My Collection of Stories

[jay]

Update-39


"Um, ladies, shouldn't we take the exit back here and head around to the theater? The movie is going to start soon, right? Don't we still need to buy tickets?"
"We already have tickets," Natalia assured.
"And the movie doesn't start till nine," Alyson added. "We have over two hours to kill, so let's do some shopping."
"What happened to 'we don't want to miss the previews' and 'let's get good seats?' You all made it sound like the movie started in five minutes."
"Well, we're still in a hurry," Lillian said. "The faster we shop, the faster we finish. Take too long and we'll miss the previews and get bad seats."
I could see how the girls had influenced Ashley's whimsical humor. "I guess we can't go wrong with that logic."
"Exactly," my sister said, hugging my right arm. "Try to have some fun. We know how to have a good time."
The night had only just begun, I realized, as we strolled down the rows of clothing stores. The five of us were arm in arm, with Ashley walking in strides to my right and Natalia to hers. Directly to my left was Alyson and beside her was Lillian. The girls formed a chain of feminine beauty with me smack-dab in the middle. It was a sight to behold, and for a moment I wished I was one of the prepubescent teenagers ogling us, just so I could have seen what we looked like.
"I'm such a lucky bastard," I mused. Guys would have killed to be in my shoes. There I was strutting through the mall with not one, not two, but four stunning women. Granted I was there by chance on a fictitious date, but phony or not the scenario blew me away.
It was as though every pair of eyes in the entire mall were dead-set on our little group. Ashley and her friends were, like with the people in the restaurant, completely unaware of the gazes. I couldn't figure out how the girls managed to ignore them. Maybe they were so used to being gawked at that they had developed an immunity to prying eyes. Or maybe they sensed those eyes weren't on them; instead, they were on me, wondering how much I had to pay the girls just to be seen with them.
"Oooh, let's go in there," Alyson excitedly suggested, pointing at a beach clothing store. "They have really cute swimwear and tees. We so need to hit the beach before the summer is over."
Did someone say swimwear?
Upon entering the store, the girls quickly dispersed into the clothing aisles. I aimlessly wandered around with my hands in my pockets and no particular destination in mind. The store wasn't a place I'd normally go into on my own. Everything was bright and colorful, with surfboards and skateboards decorating every wall and sunglasses and beanies adorning every mannequin. It was like an alien planet compared to the darker stores I preferred.
I was trying on some caps near the back when I heard the loud laughter of my four jovial dates. Curious as to what the girls were up to, I tossed the cap back onto the shelf and scoured the aisles in search of them. I sought to no avail and was about to return to the headgear when I heard a voice yell out my name.
"Brian! Hey Bry, come over here!"
Turning around I caught a glimpse of Ashley's head sticking out from the entrance to the changing rooms. I curiously approached her and went behind the corner of the dressing room hallway to see what she was so peppy about. What awaited me would be an image forever burned into my skull.
Ashley, Natalia, Alyson, and Lillian were dressed in matching styled bikinis, the colors the same as their purses. Their bottoms were the string bikinis that tied on the sides, and their triangular tops had a thin string that looped behind their necks. None of the girls were particularly busty, and the pieces of fabric covered a fair amount of skin--at least where it mattered--but what they may have lacked a raw sexuality was made up with charming faces and slim figures. Natalia in light blue, with her arms crossed over her chest, reminded me of sugar and spice and everything nice; Aly in white, trying to uncross Natalia's arms, appeared to have jumped off the cover of a swimsuit magazine; Lilly in lime green, posing in front of a mirror, exuded an aura of confidence and grace; and then there was Ashley, hands on her hips, looking smoking hot in red. Call it bias but she was the exception in that she really did look sexy as hell. I desperately wanted to pull her into one of the changing rooms and rip that bikini off of her.
Instead, I sat down on a short bench and meekly said, "Hi."
"So, what do you think about these?" my sister asked. "You like?"
"Like" was an understatement. "Yeah, a lot. You all look fantastic."
She turned to the others. "See, I told you he would like them."
"I bet he'd like anything we put on," Lilly remarked. "I still think these are too big." She turned her back to us and stretched out the fabric of her bikini bottom until it covered most of her tanned butt cheeks.
"Are you kidding me?" Natalia whined. "I think these are too small."
Alyson went behind her and tried prying her arms apart again. "Natty, you should stop hiding. You know you have a killer body."
I watched Aly's boobs, the largest of the girls, press against Natalia's back as they wrestled on their feet. Though Aly wasn't attempting too hard to pry her friend's arms apart, I began to feel sorry for the smaller Natalia. As much as I enjoyed seeing two beautiful girls so close together, I knew how uncomfortable it was to do something you didn't want to do. But before I, or any of the other two ladies could stop her, Alyson said, "Look, even Bry is checking you out right now."
"What?" Natalia yelped, her face turning scarlet red. She quickly covered her cheeks in her hands, but by doing so she also uncrossed her arms. Realizing she was inadvertently exposing herself to me, she spun around and ran to the one of the changing stalls.
"Aly, why did you have do something like that," Lilly scolded. "You better go in there right now and apologize to her."
Concern was apparent on Alyson's face, and without making any sort of protest, she and Lillian both went into Natalia's stall.
I was alone with my sister. "Wow, that was interesting."
"Don't worry about them, Bry. Even though Aly loves to embarrass Nat like that, they're the closest friends you'll ever meet. They've been living next door to each other their whole lives."
"Should I apologize to Natalia?"
Ashley strutted to me and sat on my left knee. "Why? Because you really were checking her out? I'm sure she doesn't mind." She sensed I was staring at her bikini-clad boobs--which I was--and arched her back, jutting her chest out.
Subconsciously, I wrapped my arm around her waist and settled my hands onto her bare thighs, caressing the creamy flesh. "How can you be so sure of that?"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Should I be apologizing to you for checking her out?"
Ashley giggled. "No, you don't have to do that. I should be apologizing to you."
"What for? You haven't done anything wrong. Well, not counting the little lie you told to get me to come here."
"I told you I wanted you to pick out a bikini for me, remember? I swear I didn't mean to break my promise."
"Sis, I remember you saying that, but you never made it a promise. Don't worry about it. It's not like I'm disappointed or anything. Besides, I like the bikini you're wearing right now."
"Really? I kind of agree with Lilly, though. I think these are too big." Ashley stood up with her impressive butt two feet from my face. "I want the backside to be smaller, like this." She pinched the edges of her bikini bottom into her butt crack, turning a modestly-sized bikini into a devilishly sexy thong. She bent at the waist. "Doesn't this look better?"
"M-much better," I stuttered. The outer rim of her anus was nearly visible and her pussy lips were almost split in two by the bikini.
Like magnets my hands were drawn to her marvelous round buns. Her skin was impeccably smooth and there was more than enough ass for me to latch onto. But before I could grab two luscious handfuls, I heard the other girls talking as their changing room door opened. Ashley took a step forward just out of my reach. She hooked the edges of her bikini bottom and stretched them over her butt as she joined her friends.
I dropped my head in dejection, painfully aware of my hard-on. It was given no time to shrink, however, as the foursome made their way to me. I crossed my legs to conceal myself the best I could.
Still blushing, but not covering herself anymore, Natalia asked, "You really think this looks good on us?"
I think I started to blush, too. "Yeah, I meant it the first time I said it and I still do. You look very cute."
"Only she looks cute?" Lillian asked. "What about the rest-"
"You all look cute," I promptly corrected. I really had to be careful with what I say around these girls.
"Even me, brother?" Ashley timidly asked.
She must have enjoyed watching me sweat in front of her friends. "Yeah, sis, even you."
"He may your brother," Aly started to say, approaching my sibling, "but I'm sure even he can't say no to an ass like yours." She raised a hand, open-palmed, and swung it at my sister's butt cheek. There was a loud slap as their skin made contact.
Ashley dropped her mouth and glared at her attacker. "You did not just do that."
As if a pistol was shot off in the distance, Alyson made a mad dash to her changing room with Ashley chasing behind. I couldn't help but notice the pink finger marks on my sister's butt as it bounced down the corridor.
Lillian, acting as if this was a normal occurrence, laughed it off and made her way to her own stall. Natalia, left alone with me, softly asked, "Can you wait outside the store for us?"
I lifted my jaw off the ground and heeded her request. First I had to hide in one of the aisles until my erection disappeared. When it finally did, and after waiting another ten minutes in front of the store, the girls emerged shoulder to shoulder with shopping bags in hand.
"Sorry for making you wait," Ashley said.
"No problem. I'm just happy to see you ladies getting along. Where to next?"
"To that," Lillian pointed ahead of us.
"That thing? All of us?"
"It'll be fun. Don't tell me you're afraid of heights."
"What if I am?"
"Then you'll just have to suck it up."
* * *
"Girls, I'm seriously not sure if I can do this."
"It's too late to back out now," Lillian said. "You're already strapped up."
"It'll be okay," Ashley assured from my left. "This thing is perfectly safe. I think."
"I can't believe you're going along with this, sis."
"Why wouldn't I? I think it looks fun."
"Since when did you think it was fun to climb walls two stories tall?"
"There has to be a first time for everything."
"How come Alyson doesn't have to rock-climb with us?"
"Because I'm wearing heels, a skirt, and someone needs to watch these bags," she shouted behind us.
"Careful what you say around her," Ashley giggled. "Just climb as high as you can. We won't think of you as any less of man if you can't make it to the top."
"Right... that's exactly what I'm worried about." I stared up at the mountainous behemoth in front of me.
In the middle of the mall was an extreme rock-climbing exhibit. Lillian, believing we needed to burn some calories from our mile-high fudge cake, decided it would be excellent idea to scale a mile-high mountain. It was about two stories tall, but because the ceiling level was much higher in a mall than that of a regular house, it was actually more like three.
"Wish me luck," Natalia said to my right, stepping onto the first rubber ledge.
"Good luck," my sister told her. "Are you ready, Tiger?"
"Might as well get this over with." Ensuring my harness was sturdy by pulling on it for the one hundredth time, I stepped onto the first ledge and pushed myself up.
Ashley did the same beside me. Simultaneously we advanced one terrifying foot at a time. When we reached the one-third mark, she and I had caught up to Natalia. Lillian, amazingly, was already sitting at the peak of the mountain, encouraging us to keep going while enjoying the view of the entire mall. By the halfway point, I was beginning to feel really good about my chances of making it to the top. Sure, I was scared shitless for being so high off the ground, but with my sister supporting me every step of the way, the height didn't seem so intimidating anymore.
Ashley, Natalia, and I rung the bell at the peak together to signal our triumphant conquest over the mountain. We were supposed to head back down after ringing the bell, but the girls decided to climb over the top to Lillian. I pulled myself up and sat with them.
"Nice of you three to finally join me," Lilly joshed. "I was beginning to think you softies didn't have what it takes, but you all proved me wrong. Especially you, Mr. I'm-afraid-of-heights." She gave me a hearty pat on the back that almost knocked me over the edge.
"Oh jeez, don't do that." I scooted backwards to safer ground. Ashley and Natalia giggled and scooted with me.
"Careful there, don't want to get your harness caught on the pulley. We really shouldn't be up here but it looks like the two guys running this thing have their hands full." Lillian lay flat on her back, hands behind her head. "You and Ash should join me on my weekday exercises. I can use a few souls to talk to for my morning jogs."
"That sounds awesome. I'd love to join you," my sister said. "A good workout every now and then would be an awesome way to start the day."
"How about you, Brian? Up for five mile jogs at seven in the mornings?"
Five miles? At seven? "Um, I'll have to pass. I'm not much of an early bird."
"Aw, that's a shame. I can start the jogs a little later if you want. It's summer so we can't start too late or else it gets really hot."
"I'm not much of a runner either, actually."
"How 'bout biking? We can do that instead."
"Oooh, I loved riding," Ashley chirped. "I used to ride everyday when I was in elementary school. I'd hop on my two-wheeler right after class and zoom around the neighborhood until the sun sets. My old friends and I even had a Hello Kitty biker gang going on."
Lillian sat up. "So why don't you bike anymore?"
"Well, one day in fourth grade, I sort of got into accident on the way home from school. I was going full speed down a hill on a dare when a car pulled out of a driveway and blocked the sidewalk I was on. I managed to swerve away from it but I ended up crashing into a tree instead. Long story short, I came home from the hospital the next week with a leg cast and a trashed up bike in my garage. My parents forbade me from riding and I haven't done it since."
Natalia joined the conversation. "How come you never told us this before?"
"Didn't seem too important, I guess. It's been almost ten years since then."
Eight years to be exact.
I remembered the accident far too well for my own liking. I was the one who had to carry my sister from the ugly wreckage while the other kids rode off to find help. I was the one who had to assure my sister she would be okay, that this wasn't her fault, that mom and dad wouldn't be angry with her for not wearing her helmet. The driver who had almost hit my sister didn't stop his car, didn't even realize that in front of his yard was a ten year-old girl crying her eyes red, bleeding on his grass until the shades of green were a grueling crimson.
I was at her bedside for almost the entire first day at the hospital. There was that short recess where I had to rinse away the metallic taste of her blood from when I kissed her wounds. She begged me that afternoon to kiss her booboo better, as if my care would magically heal the deep gash on her right leg. I told her things didn't work that way, that when she had kissed my paper cuts and splinters she had provided only a temporary remedy. But that was what she wanted from me, and as gross as it was for a twelve year-old boy to kiss his little sister's wounds, that was what I did until our parents finally arrived.
It was the scariest day of my life, and it wasn't even me who was involved in the accident. I had been riding with my own friends on the other side of the street when I saw Ashley's pink bicycle careening out of control. I watched her tiny body catapult from the impact, heard her screaming in pain. In the seconds it took me to cross the street, a whirlwind of fears had seized my body. My legs couldn't stop pedaling and my hands couldn't grip my bicycle brake. I hit the curb and collapsed onto my knees at her side. The pain I felt in my shins was nothing compared to what she must have felt throughout her whole body.
Before her eyes opened, my sister was already calling out for someone. She called not for our nurturing mother or our heroic father, but for me, her older brother. I was glad my friends had rode off to get help, or else they would have seen the tears running down my cheeks. More than anything I was crying for her safety, wishing there was some way I could have taken her place and endured the suffering for her. It was foolish to have been scared of something as paltry as the meager mountain I now sat atop of when my true fear would always be that of losing my cherished sister.
"Brother, are you okay? You're pale all of a sudden."
I stared at the girl who had recovered so remarkably from her injuries. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just remembering something from my own childhood days."
Lillian, oblivious to the horrid details of her friend's accident, zealously went about her proposal. "Ever since my brothers moved out of the house, our garage has been storing a couple of extra bikes. You can use one of theirs if you want to bike instead of jog. There's a trail behind Riverdale Park we can ride on."
"No, I can't do that," Ashley solemnly said, "I'll just jog with you instead. I've probably forgotten how to ride a bike by now anyway."
"Suit yourself, Ashy. If you ever change your mind, let me know. I'll dust them off for you and-" A ringtone of Guillaume Tell cut the brunette off. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and checked the caller. "Oh my gosh, it's Aly. She's probably pissed at us for staying up here for so long. This ought to be good for a few laughs." She flipped the phone open and put it on speaker.
The next thirty seconds were a flurry of heated shouts. Alyson spat about how rude it was to keep her waiting while she had to withstand the "dozens of lame pick-up lines from perverted jerk wads." The three girls with me were all holding their sides in laughter by the time she angrily hung up. Lillian, wiping the tears from her eyes, decided it would be a good time for us to head back down. She and Natalia went first.
I was about to follow when Ashley grabbed my hand and told me to wait.
"What's up, sis?" Wordlessly she cupped my chin and led me to her lips for a quick smooch. "Mmm, what was that for?"
"It's a small bonus for making it up here. My friends are very impressed."
"How can you tell?"
"I just know," she smiled. "C'mon, Tiger, let's get down from here. I think I'm starting to get light headed from being this high."
Ashley and I hopped down a few steps when I suddenly heard her squeal above me. "Oh damn it! I lost my footing and one of my sandals fell off."
I glanced at the ground as her leather sandal cratered on the mattress below us. "Do you think you can still make it down like that?"
"I-I don't know. It feels kind of weird being barefoot. Crap, this sucks. I'm wearing shoes every day from now on."
I climbed up a few steps to her. "Try getting on my back and I'll carry you down."
"What? Is that safe?"
"I think so. It's not like we're really rock-climbing. Plus it's a heck of a lot easier climbing down than up."
"It's even easier to fall the rest of the way down."
I held my hand out to her. "It'll be fine, I won't let you get hurt. On the off-chance we fall, I'll make sure you land on me first."
She took my hand and sidled closer to me. "Okay, if you say so. No point in having a protective older brother if he won't substitute as an airbag."
Pressing myself flat against the wall, I waited for her to circle her arms and legs around me. "Got a good grip?"
"Yeah, I think so."
I held my harness in my right hand and her firm butt cheek in my left. "I got a good grip too, babe. Don't let go of me. This might be a bumpy ride." I kicked off and descended a few feet before being pulled back to the wall.
Though I could have made it to the bottom in less than ten leaps, I purposely made smaller ones to prolong the feeling of my sister hugging me for dear life. She was my Mary Jane and I was her Spider-Man. She whimpered into my ear and squeezed tight every time I pushed off, and when the harness pulled us to the wall, her soft breasts would mash into my back.
Rock-climbing was something I needed to do more often.
When we were finally safe on the ground, I heard the other three girls behind us yelling, "Say cheese." I turned around with Ashley still on me and saw each of them pointing their phones at us.
"Aww, what a cute couple," Aly bantered. "These pics are a keeper."
Lillian held up Ashley's fallen sandal. "Hey Cinderella, don't forget this."
My sister hopped off me and stuck her tongue out at the trio. "Very funny, ladies."
While I finished undoing the latches to my harness, I noticed Ashley fumbling with hers. I approached her from behind to assist with it.
The harness had three main straps: a belt that went around the waist and two more that tied around each thigh. Ashley had no trouble with the belt, but the latch for the thigh straps were behind the legs. Normally the people running the attraction should have been on hand to help with this stuff, but with three sides of the mountain to scale and four paying customers on each side, the two workers had their work cut out for them.
"Are you having fun so far?" Ashley whispered to me.
I placed my hands on her left thigh and took my time undoing the strap. "This evening is turning out to be a lot better than I expected. Thanks for inviting me. I hope I'm not spoiling any traditions you and your friends might have when you go out together."
"You're not. The girls and I really want you to hang out with us."
I undid the first strap and moved to the other. Again I took my time, but also allowed my hands roam her thighs and cop a feel of her buttocks. "Why would your friends want me to tag along?"
"They're comfortable around you."
"What do you mean by that?"
"They're the ones I told you about who thought we'd make a cute couple until I told them who you really were. They're the ones who thought I was lucky to have a brother like you."
I pulled the last strap apart. "So they're comfortable with me because you are?"
"You can say it's something that. Come on, let's get going. I can go for a drink right about now." Ashley gave me a small peck on the cheek, and then walked past while shouting, "Hey Lilly, give me back my sandal."


To Be Cont..............

[jay]

Ashley.....

Update-40


Some ten minutes after our successful rock-climbing session, we found ourselves sitting on a pair of wooden benches near a dolphin statue fountain. The girls sat together on one bench; I sat with four shopping bags on the second. The benches' backrests were against each other but faced opposite directions.
"How much more time do we have until the movie starts?" I asked over my left shoulder.
Ashley replied, "We have an hour left."
Lillian spoke over my other shoulder. "Don't tell me you're in a hurry to get the date over with. Aren't you having fun with us?"
"I'm having a ton of fun," and I really meant it, "but I figured instead of sitting down and drinking smoothies, you'd all want to go to another store or something."
"Is there anywhere in particular you want to go?" she asked.
"No, not really. I guess I can sit around for a while longer." Taking a sip of my protein-packed health drink, I stretched my legs out and reveled in the company of four exquisite women.
"Hey Bry," I heard my sister beckon, "come with me."
I turned my head and saw her walking around the benches to me. "What's up, sis?"
She grabbed my right hand in both of hers and pulled me to my feet. "This will only take a few minutes. You three wait here," she said to her friends. They exchanged confused looks to each other as Ashley dragged me to a nearby electronic photo booth. She shoved me through the curtains and into the dark room.
I was further shoved down onto the plastic seat. I watched dumbfounded as Ashley straddled my left knee and stuck her hands into my side pockets.
"Um, what are you doing, sis?"
She roughly pulled her hands out with my leather wallet and skimmed through its translucent sleeves of plastic cards. When she reached the last one, she snapped my wallet shut and grumbled, "You really don't have a picture of me in your wallet."
I immediately understood her intention. "I wasn't kidding when I said I didn't a few days ago. If I had some pocket-sized photos of you, I would happily keep one or two in my wallet. But all the photos at home are either priceless or group shots and completely off-limits."
"Well, we'll fix that problem right now." Ashley opened my wallet again and took out some single dollar bills. She inserted them into the machine and hurriedly tapped the buttons on the touch screen. The menu jumped from one set of options to the next in the bat of an eye until she sat next to me and pressed our cheeks together. "Okay, put on your best smiley face, Tiger."
Everything happened so quickly I just stared stupidly at the camera. When the booth lit up in a flash, the image of my sister's smile and my stunned face popped up on the screen.
"Bry, smile for me. Did you forget how?"
"Hold on, my brain needs a few seconds to catch up to what we're doing. Can I have my wallet back?"
She placed it in my pocket for me. Just as we turned to the screen, the booth lit up and a new snapshot appeared, one that neither of us were prepared for. "It's on a timer," Ashley explained. "There's also a button to take pictures manually."
I reached around her shoulder and cradled her against me. "No prob, I think my brain's caught up now." With our cheeks together, we smiled for the camera as it took a happy picture for us.
"Aww, that's a cute one," she said.
"Heck yeah, you are one pretty lady."
Ashley hopped onto my left leg again and leaned back against my shoulder. "Ready for the next one?"
I grabbed her waist and scooted her up my thigh. "Go for it."
For the next two minutes, my sister and I laughed and shuffled around in our seats as we posed for the camera. Most of the pictures were tame, even by sibling standards. There was a photo of us crossing our arms with our backs against each other, some with us doing silly vogue hand signs, and then a couple more of Ashley giving me a kiss on the cheek, with the cherry red lipstick marks to prove it. The final picture, however, was one I could never let anyone else see.
Before the last flash went off, and after Ashley had wiped the lipstick off me, my cheeks were held firmly between her hands. She turned me to her, staring sharply. Her tongue flirtatiously licked her lips. A hint of mischief twinkled in her eyes. She smiled, and before I could ask what she was up to, she pulled our faces together, swamping my mouth with her plush lips. She held my head still as her ravenous tongue snaked in.
My eyes, the size of saucers, could only see stars. Maybe it was from the bright flash of the camera, maybe it was because of the fireworks exploding from our kiss. Even as the machine ejected our photos, Ashley maintained our embrace. I surrendered to her tasteful lips and swirled my tongue around hers. But just as I was beginning to enjoy the warm sensation, something banged against the side of the booth. Ashley and I separated before the curtain opened.
Natalia, Lillian, and Alyson stood outside. "Hey, you two, what's up?" "Having fun in here?" "I can't believe what I'm seeing."
Ashley quickly grabbed the sheet and folded it at the creases. "Hey girls, ready to get going-"
"What can't you believe you're seeing?" I nervously asked.
The trio looked at each other and then to me. Alyson grinned. "That you two are taking pictures without us."
The curtain opened wider and they marched in one by one. The booth was big enough to fit two people comfortably on the seat, three if they bunched up. And as slim as the girls may be, five people was going overboard.
I squeezed through the orgy of female skin, boobs, butts, and perfumes. "Maybe I should get out of here," I said, stumbling away to much chagrin from the girls. I slumped against the exterior of the booth.
Damn, that was a close one. Thank goodness they had the courtesy to knock before barging in. I did find it a little odd they would give us a warning since it seemed as if they wanted to surprise us. Was it possible they suspected my sister and I were up to something and were giving us a chance to cover up? Or did they really just want to come in for some pictures?
Ashley and her friends stayed in the booth for a long five minutes. Even with the automatic timer going off, they had to have gone through at least two sets of pictures. I could see the curtain ruffling as they giggled and frolicked in the tiny room.
Lillian stuck her head out some time later. "Hey Bry, come in here and take this last picture with us." She stepped out while I stepped in.
There was a gap in the middle of the seat between Ashley and Alyson; Natalia stood outside the opposite curtain. I felt manicured hands on my arms and shoulders as I was dragged onto the seat.
"Show off your pearly whites," Ashley cheerfully said, pressing her cheek to my left.
Alyson did the same to my other, and I found myself sandwiched between two blonde beauties. Remaining outside the booth, Lillian and Natalia poked their heads in and pressed their cheeks with the other girls until we were a row of smiling faces. We managed to get into position just in time for the flash to go off.
All four of them clamored to get their hands on the photo sheet. "Hey, let me see it." "Oooh, can I keep that picture?" "I can make copies of them if you all want." "That's an awesome idea. Okay, you take 'em." Ashley folded and stored the pictures in her purse as we left.
* * *
"Now where to?" I asked the ladies.
"Right here," Natalia presented, holding her arms out like a dark-haired Vanna White. "The Power House Entertainment Center."
Entertainment center was just a fancier way of saying arcade, though this one was higher-tech than your typical kid's corner. Dozens of interactive video game cabinets, midway games, and a laser tag maze were crammed into a two-floor blitzkrieg of neon lights, explosions, and raving club music.
I followed the girls as they headed to the loudest area of the arcade which consisted of the rhythm and music games. Alyson and Natalia both approached the strangely empty metal pad of a dancing game while the other girls and I watched.
No warm up was needed for the dancers as they jumped right into the hardest songs. As I watched their hair flail around and Alyson's skirt almost bounce high enough to reveal her pink thong--oops, I guess it did bounce high enough--Ashley divulged to me that it was because of Natalia they had all gotten hooked on the game. I merely nodded and pretended to listen as I pleaded for another glimpse of underwear.
After the first two songs ended, the girls swapped out, allowing Lilly and my sister to take to the stage. They, too, needed no warm up and stepped to the beat in rhythmic precision. Though I had no chance of catching panty shots through their jeans, I did get a nice eyeful of tight, round butts. The two girls eventually got so far ahead of the score, they did a few freestyle spins and even switched sides during their routine. When it was over, the five of us split up to play other games.
"Hey Tiger, come here and try this one out," Ashley shouted to me.
I hung up the machine gun I was blasting aliens away with. My arms were still shaking from the constant recoil of the gun when I came up to her. "What game is this? 'Beat-mania?'"
"It's a deejay game. Instead of using feet, you use fingers to tap these keys and spin this disc. You should be pretty good at it since you spend so much time on the keyboard."
"Hmm, okay. I'll give it a shot. What are you going to play?"
"This baby right here." My sister slung a life-sized guitar over her shoulder from the game cabinet to my right. "I always wanted to be a rock star."
There was something wildly sexy about her handling a big, albeit fake, hunk of metal (it was actually plastic). The guitar itself looked a little silly with its rainbow colors and buttons, but the dark atmosphere of the arcade and the bluish hue shining off her bare shoulders gave her a mysterious, larger-than-life appearance. "You look pretty damn hot with that, Ash. I'd definitely go to a concert of yours just to check you out."
"Maybe the other girls and I should start a band."
"Oh yeah? What instruments can you four play?"
"Well, I can learn to play the guitar, Aly can be lead vocalist, Natty can rock out on drums, and Lilly can handle bass."
"Sounds like a plan to me. Maybe I can be the manager."
She scoffed at the idea. "Like we'd let you manage the millions we'd rake in."
I laughed it off as my game loaded up. While we learned the ropes to our respective games, Natalia magically appeared beside me at the second set of piano keys. She stood between my sister and me. "Hey Ashy, hey Bry, mind if I join you?"
"Hey, Natalia," I greeted. "I don't mind at all. Go ahead and jump in."
She swiped her gaming card into the machine. "Do you mind if I also ask you something?"
Oh man, please don't let it be a personal question. "Um, sure. Ask away."
"Ashy tells me you're really good with computers. Did you really build yours from spare parts?"
Phew, that was one question I had no problem answering. "Yeah, I did. Ordered the hardware online and put it together myself." For some reason I was exceptionally proud of that fact.
She picked the first song for us to play. "Wow, that is so cool. I'm thinking of building a new computer from scratch too. Problem is, I don't know how to check which parts will be compatible with each other. I'm also worried I'll mess up putting things together since I haven't always gotten along with pliers and screwdrivers. But maybe you can come over to my house some time and help me design one. With Ashy's permission, of course."
"Hey, my brother's a big boy," Ashley quipped. "He doesn't need my blessings to do big boy things."
"I'll take that as a yes," Natalia giggled. "Is that also a yes for you, Bry?"
It amazed me how Natalia could be so good at the game while conversing with two people. "Yeah, sure. I'll be glad to help you build one." I barely managed to pass the song we were playing; she didn't miss a single key.
The next songs we played were repeat performances. Natalia aced them while reminiscing some high school memories with my sister. When the final song ended, Natalia picked up her belongings. "I'm going to check up on Aly and Lilly. Knowing them they probably ran out to flirt with some boys. I'll see you two in a bit."
As she left, I turned to Ashley. She had a Cheshire grin on her face. I was almost afraid to ask why. "What's with the smug look?"
She put her guitar away. It took her three buoyant steps toward me to have her breasts squashed against my chest and her arms around my waist. "That's something I don't see very often."
I had no clue what she was referring to. "Did I do something wrong?"
Her fingers traced my spine, riddling my skin with goosebumps. "No, nothing like that. It usually takes days for Natty to be comfortable enough to talk to a guy. It's fascinating how she opened up to you so easily, especially after what happened earlier."
Settling my hands on her shoulders, I caressed the inch of skin that had been tarnished by the guitar strap. "Didn't you say your friends are comfortable with me because you are? I'm sure it's only because I'm your brother."
"The other two girls, yes, but not her. I mean, she sort of has a crush on you for a while now, but she's not really the aggressor type. I didn't think she would be the first to make a move."
I couldn't believe what I just heard. It sounded so foreign to my ears. It didn't seem conceivable that some other girl, my sister's friend, could have felt that way about me, and that the same sister, the girl I loved more than anything, was the one telling me about it.
This had to be some kind of trick. There was that same twinkle in Ashley's eye that appeared during dinner and the photo booth incident. The twinkle that forewarned her mischievous intentions. Yup, it had to be a trick. If only I knew why. "You're not getting any weird thoughts, are you, sis?"
"Weird thoughts? Not really. Dirty thoughts on the other hand..." She heightened onto her toes and met my lips with hers. "Plenty of those."
How easy was it for her to take my mind off the world. Her lips, gentler than rose petals, parted open. They moved under the press of my mouth. My tongue ran along the edges of her lips. Her tongue, animated and sensuous, played with mine. Sweet, candied, her taste ever more intoxicating. The world I had deserted spun out of control. Light shed to darkness. My sight abandoned me. But there was still Ashley and her lips, never forceful, only compliant and accepting of my desire for her.
My eyes opened. Light returned. Our union ceased, a breeze coming between us. Ashley exhaled onto me, my lips warmed by her ardor. Her eyelids were concealing her hazel chestnuts in the snow. Our hands had interchanged. Her waist, tiny even in my meager grasp, burned the tips of my fingers. My shoulders, lenient, relieved under her touch. I kissed her left eye. She awakened.
No words were necessary. Our smiles said it all. It was the most spectacular thing I had ever experienced. I prayed it was the same for her.
A voice yelled our names. I tuned it out, holding my sister tighter. The yell repeated, louder. I felt lips on my neck. They opened, closed, soundlessly telling me it was okay to let go. I nodded. My hands fell from within my baby's shirt, her hands from my shoulder. I turned around as Natalia's head poked around a far row of game cabinets. "Hey Ashy, Bry, hurry over here. Show time in thirty minutes."
With each wobbled step I took, I remembered a small detail of where I was. Another girl, three of them to be exact, show time, thirty minutes. I was with my sister's friends, here to see a movie, and an eternity was in the way of my being alone with Ashley.
Our dark-haired escort, unaware of had transpired, guided us to a set of four futuristic racing cars the size of bumper cars, each one facing a jumbo screen. Alyson and Lillian sat in the two cars furthest from us. Natalia hopped into a third.
Ashley stood beside the fourth. Blithe and relaxed, she was unshaken in her demeanor. "Bry, take a seat and play this with me. You can work the gas pedals and gears while I steer."
I dragged myself back to reality, back to where Ashley was. "Are you sure? There doesn't seem to be a lot of room in there."
"Just jump in. I'll make us fit if I have to." I warily climbed into the miniature car. "Open your legs for me." She sat down in the gap where my legs were spread. Her butt brushed my groin, her back against my chest, her hair covering most of my view. "Comfy?"
The car was small and cramped, the backrest hard, the seat sticky. My legs had no room to breathe, my arms no room to move. I was trapped beneath her slender frame.
It was the most comfortable I had been all night. "Yeah, very comfy."
She shouted to her friends. "Okay, Bry and I are ready. Get ready to eat our dust."
The race began with an explosive start. One of the girls used a rocket boost to gain an early lead. Ashley used a boost of our own and fired a missile at the lead car to take pole position.
"Whoa, nice shot, sis."
"Bry, go faster. I can handle these sharp turns without wiping out."
I slammed my foot onto gas pedal. As the virtual car sped up, Ashley's butt vibrated against my crotch. The car wasn't just for show; it immersed the player by rocking to whatever happened on-screen.
The car shook violently when a series of missiles hit us from behind. "Woo-hoo, take that, Ashy-girl," Alyson hollered.
"Oooh, she is in trouble now," Ashley steamed. "Bry, slide down the seat. I need more room to sit." She rose up so I could slouch down, then lowered herself onto my lap. "Go, go, go, don't take your foot off the pedal."
"What? Oh, right," I muttered, regaining my senses.
The car rumbled as we tried to catch up to the rest of the pack that had passed us. Ashley bounced side to side over my lap while she handled turns at breakneck speeds. I assisted her in aiming a volley of missiles at our competitors. The race got very heated by the second lap. It was anyone's game, all of us exchanging leads at a moment's whim.
"Hold me steady, Bry. I'm sliding too much to get a good shot at the other cars."
I wrapped my left arm around her. Our car shook again as we got bombarded, but Ashley didn't budge from my lap.
With my nose inches from the bare skin on her upper back, I could smell faint traces of her intimate perfume. Most of the fragrance had diffused since the evening started, but there was still enough for me to luxuriate in. As our seat jerked here and there, her ponytail swished and tickled my nose.
"Oh my gosh, did you see that?" she blurted. "I just took out two cars in one shot. We're way in the lead now."
I couldn't see anything but her supple skin. "Yeah, I saw that. How many more laps to go?"
"One more lap. Keep going, Bry. Nothing can stop us now if we keep this up."
The bump and tumbling persisted for another minute. The other girls were able to hit us with stray blasts but were too far behind to capitalize on our momentary weakness to steal first place. We blazed past the finish line and threw our hands up in victory.
"Oh yeah, take that," Ashley taunted to her friends. She hugged my head into the side of her breast. "Didn't I say you slowpokes would be eating our dust?"
"You got sooo lucky you took me and Lilly out during that last lap," Natalia said. "If we hadn't been busy shooting at each other, I would've won so easily."
"Ha, let's have a rematch."
Lillian climbed out of her car. "Save your pissing contest some other time. The movie is going to start in twenty minutes."
Ashley waited for the rest of her friends to leave before whispering to me, "You might want to fix that problem in your pants before you stand up." She gently patted my erection on the way down from the machine.
The foursome were waiting outside of the arcade for me when I came running.
"Did you forget something in there?" Aly asked.
"Yeah, dropped my keys in the car," I lied. In actuality had followed my sister's advice to take a breather and relax my nerves. "But I found them."
Aly led the way to theater with Nat and Lilly in tow. I trailed behind with Ashley clinging to my right arm.
"Sis, maybe you shouldn't be so close."
"You didn't complain earlier when I did this. Besides, they each held onto you too. We're very touchy-feely girls."
Around us the row of stores quieted and darkened. Shoppers followed in our direction, the night coming to an end for many. But not for me. My night had yet to begin.
"Who are the slowpokes now," Lillian barked, standing far ahead of us. "Hurry up, you two lovebirds."
Ash and I jogged up to her at the mall's exit. A massive line at the ticket counter caught my attention.
"Natalia, you mentioned the four of you already have your tickets, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, I did. We printed them off the web."
"That's cool and all but... I don't have a ticket yet."
"Are you insisting we buy you one?"
"No, heck no, that's not what I meant. It's just that, the line looks really long and with the movie starting soon, I don't want to keep you all waiting so–"
"Brian, take a deep breath and calm down," Lilly said. "Ashy has you covered. She has a fifth ticket for you."
My cheeks burned red at their giggles. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. You're free to carry our bags for us if it makes you feel any manlier."
Without any hesitation the girls walked by me one by one and tossed me their bags, purses, and some witty comments. "You're such a stud." "Look at those muscles." "I wish I had a boyfriend like you." "Always the perfect gentleman." Sarcasm laced every word, but I was enjoying their company too much to care.



To Be Cont..........

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Ashley

Update-41


Ashley handed the tickets over to the receptionist and we headed to the concession stand. "Mmm, get those sour gummy bears and chocolate raisins." "Don't forget the black licorice." "Eww, you know I hate those. Get the red ones." "Lots of butter on the popcorn, please." "Oh, can I get two pretzels too? Both cinnamon. Wait, both salt. Wait, wait, one cinnamon, one salt."
The acne-plagued teenager behind the counter had his work cut out for him. He scrambled back and forth in a vain attempt to keep up with the orders of four hungry women.
"Aren't you ladies stuffed from dinner and dessert?"
"That was two hours ago," Natalia said. "There's always room for more sweets."
Ashley asked, "Don't you want anything, brother?"
"I would if I wasn't busy carrying fifty bags."
"Aww, is it too heavy?" Alyson razzed.
"Nope, not all." Their luggage was light, but because they insisted on keeping their belongings in separate over-sized bags, it looked as if I was hauling a lot more. "Actually, I can go for a hotdog right about now, but I'll need someone to hold it for me."
After we ordered every type of junk food on the menu, we made haste to our showroom. Along the way Natalia raised an orange plastic cup to my mouth. "Are you thirsty, Brian? Have a sip."
"Thanks, Nat." I bowed to my right and drank from the straw.
"My pleasure." When I backed away, she placed the straw between her lips, not bothering to wipe it dry. She sipped on her Pepsi.
"Open wide," Alyson said from my left.
I turned my head and bumped into the hotdog she was holding close to my face. I chomped down on it, ignoring the sauce that had gotten on me. "Mmm, that's pretty good. Thanks, Aly."
"What are best friends for."
"You have some ketchup on your cheek." Lillian took a napkin out of her coat pocket and weighed down my left shoulder, her face daringly close to mine. With a wipe across my cheek and lips, she cleaned the ketchup off of me.
"Thanks, Lilly."
"You're welcome, Bry."
Three cute girls pampering me with food and favors. It was a fantasy millions of guys would have loved to find themselves in. And I was living it, a sublime dream that had manifested into realism. A week ago I would have been sweating out of every pore, stumbling on every syllable. Now I was calm and collected. Yet also unfulfilled. Their friendliness, though greatly appreciated, left me wanting more. It wasn't the same with these girls. It wasn't the same laugh, the same smile, the same affection in their eyes. It didn't come from the angel ten steps ahead of me, pretending not to care what was happening behind her.
I excused myself from the trio. Paper bags crinkling, silver trinkets jingling, I chased after my sister. She stopped in her tracks, and I stopped next to her. We walked into the dim theater room together, her belongings back in her possession.
In the three hours I had spent thus far with the girls, I had somehow forgotten to ask what we were going to watch. We ended up watching an action movie, which shattered my belief girls only willingly watched romances or comedies. However, every time the main star came on screen, his shirt shredded and sculpted muscles bulging, they would sigh, swoon, and faint in their seats. Except Ashley. And when the buxom damsel in distress, scantily clad and artificial in beauty, nearly popped out of her torn blouse, wolf whistles would erupt from every male in the stands. Except me.
The starlet was more than any guy could ask for in a woman. Shapely, curvy, a great fashion sense for bras capable of withstanding gunfire. She could even throw a punch or two if she had to. But nothing about her bust size or seductive tone appealed to me. I was spoiled, I suppose, having someone infinitely more gorgeous at my side, eating popcorn from a bucket on my lap.
You would think the movies, one of the classic locations for public displays of affection, would lend itself to a wild, voyeuristic, don't-tell-my-friends romp in the backseats. Alas, nothing of the sort happened between my sister and me. After all, her friends were right there with us, witnesses to any racy behavior that may have occurred.
I emptied my box of Hot Tamales. In one mouthful I devoured the rest of the spicy, cinnamon candy. My hand bumped into Ashley's when I reached for our soda. She smiled at me as she took a sip from it.
The movie ended with the bad guy blown to pieces in his getaway helicopter. Our group waited for the attendees to evacuate before leaving our seats. We trekked to the mall's front plaza for a final round of quality time together.
* * *
"Jesus, that has to be a two-hundred feet drop." "Two-hundred and fifty-two, to be exact." "Oh my gosh, I love that ride." "Me too! I rode it six times in a row the last time I went there." "Aww, that picture is a cute one. Nicole looks so much older now." "Yeah, totally. She needs to start shopping with us soon."
Under the protection of two palm trees, Ashley shared with her friends photos of our day at Six Flags. The photos actually belonged to Nikky, since it was her digital camera we used (yes, the twelve year-old has a fully functional digital camera), but she allowed Ashley to borrow them for the night. Ashley's friends had photos of their own to share from their vacations, but for some reason they found Ashley's to be the most interesting. I couldn't really tell why from where I stood. The bench they sat on was large enough only for the four of them, so I kept myself preoccupied at the water fountain in the middle of the plaza.
The fountain was a dancing water show. In a circle forty feet in diameter were dozens of holes in the ground that shot up jets of water at varying heights in a synchronized manner. The show would astound shoppers with its dazzling patterns and colors, courtesy of spotlights surrounding the fountain. The attraction was popular with the younger crowd, and though it was close to midnight, there were still a few children playing in the water.
"Big brother, can I ask you for another favor?"

I turned my ear to the delightful voice. Before my eyes could catch sight of Ashley, her arms were around my midriff.
It took all of my willpower to keep my hands to myself. Behind my sister were her friends, watching us with suspicious smiles. "Um, what can I do for you, sis?"
"The girls don't believe me when I tell them I'm ready to take my driver's test."
"Do you want me to tell them how good you really are?"
Her fingers massaged my back. "No, not tell them. I want to show them."
"Oh, I get it. You want me to let you drive us home."
Her fingers drifted lower. "Yup, exactly. So can I?"
"I don't know... it's really late and you shouldn't be driving in the dark."
Metal chimed behind me. "Well, it's either I drive us home..." She stepped backward. "...or no one does."
Oh man, I couldn't believe I fell for it. I padded my pockets, hoping the key ring hanging off her pinky finger wasn't really mine, and the dinosaur key chain on it was just a shoddy imitation of the one I had since I was eight. I felt my wallet: check. Cell phone: check. Dirty, crumpled up napkin: check. Keys... no check. I was foolish to think otherwise. Her pickpocketing skills had been used on me once before to nab the very same item. Before I could make any attempt to get my keys back, Ashley dashed past me toward the water fountain.
"Ash, what the heck are you doing?" I shouted.
She ran across the circle, water jets hot on her heels. They erupted as she passed over each row. It was something right out of an action movie, the heroine making it to safety before she could be consumed by a dangerous flood. Ashley stood dry on the other side. She flapped her arms and kicked her feet in a quirky little dance. Her laughter could be heard by the five people remaining in the plaza.
"If you want your keys back, you better come and get it."
I took one step into the circle. The outermost water jet erupted. I jumped away, the tip of my shoe dripping wet. "Ash, come on, don't be like that. I'll let you show off your driving skills to your friends some other time."
"Like in five minutes?"
I tried to memorize the water patterns. "Tomorrow, Sunday, next week. Just not tonight. It says on your permit you're not allowed to drive past midnight."
"It isn't midnight yet."
"It will be by the time we get to my car."
Memorizing the patterns was futile; there was no order to their design. I surmised I had to take the long way around the circle. I ran clockwise, but Ashley did the same. I sped up my pace, but Ashley did the same. I switched directions, but Ashley did the same. A wall of water was constantly between us.
Jeez, she could sure run fast in sandals.
I glanced at her friends. They continued to watch us and chat amongst themselves, their grins never leaving their faces. Three hands waved at me.
I took a deep breath. New plan. The only way I could catch my sister was to run right through the fountain and cut her off. It was only water separating us. No one ever got hurt from too much water. I just had to wait for the exact moment the jets subsided and go for it. I waited five, ten, thirty seconds. Ashley tapped her feet. Her mouth opened in a yawn.
Maybe I could simply wait until she got bored of our little game. Even she had to have had a limit on patience. I glanced at her friends again. None of them appeared to be in any hurry to head home. They were still chatting, still laughing, still having a jolly time together. Ashley must not have really been in a hurry either. Her gestures had been for show. A taunt, a dare.
All I had to do was run across. That was the only thing I needed to do to win this game. It didn't matter whether I was fast enough or not to catch her. She would let me. All I had to do was run across.
I put my left foot in front of my right. I bent my knees, clenched my fists. I watched the jets cease one by one. This was it. It was time to make my move.
The final water column in front of me subsided. I kicked off, sprinting as fast as I could toward my sister. I blazed past a row of geysers. Then another, and another. The possibility of making it through untouched spurred me to run faster.
I passed the halfway mark. The fountain was quiet, void. Not a single jet of water was anywhere around me. Luck was on my side. I smiled at Ashley only ten feet away.
Unfortunately, luck had the poor quality of running out at the worst possible time. As if the god Poseidon himself was pitted against me, the earth trembled under my feet. A sound more terrifying than thunder reverberated in my ears. Water erupted everywhere. It blocked my view of Ashley, lifted me off the ground. My legs flew high above my head. I blacked out on impact.
I could barely hear Ashley shouting my name. Her face, inches from mine, slowly came into view as my eyes opened. She held my hand tightly to her chest, her heart racing. "Bry, are you okay? Oh god, I am so sorry for making you do this. I didn't mean for you to get hurt. It was such a stupid idea. I was just trying to-"
"Sis..." The ringing inside my head faded away. The pain in my back vanished. I looked around. The fountain was still active.
Ashley helped me to my feet. I stumbled backward a few steps, but she held on, squeezing my hand tighter. Water continued to spew around us in a spiral. I calmly opened my palm. She returned my keys. There was no objection when I hugged her against my wet clothes. I absorbed her warmth. Victory was mine. "Babe, I got you now."
Her eyes were lost. "Huh? What are you-"
I picked up her light body and ran. Ran toward the middle of the fountain as the ground quaked beneath me. In a glorious instant water spouted from every hole, soaking us from head to toe.
"Oh my god, what are you doing?" Ashley shrieked. "We're both going to get wet."
"We're already wet, so we might as well have some fun while we're here." I carried her in small circles, making sure not a single inch of our bodies was left dry.
Her squeals soon turned into laughter. I lowered my hands and lifted her higher. My fingers dug into her jeans. She cradled my head and wrapped her legs around me. Her fingers skimmed through my matted hair. I laughed loudly with her.
The wall of water that had once kept us apart now imprisoned us in our own private world. Nothing could have gotten in, nothing could have gotten out. It was only Ashley and me in each other's embrace. It was only our rejoicing that could be heard, our smiles that could be seen, our bodies that could be felt.
At the snap of a finger, our enclosure disappeared. Commands were shouted to me.
"Hey, let your sister go!" "Put our Ashy-girl down!"
Ashley and I turned around. Natalia and Lillian were running full speed at us through the fountain. Water randomly shot up between them and us, but the two girls didn't slow down one bit.
I let go of my sister and braced myself. Natalia pounced onto my back and Lillian tackled me from the side. Ashley refused to be left out and tackled me from the other. I tried to balance myself but it wasn't easy with three wet women clinging onto me.
Alyson yelled from the fountain's edge. "Guys, come on. Get out of there. You guys are making fools of yourselves."
The four of us ignored her plea as we pranced in the water. Alyson had been excluded from our activities already, and she wasn't going to let it happen again. With a grunt and a pout, sans heels and jacket, she rushed headlong toward us.
My sides ached from being tickled nonstop. Their wild movements had me on the verge of toppling over. When Natalia slid off my back and the larger Aly jumped on, I lost my balance and fell to the floor.
But softer this time. The girls managed to free themselves before I could drag them with me. They kneeled around my splayed body in a diamond. Ashley and Alyson were at my sides, Natalia at my head, and Lillian at my legs. The two blondes grabbed my hands and helped me stand up.
The clock overlooking the plaza tolled its bells. The water and spotlights turned off and only the lampposts remained lit. The girls went to collect their bags under the glow of midnight. Lillian passed out tissues so they could wipe away the purple tears streaking down their cheeks. "Never thought I'd be glad to spend extra on waterproof mascara," she joked. "Though this stuff isn't as waterproof as my magazines have advertised."
Their drenched clothing adhered to their youthful bodies. The outline of their breasts, high and firm yet no more than a handful, were evident. Though they were dressed, their wet tops exposed more than their bikinis had.
I turned away and headed to the parking lot. "I'll get my car and drive up to the curb," I told them. "Wait here for me." They each said thanks.
I couldn't let them follow me. Not in the state I was in, anyway. My jeans, heavy from the cold water it had soaked, was unable to keep my erection down.
The foursome were anxiously awaiting me when I pulled up to them. Ashley hopped into the front seat and the other three in the back.
"Oh wow," Natalia said, "thank you so much for the towels."
A few terrycloth towels were laid out in the backseat for them. I had stored the towels in my trunk for emergency clean ups, and I figured helping the girls stay dry so they wouldn't wet my car counted as an emergency. The towels weren't big enough to cover their bodies with, but they were big enough to cover their shoulders.
The friends made small chat on the drive home. For a while they talked only between themselves. Then they started to include me. Asking me if I was busy next week, asking me if I liked to play volleyball, asking me if I wanted to play with them on Thursday. I refused in the kindest way possible. Though I had a great evening, I wasn't sure if I was ready to make this a weekly routine.
"The invitation is always open," Alyson said. She exited my car with Natalia at their house, my towels still around their shoulders. After we exchanged good-byes, I drove off to our next stop.
Lillian hugged my sister through the passenger window. "I'll see you first thing Monday morning for our jog. You're welcome to tag along, Bry." We exchanged another round of good-byes before I drove off to our last stop.
The remainder of the ride was a silent affair. Ashley was shivering in her seat, even with hers and Lillian's towel around her shoulders. She had been exposed to the cold water for much longer than her friends, and it clearly showed. The water must not have affected her right away when we were playing in the fountain, but now that she had time to reflect on the evening, she couldn't ignore it for any longer.
I stepped on the gas pedal a little harder. "When we get home, we're going to get you out of those clothes before you catch a cold."
She turned up the heater. "Okay, I'd like that. I can use some of your personal attention right about now."
We arrived home a minute later and wasted no time in hurrying through the front door. The house was dark and quiet; our parents and Nicole were most likely sound asleep by now. I followed Ashley into the bathroom as she flipped on the light switch.
I locked the bathroom door and set aside her bags. "Let's get you dried up, sis. You're starting to scare me with how much you're shivering. "
Ashley unbuckled her belt and tugged the zipper to her jeans. She tried wiggling the denim down her hips, but the water made it cling to her skin as if it had been glued on. Kneeling in front of her, I pinched the waistline to her pants and gave it a hard pull. Her pants barely budged.
"Harder, Tiger. Side to side."
I stood up and slipped my thumbs into her jeans. Ashley took a deep breath to squeeze in her slim figure--if it was even possible for her to get any slimmer. I pushed one side at a time, scooching her jeans down her hips and thighs in a see-saw motion to her knees. Gravity pulled them to her ankles.
The thin black straps of her panties hung in two diagonals above her hips. They stretched against my thumbs as I lowered them. I dropped to my knees and helped her step out of her sandals, jeans, and underwear. My eyes wandered from her red painted toenails to her toned legs. I traced them to her moist pussy less than a foot away.
The familiar scent of an excited woman tinged my nose. I wetted my lips and moved closer. A pair of fingers in an upside down "v" spread her folds apart, revealing the dark hole leading to her womb. I looked up past my sister's breasts. She was smiling down at me, her right hand squeezing her naked right tit.
"Go on," she whispered. "Lick my pussy."
That was all I needed to hear. I dipped my tongue into her hot sex. A gasp emerged from her lips. Ashley rose onto her toes, her pussy inching higher. I chased it, tasting her deeper. My head was shoved from behind and my nose brushed against her clit. Her juices leaked over my chin.
I planted my hands on each of her butt cheeks. I squeezed, causing her flesh to overflow between my fingers. Ashley leaned back against the bathroom counter. My tongue thrashed within her slick walls. Her breathing intensified. I kneaded her ass. She bucked her hips. I savored her sweet flavor. She moaned in pure ecstasy.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good. Deeper, Tiger, lick deeper." Her fingers slid from her pussy lips to her clit. She rubbed furiously, her nails scratching the tip of my nose. "Squeeze my ass. Make it sting. Be rough with it."
I bore my fingers into her flesh. I squeezed, loosened, squeezed again. I alternated from one ass cheek to the other. Her pussy contracted around my tongue. Her skin turned pink, the color coursing through her system. The heat emanating from her body scorched my hands.
"Fuck yes, eat my cunt. I'm so damn hot for you. I need to cum bad, Tiger. Make me cum for you."
I hoisted her pussy into my face, trapping her labia between my lips. Her folds stretched as I pulled back. My mouth opened, releasing her from my mouth. Her folds remained engorged. I licked in an oval around her pussy. Her skin was soft, velvety. My tongue detoured into her narrow opening. Spit drooled out the corners of my mouth.
Ashley swung her right leg off the ground. The back of her knee settled on my left shoulder. Her pussy opened wider. "Get in there deep, Tiger. Fuck, don't stop squeezing my ass. Harder, rougher. Hurt me. Hurt me just a little."
I manhandled her with my paws, my fingers biting into her ass. Her squeal came out suppressed, her eyes latched shut, her left leg unbuckled. I stiffened my arms to hold her up. She released my hair and stopped abusing her clit. Her hands went behind her, supporting her quivering body on the counter.
My right arm hooked the back of her left knee. Ashley swung her leg over my shoulder. Half of her lay on the counter, half of her on top of me. "Oh god, keep eating me, keep eating my cunt. Don't fucking stop. Fuck, that's feels so good."
Her hips humped against me as I waggled my head. She rode my tongue like a bronco rider, but instead of shouting "yee-haw," she was crying "eat me." My head began to ache from my erratic movements, my knees began to hurt from kneeling on the hard marble floor. But I had no intention of moving away until I was finished. I knew it wouldn't be much longer when I heard her ragged breaths and incessant cooing.
"Oooh my god, your tongue feels so good up my cunt. I can't get enough of this, Tiger. Holy fuck, yes. So close, so close, so... ahhh, fucking yes!"
Her thighs clamped my head still. Searing liquid gushed from her pussy. It surged with so much force it splashed into my nose. I withdrew my tongue and lifted her ass onto the counter. Her juices sprayed over my face. It bathed my lower jaw and streamed down my neck. I dangled my tongue, catching the flow of sweet cum.
Ashley's head banged against the mirror. Bathroom supplies crashed into the sinks beside us. Her hands struggled to find something stable to hold onto. Her body succumbed to wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.



To Be Cont...........

[jay]

Ashley


Update-42


My lips closed over her clit. I sucked on it, triggering another brazen cry from my delirious sister. She convulsed in one long, continuous climax. I flicked my tongue over her pearly nub. The incredible stimulation cut off her sobbing. Her mouth stayed open, but no sound came out. My hands pushed her knees apart. I maintained my suction as she doused my chin with cum.
When her orgasm slowly subsided, I ran my tongue through her slit once more before standing up. I eased her legs down over the counter. Her breasts swelled and her hands lay lifeless at her side. A blurry outline of her upper body was fogged on the mirror behind her. She was seriously that hot.
I wiped my chin with the back of my hand. "God damn, babe, you can really squirt."
"Look at yourself," she huffed. "You're soaked in my cum."
Moving to the side, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It looked as if someone had tossed a bucket of water at me. My entire neck and mouth glistened in her juices.
I stepped in front of my sister with my arms out. She leaned off the glass and hugged me around my neck. I carried her off the counter and lowered her to her feet. Her legs were wobbly. It was impossible for her to stand without my body to lean on.
"It almost hurts to hold you, sis. You're burning up hotter than the sun."
"At least I won't be catching a cold," she weakly giggled.
I fondled the back of her head. "Are you hurt? I heard a pretty loud thump a minute ago."
"No, I'm not hurt. How about you? Does your head still hurt from earlier?"
"I'm fine now. Thanks for asking. Let's just get you cleaned up so you can go to bed. It's all ready way past midnight."
Ashley placed a finger on my lips. "You need to get cleaned up too."
Now able to stand on her own, she grabbed the bottom of my wet t-shirt and stripped it over my head. I watched her fingers slowly unbuckle my belt. Her left hand traversed my inner thigh, stroking the bulge beneath my pants, while her right hand had the dull task of undoing my zipper. She pushed my pants and boxers down at the same time, revealing my erect cock to her glazed eyes. I kicked my legs out of the soggy clump of clothing.
"Come with me," she whispered. Her hand wrapped around my girth as she led me through a glass door to a separate part of the bathroom. The section contained only the shower, about seven by five feet, and space outside it to dry off. She stepped into the turquoise shower stall first and twisted three silver knobs in the wall.
Water cascaded onto her from every angle. The stall had five showerheads: one main portable showerhead and one more at each corner. It was fancy and probably used more water than was necessary, but Ashley and I would never be found complaining.
My sister looked over her left shoulder at me. She beckoned with a finger, giving a come-hither look. I closed the door and approached her from behind. The moment the first spray of water hit my back, I jumped right back out the shower.
"Damn, that's hot."
Ashley turned to me. "I thought you like hot showers."
"I do, but this isn't hot. It's boiling."
She smiled softly. "It'll feel better soon. Come in and join me."
As painful as the hot water may have been, I didn't want to keep Ashley waiting. I entered the shower a second time and let the sprays wash over me. I stood in front of her, face to face, my erect cock the only thing between us. Two jets of water splashed off my back, three splashed off hers.
After a few seconds of letting me acclimate to the heat, she lightly touched my biceps. "Better?"
"Yeah, much better."
She caressed my arms as her focus descended. Her eyes settled on my cock, pointing at her pussy mere inches away. "I'll wash you first," she said, more to my friend than to me.
Ashley stopped caressing my arms. She picked up a bottle of body wash gel and a frilly bath scrub from the shelf embedded in the side wall. Squeezing the gel onto the scrub, she let it soak underneath the water until it bubbled in her hand.
"Turn around, Bry."
I twirled on my heels, the two showerheads closest to me now spraying my face and chest. I felt a hand on my left shoulder as she applied the scrub to the nape of my neck.
My sister lathered my whole backside. The contact was gentle, delicate, so much so that I could have fallen asleep right there in the shower. As the soap washed down my back, I could feel the bubbles streaming over my rear. The tickly sensation made me flex in my muscles. Ashley washed lower, the bubbles in closer contact to my anus.
Her hand came off my left shoulder. She planted it squarely onto my butt. I yelped in surprise. Looking behind me, I spotted Ashley on her knees.
She scrubbed each of my buttocks. "Don't like your ass being grabbed?"
"To be honest, I rather do the ass grabbing around here."
"Then how 'bout I grab something else instead." Ashley moved her left hand between my legs. I looked forward just in time to see her fingers closing around my cock. She stroked it forward and back.
"Damn, that feels so good." I lolled my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the steamy water running down my body and her hand jerking me off.
She continued to wash me while working her magic on my cock. Because the shaft was so slippery, she had almost no friction on it, and her hand pumped swiftly and wildly. The lack of a tight grip kept me from blowing my load in ten seconds.
"Tiger, has your cock been hard the entire night?"
"Just about. You were driving me crazy. All I wanted to do was get away from your friends for even a few minutes so I could have you to myself."
"What would you have done if we were alone?"
"A little bit of what we're doing right now."
Her chipper voice became low and sultry. "Have I been a naughty cocktease?"
The thought of her being a major league flirt was the furthest thing from my mind, but I sure did like the sound of it. "Yes, you were such a naughty cocktease."
Her hand squeezed my cock tighter. "I didn't mean to tease you. I swear I wanted to tear your pants down and suck your cock until you cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste you so bad. It's been almost an entire day since I ate your cum. You like it when I eat your cum, don't you?"
All I could imagine was the visceral image of her lips around my cock while I spurted. "Oh yes, more than anything."
"I was so tempted to do it every time we were alone. Like when were in that dark picture booth. I could have opened your fly and sucked you dry in seconds. I didn't give a damn if someone caught us. I just needed to taste your cum. I love the feel of it on my tongue. It's so hot and sticky... mmm, I can almost taste it all ready.
Remember the chocolate cake we had after dinner? It was good, wasn't it? Well, it doesn't compare to the dessert you've given me. Nothing compares to what you have inside your swollen nuts. Instead of chocolate syrup poured all over the cake, I wished it had been your warm, gooey cum. God, that would have tasted so good. A mile-high chocolate cake covered in white cum. How many loads would it have taken to cover the whole thing? A lot of them, I bet. But if I had a dessert like that, I wouldn't be able to share it with anyone because I'd want it all to myself. I can be selfish sometimes, you know. When it comes to my man, only I get to eat his fresh cum."
"Oh shit," I grunted. "I'm going to-" Ashley immediately released my cock before I could erupt in her hand.
I couldn't believe it--and I still can't believe it to this day. That was the first time my sister had denied me the chance the cum. She had always allowed me to reach my sexual apex whenever I wanted to, even when I felt I had nothing left to give her. But this was unfathomable. It was torture, plain and simple. I wanted to scream at being so close. I even contemplated on using my own hands to finish the task. There was one reason why I didn't do a thing about it: I didn't want to waste my cum by painting the shower wall white.
Ashley spoke in her normal tone. "Turn around, Tiger. Let me wash your front."
I did so while spouting "cocktease."
Her lips curled into a devilish grin while she poured more gel onto the scrub. When it became bubbly again, she stood up to wash my shoulder and pecs. She briskly cleaned my front as if she was in a hurry to get on her knees again.
Once she was kneeled down, my cock stared her in the face. Ashley washed around it, scrubbing my legs and stomach. My cock twitched despite being untouched directly. Evading it, her free hand groped my testicles. She tugged the loose skin of my scrotum a couple times, and then applied the scrub. Her hands bumped into my member as she cleaned my balls.
She moved herself a little closer, my cock head targeting her lips. I resisted the urge to fist my cock to a much needed orgasm. Coating her with my sperm would have been an incredible thing to witness. I would know; I had done it once before. As she continued to wash my scrotum, I could re-imagine the cum streaks on her face from that wonderful night when I gave my sister her first facial. A streak on her lips, another on her chin, a long one across her nose. The image was crystal clear. I could even re-imagine her wiping my cum into her mouth and gobbling it up. Strange how the first night we were intimate ended in such a lewd act. Still, it was something I had wanted to reenact ever since.
I waved my hand across her forehead to brush away the golden strands clinging to her face. She seemed to have enjoyed it the first time. Maybe she would let me do it again. If so, I wanted to get a clear view.
The cleaning on my balls stopped. Ashley gripped my cock in her right hand. Looking up at me, she pulled it down, making the slit point to the floor. Then she released my cock and watched it come dangerously close to hitting her face as it sprung up. She repeated the motion a few times. "Your cock is harder than steel. Look at it bounce up and down. It must have been painful having this thing crammed beneath your pants for so long."
"You have no idea," I mumbled.
She raised the scrub to my cock. Bubbles covered my shaft as she squeezed the scrub around it. "I've been bad, haven't I? Making my handsome brother so hard without any relief. That has to be a sin."
"Oh fuck, the worst kind."
Ashley grabbed my cock in a fist with the scrub between her fingers and my skin. She stroked it to the bright red head, then in reverse to my balls. The scratchy feeling of the scrub was different to that of her smooth hands, but the pleasure she brought me was just as sensational. "I have such a potty mouth, Tiger. That's also a sin, isn't it?"
I was dozing off to an alternate reality. "Very potty. I think we need to wash your mouth out."
Her suggestive tone transformed into that of a demure little girl. "Do you really have to? Please don't wash it with soap. I hear that stuff tastes horrible."
Seeing the sudden reversal in roles, I toughened my voice. I didn't sound much gruffer, but it was a decent start. "I have something else in mind for your dirty mouth." I unraveled her fingers and snatched the scrub from her. Slinging it on the shelf, I let the water wash away the remaining bubbles on my cock.
She gulped. "You're not going to put that big thing in my tiny mouth, are you? It won't fit."
I almost broke the mood by cracking a smile. She was more than skilled enough to handle it, but I played along anyway. "If it doesn't fit in your mouth, I'll make it fit by ramming my cock down your throat."
I noticed her left hand cupping her mound between her legs. "Please don't be rough on me. I'm so sorry, big brother. Please forgive me. From now on I won't tease you unless I'm willing to help you cum. You deserve better than this." She tried reaching for my cock but I blocked her hand.
"No touching. You don't touch anything unless I tell you to." She shook her head. "And that includes your pussy. You can't touch yourself there either, so that means no cumming."
"No, no... please let me touch my clitty. I know I don't deserve it but I am so horny right now. I need to rub it. I need to cum again."
"You'll do what I say if you want me to forgive you. Now be a good girl and stop touching yourself. Tonight, you belong to me." She whimpered the cutest sound while taking her hand off her pussy. "Put your hands behind your back."
She held her hands together over her butt. I went around to observe my submissive sibling. The steamy water rained down on her long hair and face from all directions. Because I no longer protected her from the two sprays in front of her, she had to close her eyes so water wouldn't splash into them.
I circled around her and stopped at her back. I lifted the portable showerhead from its hook and kneeled down. "Hold your hands out behind your back." Ashley leaned forward and extended her arms to me. "Good girl." I tied the showerhead around her hands as a makeshift handcuff. She gasped sharply. Grinning to no one in particular, I looped the showerhead once more over her hands. The hose wasn't as flexible as a real rope, so she could have struggled for a few seconds and it would have loosened on its own. Although I didn't think my sister wanted that to happen.
I tugged on the restraint for added effect. "Lean back again."
Ashley sat upright on her knees. Her legs were stark pink against the white floor. I immediately remembered how uncomfortable it was to kneel for so long. After all, I had done it ten minutes ago.
I whispered into her ear. "I'll be right back."
A baby blue towel awaited me on the wooden rack outside the shower. I grabbed it and re-entered the stall. "Lift your knees up, babe." Helping her squat, I placed the towel beneath her knees.
Ashley eased down onto the soft fabric, her eyes still closed. "Thank you," she quietly said.
I raised her chin and flattened her lips with mine. We may have been doing a bit of role-playing, but I didn't want her to forget I loved her and would always watch out for her.
Still, I enjoyed the direction this was heading and didn't linger on the taste of her lips for too long. I went behind her again and adjusted the portable showerhead, turning the light spray into a concentrated burst. I twisted the middle knob in the wall to shut off the water but left the four corner sprays on. There was about an extra foot of hose from her hands to the showerhead, as well as another six inches of the showerhead itself.
"Spread your thighs for me, babe." Her knees parted. I slid the showerhead between the opening of her thighs from behind, then circled around in front of her. I tugged on the handle, consequently pulling her hands into her butt. "Sit on your heels."
She obediently sat down. "What are you planning to do to me?"
"Shhh, I ask the questions around here." I aimed the nozzle at her pussy and tapped her outer thighs. Her knees closed together, holding the showerhead in place. "What I'm going to do next might be a little jarring, but I know you can handle it. Don't open your legs unless I tell you to, okay?" Ashley nodded, but I wanted to hear her. "That's not good enough, babe. From now on, when I ask you a question, you answer me. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she feebly replied.
I went behind her. "Will you open your legs without my permission?"
"No."
"Good, that's what I want to hear. I think you deserve a little reward." Her head craned from me as I kissed her neck.
"Oooh yesss," she hissed.
My teeth sunk into her supple flesh. I nibbled; first gently, then harshly. Her whimpers were music to my ears. They urged me to proceed lower. I left a trail of teeth marks from her neck to her shoulder. Her skin was hot against my tongue. I could only taste water as I savored her body.
I returned to her neck for one last kiss before getting up. There were still a lot of things that needed to be taken care of before the night ended. Namely my erection.
I placed my left hand on her shoulder. With my right I turned on the shower knob for the portable showerhead. Water could be heard surging through the bathroom pipes. In another second, water erupted from the nozzle between Ashley's legs. It sprayed her clit. Hard.
She screamed at the top of her lungs, not unlike that of her bicycle accident. Her butt rose off her heels, but with my hand holding her in place she couldn't get away from the water striking her pussy. Her deafening scream echoed off the tiled walls, rupturing my eardrums. I cringed. This was not the reaction I had predicted from her. It sounded as if she was getting electrocuted, or pierced by a thousand needles.
I let go of her shoulder and rushed in front of her. She remained on her heels, shouting "oh my god" over and over again. I tried pulling the showerhead away, but her knees were clamping it like a vice. I adjusted the nozzle instead, weakening the jet to a meek spray. My sister stopped wailing loud enough to wake the dead, or worse, our parents. "Oh my god, oh my god..."
I feared I went to far with my unorthodox setup. The idea had sort of just hit me; it wasn't as if I'd ever plotted for the opportunity. When I was tying up her hands, I didn't even expect things to go this far. My plans had a knack of changing against my discretion, and I assumed it would have changed again. Not only that, I didn't expect her to indulge in my perverted fantasy for this long. Talking dirty was one thing, actually being dirty was another.
I pleaded with Ashley to open her eyes; I'd die if she couldn't look me in the face anymore.
Her head rolled backward, her eyes slowly opened. She muttered, "I'm so sorry."
I was flabbergasted. "Sorry? What are you sorry for?"
"I came. I came so fucking hard. Even though you told me I couldn't touch myself, I came anyway. Am I still a bad girl?"
It was almost impossible for me to contain my smile. She was just so damn sexy. It was also a relief knowing I hadn't screwed up our relationship.
Cupping her chin, I tried to get back into my role. It wasn't easy playing the tough guy when I wanted to hug her like a teddy bear. "Yes, you're still a very bad girl. And it seems you still have a dirty mouth. I think it's time I clean it."
"Help me be a good girl. I want you to be proud of me. Teach me a lesson. Do whatever it takes."
I grabbed a handful of her wet hair. With my other hand, I held my cock steady. "Open your mouth for me, babe. I should've done this hours ago. Have you suck my cock dry before I picked up your friends. Maybe I could've had you suck my cock while I was driving to Lillian's house. Give you a big load right before dinner and a movie. I'm sure they would've liked seeing my cum running down your lips when you greeted them. Then they'd know how bad you really are when they smell my cum from your dirty mouth."
Ashley purred and hissed. Her lips deformed into a hellish smile. Fire raged in her eyes. She was lost. Lost between the fantasy of being under my control and the scenario I embedded in her sex-crazed mind. The scenario was just a fantasy to me too, but to her... who knew what she might have done with the thought.
My sister couldn't keep her good and bad girl persona separate any longer. Her words pleaded for redemption, her voice begged for corruption. "Oh god, yes. My friends have no idea how bad I am. They don't know how badly I want cum, how badly I crave cum, how badly I need cum. If they find out how bad I really am, they'd make fun of me forever. My friends are good girls unlike me. Help me be more like them. I want to be good again."
Her mouth wasn't open enough for me to move onto the next phase. "Let me see your tongue. Open up, nice and wide. Good, just like that. Good girl." With her tongue hanging over her chin, she opened her mouth until I could see her tonsils.
Instead of thrusting into her mouth, I turned her head sideway and nudged my cock into her right cheek. Precum leaked onto her skin but was quickly washed away before I could take in the view. Centering her, I traced her upper lip with my cock. More precum leaked from the slit. She moved forward, attempting to engulf my meat. I pulled her hair back to keep her head still, but I couldn't stop her tongue from flicking the underside.
It felt so heavenly, I almost conceded and gave Ashley what she wanted. Finally, after a busy night of making new friends, I had my cock out in the open. Let her take it into her mouth, go to town with it. I had what she needed. It would be easy to let her blow me to an orgasm. I was already on the verge from just the ministrations of her tongue.
But wait a minute. This wasn't right at all; this couldn't be what she really wanted. She wouldn't want me to give in this easily. That would ruin everything we had built up. What she really wanted me to do was fight her for it. "It" being control. Even when she was tied up, she knew she had more control than me. That with just her tongue she could wrap me around her tiny finger. She was taunting me again, daring me again. Just like at the water fountain. Instead of seeing if I had the guts to chase after her, see was seeing if I had the balls to let her chase after me.
Ashley and I understood I was going to cum in her mouth eventually. That was something we both wanted. However, it was only going to happen on my terms, when I was ready for it. I had control this time. It was my turn to set the rules.
Smirking to myself, I turned her head in the other direction and jabbed my cock into her left cheek. Her cheek caved in from the force, but she showed no sign of dislike. Rather, she rolled her tongue into her mouth and pressed it against the inside of her cheek, staving off my cock.
We played a game of tug-o-war, except we pushed instead of pulled. I had the advantage since my cock was rock hard compared to her flexible tongue, but I let her fend me off for the time being. There were more important matters I needed to attend to.
I turned her face to me and slanted her head back. Taking a small step forward, I laid the length of my cock on her face. My shaft rested parallel to the bridge of her nose with my balls on her chin. Her tongue snaked out to lick what she could of me. If she made any sudden movements, or caused me to make any sudden movements, my cock would have poked her right in the eye. "I didn't say you could use your tongue yet."
Ashley reclaimed some of her innocence. "I'm so sorry. I try my hardest to follow instructions. I just get carried away sometimes. Your balls taste so yummy, and your cock tastes even better. And your cum... mmm, that's the tastiest of all."
"I see what you mean by getting carried away. Keep your mouth open for me." I aimed my cock at her spread lips. "Tell me why you're a bad girl."
"I'm a cocktease."
"Who have you been teasing?"
"My big brother."
"Is there any other reason why you're a bad girl?"
"Yes, there is. I have a dirty mouth. A very, very dirty mouth."
"And what am I going to do about it?"
"You are going to put your cock in my mouth and wash it out."
"You know what I'm going to wash it out with?"
She hesitated for a moment. "No."
"I'm going to cum in your mouth and make sure get a big, hot load of my thick sperm. You're going to rinse with it and make sure your entire mouth is covered in white. Then when I tell you to, you're going to swallow it all. How does that sound?"
"Sounds like the perfect punishment for a bad girl like me."
"Well done. It's not too late for you to be redeemed after all. Now, before I go on, tell me from the very beginning why we're doing this."

To Be Cont.......

[jay]

Ashley

Update-43


Nothing could have prepared me for the verbal assault that followed.
"I need to be punished because I'm a slutty cocktease who loves teasing the hell out of my hunky brother until he's ready to blow a gallon of hot cum from his hard fuck stick. I'm so naughty, I let him walk around in public for five long hours with a humungous boner ready to rip through his pants and ravage my dirty mouth. I love it when he undresses me with his eyes while he has no chance of unloading his milky cream all over his dear, sweet whore. But my big brother is stronger than I thought and now he has his wanton cocksucker tied up on her knees, ready to give her smutty mouth a good reaming so he could wash it out with a never-ending supply of his yummy, gooey spunk. He's going to make me gurgle his creamy jizz until it froths in my mouth and bubbles out my blowjob lips. But being the good little slut I am, I have to scoop it all back into my mouth so I don't waste a single drop of my master's delicious semen. So hurry and give me your cock. Choke me with it. I'm ready for you, big brother. I want hard cock now. Give it to me, give it to--mmmph!"
Lunging forward, I pulled her head down and slammed my cock into her vulgar mouth. It was a miracle I didn't cum the instant my balls crashed into her chin. I recklessly stabbed her with my meat. She coughed and gagged at the severe penetration, unable to keep her lips closed around me for any longer than a millisecond. Her saliva, drenching my cock, drooled down to my nuts, only to be cleansed by the shower water.
Ashley rolled her tongue out, licking the underside as I drilled into her hot mouth. I sputtered incoherently, grunted in bestial fury. If I had spoken in words, even she would have been offended by the things I wanted to call her. Over and over again my steely rod invaded her wet orifice. Her face turned bright red, her eyes bolted shut. I went faster with my powerful thrusts, giving her the hard cock she so desperately wanted. If sister wanted to be my loving nymph, I was more than willing to treat her like one.
"Oh fuck, close your mouth. Suck on it." She tried to inhale my cock as I slammed into her, but I struck with such force, she couldn't breathe and had to slack her jaw. I stopped my thrusts with half my cock still in her mouth.
"Let me see your lips wrap around my prick." She sealed her lips and sucked hard, like she was drinking a thick milkshake through a narrow straw. "Oooh, that's a good girl. Do you want me to stop your punishment?"
She opened her eyes as she rocked her head side to side.
Relieved she wanted me to keep going, I growled, "Answer me properly. I want to hear you." She mumbled no around my cock. "Use your tongue and lick the tip. Do you like the taste of my precum?" This time she mumbled a distorted yes. "Relax your throat. I want to go in deep."
My sister curled her lips into an obscene smile, her precious face defiled by my cock. I pushed in and felt the barrier protecting her throat. "C'mon, babe, relax for me. Let me get my cock in there."
She re-closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and inhaled. I began to push, holding her head in place with both of my hands. The barrier broke away and I delved a little deeper, entering her throat. With most of my cock in, I stayed still, allowing her to get accustomed to the intrusion. I counted to five, then pulled completely out of her mouth, leaving her panting for more.
"Get ready for it again," I hastily warned.
She repeated her start-up process for another helping of my cock. I pushed into her throat until there was less than an inch of my shaft not enveloped by her lips. I stayed longer this time, counting up to ten. She wheezed and snorted as I retreated, her saliva bridging my cock to her lips. Spying her enlarged nipples, I reached down to give them a pinch.
"Oooh, tweak my nipples," she cooed.
I twisted the pink stubs and tugged them from her chest, her boobs stretching into a cone shape. When I relinquished my grasp, her tits sprung back into position with a small jiggle. I pressed my thumbs against the hard caps, driving them into her flesh. Quivering and moaning, Ashley reveled in the crude treatment I was giving her. I stopped what I was doing and stepped away. Taking three seconds to tilt the showerheads behind me so they wouldn't wash over my shoulders and her face, I grabbed a hold of my shaft.
With her mouth wide open, I returned to my sister and slapped my bulbous cock head onto her lips. "No more holding back. Get ready for all of it."
She licked the precum dribbling onto her lip and hurriedly gulped it down. Opening her eyes, a mix of hazel and red, she sluttishly spat, "Ram your fucking cock down my throat."
God damn, was my baby girl going to get a fierce reaming from me. Before I could slam my hips into her with the force of a freight train, she dove forward and swallowed my entire cock in one mouthful. Her throat muscles clamped around me as her nose depressed into my crotch. Fully inside of her, her tongue was able to lick my bloated balls.
Receding from her face, I gripped her golden hair into two long pigtails, then hammered my cock back into her mouth. One thrust, two thrusts, twenty thrusts. I was unrelenting in my frenzied onslaught. My thickness lodged into her throat, the head secreting oil directly into her stomach. I kept screwing her face--dare I say it, even fucking her face--never taking out more than half my cock. She tried to keep her eyes open, to show me the fervent lust consuming her soul, but the brute force of my thrusts was too much for her. Soon my thrusts came so rapidly, she just kept her eyes shut and concentrated on not suffocating around my shaft. Amazingly, she found a way to breathe in the miniscule second I wasn't blocking her airway.
"Oh shit, babe, I'm going to cum so fucking hard. Do you want to taste my spunk?" I could barely hear Ashley's answer through the sloshing sounds of my oral rape. "Tell me, baby, I can't hear you." Her cry sounded louder but not any clearer. "Answer me. I still can't hear you."
Wildly shaking her head, scraping my cock with her teeth, my sister screamed her muffled answer. "Meeemph!" Whether she wanted it or not, whether she was ready for it or not, I was going to give her the biggest load of cum she'd ever receive.
Dislodging from her throat, my cock laying on her tongue, I exploded from the sheer overload of debauchery and pleasure. The first creamy blast was like a shotgun shell fired at point-blank range, splashing off the back of her mouth and onto my cock head. I fired one thick burst after another, coating her mouth with my syrupy seed. Steadying her head, I emptied my balls until they were nothing more but excess skin. Her jaw brimmed with my spunk, her cheeks puffed like a balloon. My cock became sticky with the massive amount of cum she was storing in her mouth. I bucked my hips, churning the batch of fresh semen into a bubbling mess. Ashley coughed some of my cream out the corner of her mouth, looking exactly like the slutty bad girl she wanted to be.
When I stopped adding to the pool of cum, she fastened her lips around my cock. I slowly pulled out, her lips scraping off the cum pasted on my shaft. I extracted my cock head with a pop, successfully freeing myself without wasting another drop.
My sister tilted her head back as I let go of her hair. Her lower jaw shifted in small circles, like she was chewing on peanut butter. My gelatin knees almost unbuckled from exhaustion. Leaning onto the wall behind me, I thumped my chest to get my lungs functioning again.
"Holy shit," I huffed, "I have never came so much before. That was fucking incredible, sis."
Ashley couldn't answer me with her mouth full of cum. She looked so serene with the water running down her breasts, yet oh-so naughty with her hands behind her back and the portable showerhead still spraying her pussy. When she opened her mouth, I moved closer to get a better look.
As she awakened, I could see my smile reflecting in her eyes. They were no longer red and angry. I pressed my palm to her warm cheek. "That's a lot of cum, isn't it, babe?" My sister smiled the best she could without spilling any. "Rinse your mouth with my cum," I ordered, my voice having lost most of its sternness. "Make it a good show for me."
Ashley did not disappoint. Her mouth opened and she rinsed with my cum like she'd told me she would. Gargling sounds could barely be heard through the thick goo, which soon turned into a foamy, seething fluid. Her tongue was completely submerged in my gunk. Bubbles formed and popped over her lips. Droplets almost escaped out the corners of her mouth. It was "cleaner" than the facial I wanted to give her, but still shamelessly indecent.
I tipped her chin higher. "That's enough rinsing. Ready to swallow?"
My impure sister didn't bother replying. Locking our eyes together, she fastened her lips and swallowed her first morsel of rich cum. Her throat contracted with each additional gulp, a constant stream of batter traveling down to her stomach.
When her mouth was emptied of my cum, Ashley smacked her lips together and let out a satisfied sigh. Her tongue slithered over her lips, making sure not to miss the teensiest drop. Once all of my cum was in her belly, she said in her sweet, teenybopper voice, "Thank you so much for your yummy cum. My mouth feels so clean now. I don't feel like saying bad things anymore. Have I been punished enough? Am I your perfect little princess again?"
"No, not even close." I walked around behind her. "Your mouth isn't dirty anymore but the rest of you still needs to be cleaned." I pulled the showerhead from between her legs and unraveled the knot, freeing my sister from her bond. "Get up and turn around. Let me see your sexy body."
Ashley had trouble standing from having been on her knees for so long. I held her arms and aided her to her feet. Cuddling her to my chest, I whispered, "Are you okay? Should I stop what I'm doing?"
"No, Bry, don't." She spun around to face me, holding my neck in her hands. "I want you to clean me. I don't think I have the energy to do it on my own."
"Okay, Ash, I can do that for you."
She smiled her angelic smile, faultless in purity. The atmosphere in the shower had changed so drastically. It was as if the water was cleansing us of our perversity, leaving only our affection for each other.
Fondling her by the waist, I drew our faces closer together, guided by her hands to her waiting mouth. Our lips touched, her tender flesh akin to feathery pillows. Ashley ran her fingers through my hair. Her moans accompanied her tongue into my mouth. She entwined her tongue around mine, transferring to me to the salty tang of fresh semen. I recoiled at the astonishing flavor, but my tongue had nowhere to hide inside my mouth.
I thought about pushing myself away. On more than one occasion I had briefly tasted my cum in her mouth, though the taste had never been this strong. It was almost too much for me to keep from feeling queasy. Not that I couldn't stomach the saltiness, but I had a mental restraint imposed upon me that I shouldn't be tasting this.
Ashley realized my discomfort and backed away from me. "Maybe I should have rinsed with some water first."
"No, I, um..." Immediately I regretted my unwillingness to do something as trivial as tasting my own cum. Trivial, at least, compared to the other stuff we'd done. My sister had always been eager to partake in whatever sexual act we found ourselves in; it should only be fair I showed the same eagerness.
Instead of finishing my poor excuse, I yanked her body to me. My tongue easily slid between her open lips. Ashley giggled, bringing a smile to my face she couldn't see through our kiss. I explored her mouth, tasting her saliva and the remnants of my cum. This time I didn't flinch from the taste. I just hugged her tighter as her nipples poked my chest. Scooping her butt cheeks, I lifted my baby girl off her feet. Her legs flailed as she broke our kiss, laughing the way she had done so at the mall.
I gingerly put her down and moved an arm's length away, admiring her from the top of her golden hair to her cute wiggly toes. "Ready for a rubdown, babe?"
She arched her back, her breasts on glorious display. "Do you want to wash my front or back first?"
"Front." I didn't want to wait another second to get my hands on her wonderful tits. Snatching the shower supplies from earlier, I got the scrub nice and bubbly with body wash. Starting at her collarbone, I scrubbed to her left shoulder then reversed to her right. In circular motions, I polished down to her breasts.
I washed around her left nipple first. Her lightly-colored areolas, about the size of a quarter, were almost invisible under the current lighting condition. Between all the different bras she owned, not one of them left any sort of mark on her skin. No tan lines, nicks, or scratches. Purely a healthy skin tone throughout. They looked so healthy, I quickly found myself closing my lips around her nipple without any consideration.
"Oooh, play with my titty. Suck it for me, Tiger. A little harder. I want to feel it."
Her instructions were unnecessary, for I was already devouring her soft mound. I felt her hands clasp my head, holding me firmly against her. Licking around her nipple, I occasionally tossed in a hard suck, which never failed to incite an aroused moan. Still savoring her flesh in my mouth, I blindly washed her right breast.
"Mmm, yes... that feels so nice. Clean my titties. Use your tongue all over me. Taste how dirty I am. Use your teeth, too. Bite my nipple. Yeah, just like that. Ow, ow, oh fuck. Don't stop, Tiger, keep doing it. Fuck, you're an animal. Now do it to my right titty."
I gave her breast a farewell kiss before switching to the other one. While I cleaned her abs with the scrub, I carried out a repeat performance of suckling and licking on her tit. Her vivid play-by-play commentary was continuous as I washed her loins. Departing from her breast, I kissed my down her navel until I was on my knees. She let go of my head so I could better admire her pussy, which was pink and engorged from the hot water that had been spraying it during my blowjob. I washed her legs and her outer pussy lips, keeping my eyes on her sex the entire time. With her skin smelling of green apples, I stood up.
There was a pout on Ashley's lips. "What's wrong, sis? Didn't I do a good job of cleaning you?"
"Yes, I suppose..." Her voice trailed off as she turned around. She whisked her hair away, exposing smooth skin from her neck to her heels. "Okay, backside now."
I poured extra body gel onto the scrub and meticulously rubbed it down her shoulders to the deep curvature leading to her butt cheeks. Her hips flared from the slimmest part of her waist in a slender hourglass shape, her butt flared from her lower back in two perfect spheres. I squeezed the scrub over her spectacular ass, watching the bubbles cascade down her shapely legs.
As the bubbles ticked her anus, Ashley flexed in her muscles. She giggled softly and leaned forward, placing her palms on the shower wall, her butt protruding outward to me. Her ass looked bigger and more spectacular with her bent at the waist. I dropped the scrub and settled my hands on each cheek.
My sister peered over her right shoulder to me. "Brian?"
I kneaded her rotund flesh. "Yes, sis?"
"Do you agree with what Alyson said earlier tonight?"
The only thing I could think about at that moment was Ashley's ass. Any prior event was lost on me. "Agree with what?"
"When we were showing off our swimwear, she said I have a nice ass. Do you really think so?"
"Nope, you don't have a nice ass." She frowned, her eyes showing definite signs of confusion. "You have a great ass," I clarified. "The most perfect ass in the world."
Her frown disappeared. "I never thought my ass was very big."
"It isn't huge if that's what you mean, but it is very smooth and curvy. I can get a handful of it too, so that's a bonus."
"Do you think my ass is my best feature?"
"No, it's not your best feature." There was no confusion in her eyes this time; she may have thought I was kidding again. "Ashley, you have the most beautiful face. If I were to describe to my friends how gorgeous you are, I'd go on for hours talking about just your facial features. I'd tell them every little detail, from your cute button nose to the adorable dimples in your cheeks when you smile. As stunning as your body is, it's always your face that catches my eyes first. No one will ever look like you, so I want to admire your face for as long as I can, whenever I can. Though if it makes you feel any better, your ass comes in a very close second."
Ashley blushed substantially. "You're such a sweet talker." She stepped in place on her toes, her butt swaying. "Now get down on your knees and finish what you started."
I gave her ass a light slap. "Yes, ma'am!"
Now was as good a time as ever to get acquainted with my sister's rear. Using the towel to cushion my knees, I sat down to eye level with her rosebud. I hurriedly cleaned the back of her legs, going over them once, and cast my attention to my prize.

To Be Cont.........