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[jay]

Ashley

Update-44


While I pulled her left cheek to the side, Ashley reached behind to pull her right. Presented to me was the dark pinkish rim of her anus, possibly more virgin than her pussy. Whereas my tongue and plenty of fingers had taken refuge inside her womb, her ass was, at least to my knowledge, untouched by anything but water and toilet paper.
I had to find out if that was really the case. "Ash, has anything ever been inside your ass?"
Surprisingly to me, the question seemed to have surprised her. She tripped over a few syllables before plainly saying, "No... nothing."
Her answer encouraged me. I may have been late to pop her cherry, but my sister was still very chaste when it came to actual sex. I quickly came to a resolution: to deflower her untapped anus before the night ended. And what better place was there to deflower her dirtiest hole than in the cleanest, most private room in our whole house.
I wasted no time in dabbing the shower scrub between her butt cheeks. I squeezed it in my hand while rubbing up and down her crevice. Her anus clenched shut from the bubbles daring to seep into her.
When the scrub produced nothing more than water, I set it aside and looked around for the portable showerhead I had carelessly left somewhere. The apparatus was pointlessly shooting at the wall behind me, and I nabbed it to make better use of the water. Aiming the nozzle at her butt, I cleaned her with a direct spray. Despite our hands holding her cheeks apart, her muscles tensed, blocking passage to her anus.
"Ash, relax your body. It's only water."
"I know, but it tickles so much. I can't help it. Why are you cleaning inside of my butt anyway?"
I disregarded her question; she'd understand in a minute. "It's mind over matter, babe. Just concentrate on anything but what I'm doing and you won't squeeze your butt in."
She smiled down at me with my face hidden behind her bum. "How do you know that?"
"That's how it always is with these things." Easier said than done, of course, since I hadn't been effective in putting that idea in practice. First when she cleaned my butt, second when I tasted my cum in her mouth.
I aimed the nozzle at her rosebud again. Her hole closed in just as quickly, but as I held the showerhead still, it slowly opened. "Babe, can you hold your butt apart for me and bend down more?" Not bothering to ask why, she did as I instructed.
With my hands free I cranked up the strength of the water burst. My sister immediately felt the difference. "Oh god, what are you doing?"
For a second I thought about stopping. "Does it feel uncomfortable?"
"No, it's... okay. It sort of feels funny. What are you trying to do?"
Calmly I replied, "Trying to clean you from the inside out."
"But why are you--oooh..."
I pushed my left forefinger into her wet pussy. "'Why am I' what?" I asked, pumping my digit to the knuckle.
"Why are you... ahhh fuck."
I crooked my finger and spread her pussy open. "No more talking. I promise you'll enjoy this."
Believing her anus was clean enough for what I wanted to do next, I set aside the showerhead and inched my face toward her rear. Steadying my finger inside her pussy, I penetrated her ass with my tongue.
"Ah shit. What are you... holy fuck, I can't believe you're licking my ass."
Her sphincter only allowed the tip of tongue to enter her narrow opening, but that didn't discourage me in my efforts to set her off. To make up for my inability to fully enter her ass, I finger fucked her pussy with renewed intensity. I swept my tongue across her anus while strumming her clit between my right fingers.
"Oh god, don't stop, don't stop. This feels so good. Fuck my pussy, rub my clitty, tongue my ass. Oooh, what are you doing to me, Tiger? Stick another finger in my pussy. Yesss, that's what I want to feel. Now a third one. Fuck my pussy with another finger. Ah shit, that's a good boy. Do you like the taste of my asshole? Does it taste dirty? Oh fuck... oh fuck... I'm going to... ahhh fucking yes!"
In less than a minute, my kindling sent jolts of orgasmic pleasure through every fiber of her being. Falling forward, my sister wailed at the tiled wall, jutting her ass into my face. Her pussy tightened around my fingers. Cum, hotter than a burning light bulb, flooded out. I pulled away, replacing my fingers in her pussy with my tongue. I thirstily lapped her heated juices.
The change in sensation startled my climaxing sister. Her butt pushed against me, almost knocking me onto my back. I held her waist to pacify her shuddering body, and to give me something reliable to hold onto.
It was difficult to tell when her orgasm truly stopped and how much of the liquid I was drinking was merely water. As I moved away from her ass, the shower washed my face of her fluids.
Ashley tiredly lifted her limp body. "Wow... I can't believe you did that."
"Why not? I like to get down and dirty every once in a while."
"I didn't think you'd be comfortable with doing something like licking my ass."
"I'll admit the idea freaked me out a little at first, but if you're willing to try new things, then so should I."
Ashley giggled under her breath. "So, did you enjoy it?"
"Yeah, loved it. It helps that you have such a nice, firm ass for me to bury my face in."
"You said I didn't have a nice ass."
"You have a great, firm ass," I corrected. "I can't believe you actually came, though. Especially that quickly."
"Well sorry, mister," she sarcastically replied. "It was pretty wild the way you licked my ass while you fingered my pussy and frigged my clit. My body can't handle all that at the same time."
My ego swelled at her words. "Maybe, but I thought your clit might have been too desensitized to be so excitable. From the showerhead, I mean."
"It sort of is desensitized. I really can't feel much from it."
"Oh, so I broke your pussy?"
Ashley played along. "Yes, you sure did. Now how am I supposed to get any sexual satisfaction?"
"I have a backup plan for an emergency like this. Worked once already, didn't it? Pull your ass apart for me."
She stayed against the wall for another minute before regaining the energy to pry her cheeks open. I prodded her anus with my right index finger. Her muscles reactively tightened. Unlike with the water spray, I could push my way in, and I slowly inserted my finger up to the first joint.
"Oooh wow, keep going, Tiger."
Her tightness practically squeezed the blood out of my finger. Pushing to the second joint, I feared I may get stuck in her ass. I could have seen the headlines already: "Firefighters Remove Boy's Finger from Sister's Butt." Though it may need to be shortened a little bit.
"Oh fuck," she gasped. "All the way in, all the way in."
Inserting another inch, I was as far in as my finger could reach. I curved and twisted my finger, loosening her cramped passageway.
"Holy fuck, I can feel you moving inside my ass."
"Does it feel good?"
"Oh god yes. Hurry up and stick another finger in there."
I honestly didn't think I heard her right. "What do you want me to do?"
"Stick another finger up my ass. I can take it."
Guess I heard her right after all.
Strenuously pulling out to the first joint, I lengthened my middle finger and tried to fit it in with my forefinger. I wiggled my digits against her anus, and slowly yet surely I managed to cram them both inside, all the way to the knuckle.
Ashley humped herself against my hand. In staggered breaths, she panted, "Ah fuck, my ass is getting so stretched. Pump your fingers into me. Oh, oh, just like that. In and out, in and out. God damn, that feels amazing. Stick another finger in me."
Another one? She just had her first sampling of anal penetration, now she was going the full distance.
"Okay, babe, I'll try. If it hurts, tell me and I'll pull out."
"It already hurts a little, but it hurts so good."
Man, was she a sexy lil' minx.
I partially withdrew. Extending my ring finger, I tried to squeeze it through her rear, but as much as she stretched her ass, and as hard as I pushed, I couldn't fit a third finger inside.
"You're tight as heck down here, sis. Maybe we should try this again another time with lube or something-"
"No," she snapped. "Right now. No more waiting." Taking matters into her own hands, she spread her legs apart, bent down lower, and nearly ripped her ass open as her fingers clawed into her cheeks. "C'mon, Tiger, do it. Stick another finger in there."
I gulped my mouth dry. Despite having been in the sauna-like humidity for so long, my temperature must have risen another ten degrees, and if it weren't for the hot water flowing over me, I may have actually been sweating.
Bent at the waist, feet spread well past her shoulders, Ashley was presenting to me the most mouthwatering, cushiony piece of ass I'd ever laid eyes on. Her spherical curves, forming two hills that dipped into a crevice, made her marvelous butt appear in the shape of a succulent, ripe peach. A peach that she wanted me to split wide open with not just a finger or two, but with three. Needless to say, my cock was more than fully erect and capable of causing serious harm if I didn't watch where I swing it.
She interrupted my pondering. "What are you waiting for? Do I have to do it myself?"
As tempting as it may have been to let my sister personally finger her own ass, doing it myself was even more so. "No, that won't be necessary. I take back what I said about your ass, though. You don't have a great one." Standing up from my strained knees, I held her waist and rammed my ring finger against her pucker, unintentionally pushing her forward. The finger squeezed in with the first two, causing her to yelp and nearly jump into the air. "That's because you have an extraordinary ass."
"Holy shit, I feel so damn full. My asshole is completely stretched."
"Yeah, I can see that."
Ashley wasn't exaggerating in the least. One finger was enough to make her look stuffed, but three made it look like she could have broke in half. Very, very cautiously, I pistoned my fingers in and out of her ass.
She let go of her cheeks and prepped her palms on the wall, and then turned her head to watch my fingers. Her face contorted into a dozen awkward grimaces. Pain, pleasure, shock, solace, her emotions swapping back and forth every second. Gradually the pressure around my fingers diminished. Her ass shimmied as I punctured her hole. Her expression stabilized to a tranquil grin.
After a few more thrusts, Ashley started to react to me. As my fingers slid into her, she pushed her ass against my hand, and as my fingers retreated, she pulled away. We continued with this rhythm, increasing in vigor every time we collided into each other.
Eventually my thumb and pinky began to cramp from being bent for so long. I pointed the last of my fingers out, and quickly came up an idea to put them to use. Holding my hand vertically, I aimed my pinky at her pussy. On the next full penetration, my pinky slipped right in.
A gunshot went off in my head. Like a car going full throttle over the starting line, I raced to set my sister on a crash course to another orgasm. Pinching her left nipple with my other hand, I pounded my fingers into her pussy and ass. Slap after slap, flesh against flesh, I penetrated both her holes with savage ferocity.
I thought I had seen, and heard, the limit to Ashley's hysteria when she has an orgasm, but I was dead wrong. She belted out a tremendous scream capable of shattering every glass in the neighborhood. Her powerful lungs sustained her high-pitched yell for what seemed like an eternity. But I refused to let her lose her voice in peace.
I sped up my thrusts. Her body rocked uncontrollably between the wall and me. Ashley came hard, harder than I had ever seen. Cum squirted from her pussy like a fountain. It looked as if she was peeing, but maybe it just seemed that way because of the shower water. Her body convulsed violently as her shrieking abruptly ceased, but her mouth remained open, screaming a deaf scream.
When Ashley stopped trembling from her orgasm, I slumped away from her red ass, almost tripping on the showerhead. She declined to her knees, panting heavily. With breaths louder than hers, I put away the shower supplies and turned off the water. The glass doors of the stall were entirely fogged up. I opened them, noticing the wall separating the bathroom was too.
I kneeled beside my baby sis. "Can you get up?" Her head leaned against my shoulder. I took as an indication she couldn't and aided her to a small stool outside the stall. "Let's get you dried up, babe."
Using a yellow towel, I softly dried her golden hair to the scalp, being careful not to give her an unwanted noogie. Her eyes followed my hands as I dabbed the towel over her flushed face and body. She held her arms up so I could dry beneath them, and then stood up so I could finish off with her legs. She thanked me as I dried myself with a different towel.
Once I was finished, I wrapped the towel around my waist, a noticeable bulge in front. Ashley wrapped hers around her chest. Her towel didn't reach low enough to cover her loins.
We scooped our clothes from the floor and headed out the bathroom. A small wooden clock in the hallway let me know it was past one o'clock.
I assumed the night was over and kissed Ashley on the cheeks outside her bedroom door. "Good night, Ash. I'll see you first thing in the morning."
"Wait." She gripped my wrists. "Let me get dressed and I'll come to your room."
It had been a while since we slept in the same bed, and although our whole family would be home the following morning, I really wanted Ashley in my arms that night. "Okay, I'll be waiting."
We quietly parted paths and entered our respective rooms. I tossed my laundry into a basket, hopped into my Kermit boxers, and waited in bed for my sister to arrive.
She knocked on my door three minutes later.
"Why'd you knock, sis? My door is open."
"Habit, I suppose." She locked the door and tiptoed across my carpeted floor to my bed.
In the minutes we were apart, Ashley had forgotten to get dressed in anything appropriate. Instead, she was more naked than when she was in the hallway. Her towel was wrapped around her hair and a pair of fuzzy pink rabbit slippers were at her feet.
"You call that getting dressed?"
"It's dressy enough." Laying to my left, she pulled my blanket over her, though left her breasts on display. "Why are the lights off?"
I moved onto my hip so I could gaze down on her. "You want to sleep with them on?"
"Of course not, but I'm not ready to sleep yet. Are you?"
"No, I'm not either," I yawned.
She slapped me lightly on the shoulder. "Then what was that?''
"What was what?"
"You just yawned."
"Oh. Maybe I am a little sleepy. But if you're not ready to sleep, then what did you have in mind?"
"Talk."
"Talk? I guess I can stay up a little longer." I illuminated my room with a dim orange glow. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I want to thank you."
"For popping your anal cherry? I should be thanking you. It was a lot of fun."
"Not that, you dork. I meant earlier, with my friends. You were fantastic this evening. Thank you so much for everything."
"I should be thanking you for dragging me out of the house. I had a great time with you and your friends. They're fun girls to hang out with."
"They'll appreciate hearing that."
"I have to admit, when I first saw them, I thought they were the stereotypical popular girls who ruled high school with an iron fist. But it didn't take me long to realize that, since you're friends with them, they must be really good people, or else you wouldn't give them the time of day. Tonight, I got to confirm how cool they really are."
Ashley smiled at my observation. "They'll appreciate hearing that too, although we're not as popular as you think."
"I find that hard to believe. Guys should be falling head over heels for you and your friends. None of the girls I can remember from high school could match the beauty of your little group. You four should be getting asked out on dates left and right."
"We get asked out pretty often, and we know we're attractive; we've seen how guys look us. It's just that, we're not cheerleaders, athletes, or presidents of any clubs. People see us around campus and wonder what our names are, but we don't have any sort reputation to uphold. We're just four teenagers trying to survive high school, and now that those years are over with, we want to make the most of the summer before heading off to the real world."
"The real world isn't as exciting as it seems. I'm two years into it and look where I am now, chatting with my sister in my bedroom."
Ashley beamed a more cheerful smile. "Yeah, you're probably right. You'll be around to help me, won't you?"
"You know it. Just say my name and I'll come running."
"Goodie, because I'm going be saying your name a lot, mostly in ways mommy and daddy wouldn't want their dearest princess to."
My sister teased me more about what we were doing behind our parents' back. I didn't have the heart to tell her about mom's suspicions from a few nights ago when I overheard mom and dad commenting on her intriguing selection of underwear. Regardless of Ashley's playful remarks, our parents weren't quite as oblivious to her adulthood as she may have believed.

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

[jay]

Ashley

Update-46


I was more than content with calling it a night, but if she wanted to take care of my erection, I wouldn't deny her the opportunity. Ashley kept her focus on the three inches that appeared over her hand. She was precise in her movements: her thumb gently lathered precum over the sensitive head; her forefinger traced the vein that spiraled around my shaft; her eyes were keen on the glowing red knob she pointed to herself. It was as though she was sizing me up for the first time, except she did it with more attention than her actual first time.
"Bry, lie down for me and don't move."
"Um, I'm already lying down."
"I mean for what I'm about to do next. Just don't move, okay? Let me take it slowly, at my pace."
"Okay..." Her soft tone had me curious as to what she wanted to do next.
Ashley swung her leg across my stomach and squatted over me, putting her left hand on my chest to support herself. Looking over her shoulder, she grabbed my cock in her other hand and pointed it straight up.
Instantly my eyes magnified, my jaw dropped. There was no way I was really seeing this.
A dream. That's what this was, a surreal, magnificent dream. I had fallen asleep beside my naked sister and now I was dreaming she was easing herself down; dreaming her shaking hand was guiding me to her entrance; dreaming my cock clumsily bumped into the membrane separating her anus and her pussy.
Wait a minute, this couldn't have been a dream. I felt that. I felt her body, her moisture. And her hands. How did I not feel her burning touch sooner? This wasn't a dream, this was really happening.
She winced, her lower lip hidden beneath her teeth, her hazel orbs hidden beneath her eyelids. Our organs were barely making any contact yet she looked to be in more pain than any amount of fingers inside her rear. Whimpering profusely, she lowered herself onto me with the grace of a baby taking her first step.
I held my breath as my cock pushed into her tight hole. It stretched open for me, allowing the first inch of my cock to enter my sister.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing, feeling, and doing. To think that I had wanted to go to sleep! No siree, sleep was the last thing on my mind now. I was finally inside my sister... inside my sister's asshole.
"Oh my god," she gasped, "you're fucking me. Your cock is fucking me. You're fucking my ass."
Fucking was probably too strong a word to describe what we were doing. Ashley was as steady as a statue as she grew accustomed to the feeling of my cock inside of her butt.
"Oh jeez, Ash, you're so tight," I exhaled. "This is... this is amazing."
If it felt this amazing with just the first inch inside of her, what would it have felt like with the whole thing? Fortunately I didn't have to wonder for long as she descended down my shaft. Slowly, strenuously, my cock disappeared inside of her. The warm, constricting pressure of her butt was immense; it felt as thought she could have snapped my cock in two, like a twig in the hands of a wrestler.
Ashley squealed as her butt bottomed out on my thighs. She meditated on top of me, her anus conforming to the shape of my cock. Hands on my abs, she gradually pushed herself upward. The strong tension coaxed my precum into her bowel. She dropped back down to the hilt, almost rubbing the skin off my cock.
"Oooh, ow, ow, ow," she sobbed. "Too fast, I shouldn't have done that."
I laughed sparingly. Maybe it was a little mean to poke fun, but with my baby girl sitting on my cock, nothing could have brought me down from cloud nine. "Do you want me to hold you up?"
"Give me a minute to get used to this. I've never had anything in my ass before tonight and now I have your prick up there." She moved halfway up and slid down gentler than before. "Holy fuck, how can pornstars stick ten inch dildos up their asses?"
I didn't think I'd ever heard Ashley mention "pornstars" and "dildos" before, much less in the same sentence. "What do you know about that subject?" I playfully inquired.
Keeping with her gentle descents, she seemed to have found a comfortable pace and rode me in what looked like slow-motion. "I've watched my fair share of porn on my laptop."
This was one subject I had some knowledge on. "What type of stuff do you watch?"
"The good stuff," she squeaked, dropping down fast. "Oooh, ow, not ready for that yet."
Holding Ashley's waist, I tickled her silky smooth skin on the upstrokes. "Define 'good stuff' for me."
A small smile hinted on her lips. "The girl scenes. Solo with big toys."
It was so bizarre talking to my sweet little angel about porn while she impaled herself on my cock. Though she had professed she masturbated, I had no details on how she went about the deed. "Do you have any toys I don't know of?"
With every change of vertical direction, her face altered into a new visage while her head tilted at a new angle. "No... if I did, my ass wouldn't be so damn tight. God, your cock is thick."
I wasn't very into religion, but good Lord it was miracle I didn't cum yet. "With the way you give oral and talk sometimes, I figured you'd be into the raunchier scenes."
She smirked. "You really like talking about sex."
"You might now a thing or two about physics, but I know a few more about porn."
"Yet this is a new experience for you, and for me."
"Knowing isn't quite the same as doing," I admitted.
"Well, I'm happy I'm your first."
"I'm happy you're my first too."
"And I'm also happy you're my first."
"I'm happy I'm your first too."
By taking her mind off the physical, Ashley was able to ride me faster without having to feel the uneasiness of anal entry. Her ass was now molded around my member, and she ardently increased her pace.
In perfect cadence we shared our first taste of sex. Never could I have predicted my introduction to the world of carnality be through the backdoor. Then again many things hadn't been what I expected this past week. Day after day something had happened that would change my whole outlook on life, love, my sister, and our future together. I eagerly awaited whatever else would come our way.
"Bry," she gently called, "what are you thinking about right now?"
"You, us, how much I love you and how insanely lucky I am to have been blessed with such a beautiful and sexy sister. And how fricking amazing this feels. What about you?"
There was no sign of discomfort in the way she seductively grinned at me. "I'm thinking... I need a good, hard fuck right now."
"I think I can help you with that." I bent my knees into the air behind her and held her firmly in my hands.
Ashley pushed up until only the crown of my cock was inside her. "Want me to count it down?"
"Three..."
"That was supposed to be a joke."
"Two," I laughed.
She let out a comical, exaggerated sigh. "One."
Zero.
It was deja vu all over again--almost. I pulled her ass to me while I bucked my hips. Our bodies slapped together with the sound of a firecracker igniting. Just as our flesh made contact, we separated, only to crash into each other with more intensity than the last.
Up and down, up and down, Ashley bounced in those two directions continuously. Her nipples drew tiny circles in the air, her blonde hair bobbed over her face. On the upstrokes her eyes would be shrouded by her golden bangs; on the downstroke they would be visible through thin strands of hair.
My sister mumbled inaudibly as my cock impaled her. She moved her right hand from my stomach to her loins, rubbing her protruding clit. I mimicked her gesture by moving a hand to her steamy pussy. I spread her outer lips apart with my index and middle fingers between them. Even in the midst of our fucking, I could see the dark tunnel leading to her womb.
I turned my palm upright and stuck my middle finger into her. She moaned a "fuck yes" as the tempo of her anal fucking and pussy fingering increased. She bounced wildly on my cock, her hand a blur on her clit, her hair an untamed mane.
I extended my forefinger and let her drop onto it along with my middle finger. She mumbled louder in a subdued scream. "Ah fuck yeah, fuck my ass with your hard prick. Oh god, it feels so good, so fucking big. Fill my ass, Tiger, fill it with your hot cum. I want to feel your cum trickling down my legs when I sleep tonight. C'mon, Tiger, give me what I want. Give me your cum. I know I didn't swallow all of it when you fucked my mouth."
Ashley and I needed to have a serious talk the following morning--assuming we could even wake up before the sun set again. New pet names were in order because with the way my sister was riding my cock and growling obscenities, I should have been the one calling her a tiger.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck my ass. Long and deep, Tiger. All the way in, get your cock nice and cozy in there. Every night from now on, we don't sleep until you deposit a big load up my ass."
It was futile to block out her vulgarity. Her vocal cords provided a more powerful aphrodisiac than any glimpse of skin. "Ashley, what are you... fuck, I'm going to cum soon."
"Mmm, pound your cock into my ass. My ass is only here for you. It's only good for milking your fat cock until you shoot your gooey cum in me. Let me feel it, let me feel your cum. I know you want to cum inside your baby sister's ass. I bet you want to pump me full of your cum more than I do. So come on, hurry up and give me your cum. The sooner you cum inside me, the sooner you can cum inside me a second time."
The things she were spouting were enough to drive any sane man mad with desire. Sailors would have blushed red in the cheeks at her perverse words; grown men would have tented their pants at her sultry voice; first-timers to sex like me would have lost all control of their inhibitions.
I slammed Ashley down hard onto my crotch as my cock erupted like a mighty volcano, coating her inner walls with my white hot lava. She yelped, smiled lewdly, gyrated her hips against me. As my cum filled her anus, her body suddenly froze, all except for the hand abusing her clit in vicious fury.
"Oooh fuuuck, I'm cumming," Ashley howled.
In coinciding orgasms we unleashed every ounce of our sex fluids. I sprayed her innards with my sperm as she sprayed my stomach with her juices. Her anal muscles clenched my cock tighter in the throes of her climax, nearly stemming the flow of cum surging out of me.
I'd supplied her ass with a handful of thick, creamy bursts when I felt the remainder of my spunk dribbling out. Ashley, calming down from her orgasmic high, fell forward onto my chest. She nestled her head into my neck, breathing deeply onto my skin. Her hair was splayed over my lower face, tickling my chin and lips. She slid her arms beneath my body, hugging me snugly.

To Be Cont......

[jay]

Ashley

Update-47


I caressed the curvature of her back. My right hand, wet, left a trail of clear fluid on her skin; my left hand, dry, rubbed it in. I could feel my cum residing in her ass, bottled up by my cock.
"That was amazing," she whispered. "I never knew anal could feel that good. I should have been sticking things up my ass years ago."
I didn't know whether I should've been feeding her hunger or finding another way to sate her lust. "Ash, I don't mean this in a bad way, but do you listen to the stuff you say when we're having sex?"
"You mean my smutty talk? Of course I listen to myself; I like the way I sound. It makes me feel like a sex goddess or a kinky nymphomaniac. Why, does it weird you out?"
Maybe a little. "No way, I love it. It's just strange hearing it come from you when the worst I ever heard you swore before last week was a 'what the hell.'"
"You've uncaged the sexual predator within me, Tiger. I can't help it if I get a little carried way." She let out the most fearsome growl a baby kitten could make. "I wonder what my friends would think of me if they knew how much I crave sex."
"I wonder what anyone would think of you if they knew. During the day, you're everyone's favorite ray of sunshine; at night, you're my favorite little nymphet."
"I can be your favorite nymphet during the daytime too."
"Oh-ho, don't worry. I haven't forgotten about your antics from earlier this week." As those adventures replayed in my head, I could feel a growing wetness between our bodies. "Are your friends really fond of me?"
Her face obstructed my view of the ceiling. "Very," she boldly replied.
"Since when did I become a stud?"
"You're not a stud. You're just everything a girl can want in a guy."
"Yuck, why would I want to be that?"
"Oh shut up." Her pliant lips personally tended to the task of keeping my trapper shut.
Assuming the kiss would seal the end of our night, I reached behind her to lift her off me. Ashley immediately broke the kiss and halted my hands. "Wait, don't move. What are you doing?"
Startled by her urgency, I sputtered, "I'm trying to take my penis out of you."
"But you're still hard. Leave it in."
Semi-hard to be exact. "You want to sleep with us like this?"
"Who said anything about sleep? Don't you want to do this again?"
Why did I keep forgetting how insatiable her sex drive was? "You weren't kidding when you said the sooner I cum, the sooner I can do it a second time."
She nodded her head sideways. "Nope, I don't kid. I'm all serious business, mister. Especially when it comes to sex."
In less than a second, my dick enlarged to its normal, horny self.
"Oh wow, that was so cool," Ashley giggled. "I felt you harden inside of me. Do you want me-" I bear-hugged her and rolled us onto her back. "-on top," she finished. "Whew, I guess that answers it for me."
I spread her legs to either side with her knees bent. Leaning over my sister, I gripped her tiny waist and pulled out three-quarters of my length, noting the thin white lines that streaked my shaft. I slowly pushed back into her cum-filled hole. A nasty sloshing sound seeped out.
"Ohhh yeah," my sister writhed. " Plow your cock into my ass. Make your cum froth inside your baby sister."
It had been a week after the massage that initiated our descent--or should I say, ascent--into depravity, yet I didn't think I could ever get used to her sordid language. I did know, however, it never failed to turn me on, and as she spouted her profane fuck-me's and provocative moans, I took full advantage of the hot piece of ass my cock was spearing. On each plunge my thighs slapped against her with a resounding clap, her sticky anus squishing around my cock. I balanced my strokes with powerful stabs and lazy retreats.
Ashley placed her hands on my pecs. Her delicate fingers grazed my nipples as she explored my chest. "Your skin is so smooth, Bry."
I grunted between words as I hammered into her. "Sometimes I borrow your lotions when I shower.."
She laughed heartily at my revelation. "You like the smell of rosemary and mint? We need to get you something a little manlier."
"Sounds good to me," I exhaled, speeding up my thrusts.
Ashley traipsed her fingers to the back of my neck and yanked me down to her. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes, indulging in the delights only her expert tongue could give me. Our saliva swapped mouths, our noses bumped together. She wrapped her legs around me, her ass rising an inch off the bed. I penetrated downward with the aid of gravity, utilizing my weight to fuck my sister.
"Pound that ass," she heavily breathed. "Screw it for what it's worth."
I routed my energy to my quickly tiring legs. The magnitude of my orgasms had wracked my body, but her whimpers and mewls fueled me with what I needed to sustain my momentum. As my muscles worked overtime, Ashley pawed at my neck and squeezed me within her pincer-like legs as though she wanted me to slow down while still fucking her senseless.
The periodic slaps of our dirty lovemaking filled the peaceful summer air. The friction of her anus rubbing my cock raw skyrocketed me to new heights of sensual euphoria. In five short minutes I was prepared to cum once more. I announced it to her.
"Make it a good one, Tiger. I want to fell your cum pouring from my asshole when you pull out."
I slammed into my sister thrice before the floodgates opened. I roared as her bowel became overloaded with my cum, the resulting pressure threatening to push my cock out. But I didn't falter and I continued to pump her during my ejaculation.
"Fuck yes, fuck yes, keep screwing me," she chanted. "Oh god, keep cumming in me."
Her body quivered, her pussy gushed. An indescribable passion hijacked her nerves. I found her clit and rubbed it in circles, assisting my sister in achieving another orgasm. "Cum for me, baby, cum all over your brother."
Something in her mind cracked and she ferociously plummeted us onto my back while still impaled on my cock. She rocked her hips, tempting my final drops of semen as her pussy covered my abs in a shiny sheen of her juices.
The pangs of our orgasms faded abruptly. Ashley collapsed onto me, my hands the only things preventing our heads from colliding. Draining me of all my cum had drained all the energy from her; she reacted very little when I transferred her lifeless body to a comfy pillow. No longer pinned to the bed, I took the liberty to savor the wondrous elixir she had left on my waist.
"I want to taste some cum, too," she weakly said beside me on her stomach.
I brought my fingers to her mouth. She cleaned them off with small, gentle licks. "Mmm... thank you, Brian. But what I really want to taste is your cum. I can feel it dripping out my ass. Take a look at it for me."
Bubbles oozed out of her anus; white rivulets streamed down her labia; a greasy puddle accumulated beneath her pussy.
"You plugged it up good, didn't you, Tiger?"
"You can say something like that." I dipped two fingers into the mess. "Are you sure you want to taste my cum, considering where it came from?"
"You cleaned the inside of my ass, didn't you? I felt like I was peeing out of it when you were cleaning me."
"Okay, if you say so. Open your mouth for me." Ashley sucked on my fingers, similar to that of a baby sucking on their own thumb. "So, how does it taste?"
My fingers popped from her mouth. "It's still yummy," she smiled.
"No other weird flavors you can detect?"
She nodded against the pillow.
"Okay, I'll get some more you."
For the next two minutes, I alternated dipping my fingers into the puddle and into her mouth. When only a dark stain lingered on my blue sheets, I poked my pinky into her anus for more cum to feed her with. She flinched at the intrusion.
"Had enough cum for tonight, babe?"
"Mm-hmm. Leave the rest in there for me."
"Sure thing, but at least let me dry the outside of your bum."
Her stray towel hung over the side of the bed. I used it to wipe away the smudges adhering to her skin. As I wiped the membrane separating her two holes, more cum dribbled out of her butt. I wiped that away too. Finished, I sat elevated, proud I had fucked for the very first time.
Ashley reveled in her first a different way. She lay exhausted on my bed, eyes half-closed, deep breaths through her lips, her body glistening in sweat. It looked like she was comatose.
"Sis, can you get up?" Her eyes closed completely. "I guess not," I muttered.
Hmm, this was going to be tricky. I couldn't possibly let my sister sleep naked in my bed. She still had on her pink bunny slippers, but our parents probably wouldn't consider that a suitable amount of clothing. I thought about carrying her to her room, but maybe she intentionally fell asleep on my bed because she wanted to spend the night with me. I wanted to spend the night with her too, and contemplated on pulling the cum-stained blanket over us and getting some shuteye.
I deliberated on my choices and ultimately chose to find some clothes for her and let her stay with me, setting aside the issue with mom and dad. Dressed in boxers I tiptoed down the hallway to her room and flipped her light switch on.
I remembered which drawer contained her unmentionables, so I happily started with that one. It'd been a couple of days since I scoured her panties, and the colorful assortment seemed wonderfully new again. My eyes noticed a scrunched up ball of white hiding in the back corner. I snatched it and pinched the sides apart, smiling to myself at what I was holding.
It was so simple and clean, yet I had never seen her wear it before. I closed the drawer, taking the underwear with me, and headed to her large two-door closet. Most of the clothes inside it were dressy--definitely not things someone would comfortably wear to sleep. I skimmed my way down the aisle of tees, sweaters, and other tops to a small hanging shelf near the end.
"Here we go, this would do," I thought out loud, grabbing the article of clothing. "And so will this." I leaned lower to grab some more.
I returned to my room and spotted Ashley in the same position I had left her in. I gently rolled her onto her back, removed her slippers, and lifted her legs up one at a time to put on her underwear. Then, leaning her against my shoulder, I slipped on her loose, sleeveless top. She yawned into my neck but remained deeply asleep. To finish dressing up my doll, I eased her down and rolled a cotton sock over each foot, followed by her slippers.
Good golly, did my sleeping beauty look adorable: half her legs were covered in white knee-high socks with fuzzy pink bunnies at her feet; her private area was concealed by a white cotton panty; and her upper body was clothed in a white cotton tank top that left her midriff bare. Ashley looked mind-numbingly cute, and considering what we had done minutes ago, wildly sexy at the same time. If it weren't for her voluptuous curves, she would have looked like she was starting high school instead of college.
I draped the soiled blanket over us. The following week was going to be one heck of a whopper, and I'd need all the rest I could get if I was going to make her understand our love was genuine. I cuddled right beside her, sniffing her hair so a smell more pleasant than our cum would inhabit my sweet dreams. "Good night, Ashley," I whispered, drifting off to sleep.
"Good night, Bry."…………………

To Be Cont......

[jay]

Ashley

Update-48


Chapter 6: Future


"Big sis, can you pass me the corn?" the sprightly Nicole asked.
"Here ya go, lil' sis." Ashley handed over a plate of buttered corncobs to our younger sibling. "Can I get anything else for you?"
"Nope. Thanks a lot," the youngster said.
"Honey, you really outdid yourself with this beef meatloaf," my father, Richard, complimented.
My mother, Helena, replied, "It's grandma's recipe with my own personal flair. A pinch of pepper here, a bit of cilantro there."
The Stafford family was gathered around the dining room table on a warm Sunday night, enjoying a rare dinner where everyone had lent a hand in preparations. Over a large bowl of beef salad, plate of beef meatloaf, and side dishes of non-beef corn and baked potatoes, my parents, sisters, and I conversed about everything a typical family would converse about. We didn't spend too much time chatting, though, since a rich, creamy cheesecake was calling our names.
Slicing into the cherry-topped dessert, dad announced, "Your Uncle Vince and soon-to-be-Aunt Sophie invited your mother and me to go dancing with them this Friday evening. They want to have a last night out together with friends and family before their wedding next week. Since we're not really into the club scene, I told them we're going to have to pass, but the invitation is extended to you two, Ashley and Brian. If you kids don't have anything booked for Friday, I think it'd be a great idea for you to get to know a little more about your future aunt."
I glanced over at Ashley. Her face, which had been glowing in anticipation of digging into a delicious cake, quickly turned into a worried frown. She glanced back at me, seeing a similar frown on my face.
What could have had us so concerned all of a sudden? It was a simple explanation. Friday night was supposed to be the night Ashley and I would finally go on our date, the night that neither of us were supposed to ever forget. I was to sweep my sister off her feet and give her the most mind-blowing romantic sex of our young lives. I was to make her scream my name over and over again as we fucked to our hearts' content. Then I was to make her shudder in one blissful orgasm after another until her sexy body couldn't take it anymore and she passed out in my arms.
At least, that's how I'd envisioned our date would end.
Okay, so the explanation wasn't that simple, especially to our parents, but the possibility of having to postpone an evening the two of us had been looking forward to for so long had our faces turning white as a ghost.
Ashley was the first to take charge of the situation. Well, more like timidly express her concerns.
"This Friday? Daddy, as much as I love dancing and as fun as that sounds, I already have something else planned."
Dad handed her a piece of cake. "Something with your friends again? I'm sure they'll understand if you have a change of plans."
Her hands were trembling as she accepted the small plate. "No, that's not it. It's kind of important to me. I've been waiting forever for it."
Dad continued to slice into the cake for the rest of the family. "Important, huh? How come I haven't heard anything about this so-called important evening?"
"I wanted to keep it a secret. Until Friday, I mean, when I tell you where I'm going."
"A secret? You're not doing anything I wouldn't approve of, are you?"
"No, nothing like that. It's just kind of embarrassing."
He started to smile. "I can see that. Your face is starting to turn redder than the cherry on your cheesecake. Let me take a guess. It involves a really cute boy?"
Ashley's blush radiated from her cheeks. "Y-yes... someone's asked me on a date."
Dad's mouth curled to a full-blown smile. He turned to mom who had a smile just as wide. "Don't keep it a secret any longer," he excitedly said. "Give us a name, tell us what he's like. You've been inside the house the entire summer; where'd you meet him?"
Ashley dropped her fork onto her plate. "Daddy! Calm down, please! You're not making this easy for me."
The old man couldn't keep his voice down and his arms still. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. It's just that I can't remember the last time you've been out with a boy. In fact, I don't think you've ever been out on a date. This will be your first, won't it?"
Ashley was speechless.
That split second pause had our parents' faces glowing like the Las Vegas strip. They spoke together at a mile a minute. "Sweetie, this is great news. You're going out on your first date." "Where's he taking you and how long you will be out for?" "Don't be afraid to say no if he starts making you feel uncomfortable." "Wait a minute, he's not an older man, is he?"
"Daddy! Mom! This is exactly why I wanted to keep this a secret."
Dad lowered his tone a notch, though it was still louder his normal volume. "Okay, okay, we'll be quiet about your date now. I'm just so happy for our little girl. You've grown up to be such an attractive woman and it's great to finally see you pursue a love interest. If you need anything for your date, tell your mother and me and we'll do whatever we can to help."
"Okay... thanks daddy, thanks mom."
Dad quickly turned to me. "How about you, Brian. Have anything planned for this Friday?"
With the embarrassment Ashley had just endured, I wanted to be as straightforward as possible. No point in hiding something I would have to reveal eventually. "As a matter of fact, I'm also going to be a little busy that day."
"A night out with the guys? I didn't know they already returned home from their vacations and studies."
"My friends are still doing their own things for another couple weeks. Friday won't involve them."
A familiar smile reappeared on dad's face. "In that case, let me take another guess. Does it have anything to do with a girl?"
"Yep, sure does. I have a date for this Friday night too."
Dad leaned back in his seat, blown away by the sudden revelations. "Wow, our two college kids with dates on the same night. What are the chances of that? Is this new girl prettier than Diana?"
"A lot prettier than her. Reminds me of a younger version of mom."
My mother clapped her hands together with a small laugh. "Really? If that's true, then I can see why you're attracted to her. Guess this means I'll have to call Vince and tell him none of us will be going dancing with him. Such a shame, really. I would love to see which bone my brother breaks this time on the dance floor."
After I was asked a few more questions about my date, all of which I had been asked before, the family finished dessert and parted ways to go about our nightly routines. My parents, with work the following morning, were the first to head to bed. Nikky, tired from her friend's birthday party earlier that afternoon, was next to hit the hay. That left Ashley and me with the rest of the house to ourselves. Cutting short the movie we were watching in the living room, we retreated to my bedroom.
There was one major topic we needed to get off our chests and we wasted no time in going over it.
Cuddled in my arms, Ashley asked, "Is it okay if mom and dad know about our date? I don't like lying to them. I know sometimes I joke about what we're doing behind their backs but I would never want to lose their love and respect."
I pulled my blanket over our half-naked bodies. "I don't like lying to them either, but we haven't really done anything wrong. We told them we're going out on a date this Friday, which we are, and you said you were asked out by a boy, which you were. I said my date is prettier than my last one, which is completely true, and that she reminds me a younger version of mom, which you do. So far we're being perfectly honest."
"Just because we're not lying doesn't mean we're being honest." She sincerely squeezed my hands, sighed into my neck. "Maybe we should cancel."
If it weren't for her holding me down, I would have sprung off my bed and hit the ceiling. "What? Why? Don't you still want to do this?"
"I do. I really, really do. But... I'm scared. What if we get caught?"
Getting caught was a fear I had been facing every day since our relationship blossomed. At times Ashley acted so fearless about our relationship that I found it difficult to believe she had the same concerns.
"I'm scared of that too. It'd take one heck of an explanation to clear up what we're doing to mom and dad. But it's worth it, isn't it? What we have together, isn't it worth the risk of getting caught? It's not like we're doing something crazy like getting married."
"It is worth it. You're worth it. But I don't want to have to risk anything. It's possible for us to love each other without having to hurt anyone."
"Ashley, we're not hurting anyone. No one knows about us or the things we're doing. What other people don't know can't hurt them."
Solemnly, my sister said, "I guess we could keep this a secret for a while longer." She rolled over to glance at my bedside clock. "It's getting late. I'll need plenty of rest for my jog with Lilly tomorrow morning. I don't want to wake up tired and make a bad first impression."
"Sure thing, sis." I shared with her a small parting kiss. "Have a good night's sleep."
"You too, Brian. I love you."
"I love you, Ash."
She quietly got up from my bed. The smile she wore on the way out of my room wasn't the cheeriest one I had seen from her.
For some reason, I had a feeling that night didn't end as well as it should have.

To Be Cont.....

[jay]

Ashley

Update-48


Chapter 6: Future


"Big sis, can you pass me the corn?" the sprightly Nicole asked.
"Here ya go, lil' sis." Ashley handed over a plate of buttered corncobs to our younger sibling. "Can I get anything else for you?"
"Nope. Thanks a lot," the youngster said.
"Honey, you really outdid yourself with this beef meatloaf," my father, Richard, complimented.
My mother, Helena, replied, "It's grandma's recipe with my own personal flair. A pinch of pepper here, a bit of cilantro there."
The Stafford family was gathered around the dining room table on a warm Sunday night, enjoying a rare dinner where everyone had lent a hand in preparations. Over a large bowl of beef salad, plate of beef meatloaf, and side dishes of non-beef corn and baked potatoes, my parents, sisters, and I conversed about everything a typical family would converse about. We didn't spend too much time chatting, though, since a rich, creamy cheesecake was calling our names.
Slicing into the cherry-topped dessert, dad announced, "Your Uncle Vince and soon-to-be-Aunt Sophie invited your mother and me to go dancing with them this Friday evening. They want to have a last night out together with friends and family before their wedding next week. Since we're not really into the club scene, I told them we're going to have to pass, but the invitation is extended to you two, Ashley and Brian. If you kids don't have anything booked for Friday, I think it'd be a great idea for you to get to know a little more about your future aunt."
I glanced over at Ashley. Her face, which had been glowing in anticipation of digging into a delicious cake, quickly turned into a worried frown. She glanced back at me, seeing a similar frown on my face.
What could have had us so concerned all of a sudden? It was a simple explanation. Friday night was supposed to be the night Ashley and I would finally go on our date, the night that neither of us were supposed to ever forget. I was to sweep my sister off her feet and give her the most mind-blowing romantic sex of our young lives. I was to make her scream my name over and over again as we fucked to our hearts' content. Then I was to make her shudder in one blissful orgasm after another until her sexy body couldn't take it anymore and she passed out in my arms.
At least, that's how I'd envisioned our date would end.
Okay, so the explanation wasn't that simple, especially to our parents, but the possibility of having to postpone an evening the two of us had been looking forward to for so long had our faces turning white as a ghost.
Ashley was the first to take charge of the situation. Well, more like timidly express her concerns.
"This Friday? Daddy, as much as I love dancing and as fun as that sounds, I already have something else planned."
Dad handed her a piece of cake. "Something with your friends again? I'm sure they'll understand if you have a change of plans."
Her hands were trembling as she accepted the small plate. "No, that's not it. It's kind of important to me. I've been waiting forever for it."
Dad continued to slice into the cake for the rest of the family. "Important, huh? How come I haven't heard anything about this so-called important evening?"
"I wanted to keep it a secret. Until Friday, I mean, when I tell you where I'm going."
"A secret? You're not doing anything I wouldn't approve of, are you?"
"No, nothing like that. It's just kind of embarrassing."
He started to smile. "I can see that. Your face is starting to turn redder than the cherry on your cheesecake. Let me take a guess. It involves a really cute boy?"
Ashley's blush radiated from her cheeks. "Y-yes... someone's asked me on a date."
Dad's mouth curled to a full-blown smile. He turned to mom who had a smile just as wide. "Don't keep it a secret any longer," he excitedly said. "Give us a name, tell us what he's like. You've been inside the house the entire summer; where'd you meet him?"
Ashley dropped her fork onto her plate. "Daddy! Calm down, please! You're not making this easy for me."
The old man couldn't keep his voice down and his arms still. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. It's just that I can't remember the last time you've been out with a boy. In fact, I don't think you've ever been out on a date. This will be your first, won't it?"
Ashley was speechless.
That split second pause had our parents' faces glowing like the Las Vegas strip. They spoke together at a mile a minute. "Sweetie, this is great news. You're going out on your first date." "Where's he taking you and how long you will be out for?" "Don't be afraid to say no if he starts making you feel uncomfortable." "Wait a minute, he's not an older man, is he?"
"Daddy! Mom! This is exactly why I wanted to keep this a secret."
Dad lowered his tone a notch, though it was still louder his normal volume. "Okay, okay, we'll be quiet about your date now. I'm just so happy for our little girl. You've grown up to be such an attractive woman and it's great to finally see you pursue a love interest. If you need anything for your date, tell your mother and me and we'll do whatever we can to help."
"Okay... thanks daddy, thanks mom."
Dad quickly turned to me. "How about you, Brian. Have anything planned for this Friday?"
With the embarrassment Ashley had just endured, I wanted to be as straightforward as possible. No point in hiding something I would have to reveal eventually. "As a matter of fact, I'm also going to be a little busy that day."
"A night out with the guys? I didn't know they already returned home from their vacations and studies."
"My friends are still doing their own things for another couple weeks. Friday won't involve them."
A familiar smile reappeared on dad's face. "In that case, let me take another guess. Does it have anything to do with a girl?"
"Yep, sure does. I have a date for this Friday night too."
Dad leaned back in his seat, blown away by the sudden revelations. "Wow, our two college kids with dates on the same night. What are the chances of that? Is this new girl prettier than Diana?"
"A lot prettier than her. Reminds me of a younger version of mom."
My mother clapped her hands together with a small laugh. "Really? If that's true, then I can see why you're attracted to her. Guess this means I'll have to call Vince and tell him none of us will be going dancing with him. Such a shame, really. I would love to see which bone my brother breaks this time on the dance floor."
After I was asked a few more questions about my date, all of which I had been asked before, the family finished dessert and parted ways to go about our nightly routines. My parents, with work the following morning, were the first to head to bed. Nikky, tired from her friend's birthday party earlier that afternoon, was next to hit the hay. That left Ashley and me with the rest of the house to ourselves. Cutting short the movie we were watching in the living room, we retreated to my bedroom.
There was one major topic we needed to get off our chests and we wasted no time in going over it.
Cuddled in my arms, Ashley asked, "Is it okay if mom and dad know about our date? I don't like lying to them. I know sometimes I joke about what we're doing behind their backs but I would never want to lose their love and respect."
I pulled my blanket over our half-naked bodies. "I don't like lying to them either, but we haven't really done anything wrong. We told them we're going out on a date this Friday, which we are, and you said you were asked out by a boy, which you were. I said my date is prettier than my last one, which is completely true, and that she reminds me a younger version of mom, which you do. So far we're being perfectly honest."
"Just because we're not lying doesn't mean we're being honest." She sincerely squeezed my hands, sighed into my neck. "Maybe we should cancel."
If it weren't for her holding me down, I would have sprung off my bed and hit the ceiling. "What? Why? Don't you still want to do this?"
"I do. I really, really do. But... I'm scared. What if we get caught?"
Getting caught was a fear I had been facing every day since our relationship blossomed. At times Ashley acted so fearless about our relationship that I found it difficult to believe she had the same concerns.
"I'm scared of that too. It'd take one heck of an explanation to clear up what we're doing to mom and dad. But it's worth it, isn't it? What we have together, isn't it worth the risk of getting caught? It's not like we're doing something crazy like getting married."
"It is worth it. You're worth it. But I don't want to have to risk anything. It's possible for us to love each other without having to hurt anyone."
"Ashley, we're not hurting anyone. No one knows about us or the things we're doing. What other people don't know can't hurt them."
Solemnly, my sister said, "I guess we could keep this a secret for a while longer." She rolled over to glance at my bedside clock. "It's getting late. I'll need plenty of rest for my jog with Lilly tomorrow morning. I don't want to wake up tired and make a bad first impression."
"Sure thing, sis." I shared with her a small parting kiss. "Have a good night's sleep."
"You too, Brian. I love you."
"I love you, Ash."
She quietly got up from my bed. The smile she wore on the way out of my room wasn't the cheeriest one I had seen from her.
For some reason, I had a feeling that night didn't end as well as it should have.

To Be Cont.....