explore every part of this.”
Her eyes searched mine, looking for reassurance, and I gave it to her with a kiss that was as tender as it was hungry. We were going to do this, and we were going to do it right.
The next day, we pretended that everything was normal, going through the motions of our lives as if the earth hadn’t shifted beneath us. But every glance, every brush of skin against skin, was charged with an electricity that could not be denied.
That evening, as our parents were out at a dinner party, we found ourselves in her room again. This time, there were no words. I simply pulled her onto the bed and began to kiss her, my hands roaming her body with a newfound confidence.
Her skin was like silk under my touch, and as I kissed my way down her body, I couldn’t resist the urge to taste her again. I found myself worshiping at the altar of her sex, my tongue tracing every line and curve with the same reverence I had for her toes the night before. She moaned and writhed, her body arching off the bed as I brought her to climax once more.
But tonight, I had a different craving. I looked up at her, my eyes dark with desire. “I want to taste you everywhere,” I whispered, and she nodded eagerly.
I started with her neck, kissing and nibbling along the sensitive skin there, then moved to her breasts, suckling each nipple until they were hard and pebbled. She gasped and her back arched, her hands in my hair as I kissed my way down her stomach to the apex of her thighs.
Her pussy was already wet and waiting for me, and I took my time, licking and sucking until she was begging for release. But I had other plans. I slid my tongue down further, to the tight, puckered hole that beckoned me. She gasped as I circled it, then slid inside, her body shivering with pleasure.
I had never done this before, but something told me it was what she needed. And as she came apart around me, I knew that we were going to push every boundary we had ever known, together.
The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of stolen moments and secret touches. We discovered each other’s bodies in every possible way, each encounter more intense than the last. The scent of her arousal was like a drug, and I found myself addicted to the way she tasted and felt.
We experimented with toys and new positions, each one taking us to new heights of pleasure. And through it all, we remained bound by our secret, our love growing stronger with every shared orgasm.
But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the tension grew. The fear of getting caught was a constant presence, a thrill that added to our desire but also a weight that threatened to crush us. We knew we couldn’t keep this up forever, but for now, we were content to live in the moment, to revel in the taboo love that had consumed us both.
And as we lay together, her legs thrown over mine, her head resting on my chest, listening to the steady beat of my heart, I knew that nothing would ever feel as right as this did. This was our secret garden, and we were going to tend to it with all the passion and love we had within us.
Days turned into weeks, and our secret grew heavier. We were careful not to let it slip, not even in the most intimate of moments. But the tension was a thrill that only added to the fire that burned between us. We found ourselves stealing glances across the dinner table, our eyes filled with lust and the promise of what was to come.
One evening, as the house was quiet and still, we decided to push our boundaries even further. We had been playing a game of truth or dare, a childhood favorite that had taken on a very adult twist. She dared me to suck her toes while she rode me, and the look on her face as she watched me take her foot in my mouth was pure ecstasy.
Her moans grew louder as I licked and sucked each toe, my cock deep inside her tight, wet pussy. The sensation of her toes sliding in and out of my mouth as she rode me was indescribable, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.
As she reached down to cup my balls, her eyes never leaving mine, I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. With a final, desperate suck on her big toe, I came, my cum spurting into her, filling her up. She collapsed onto me, her body quivering with pleasure, and we lay there, panting and sweaty, the scent of our love thick in the air.
But amidst the passion, there was always the fear. The fear of what would happen if our parents found out, if our friends knew, if the world discovered what we had become. It was a thrill that we both reveled in, but it was also a burden that weighed on us.
One night, as we lay in the aftermath of our love-making, she turned to me, her eyes serious. “What if someone finds out?” she whispered.
I stroked her hair, feeling the tension coil in my stomach. “We’ll deal with it,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “We have each other, and that’s all that matters.”
But even as the words left my lips, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our secret was a ticking time bomb, waiting to go off and shatter the lives we had built around it. And yet, the thought of giving this up was more terrifying than the prospect of being caught.
We decided to be more careful, more cautious. We agreed to keep our love a secret, to protect it at all costs. But the hunger between us was insatiable, and we found ourselves slipping up more often than we’d like to admit.
The day came when our parents returned home early from their trip, and we had to scramble to hide the evidence of our tryst. We barely had time to pull on our clothes and straighten the bed before they walked in, but we managed it.
Our hearts pounded in our chests, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we sat at the dinner table, pretending that nothing was amiss. But the way her eyes kept darting to me, the way her hand trembled as she passed the salt, told me she was just as scared as I was.
The nights grew longer and the days more strained, but the love we shared in the shadows only grew stronger. And as we lay in bed together, her legs wrapped around mine, I whispered the truth that we both knew. “This is who we are, Cristie. And no one can take this away from us.”
Her eyes searched mine, and she nodded, a single tear sliding down her cheek. “I know,” she said, her voice trembling. “I just don’t know if I can handle the lie anymore.”
We held each other tightly, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one. The future was uncertain, but for now, we had each other, and that was all that mattered. We were two lovers bound by blood and passion, navigating the treacherous waters of our own taboo desires.
And as the night grew darker, the line between love and lust grew thinner, until it was nothing more than a whisper in the wind.
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