Bailey wasted no time. She stood above me, her chest heaving. I could swear that her nipples were hard but I could not really register that as she unbuttoned her shorts and shoved them down. That was when I learned that she had not been wearing any panties.
My eyes widened, seeing her naked from the waist down. Her thighs were creamy white and I could not stop my eyes from moving up to where they met.
I could just see the puffy lips of her pussy between her slightly spaced thighs. They were mostly hidden by a full growth of auburn pubic hair. I quickly looked away, up into her face.
She flopped down across my lap, her bare ass on my full view. It was heart shaped and had a cute mole just above and to the left of the cleft.
I had never really stopped being hard after seeing the porn she had been watching and seeing her bottomless, and having her in my lap, I’m ashamed to say that I became fully erect for my half sister. I hoped that she wouldn’t feel it press against her stomach.
“Do it,” she gasped. “Please!”
I signed, and raised my hand. I brought it down weakly against one cheek. It jiggled a bit with the impact but no more. There was barely a mark left behind.
“No!” She gasped. “Harder! Please! I need to be punished!”
I raised my hand again and brought it down a bit harder. The slap sound was louder and there was a bit of a red mark left behind.
“Harder!” She demanded. “Harder Brent! I can’t feel that!”
I grunted, annoyed. She wanted it harder? I raised my hand high and brought it down with my full force. I was a strong man, having worked years of physical labor. I might be a boss and designer but there were always several times a week when I needed to pitch in at a job.
The sound of the smack was loud and filled the room, mixing with the sound of Bailey crying out in pain. Her ass cheek shook and jiggled out from the impact point and I could see my hand print form immediately.
I immediately felt terrible that I had hit her so hard and was about to apologise when she looked over her shoulder at me.
“Perfect,” she said. “Just like that! I was very bad. Ten times! Spank me ten times and make me count! It’s what calms me down.”
I shrugged and raised my hand again and slapped the other cheek, just as hard, marking that one with my hand print as well.
“Ah!” She cried out. “Two! I’m sorry!”
I struck her again. She almost jumped in my lap, but I put my hand on her lower back holding her in place.
“Three! I’m sorry! Tell me what I did wrong!”
I slapped again.
“You looked at porn?” I said, unsure what she was looking for.
“Four! Yes! I looked at porn like a bad slut!”
Slap!
“You …looked at incest porn.”
“Five! Yes! I’m a pervert slut!”
Slap!
I hated to realize it, but I was starting to get into this. I was no longer hesitating and, if I was being honest, the way that she would jump when I struck her felt amazing on my cock that was pressed against her stomach.
“You played with yourself while watching porn!”
“Six! Yes! I played with my slutty pussy while I watched!”
I could not help but notice that her phrasing was not exactly that of someone as naive as he had been presenting herself, but I did not let that stop me. For one, her breathing was heavy but it was not frantic anymore so this seemed to be working. For another, I was, despite myself, enjoying this.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
I struck her three times in quick succession.
“You made yourself cum watching incest videos!”
“Seven! Eight! Nine! Yes! I came! I came four times! Like a whore!”
Bailey’s face was streaked with tears, and her ass was glowing red. My cock was hard as diamonds as it pressed against her.
I raised my hand as high as I could go and slapped down as hard as I could. I had a suspicion and wanted to find out if it was true.
“You were thinking of me when you came!”
“Ten!” She shrieked. “Yes! Yes! I came thinking of my big brother fucking me! I couldn’t help it!”
A moan came out of Bailey’s mouth. Whatever was going on here, it was clear that Bailey was enjoying this, as much as it seemed to be releasing her. On impulse I put my hand between her slightly spread legs, fingers brushing the lips of her pussy.
She was not just wet, but sopping. My fingers barely brushed the outside of her lips and I felt her seize up, arching her back. Her teeth were gritted and she groaned, shivering.
She had, I realized, had an orgasm on my lap from her spanking and my light touch. She slowly relaxed and lay across my lap taking in deep breaths. Unlike the desperate heaving of before these were controlled.
I laid my hand lightly on her bare ass. It was hot to the touch but she did not flinch when I did.
“Are you ok,” I said, after a moment.
“Yes,” she said. She turned her head and looked at me. She smiled and her eyes were filled with love. “That was perfect. Thank you.”
She lifted herself and crawled up and sat in my lap, face pressed against my neck. I could feel her breath against the skin there making my hairs stand on end. I could also feel her sitting directly on my hard cock, which was, of course, a problem.
“Don’t you want to sit over there,” I said. “Get your shorts?”
“In a minute”, she said. “This is part of it. Just hold me. Stroke my hair. Tell me it’s ok.”
I did just that. I wrapped my arm around her and stroked her hair as she cuddled against me. I could feel her heartbeat slow and her crying stop. I wanted to think about how wrong and fucked up this all was, but she really did seem to need this from me.
Also, as I rocked her against me, she was on my swollen cock and the feeling made it difficult to think clearly about anything.
“We can watch the movie now, if you want,” she said after a while. “Can I stay here though? It feels nice. Safe.”
“Sure,” I said. I picked up the remote and hit play. I was able to shift more of my attention to the movie and away from the girl who was naked from the waist down in my lap. My cock calmed down and I relaxed.
It was only about twenty minutes later that I realised that Bailey was asleep in my lap. I shook her a bit and she just grunted and cuddled deeper into my chest.
“Bailey,” I said. “Do you want to go to bed?”
“Yes,” she muttered. “Will you carry me?”
“Sure,” I said and hooked my right arm under her legs and lifted her from the couch. She was not heavy at all and was easy to carry. Her eyes remained closed as I took her up the stairs.
I took her to her bed and, carefully as I could, laid her down on top of her blankets. She did not seem to fully wake up and her head rolled to the side. I decided not to tuck her in, disturbing her as little as possible.
“Kiss goodnight?” She asked in a sleep filled voice.
“Sure,” I said. I leaned towards her, aiming for her cheek but at the last moment she turned her head and our lips met. It was a light kiss, quick and relatively chaste, but I felt a surge of desire course through me.
“Night” she muttered, and seemed to drift back to sleep.
I started to walk out of the room but looked back at her. She had shifted and her legs had splayed out a bit, the left one crooked at the knee. I could see her sex perfectly, the auburn pubic hair and the lips, just slightly parted. Suddenly, I was hard again.
I hurried away, to my own room where I quickly stripped and jerked off, imagining myself deep inside my half sister. I came hard, spraying cum up my stomach up to my chest.
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The next morning I woke early as usual. My first thoughts were of Bailey and what had happened between us the day before. That had all been …too much. We had crossed lines that I had not known needed to be drawn between us. We had plans to go shopping so I resolved that we would discuss it at some point.
Bailey seemed to still be in bed so I had a quick shower and went downstairs to make coffee and breakfast. I had some fruit in the fridge so I cut some up for a fruit salad and fried a couple of eggs. Bailey was coming down the stairs as I finished.
She was wearing the same short shorts as the day before but had on a tee shirt instead of the tank top. I could make out the outline of a bra as well. I thought that was a good sign that today should be more normal.
“This all smells great,” she said, smiling as she came down. She crossed the room to where I was and wrapped her arms around me in a hug.
“Good morning,” she said. “And thanks for taking me up to bed last night. I was so tired!”
“Good morning to you,” I said. “And sure. No problem.”
It seemed like she was either going to ignore the spanking session, or pretend that it had been perfectly normal. I was not sure I was fine with that but had no interest in discussing it over breakfast.
“So,” Bailey said, sipping coffee and settling in front of her food. “What’s on the agenda today?”
“I figured we could go to the mall,” I said. “We need to pick up some clothes for you. It seems like you didn’t come with much. And any toiletries you might need. Anything you want, really.”
“I don’t want you to spend too much on me. You are already doing so much for me, Brent,” she said.
“Forget it. Think about it as back pay for 19 birthday presents I never got you. And once you have a job you can buy your own stuff.”
I could see tears forming in her eyes.
“Thank you!” She said. “You are the best!”
“Speaking of a job,” I said. “No pressure, but if you are interested I could use some help around the office. It’s very entry level but it could help you build some experience. And save up for school too. Like I said. No pressure but we could make this work.”
I only had time to blink before Bailey was wrapped around me again hugging me tight. She must have thrown herself at me to move so quickly.
“Thank you thank you thank you!” She almost shouted. “I’ll do such a good job! I promise you won’t regret this!”
I laughed as I disengaged from her.
“Ok,” I said. “So you like this. I’ll start you next week on Monday. Enjoy your time off until then.”
We finished up, cleaned up and headed out to my pickup to drive to the mall.
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We were about half way through the forty minute drive to the mall when I managed to steel up enough courage to bring up the incident the night before.
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