Love and Respect

My sister paused to look at me intently for a few moments then continued cautiously “Could you respect me if we went to bed? I mean even if it was just you and me, I would want more than an orgasm, I want love and respect.” She was echoing the words I heard her tell her friend weeks before.

It was in her eyes, in her pose, in the question; somewhere in the short conversation we went from fantasy in a space ship to reality in the room. I went to my feet then untied the belt of my robe and let it fall apart as I approached my sister who stood to face me. I pulled her sash loose which allowed her robe to open.

She reached her arms around my neck then pulled me to her, our bodies met, cheek to cheek, breast to chest, stomach to stomach, groin to groin. The warm softness of her skin on mine caused a major dose of hormones to spill into my blood, my cock levitated quickly and firmly against the junction of her thighs. She hugged me tighter as the temperature around us rapidly increased to stifling. Cindy put her lips on my neck as she pushed my robe off my shoulders.

I turned her around and urged her to the sofa where she laid across the cushions, pulling me down as she went. She was on her back, one foot on the floor, the other resting against the back cushions, her tender sexy center open for me. I probed with the end of my erection then when I felt the head of it slip into her heated body I pushed deep into my fantasy.

Cindy didn’t need any long intense fucking to loosen her desire. Less than a minute after I started thrusting in and out of her pussy she shuddered and gripped my shoulders, moaning through a first small orgasm. It surprised me that she got off so quickly but I didn’t miss a stroke. She grabbed my head and pulled me down for our first sexual kiss, her long sweet tongue quickly darted between my teeth, searching for mine.

As our mouths mated our bodies humped and ground against the other; the longer we fucked the more animated she got, moving, grasping, holding and voicing her rapture. Just as I thought to change up, move to another position, she arched her back off the sofa cushion and gurgled a loud cry of passion. Her second climax sent an urgent message directly to my balls and they willingly gave up their burden to the depths of her love starved womb.

We were relaxing side by side in the afterglow, not saying anything. She lifted her face to me and kissed my cheek “There’s more room on my bed.” Her words were like an aphrodisiac, my nuts drew up tight and began to brew again, I stood and offered her my hand. As we were walking past the large bouquet of wilting flowers she fingered a limp rose petal. She stopped and looked intently at the display then turned to me and said “Thank you, they were the best thing you could have done, the timing was perfect.” My sister had figured out who sent her the flowers.

Cindy’s bedroom transformed into a wedding suite when we entered. I lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bed, she had her nose buried in the nape of my neck, giggling as if she were a school girl about to loose her virginity, both excited and embarrassed at the same time. I paused next to the bed and gave her a quick kiss and teased “You already have my respect but if we do this, will you respect me in the morning?”

She glanced down on the bed then back to me with wide sparkling eyes “If we don’t do this, you will never have my respect.” I dropped her to the bed.

She reached for my hand and tugged on it to lie beside her. We were lying on our sides, face to face, our stomachs and groins pressed together. She bent her leg at the knee then rested her thigh over mine and reached for her desire. Cindy pulled my hard-on between her legs and fitted the head of it in her cum soaked pussy. I trust forward until my nuts caressed her cunt lips then began to slow stroke her as we talked.

Short sentences were punctuated by sips of air, light sexy kisses and muscles twitches as we rocked our hips, bumping and thrusting as we slowly made love. The feeling of sliding through the wet tender lips of her cunt drove waves of ecstasy through me, I was lost in the depths of her body, the depths of her eyes. The conversation that bounced back and forth was sprinkled with “I never thought we would do this” and “We probably shouldn’t mention this to mom.” I dipped my head for my first taste of Cindy’s nipples and got a murmur of approval as my reward. I pulled my sister over until she was sitting on my hard-on then let her set the tempo of my cock moving in and out of her.

I was holding her hips helping her rock her body when she leaned down and put lips on my ear “I like this, Joe never took time with me; not like this. Tell me you love me Chad, he never said anything to me during sex but I always wanted to hear that.”

I looked into her eyes then sat up, pushing her to her back. I mounted over her splayed legs and as I drove my cock deep and fast into her searing hot cunt I said, “I love you Cindy; I love you, and I love what we are doing.”

My sister’s eyes went wide as she arched her back then faded out of focus when the first tremor of the orgasm rippled through her womb. Her legs began to jerk and vibrate as a low wail of rapture was forced from her lungs. Cindy grabbed my ass then dug ruts in my skin with her nails while the climax rose and fell like ocean waves, her groin crashing against mine as I fucked her. My cock cramped tight then the pressure from my balls blew my willpower to pieces and I filled my hot, writhing sister with a second round of cum and the sweet soft echo of my earlier words “I love you Cindy.”

She fell limply back to the bed then whispered intimately “Stay with me, if you leave now I’ll feel used and dirty, like I was married, I don’t want to feel like that again.” I stroked her hair as she drifted into a contented sleep with her head on my shoulder. Our genetic connection was cast aside forever.