Jordan and Carly Ch. 04

Literotic asexstories – Jordan and Carly Ch. 04 by CraptainPlanet,CraptainPlanet Jordan gawked as his sister massaged her bare breasts that he’d sprayed his hot cum all over. What had he done? He’d gone too far. Making out with his little sister had been for the sake of the play. Getting naked around her was just a fun tease and jacking himself off in front of her was so his balls wouldn’t ache. But he’d just made sure he would spray his sister’s heavenly chest with his cum. There was no mistaking that. He panicked.

“Gotta go,” he mumbled, then stood up and walked to the door.

“Wait!” Carly said. “You just got out here!”

He went inside the house anyway. He needed to put some distance between himself and his sister before he did something else his body yearned for but that he knew he’d regret. He got in the shower to wash off the sun lotion he’d just put on.

Carly was mad that Jordan left her. Didn’t even bring her a towel to wipe his huge load off her. Not that she really minded. She was enjoying the feeling of it becoming sticky against her hands and chest. Even more, she enjoyed the naughty feeling knowing that it was her brother’s sperm that covered her. He’d sat up and aimed specifically at her. She loved it.

She reached into her bottoms and felt how wet she was. She heard the shower inside. If Jordan was in the shower, there was no use keeping the bottoms on. They’d only get in the way. She pulled them off and tossed them aside. Plus, what’s the worst that could happen? He catches her?

She moaned and felt her clit throb under her fingers at the thought of her brother catching her masturbating. He’d know once and for all how badly his little sister wanted him. Though she’d still probably scream and cover up in terror. She looked at the towel underneath her and the two pieces of her swimsuit sitting nearby. If they weren’t here, she’d really be in trouble.

The horny devil in her mind took over. She got up, gathered up her towel and swimsuit, and walked to the house completely naked. If her things were inside, she’d be really screwed, which got her that much hotter. But after she opened the heavy back door, she realized that she’d hear her brother opening it. He wouldn’t really get a good look at her masturbating. Just see her naked. She walked through the house and went upstairs to her room, passing the closed bathroom door, beyond which her brother showered.

She hung the towel and bathing suit up to dry then flopped onto her bed. She left her door wide open. She lay back on the bed and started touching herself again. Since she was here, she opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out her fluorescent pink vibrator, turned it on and slipped it inside her very wet pussy.

She masturbated while trying to imagine her brother exiting the bathroom and catching her. She had trouble, though, because with the angle of her bed to the door, there was a good chance he’d walk right past without seeing her. Holding the dildo inside her with one hand, she got up and crept to the door, then into the hallway.

She laid down on her back in the middle of the hallway right outside the bathroom door. She was completely naked except for the sticky film of her brother’s dried cum that coated her breasts and hands. Her vibrator had an extra little arm to stimulate her clit while it was inside her, and she made full use of that while using the other hand to pull at her stiff nipples. Her arousal was back at a high level in no time. She imagined her brother walking out of the bathroom and finding her like that. She moaned. And failed to hear the shower turn off.

Jordan got out of the shower and dried himself off. He decided to just apologize to Carly. Say that blasting her with his cum had been a joke, but it’d gone too far and he was sorry. He was her older brother. Teasing between siblings was one thing, and he suspected it wasn’t that uncommon, but a full grown adult brother cumming on his little sister wasn’t. It was the sort of thing you heard on a salacious talk show.

He was trying to figure out what words to say to Carly, what barriers they could put in place to salvage a normal sibling relationship, when he left the bathroom and almost tripped over her where she lay on the ground, completely naked, legs fully spread, fucking herself.

“What the fuck?!” Jordan said, barely catching his balance.

“OH GOD!!” Carly shrieked and quickly shut her legs and rolled over on her stomach.

“What are you doing??” Jordan asked.

“I was, I-” she trailed off. This was a total nightmare. The threat of being discovered was getting her off and she felt so stupid now that it had happened. “You know what I was doing.”

“Jesus, Carly,” he said. “Get some fucking clothes on.”

“What?” she said, unable to register her brother’s change in demeanor. It made no sense.

“I should be able to walk in my damn house without you flaunting your fucking body every step I take,” he said. He stepped over her and walked down the hallway into his room, slamming the door behind him.

Carly got up and ran back into her room, shame and despair chasing quickly behind her. Tears welled and streamed down her cheeks as she quickly pulled on some clothes. What had happened? Where was her Jordie? She heard his door open and a moment later he was at her doorway.

“I’m sorry, Carly,” he said. His heart melted seeing the tears in her eyes.

“What the fuck, dude?” She said. “That wasn’t fucking fair. What happened to you??”

“I’m not… Look, I’m sorry, you’re right,” he said. She heard him tell her that they’d crossed too many lines, they were siblings, blah blah blah. She just felt numb. Clearly he’d sobered up after spraying her hot body with his hot cum and wanted to blame her for everything that happened. His words were apologetic, but she felt like they were kids again and he was lecturing her to not touch his toys. She just nodded and agreed to whatever he was saying and eventually he left.

Jordan hadn’t felt good leaving the shower and going to talk to his sister, but he at least felt like he was taking the right step. All that was gone now. Finding her naked and masturbating had caused him to snap and his damage control hadn’t gone much better. He knew they’d both spurred each other further and further, but he was her big brother, so it was ultimately on him. If anyone found out what had happened between them, the narrative in everyone’s head would be that he took advantage of her. He couldn’t say she led him on. This was all on him and he had to put a stop to it. So, at the very least, he did. Hopefully, Carly would forgive him with time.

They avoided each other the rest of the day and the time apart made them both relax some. The sting of her brother’s upset reaction faded in Carly’s mind and she had to admit that he did apologize for that. Also, he wasn’t wrong. They were siblings and would be the rest of their lives. They couldn’t be together, end of story, and any lines they crossed now would only make their long term relationship more difficult. However, she couldn’t forget the feeling of his hard, hot cock in her hands and really, really hoped that wasn’t the last time she felt it. The idea was almost too sad to contemplate.

Jordan, for his part, realized he’d mostly suffered from guilt after cumming. But that wasn’t any more real than how he felt in the throes of arousal. He felt a degree of the same shame after jerking off to porn and he knew there wasn’t anything morally wrong there. He’d just have to savor the memories of the past few days and not push anything farther and they’d probably be fine.

They cleared the air before leaving for rehearsal that night. Both were relieved that the other had calmed down.

“I still think we need to pump the brakes pretty hard, though,” Jordan said. “I can’t deny that I’ve really enjoyed the past few days, but I think we’re still at a point where we can take a step back and not lie to ourselves when we say nothing really bad happened.”

“Yeah, I agree,” Carly said. “But you’ll still have to make out with me tonight.”

“Oh yeah, we’re on that scene, aren’t we?” Jordan said. Director Gail had been walking through each scene one at a time, finalizing the blocking and preparing the lighting setups ahead of opening night that weekend. The only scene left was the final scene, where they had to make out in bed in the back of the stage. “Ok, so we’ll make out,” he said.

Carly smiled. At least she still had that. She still crushed hard on her big brother and would love making out with him. “What else can we do?” she asked. “We’re two siblings and we have to spend at least some of the near future making out. I know we shouldn’t get too carried away and fall in love or anything. But I’ve been having so much fun with you this summer and I really don’t want that part of it to end.”

Jordan felt a new sun bloom inside him. He’d felt like such a perv this whole time and to learn that he wasn’t some creepy loser getting away with something. She was having so much fun with him that she practically begged him to keep messing around with her. She was also the hottest girl he’d ever met (he could finally admit that to himself now) and she wanted him!

Carly knew this was a serious conversation and she should be fair, but she couldn’t resist putting two substantial thumbs on the scale. She leaned forward, letting her breasts dangle forward in her bra and tanktop. Up until now, she’d felt herself rushing forward, knowing that at some point she’d have to grow up and pull back. Now that Jordan had forced her to, and she had, she was in uncharted territory. What came next? “Like, we’re brother and sister,” she said. “If someone admits to you they kissed their sibling maybe a little older than they should have, you’d be like, ‘Yeah, sure, whatever’.”

“Uh huh,” he said.

“But a line exists where that’s no longer normal. When it becomes…”

“Taboo,” he said.

“Yeah,” she said. “And while I admit that I really liked it, I think we can agree that line is a full step behind jacking my brother off onto my naked body.”

“Ok, great, you agree,” he said. Now that they’d cleared the air, hearing his sister talk about what they’d done that afternoon made his dick pulse with life.

“Yes, now hush,” she said. She hated that smirk he had and wanted to wipe that off his face, it made him look too cute. “So what could you handle doing with me?” She lifted an eyebrow.

“Wow, um, ok,” he stammered. He can’t believe she’d straight asked him. He had to say, out loud, what he wanted to do with her. Where would it be that wouldn’t give him that icky feeling? “Well, I absolutely love looking at your naked body.”

The compliment shot like a missile into Carly’s core and exploded into a thousand tiny darts of pleasure. “As do I,” she said, biting her lip and smiling devilishly. “So nudity is totally fine.”

He felt her eyes scan over his body hungrily and practically melted. “Totally agree,” he said. He’d been dreading this conversation, thinking it was impossible, but this was fun as hell. “But I think it’s when we get each other off that it becomes more of a problem.”

“That makes sense,” she said. “So looking, but not touching? Though, I guess…”

“That doesn’t really work, because of the play,” he said. “We’re not just kissing in that. We’ll be touching plenty there that we otherwise wouldn’t.”

“Ok, so some touching is fine,” she said. “We’ll have to do it anyway, and in fact, need to stay comfortable doing it.”

“But there’s a line where it becomes too much,” he said. “And if it ever feels like we’re trying to get each other off instead of just, like, enjoying each other’s company, we’ll say something.”

She laughed. “Enjoying each other’s company?”

“Yeah, just a brother and sister, hanging out. Having some fun.”

“Ok, that works for me,” she said, smiling. She could not wait. Basically, she had to tease her brother. Tease him and tease him and tease him. Don’t let him explode. That would be bad. Something she shouldn’t do. It would be such a shame if she did. Oh my god, she would feel so naughty if she made her sexy big brother’s dick explode again. She stood up. Simply put, her vagina wanted to be closer to him, and it couldn’t if she stayed bent over. She crossed her arms under her breasts to push them back up and make sure he had a nice view of them. She wanted them to become his breast friends.

“That works for me too,” he said. He couldn’t believe all the tension from earlier had merely evaporated. They were on the same page, but he didn’t have to give everything up. He’d still get to see and play with his sister’s hot body to a degree. He wished he could stop thinking about her hand on his dick earlier, though. Rubbing and swirling the sun lotion. An angel had come down from heaven, took off her top and gave him most of a handjob.

Their hearts raced faster and faster as they drove to the theater. They both felt they had finally set a firm boundary in what was ok and not ok. Nonetheless, they still got to spend the evening making out with each other.

As they walked toward the theater, Carly grabbed Jordan’s hand and smiled up at him. He smiled back. Her heart soared.

“Jordan? Carly??”

They looked back to see their old drama teacher waving to them across the parking lot.

“Mr. Grainger??” Carly said. Jordan quickly released her hand and stepped away. “What are you doing here?”

“My wife Linda grew up here,” he said, approaching them. “We spend part of each summer here. Gail usually asks me to watch some of her rehearsals for notes. Does this mean our little summer production is going to star the acting royalty of Williams High?”

“Not starring,” she said. “We’re playing Carol and Jacob.”

“Oh, the lovers,” he said. “Wait, you two? The lovers?? Gail can be funny but I didn’t think she would-”

“She doesn’t know,” Jordan stammered.

“Yeah, I’m using a stage name now,” Carly said. “We didn’t want to make waves and force one of us to drop their part. And it’s a good acting challenge.”

“I suppose you’re right,” he said. “Like I always said, you gotta-”

“Empathize with the character,” she finished. He beamed.

“Would you mind keeping this to yourself?” Jordan asked. “We think it’s just as weird and we’re the ones who have to live it.”

“Yeah,” Carly added. “We’d be the talk of the town and we don’t want that.”

“No problem, kiddos,” he said with a wink.

They followed him inside and went to their respective dressing rooms to put on their costumes as tonight doubled as a dress rehearsal. They started the final scene in the clothes their characters wore to the party in the previous scene. Jordan was costumed in a button down shirt and slacks with an undershirt and boxer shorts underneath. He wore his own briefs underneath those for extra support and padding. Carly, meanwhile, was costumed in a dress and a slip with her own bra and thong panties underneath. In the scene, they giggle and undress each other before leaping into bed. Focus then shifts to the other half of the stage with Wesley and her parents while they make out and dry hump in the background.

Both Jordan and Carly had so looked forward to acting out this scene over and over with each other that night, but the appearance of Mr. Grainger ruined that. Their first try at the scene was more awkward than the horrible first rehearsal. Gail sent them to start over straight away, but the second try wasn’t much better. Jordan’s hands shook too much to work the clasp of Carly’s dress and while Carly was able to unbutton his shirt and pants, she did so like a nurse examining a patient more than a woman unwrapping her lover.

“Again!” Gail shouted. “Where’s the passion! We need passion! Action!”

They successfully got each other undressed and in bed on the third try, but the sensuality they’d been building over the weeks was still dead. Neither could get Mr. Grainger out of their head. They both loved him as a teacher, but he was not the one either wanted to think about while getting hot and heavy with a lover. More than that, he represented the real world crashing into their secret little garden. Their physical and intimate relationship was built on being hidden away from the rest of the world. The presence of one little man in the third row of the empty auditorium who knew who they were–who knew they were brother and sister and not two relative strangers enjoying a fun showmance–felt like their parents, their former classmates and teachers, all their friends and more watching them act out their most taboo desires.

“What is the problem you two??” Gail said. “We’d made so much progress.”

“We’re sorry,” Jordan said. “We’ll make it work.”

“You will,” she said. “Back to the top. We’ll run it through as many times as we have to.”

Jordan and Carly returned back through the set’s door that represented their bedroom and into the dark backstage nook behind. One of the other actors asked for Gail’s guidance on how they should act before the scene shifted and she went over to talk to them.

“We’ve got to fix this,” Jordan said.

“I know,” Carly said. “It’s hard with Mr. Grainger out there watching us, though. What if he tells someone? What if he tells everyone?”

“It’ll be okay,” Jordan said, pulling her into him. She pressed her body against his, loving the feeling of his long, strong arms wrapping around her. “Either way, it’ll be okay.” He realized this was on him to fix. He’d slammed on the brakes back at home, and while they had talked it out, that meant it was his job to hit the gas again and get them over this hump. What was the worst that could happen? Someone they knew was going to see him kiss his little sister. They’d know that either he loved his sister dearly or that he was a great actor. No downside.

He leaned back and brought his hands up to Carly’s cheeks and tilted her face up. They looked deep into each other’s eyes. He smiled and kissed her. Deeply. She mewed and he opened his mouth, driving his tongue into hers. She moaned and melted against him. Their hearts raced in time with one another.

“Ok lovebirds!” Gail shouted from the front of the stage. “When you come through that door, I want to see…wait. No, Dennis, I said-”

Gail went to talk to someone else. Jordan finished the kiss and pulled away. “We’re doing this, okay?” he said.

She smiled. “We’d better,” she said, reaching behind her and undoing her dress. “Or else you’ll never…” she lowered the straps of her dress and her slip, revealing her bra-encased breasts heaving on top of her fluttering heart, “know why I did this.” She unclasped the bra and pulled it off, throwing it to the ground. An astonished Jordan only got a quick look at her naked breasts before she pulled her slip and dress back into place.

“Okay, action!” Gail shouted. Before he could recover, Jordan was back onstage. This time, he and Carly wasted no time attacking each other’s mouths with kisses and practically tearing each other’s clothes off.

“Now we’re talking!” Gail shouted and clapped. They made it into bed. “Lights!” Gail shouted. The spotlight on them dimmed and the lights on the other side of the stage rose.

The other actors started their lines. The focus was off Carly and Jordan, tucked away in bed, pressed against each other in the darkened rear of the stage. Neither had a problem acting the part of a newlywed couple anymore, passionately making out while writhing against one another under the covers. Being watched had been awkward at first, but they both knew they each had an exhibitionist fetish and loved being naughty where others could see them.

“Cut!” Gail shouted. “Jordan, Carly, thank you. That’s what we want, keep it up. Now, you others…” She began giving notes to the actors playing Carol’s parents and Wesley.

“You owe me an explanation,” Jordan said softly.

“About what?” she replied, equally softly, unable to resist batting her eyelashes at her big brother.

“When you took your bra off,” he said. “You said I’d find out why you did it.”

“Because I want you to play with my boobs,” she said, blushing.

“Ok, action!” Gail shouted. Wesley and the parents started their half of the scene again and Carly eagerly pressed her lips back into Jordan’s. Jordan’s erection was fully back and Carly massaged it back and forth with her hips. He barely stifled a moan and grabbed a fistful of her slip in his free hand. Her body felt like heaven against his. He was on a literal stage, in front of a dozen people, and yet he was about to feel up his own sister.

He pulled his hand up and grabbed her luscious breast. She moaned and ground against him. Even though they still felt a little awkward being on stage in front of others, making out with and grinding against their sibling was as close as they thought they could get to heaven. Carly reached down and grabbed as much of her brother’s firm bubble butt as she could fit in her little hand and squeezed. Jordan moaned into her mouth and pressed his thigh in between hers, placing delicious pressure against the hungry spot in between.

“Hey! Back there! You hearing me?” Gail’s shouts finally pierced their reverie. The sibling lovers pulled away.

“What?” Jordan asked. The rest of the cast and crew laughed.

“I’m glad you two are finally into it,” she said. “But I want you two to do more than just lay there and kiss. I don’t want to choreograph you two too much, I want you to keep it loose, but you need to, I don’t know, roll around some. Remember, you’re newlyweds. You’ve saved yourselves for marriage and yet haven’t had a chance to consummate until now because of,” she gestured to the rest of the cast, “the whole play. But now you’re alone and you have all the time in the world to do all you’ve ever wanted to do with each other. Got it?”

“Totally got it,” Carly said. This would be the easiest acting challenge ever.

“Ok, we’ll start again from you two in bed,” Gail said, and then turned back to the other actors for some final notes.

“You’ll have to do everything you’ve ever wanted to me,” Carly whispered to her brother.

“That’s what I’m worried about,” he growled at her. “You have no idea what I’ve dreamed of doing to you.” Her eyes lost focus for a moment, so great was her desire to find out.

“Well I have no choice but to let you,” she said. “So don’t let it go to waste.”

“Action!” Gail shouted. The siblings immediately pressed back together, tongues battling as they unleashed their pent up desire into the sexiest French kiss they could manage. Jordan decided to fulfill one of his lifetime dreams, like Carly ordered him to, and grabbed her succulent ass. He’d grabbed it a couple days ago, sure, but he dreamed about doing it every time he wasn’t. She gasped and his body reacted instinctively, rolling halfway on top of her, pressing his hard, straining member into her hip.

Pleasure surged through Carly’s body. She squeezed her thighs around Jordan’s thigh that still ground against her needy clit. She wished that iron bar in his pants pressed against it instead of her hip, but she was in ecstasy just feeling how badly her big brother wanted her.

Jordan felt his sister offer her body up to him and he wanted to consume it. He grabbed her breast through her thin slip. He couldn’t believe he could just do that now. The size and bulge of her breast felt perfectly made to specifically fit his hand. The hard nipple at the center of it pressed into his palm. The chest just under it pushed up, trying to get just that little bit more into his waiting grasp.

He needed more. He stopped kissing her and leaned down, licking and kissing the top of her sternum. The high neck on the slip wouldn’t let him any lower. He dragged his hot, wet tongue up her chest, over the side of her neck and enveloped her ear lobe in his entire mouth, lightly biting down. Carly saw stars. She could cum like this, just from some groping and dry humping, if her brother kept using her like this.

“Cut!” Gail shouted. The siblings pulled back from each other and looked over at her, almost dazed to remember other people were around. “Great job you two! More of that!” Gail turned to talk to the other actors again.

Carly and Jordan stared into each other’s eyes. Words couldn’t add anything useful to what their bodies and eyes already said. They tried to lie still, they weren’t “acting” as lovers in that moment, but the immense need that surged between them prevented that. Jordan thrust his hard, angry cock into his sister’s soft hip and saw her luscious lips part slightly and heard a breathy gasp escape her.

“You feel so good, baby,” Carly whispered, absolutely lost in her brother’s dreamy eyes. She squirmed against him.

“Ok, action!” Gail shouted. The siblings’ mouths met again, starving for their other half. Carly pushed her tongue into her brother’s mouth further and further. She loved feeling him devour her but she needed her turn. She needed it now.

She pushed her brother over to the side. He resisted at first before realizing she didn’t want to push him away, she wanted to mount him. They rolled over as one. Carly pulled her thigh from between her brothers’ and straddled his hips. His rock hard cock finally came to rest against her gushing pussy, only a few unfortunate layers of thin clothing separating the siblings’ aching genitals.

Carly rocked her hips back and forth as she made out with her brother, rubbing herself against the length of her brother’s bulging erection. Jordan took advantage of the blanket still somehow covering their lower halves, and ran his hands up her soft thighs, under the bottom of her slip and grabbed his sister’s generous ass with both hands. She moaned into his mouth. She’d worn a thong for him tonight for this exact reason.

“And then on that line,” Gail shouted. “What was it…oh yes, Wesley says ‘She’s mine, she’ll always be mine, she only loves me.’ And then spotlight back on the lovers!” The siblings stopped, panting. A moment later, the hot, bright spotlight lit them up. They had a moment to look at each other in the bright clear light. Sweaty, heaving, eyes consumed with desire. “Ok, let’s try that again!”

The spotlight turned off and they were plunged back into mostly darkness. They didn’t hear Wesley’s line. They didn’t resume making out, just heaved breaths onto each other. Jordan ran his hands all over Carly’s mostly naked ass. She wiggled her hips, letting her brother’s covered cock rub against her covered clit a few more times.

“And, light!” Gail shouted. The bright spotlight hit them again. “Yes, perfect! Ok, that’s it! Congrats everyone, we’re done!”

And just like that, the moment was over. Jordan and Carly were not remotely done, but the spell had been lifted. Publicly, they were back to siblings and had to stop kissing and groping and grinding even though they’d never in their life wanted to stop less.

Extricating themselves from the stage and the theater was not easy. Carly’s nipples and Jordan’s cock were as hard as could be and neither had much clothing on. They’d both been gushing precum for most of the rehearsal and the front of Jordan’s boxers were soaked through. Thankfully, Gail herded everyone else offstage first and they were able to slip out and change. Jordan’s dick stayed hard the entire time, and he had to waddle awkwardly to prevent it from sticking out in front of everyone. Finally, eventually, they made it back to their car to drive home.

“That was really nice,” Carly cooed from the passenger seat as her brother drove them through the quiet night.

“Fucking torture is what it was,” he said.

“That too,” she said. “If Gail ran us through it a few more times, I probably would have cum.”

“Me too.”

“Are you still hard?” She reached across and rubbed the front of his crotch. Her brother’s cock and softened a little but it twitched under her grasp. “Oooh, kinda.” Her brother moaned.

“Careful, Carly, I’m driving.”

“Sorry.” She removed her hand.

“I’ll have to take care of it before I can sleep.”

“Oh god, me too. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wound up like that before.”

“Same. My balls are going to explode and die if I don’t do something about it.”

“Are you gonna think about your little sister while you do?”

“Jesus, Carly, I’m still driving.”

“We’re on our street now. We’ll be home in a minute. You can answer about whether you’ll be thinking about your little sister while you jack your hard cock.” The naughty sentence thrilled them both.

He looked over at her and scanned up and down her body. She gasped. She’d put her tanktop and shorts back on but she felt completely naked under his gaze.

“You’re never gonna leave my mind again,” he said, softly, pulling into their parents’ garage. The vulnerable honesty surprised her and got her heart racing once more. Her sexy, powerful, gorgeous big brother would never stop thinking about her. How divine.

They walked inside, Jordan watching his sister’s ass sway in her jean shorts two steps ahead of him.

“Where are you gonna jack off?” she asked, looking over her shoulder as she kicked her shoes off.

“Uh, I don’t know,” he said and swallowed hard. “You?”

“Hadn’t decided,” she said, walking into the kitchen. He followed her. “But like, we have our rules and we probably shouldn’t be in the same room if we want to avoid helping each other get off.”

“That’s true. If you’re going to masturbate in the same room as me, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself from kissing and touching you all over. I might not stop, even if you resisted.”

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t resist at all. I’ll never stop you from doing anything to me.”

“So maybe we stay in our separate rooms then. Just to be safe.” He hated saying it, but his mind was already coming up with loopholes. For one, he’d definitely be vocal enough for her to hear him and he was sure she’d do the same for him.

“Sounds good. Let’s get started,” she said, grabbing the front of his shorts and pulling him toward the stairs. His dick was still hard and pointed up, so she got a palmful of covered cockhead as well. “I can’t wait to start touching myself. Your kisses and touches were so sexy earlier, you were like, a dream lover. I’m going to cum so hard.”

“Oh god, me too, I’m going to bust the biggest load ever after all your teasing” he said, following her swaying booty up the stairs. She’d had to let go of him to go up the stairs, so he felt it was his turn. “So you’d better hurry up,” he added, smacking her butt. She squealed and ran the last few steps up. “How do you normally masturbate?” he asked as they walked down the hall toward their rooms.

“I have a vibrator,” she said, coming to a stop in the hall between their rooms. “You saw me use it already.”

“I mean, do you do it naked?”

“Not always, but I think I will tonight.”

“Then here, let me help.” He grabbed the hem of her tanktop and pulled up. He needed one last look at her naked body before he went to town on himself. She lifted her hands over her head and let him pull it off her.

“Thank you,” she purred. She was glad he was stretching out their last moment together. She didn’t want to leave his presence, though she knew she had to. He threw her tanktop to the ground and started undoing her jean shorts. She loved feeling his warm, rough hands on her soft skin below her belly button. She wished she’d worn a skimpier bra. She had a see-through lace one that would have been perfect, but she did think her breasts still looked pretty great in the simple cotton one she had on. “What about you?”

“Yeah, usually naked if I can,” he said as he finished undoing her shorts and pushed them to the floor. His perfect, gorgeous sex kitten of a sister stood before him in only her skimpy undies. His dick pulsed.

“Then let me help,” she said, grabbing his shirt and pulling it off him like he had to her. She leaned in close to him to pull it off his taller body. She smashed her face into his hairy chest and breathed in his manly musk. She really wasn’t going to last long once she started playing with herself. She was ready to explode at any moment. She threw his shirt to the ground and undid his shorts, making sure to cop plenty of feels of his hard cock as she did so. She couldn’t believe how soaked his briefs were underneath. Her crotch and thighs were just as soaked, but she didn’t realize boys could get that way too.

“Thanks, you’re so kind,” he said, reaching behind her and unhooking her bra. “You’ll want this out of the way too.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” she said, pushing his shorts to the ground and letting her bra fall from her shoulders and arms in the same motion. She stood back up straight, pushing her breasts up to his adoring eyes. “The girls demand attention during sex. Whether I’m by myself or with someone else.” She bit her lip and stared pleadingly into her brother’s eyes.

“Like this?” he asked, granting her unspoken wish and bringing both hands up to knead her needy breasts. That morning, he’d felt them, but he’d had to reach around her, and at rehearsal he had again, but with her slip in the way. Now he could watch, almost disbelieving, as his hands groped and massaged his little sister’s perfect breasts. “You said you like pinching too,” he added, pinching her erect nipples between his fingers.

“Oh god, yes,” she moaned, leaning into him. She couldn’t believe she had to walk away from him. She wished he would say to hell with their rules and ravish her on the spot. She knew it was wrong and knew they’d probably both regret it as soon as it was over, but it felt so perfect right now. She felt his hard wet crotch against her tummy and knew she still had at least one step left. “Sorry, you distracted me. I didn’t finish my job,” she said. She dragged first one hand, then the other, up over his straining erection, causing him to curse under his breath. Her hands continued around to his hips, tracing the top of his briefs before reaching back inside and pushing them to the ground. His angry boner popped up and slapped his pubis. “Oh my,” she cooed. “Someone’s riled up.”

“Yeah, my sister did that to me,” he said with a smile. The taboo sentence went straight to her vagina, causing it to gush even more. “She loves to tease me and she’s so sexy that I’m hard around her almost all the time these days. But I suppose I should help her out too.” He finally let go of her nipples and pushed the strings of her thong down over the swell of her hips. It stayed there, held taut by the bulge of her ass and hips, so he rotated his hands around her–one to the front, one to the back–and pushed the thong down, letting the back hand push down her crack and around the curve of her ass and the other push through her trimmed bush and around the curve of her very wet labia. His fingers met in the middle at the entrance of her gushing hole as the thong finally cleared her soft flesh and fell to the ground with a wet thud. He drew his hands back up her front and rear, feeling her whole undercarriage a second time.

“Oh, fuck me,” she moaned at her brother’s touch, pressing her naked body against his as soon as his hands were clear. She wrapped her hands around his naked back and he did the same to her. His hands dropped to her naked ass, roaming across her bare cheeks, touching and squeezing. She did the same to him.

“I guess we should get to it, then,” he said. He didn’t know how he’d get his body to cooperate, though. His little sister, his perfect, sexy, devilish little angel was finally naked in his arms. They would not obey him if he told them to let her go. Luckily, he didn’t have to decide.

“Here, let me tuck you in,” she said, releasing his ass and grabbing his hard dick, turning out of his grasp and pulling him toward his room. They stood at the foot of his bed, her hand still lightly gripping his hard, drooling cock. She was careful not to move her hand up and down it and destroy the illusion that she wasn’t helping him get off, but she couldn’t stop her thumb from gently stroking the side of his shaft. “You do it on your bed, right?”

“Yeah, that was the plan,” he said. He didn’t move though. He couldn’t, not while she was holding him. His bedroom could be on fire and he wouldn’t make a single move that would threaten his little sister holding his cock.

“You probably need something to shoot into too, huh?” she asked. He grunted. “Ok, you get situated and I’ll find something for you.” She let go of him and gave him a little pat on his naked butt and disappeared into the hallway. The trance broken, Jordan climbed onto his bed, sad that his sister had let go of him and left the room. He lay back against his headboard when Carly poked her head back in, her soaked thong dangling from her finger. “These probably aren’t big enough. You said you were going to have a massive load.” He could only nod. “Plus I already soaked them through because you turn me on so much.” She disappeared for a moment then reentered the room and threw her bra to him. “This should work. My boobs were big enough to catch all your jizz this morning so this should be big enough too.”

“Thanks,” he said. The nonchalance with which his sister told him to ejaculate into her bra was so hot, he had to grab his dick and start slowly pumping it. He couldn’t believe this was his life now, especially as that same sister stood completely nude in front of him, entranced by his hand slowly stroking his drooling shaft.

Carly stood there, unable to move. She’d already decided that she wasn’t leaving his room. To hell with what they’d agreed downstairs, her brother would have to drag her out of here if he wanted her to leave, and that didn’t sound too bad either. But she’d run out of ideas on how to prolong the moment any further.

“I could really use a goodnight kiss,” Jordan said. He didn’t want the moment to end either. Carly beamed and lept into bed next to him. He let go of his dick and cradled her face in both of his hands and kissed her deeply. She kissed back, absolutely loving that one of his hands was leaving his sticky manjuice all over her face. She could smell it too. It smelled of cock and she wanted it so bad. She forced her tongue into his mouth, turning their goodnight kiss into another makeout session. She swung a leg across his hips, trapping his hard, yearning cock under her thigh and pressing her breasts into the side of his chest. They made out like they were back onstage again, as Carol and Jacob, but now they were completely nude and alone together.

Jordan knew what they were doing was wrong. They’d set a line and this was crossing it. He just couldn’t stop himself. If anyone saw them making out naked as they were, humping and caressing and grabbing and moaning, they’d for sure know they were acting as no siblings ever should. But that anyone had no idea how incredible his naked little sister felt, eager and desperate for his touch. Stepping back was simply not possible no matter how much his subconscious screamed at him to do so.

Carly, meanwhile, had all but stopped caring about their rules as soon as they made them. She wanted as much of her big brother as he was willing to give. She wouldn’t break his rules. If her actions encouraged him to break them, to commit taboo acts with, on and to his little sister, she wouldn’t shed a tear. She loved him fully and didn’t care about the consequences. She loved that he felt the need to protect her from his desires, but wished he realized he didn’t have to anymore.

Her heart leapt out of her chest when she felt her brother push her over onto her back. He grabbed her wrists in one hand and pinned them against the bed behind her head. He took one long glance at her body, completely exposed and straining to give itself up to him, before diving down and taking as much of a nipple and breast into his mouth as he could. She moaned, then moaned louder when his free hand cupped her mons. She pushed up against it and he resisted, providing the firm pressure her clit craved. Somewhere deep inside her, a fuse lit.

“Oh my god, Jordan, fuck!” she gasped. He switched his mouth to her other breast, licking and sucking and nipping her other nipple. The fuse inside her glowed brighter and little sparks shot off to her head, her vagina, her heart. Her average orgasm felt this intense at its peak and yet, she was just getting started. Like the tide going out before a tsunami, she felt herself sinking into the bed and out of her body as the fire inside grew into a bonfire, then an inferno. She felt she was a million miles into space and about to crash back down. She was terrified, but she couldn’t wait any longer. She wrenched a hand free from his grasp, then brought his hand down to her mouth. It was the one still covered with his precum, and she sucked his fingers into her mouth, tasting her brother. At the same moment, his fingers in her crotch, which had been dancing over her wanting hole as she humped her clit against his palm, curled ever so slightly between her lips.

She exploded.

She screamed around her brother’s fingers in her mouth. Her chest and hips bucked against and away from his mouth and hand. The fiery intensity of him was too intense to stand, but at the same time, too impossibly good to pull away from. Wave after wave of the biggest orgasm she’d ever had crashed over her body. The long makeout on stage. All the teasing since they got home. It all rushed out of her in an orgasm that just wouldn’t end. Finally, the waves started to subside.

She didn’t know how long she’d cum. She existed outside of time. When she returned, she’d melted completely into her brother’s bed and he’d released her. She looked over at him, still naked, his hard cock pulsing in the air above his torso. He was frowning.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he said softly.

“That was incredible,” she said in between gulping breaths.

“But I shouldn’t have done it,” he said.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” she said. She’d felt so happy a moment ago and now he was trying to ruin it.

“It’s true, though,” he said. “We made rules and we broke them.” He looked over at her and she could see tears welling up in his eyes.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s fine” she said, rolling to face him and kissing him. “Nothing bad happened. Something great happened. That’s the hardest I’ve ever come by far.”

“Then why do I feel terrible inside?” he asked.

She looked down at his still raging erection. “You can’t feel that terrible if you can still sport that steel beam between your legs,” she said.

“Yeah, I still want to cum to you,” he said. “I want to cum to you so fucking bad. But then I’m a guy who came to his sister.”

“Well that’s just not fair,” she said. “So I have to be the only one here who lets their sibling get them off?”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I don’t care how you meant it,” she said, grasping his hard cock in her hand once more and stroking it slowly. “I’m a good lover and I’m not going to let you give me that incredible orgasm without giving you one in return.”

“But that’s wrong, Carly,” he said, watching her hand drag up and down his hard cock.

“Ugh, you and your rules,” she sighed, letting go of him. “Fine, if you’re going to whine about that,” she said as she sat up and swung a leg over his hips again. Her naked pussy came to rest against the underside of his hot, hard shaft, pinning it against his stomach. Her wet, sensitive labia spread around his drooling shaft. “Pretend I’m not here,” she said, turning to look away. “Something’s gripping your cock the way it needs. Who’s to say what it is.” He groaned and started rocking his hips back and forth underneath her, causing his cock to slide up and down her slit.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he said. He knew this was the most useless of figleafs, that he was still using his sister to get off, but at this point he didn’t care. She was right, he needed to get off worse than he ever had to before in his life. He’d deal with the consequences later. “Goddamn, Carly,” he said, bringing his hands to her swaying breasts once more. No one in history had ever felt this good, he decided. His little sister was it. The best feeling woman who’d ever existed.

She turned back to look at him. She thought the orgasm he’d given her would be the best thing that night, but now she was riding him. The orgasm was still better, but she could really get used to this. Riding her naked, hard big brother while he pawed at her breasts. She pushed her hips up and down in a wider arc. She didn’t think she could build another orgasm again, she’d been wrung completely dry under her brother’s hands a few minutes earlier, but you never know. She went too far forward and her brother’s cockhead caught on the edge of her still wet hole for a moment before popping back out. That was close, she thought. But she wanted to do it again. She pushed too far forward again and scooped a little deeper this time. His cockhead caught against the edge of her hole, then popped in.

She gasped and froze. Jordan couldn’t tell what happened, it all felt like hot, wet pressure to him. He just noticed she stopped moving and had a scared look on her face. She lifted her hips up and back some and he looked down and saw it. His hard, straight shaft driving up through the air, then between her spread pussy lips, the head of his cock buried in her love canal within.

“Oh, fuck,” he cried, his hips jolting back into the bed like they’d been burned. His cockhead popped out of her and flopped back against his body. He lay there stunned.

“Oops, that was my fault,” she said. “Here,” she added, grabbing his dick and pushing it up and back behind her vagina. She pressed her torso against his and closed her hot, soft thighs around his pulsing shaft. It came to rest against her lips, its head poking safely out behind her. “Go ahead, we should be good now.”

Jordan started pumping again, but only one thought repeated in his head. “I’ve been in my sister’s vagina. I’ve been in my sister’s vagina. I’ve been in my sister’s vagina.” He tried to remember what it felt like, but it’d only been for a moment and his dick had been overstimulated for literal hours at this point. But the sight of their crotches, joined together by his hard shaft, the head of his dick buried in her open womb, was imprinted on his memory forever. It was the hottest and scariest memory he had.

He felt her squeezing her thighs rhythmically around his shaft and soon nothing else mattered. He grabbed her ass his hands, kneading it as he thrust between her thighs, her wet labia running up and down the sensitive top of his aching shaft. Her perfect breasts smashed between them, bulging out into his upper arms where they wrapped around her soft, warm body. He was right on the edge of finally, finally cumming and he wanted to stay here forever.

Then his sister, his perfect little Carly, bit his ear and growled. He knew that was it. He wouldn’t last. His breath caught in his throat. She heard it. “Yes, cum for me, Jordie,” she whispered. “Cum all over me.”

He thrust harder and harder, his orgasm building deep within him. He felt his shaft pump, but nothing came out. Just a warning shot. A volcano venting right before an eruption. He grabbed her hair and yanked her face away from his ear and dove his mouth into hers. He stuck his tongue into her mouth as deep as he could, trying to suck her soul out from the inside, then let out a deep, guttural scream into her.

His dick pulsed slowly, then faster. His balls tingled, then sparkled, then burned. A moment before he was ready, his cum surged up his shaft like hot lava made of pure pleasure before erupting up into the air above them. He took a deep breath and Carly pushed his tongue out of her mouth and dove into his with hers. Her brother was finally cumming and she wanted to take all of him. Their thighs slapped together as his cock spurt rope after rope into the air and onto her naked ass and back.

After a dozen or so spurts his cock finally gave up and stopped. He pulled his mouth away from Carly’s.

“Wow,” she giggled. The motion of her giggle caused his sensitive dick to pulse a couple more times, but no fluid was left. She hummed in pleasure and lay her head on his chest. She could hear his heart thump with leftover adrenaline.

But the spell was broken.