When All Resistance Is Gone

Literotic asexstories – When All Resistance Is Gone by KaneSubotai,KaneSubotai Kat and I never got along from day one. Maybe from even before then. Everyone commented on it. Said it was unusual. Especially as we were twins. Our folks had sent us both to therapy. Together and individually. Disaster. Together, we openly brawled. Separately, we bitched, each about the other. Nothing worked. We literally couldn’t be in the same room without a fistfight ensuing. Family holidays were invariably a disaster. One airline had even put us on their no-fly list. After years of refereeing, finally, my parents decided on something more drastic. Shortly after we turned 20, they took an extended, open vacation and left us behind. Sayonara!

Ok, a bit about us. Kat was five foot tall plus change. I, my name is Kay (short for Kevin somehow), was six on the money. She was slim, petite, raven haired, and according to anyone who cared to express an opinion on the toilet wall in our old high school, had a rack angels would weep for. To me, she was plain ugly. A whining gas bag self-entitled valley girl wannabe. I played sports and computer games. The first had me fit and lean, the second, wanting for friends. I was a loner. She was a socialite. She was vegan. I ate steak. I volunteered in the local old folk’s home. She never missed a party.

My parents briefed us each separately before the great escape. We would both have access to the same pool of cash to keep us together till they returned. The refrigerator and freezer were stocked for months. Anything else, we could swing for. For three days after they left, neither of us saw the other. We were two ships passing, etc.

Everything changed on day four.

It started with texts. Which I didn’t bother reading and left on unseen. All day long, I went from class to class, pretty much alone. My phone chirped and chirped, I ignored it. Arriving home that evening, I fully expected to have the place to myself. When I found signs of life, I was pissed. I decided to cook quickly and head to my room, keep out of her way. It seemed like the best solution for a quiet life. It had worked for the last three days at any rate.

I was still clattering pans when Kat walked into the kitchen. I sensed her arrival but chose to ignore it. She didn’t say anything for a while. Just stood there looking at me throwing food in a pan. Eventually, she coughed. Not a clearing of the throat cough, more a ‘hey, fuckhead’ one.

Throwing my eyes skyward, I turned.

Kat stood on the other side of the island. The first thing I noticed were the shiners. Both eyes. Somewhere that registered in my head as a broken nose. Then I saw the arm, wrapped wrist to armpit in a white bandage. Then, the cut on her forehead. My stomach lurched. I may have despised her, but I also discovered, in that moment, that I felt responsible for her like no other. We shared a connection few other people on earth could even comprehend. I might make her life living hell, but god forbid anyone else should try.

“What happened to you?” I asked, a tad over-sharply out of habit.

She continued to stare at me for a moment, keeping it together. Then, her lip trembled and the tears started to fall. Up until that moment, I’d never seen Kat cry. Like, I mean, never. She just didn’t. I presumed she probably did. Just never in front of me. Now, tears were streaming down her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead a massive sob came out. Followed by a gut-wrenching moan. She sank to the floor. I didn’t know what to do. I stood, mouth open, watching her melt down on the kitchen floor.

Every ounce of animosity I’d ever felt towards her drained out of me in that split second.

Then, I took a step towards her. Her knees had buckled, and her skirt had ridden up, legs akimbo before me. My eyes were incongruously drawn to her crotch and the flash of white panties beneath her tiny black skirt. I shook away the image and went down on my hunkers beside her.

As gently as I could, I said.

“What happened, Sis?”

“Where were you?” She spat venomously.

“What?” I was afraid now.

“I was trying to reach you.” I remembered the WhatsApps.

“Eh, I had my phone on silent. Are you ok?” Ok, stupid question.

“No, you moron, I’m not.” I took that, because, basically, I deserved it.

I decided to try to sound empathetic.

“Please, Sis, you’re freaking me out, what happened?”

“I was attacked. Ok?”

“Attacked?” This couldn’t be happening. Parents were barely out of the country, and I’d let my sister get attacked and then ignored her pleas for help.

“I spend the morning in the emergency room.”

I realized I was experiencing a new feeling in relation to my sister: guilt.

“Oh, shit, Kat. I’m so sorry. I should have checked. What happened?”

“I was mugged.” She began to ball again. My heart sank and I felt like a complete shit.

I moved around her and went to hoosh her up and towards the sofa.

“Ow! Fuck off.” She snapped. I found myself backing off rather than slinging insults.

“Tell me what to do, sis. Have you called the cops?”

“Yes. They took a report but didn’t hold out much hope.”

“Are you hurt?”

“Eh, Sherlock …”

The look on my face must have been priceless because she laughed and seem to thaw slightly.

“I’m ok. Bruises and sprains. Broken nose. Mostly just scared.”

“Oh, Kat. I’m really sorry.”

“You said that.”

“Here, let me get you to the sofa.”

This time, she let me help her onto her feet and I half carried her to the sofa in the corner of the kitchen. I gently laid her down.

“Can I get you anything?”

“What? Like chicken soup, idiot.”

‘Anything, sis. Something to eat? Drink? I could make you a salad.”

She laughed again.

“I’m ok. Just sore and scared.”

“What happened?”

She began sobbing again and I sat beside her, trying to decide if I should hold her hand or something. Maybe put an arm around her.

“I found some rotten vegetables in the larder. That skanky smell in the kitchen? You probably didn’t notice. It smelled like your bedroom. Turns out it was rotten broccoli.”

I shrugged. Housekeeping wasn’t my strong suit.

“I thought I’d chuck it straight in the dumpster in the back lot rather than in the trash. I went round behind the building and disturbed two guys smoking a joint.”

“Christ, sis, you’re lucky!”

She gave me a dirty look.

“I mean, they could have killed you.”

“Kay, they tried to assault me.”

“Assault you?” I looked at the black eyes and the bandage. Didn’t that constitute assault?

“Rape me.” She began to sob again.

This time, some reflex kicked in and I hugged her, sickened.

“Oh, Kat.” Tears filled my own eyes. I felt doubly responsible.

“They, they knocked me to the ground and were pawing me.” It came out peppered with raking sobs.

“One of them was pulling off my panties. I was screaming. Sallah, the janitor, just happened to come out into the yard and saw what was happening. He scared them away.”

I held her closer still, trying to avoid the sore bits.

“You’re ok now.” I tried to placate her.

“Kay. They’re still out there. What if they come looking for me? They know I live in this building.”

“I’m here now. I’ll protect you.” I did feel suddenly brave and ferociously angry. I wanted to go out on the street right now and track those bastards down and give them a beating. Let them know what it was like to be afraid.

Sis burst my bubble.

“What can you do?” She said quietly.

“Wait here.” I replied, stupidly.

I ran into my room and came back with my baseball bat. I dropped it on the small table in front of the sofa. Kat looked at me like I was insane.

“For starters.” I ran back out again. This time, I raided the closet in my parent’s room. I found the box hidden away in the back and rifled through it. I grabbed my dad’s gun and the box of ammo from his bedside table. I was fitting slugs into the chambers when I arrived back into the kitchen.

“What are you doing with that?” Kat said, half laughing, half scared.

“I’m going to protect you. Or at least make you feel safe.” I said, in what I hoped sounded like a protective voice. Truth was, I never even held a gun before, let along used one. I’d have to go and Google how to take the safety off later.

“Could I have a glass of water?”

“Your wish …” I jumped up and fetched her a tall glass of water full of ice.

“I’ve got a steak defrosted if you’d like to use it on your eyes.” She smiled properly for the first time. I’d never noticed how her smile lit up her face before, but I guess she wasn’t in the habit of smiling around me.

“You keep that for you.” She said kindly. “I’ve got some creams.”

“How about an icepack?”

“I’m ok. Relax.”

“Can you take a shower. Or a bath? I could run you a bath?” She held up her arm with the white bandage.

“So, what, all it took was the threat of a rape to get you to be civil to me?”

“Hey, you weren’t exactly meeting me halfway, either!”

“True. Owww.” She had tried to lightly punch me with her sore arm.

“Careful. What can I do to make you comfortable?”

She looked at me straight in my eyes, my stomach flipped, and I felt a weird pulling sensation in my groin.

“It’s going to sound weird, but could you barricade the door and make sure the place is secure? It’d make me feel a little less scared.”

“Sure thing, sis.”

I searched the apartment and settled for emptying a big old oak bookcase and setting it on its side across the door. I lined glass ornaments along the top side. They’d fall and make noise if anyone tried to push the bookcase out of the way. Then I took a photo of the setup on my phone and went back into Kat to show her the snap.

“Feel safer?” I asked.

“Yes.” She whispered, softly. “Thank you.” She really must have been rattled to speak so softly to me.

“One other thing.” Kat said, returning to her bossy old self. I nodded. Right then, I’d have agreed to anything to assuage the guilt I was feeling.

“Anything.”

“I may hold you to that.” She laughed. “But, if you’re talking to mom and dad, not a word. Ok?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

Sibling Omerta I could do.

“Lips sealed.” I knew we’d both be grounded for life if the parents ever heard.

“Thanks.”

After that, things never quite returned to normal for us. First off, I now felt super protective towards Kat, and was determined to accompany her wherever she wanted to go. Even though she beat me into the world by fifteen minutes, I now felt like the older sibling. The protector. Secondly, Kat’s outgoing nature was massively dented by the assault. Over the next few days, I came to realize she was actively not going out. In fact, she hadn’t left the apartment once since the attack. I began to wonder if I should try to find someone for her to talk with. Third, she now had a hair trigger sleep thing going. If I went into the kitchen late at night for a snack, she’d appear within seconds to check what the noise was. One night, I was late back from the library, and I found her in tears on the couch. She had convinced herself that something had happened to me. When I gently quizzed her about it, it turned out that she was terrified the two guys were lurking about the building and would do me in to get to her.

I did my best to keep her calm, but all suggestions about seeing someone fell on deaf ears.

So, I found myself staying at home more too. She really did get frantic if I even went to a local store. I’d get a bunch of WhatsApps there and back. Besides, shifting the bookcase every time I wanted to go out was proving to be a nuisance.

I quickly became adept at cooking vegan dishes. And to be honest, I even began enjoying them, and the company of my sister while we ate. We still bickered, but only over stupid stuff, like what to watch on TV.

Time passed and we fell into the rhythm of an old married couple. Separate rooms and all.

Our parents kept in occasional contact, but finding we were civil with each other, they decided they had found a strategy that worked, and decided they weren’t in a hurry home. I was secretly thrilled. As each day went on, I felt like I was making up for lost time with my twinnie. Once we dropped the antagonism, turned out we got along really well.

Soon, Kat’s black eyes faded through the rainbow and away altogether. Her arm was better too. But her fear of the outdoors remained. I suggested we try a local pizza place one evening. She agreed, once they delivered or I could collect.

I suggested a walk in the park. She talked about the chance of rain.

I let it slide. In part, because I was enjoying looking after her. And I began to become used to living within the confines of the apartment. We’d spend ever daytime moment together, then go our separate ways in the evening. Out of the blue, I’d begun to watch porn on my laptop at night and would often whack myself to sleep and wake up with headphones in my ears and my laptop open on the bed. I noticed my tastes in porn changing over time. I’d always had a thing for older women, but my age profile began to lower. Black haired girls started to appear prominently.

Apart from a lack of outdoor life, Kate began to relax at home. She took to wandering about in a sloppy t-shirt and shorts most of the day. I got in on the act with a college sweatshirt and pair of track shorts. We began to take on the appearance of two wasters. Two happy wasters.

The one thing that I didn’t reckon on was my newfound affection for my sister evolving into love. I guess, taking on the role of protector automatically meant I had something worth protecting. And something worth protecting demanded love. I found that I liked the idea. It appealed to my macho instinct. I knew I couldn’t do anything about what had happened to her, or help her with her growing fear of outside, but I could be here for her. Her rock.

One evening, our conversation took a turn I think neither of us really expected. We were sitting beside each other on the sofa, flicking through Netflix. Kat had spotted some romcom she’d been wanting to see, and I grudgingly agreed to watch it. As the film progressed, Kat asked me the dreaded question. The one thing I missed about our hating each other was the disinterest we both had in each other’s lives. Now, out of the blue, Kat wanted to know why I didn’t have a girlfriend.

“Because I’m minding you, dear sister.” I responded smart-assly. That got me a thwack with the cushion.

“I just haven’t found the one.” I settled on. Then decided attack was the best form of defense.

“So, what about you? How come there aren’t a load of guys knocking the door down? It’s not like you’re not attractive.”

The last comment was a throwaway, but it seemed to land funny with Kat. She didn’t answer for a long time. I got engrossed in something stupid going on with the movie and had pretty much forgotten we’d even been chatting when she replied. It took me a second to reestablish context.

“You think I’m attractive?”

“What?” I asked absentmindedly.

“I said what do you find attractive about me?”

“I didn’t say I found you attractive, sis. I said you were attractive. Like to other guys.”

She smiled demurely.

“But if you were able to step outside of your brotherly role?”

“What?”

“If you pretended not to be my twin for a minute, what would you say was attractive about me?”

“Not your neediness, anyway.”

“Come on. I’m serious. I haven’t heard a compliment in weeks.”

“Oh, fawning-withdrawal is it? Don’t you have Insta or TikTok for that?”

“I haven’t been on either in weeks.” She said quietly. “I can’t.”

“Hey, sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m not upset, just feeling dumpy and ugly.”

“You’re neither dumpy nor ugly and you know it.” I said.

“But I want to hear it.” She smiled.

“Ok. You’re very pretty.”

“Pretty? What are you, my grandmother?”

“I don’t know.” I got to my feet, a bundle of nervous energy all of a sudden. I had grown intimate with Kate over the weeks, but this felt intimate intimate.

“Come on, bro.” She insisted. “What do you see? As a guy. Not as my brother”

I moaned and paced up and down a bit, ringing my hands in my hair.

“Ok, you are beautiful, your brown eyes are stunning and soulful but sparkle when you laugh. Your boobs are big but perfectly proportioned to the rest of your body. You’re really funny, kind and silly. Your figure is knock out. And your ass would bring the dead back to life. Ok?”

I’d blurted the whole thing out without thinking. It came, freeform. I hadn’t even realized I’d noticed half the things I said. And now I’d said it, I was purple with embarrassment, and willing the ground to open up and take me. I couldn’t even run out the front door to escape. Eventually, not hearing sniggers or a sharp intake, I turned to gauge her reaction.

Kat had the strangest look on her face. If I had a gun to my head, I’d say she was pleased at my comments. But it was more than that. It was like she was thrilled I had made them. That she relished my compliments.

“What?’ I said. “Don’t leave me hanging. I’m embarrassed enough.”

“That was really… sweet.” She said, voice cracking.

“That was Stockholm Syndrome.” I laughed. Then added, “Well, I have to be nice to you now. Don’t I?”

“We’re you just being nice?” The look of quizzical desperation that crossed her face made me crack.

“No. I do think you’re gorgeous, and if you weren’t my sister …”

“What?” She said quietly.

“What what?”

“If I wasn’t your sister?”

“I would … fancy you.” I said.

“Just that?”

“I think that’s more than enough of a confession from a twin, don’t you?”

“So, there’s more?” This time whispered but with a devilish smile.

“Kat.” I pleaded.

“I didn’t realize you’d been ogling my ass.”

“Hardly ogling. Observing.”

“Ha.”

She smiled and laid a hand on my thigh. I jolted at the touch.

“Jeez. What’s got into you?’ She said.

“I’m just not comfortable with all this touch feely stuff.”

“Come here.” Kat held out her hand and I took it. She pulled me close to the couch and kissed me on the side of the face.

“That’s for being nice.” She said.

I headed for my room, conscious that my dick was swelling. I couldn’t quite square away the appearance of my chub with complimenting my sister but guessed I’d been locked up too long. I flipped open my laptop and went straight to my favorite porn site. The first video that caught my eye was a brother sister one. Jesus. I wasn’t into that. Was I? Five minutes later, a cum soaked rag told a different story. The fact that it was Kat’s face in my mind when the moment came, so to speak, didn’t make me feel any better.

Later, I served diner a little bit more subdued than usual, mainly because of the guilt I felt at my earlier activities. Kat seemed to think I was still feeling weird about our conversation and overcompensated with compliments about my cooking.

Later, when we were watching a movie, she redoubled her efforts to put me at my ease, with the opposite effect.

“You know you’re very handsome?” She said. “A real man.”

“Oh, come on, Kat.” I said shyly.

“I bet the girls line up.”

“No, they don’t.” I retorted quietly, immediately regretting my response.

“What, really?”

“Um.” I said, trying to close down the conversation.

“I know Alice and Beth think you’re hot.” She added. The mention of two of her friends that lived firmly in my spankbank made me feel worse. I would have severed my left arm to make out with either of them. Hell, with anyone. “Seriously, if you weren’t my brother …” she left it hang. But hang it didn’t. Instead, my cock went up like a tentpole at the thought of my sister telling me she would fuck me if I wasn’t her brother. But I was her brother. Her twin brother. Even if I wanted to do something, and I didn’t, there’s no way she’d be into it.

After that exchange, I detected a distinct change in Kat’s wardrobe. The sloppy tees and shorts were replaced by a selection of expensive ‘leisurewear’ that she insisted was for Pilates or Yoga or exercising. These outfits generally consisted of a figure-hugging crop top that in the past would have been called a teensy-weensy sports bra, and leggings so tight they didn’t so much accentuate as define the intimate. Their appearance led me to take more frequent but shorter breaks to my room. The purpose of these visits was never discussed, but I often detected a smug smile playing on Kat’s face when I’d reappear slightly shamefaced.

Things rolled along like that for a week or so. One afternoon, I had to leave the apartment to pick up a parcel for my parents. When I returned, Kat was standing in the living room, shaking. She was wearing light grey, skintight leisurewear that would have caught my eye had she not turned white as a ghost.

“Hey Sis, what’s up?”

She acted like she couldn’t see or hear me. Just stared into the middle distance, shivering. I reached out and touched her shoulder. Instantly, I saw a dark stain appear on the crotch of her leggings. It spread rapidly, outward and downward. At first, I was bemused, then realized she was wetting herself. Urine pooled about her sneakers as the flow continued. Her leggings now looked closer to slate grey, and I tried to figure how to break her trance.

I took her in my arms and held her close, ignoring the damp feeling against my bare legs. I held her and put my head close to hers, mouth against her ear. I whispered over and over.

“You’re safe, Kat. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

At first, she was stiff as a board and trembling. Slowly, I felt her body sag against mine and the shaking slowly subsided. I kept on holding her, long after I felt my own shorts soaked through, and the light smell of pee had permeated the entire room. As worried as I was, I have to admit, I was also massively turned on. I barely even knew things like peeplay existed. Now, I’d experiences something firsthand that I could honestly chalk up as the most erotic sight of my life. If only it hadn’t involved my sister being in distress, I thought guiltily.

Eventually, Kat began to breathe normally, and I felt her embrace tighten as strength returned to her arms. We held each other for what felt like an hour. Certainly, long enough for the pee to become freezing cold and uncomfortable for me. I could only imagine what it must have been like for her.

“Oh, Kay.” She whispered, helplessly. I felt a surge of pride that I could protect her, and fear at the fact that she recently felt the need for a protector. I also had to be careful to keep my rod of iron away from her.

“I’ve got you.” I repeated.

“I’m so cold.” She whispered. I realized she was shaking again, this time from the freezing pee-soaked clothes rather than the fear. I swept her up into my arms and carried her to the shower room. Still holding her like a giant child, I used my other hand to turn on the water. When the temperature felt just right, I stepped in under the jets, still holding her. I figured both our clothes would require cleaning, so why not? I let the warm water flow over us both, washing away the smell of pee.

Kat began to fully come to. She started spluttering and waving her arms about.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing, doofus!?” She shouted at me, bringing back memories of less happy times together.

“I’m warming you up and cleaning us both.”

“What? Why?”

“Em, Kat, you peed yourself.”

“I what?”

“Something freaked you out while I was gone.”

“There was a knock at the door. I thought it was them.”

I relaxed. “It was Sallah. I met him on the stairs. He was just checking in to make sure everything was alright. Said he hadn’t seen either of us in so long.”

Kat began to sob again, long jagged breaths with plenty of snot.

“Ugggh!” I screamed, waving my hands as if getting rid of the mucus.

That got Kat laughing. Soon, I felt comfortable enough to leave her on her own to strip down and shower properly. Meanwhile, I was going to grab some clothes and do similar in the parent’s shower. Well, that and a quick tug to get rid of my bulge.

When I emerged, Kat was standing in the living room wearing just a towel. Her hair was towel dry and hung about her shoulders. When she spotted me, she came over and hugged me.

“My hero. Again.” She whispered.

I smiled, holding her at arm’s length.

“Now, you go straight to your room, young lady, and change into something dry before you catch your death.” I did my best Dad impersonation.

“Yes, Daddy.” She replied with a seductive inflection that gave me an instant boner. I quickly turned away so she wouldn’t see. I made for my room and proceeded to bang yet another one out. At least my prostrate was healthy, I thought.

After that, it seemed like we’d crossed another line or had let yet another barrier down. Kat took to leaning against me whenever I sat anywhere. Or sat on me or draped herself across me. I couldn’t move without some tactile affirmation from my sister. When we watched a movie now, her head would be resting in my crotch. I was forced to recite the alphabet or the Pledge of Allegiance backwards in my head. I listed off the halftime acts from every Superbowl I could remember — in order. Anything to let sleeping Kay lie. Last thing I wanted to do was poke her eye out with that thing!

The last line of defense fell the following day. Again, we were watching trash on daytime tv, just killing time. Kat was just out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around her while she painted her toenails. She was leaning so close to me, you be forgiven for thinking we were conjoined. I wasn’t complaining and now felt really comfortable with her being so close. That is until she slid her hand under the waistband of my joggers.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I said, jumping reflexively. Kat remained completely relaxed and acted like it was the most normal thing in the world. She left her hand, palm down on my bare abdomen.

She smiled.

“Well, I haven’t been able to get you to make a pass at me, so I thought I’d admit defeat and just grab the bull by the horns. Pun intended.” She laughed.

“But, I –” I started.

“Are a gentleman. And my hero.” She finished my sentence. I became suddenly, incredibly aware of her hand as it made a fist around my cock. The feeling was instantly intense, amazing. Her hand was warm and her grip strong but not too strong. She began to slide up and down my shaft. Some part of my brain screamed: ‘make her stop’. But it was too little, too late. I groaned. She smiled, a warm loving, caring, satisfied, devilish smile. And, then, to my eternal shame, I exploded into her hand.

Kat giggled and then laughed at my mortification. Guilt flooded my mind. How could I have let her do that? Kat just kept on stroking. Then, she lifted her hand clear of my waistband. I saw it slick with my sperm, huge gobs of white everywhere. I ridiculously wondered how I could have produced so much of the stuff, having so recently relieved myself. I was about to say something along the lines of this being a mistake, when she lifted her goo-soaked hand to her mouth and greedily slurped my cum into it. She licked her lips and my cock twitched again.

Sucking each finger carefully, she removed all traces from her hand. Then slipped it back into my pants and grasped my plump member again. The feeling was just as intense as before and I could feel myself growing once more in her hand.

“I love you, brother.” She sighed.

“But, we can’t do this.” I said.

“You’ve been so good to me these last weeks; I just want to make it up to you the only way I know how. Is that wrong?”

I tried to resist. To make some argument. To plead for caution. But my rising member flooded my brain with hormones that agreed to disagree. That’s my story anyway. Soon, Kat was sliding her hand up and down my fully erect penis once more, this time slick with my own juices. The feeling was amazing, and I was lost.

She leaned close to me and kissed my cheek. Once. Twice. Then slid her mouth towards mine and kissed my lips. They twitched with her touch. My being trembled. And my mouth opened with a sigh. I accepted her tongue into my mouth and embraced it with my own. Our lips mashed together with growing intensity as we each seem to just know what the other would like. My hand, as if of its own volition, strayed to the knot on her towel and released it. The towel fell away, revealing Kat’s beautiful body beneath it, not that I could see it, with my tongue down her throat and my eyes shut in bliss. But I could imagine it. My hand found one of her breasts and she moaned into my mouth as my fingers closed on her nipple. Not entirely sure what to do, I squeezed it, and flicked it, and rubbed it between my fingers, which seemed to elicit the correct responses. Then I gently squeezed her large breast before sliding my hand to repeat the same actions on the other side. I’m nothing if not an equal opportunities groper.

Kat’s other hand, meanwhile, had snaked up my neck and her fingers entwined in my hair, holding me in place while she increased the intensity of her kisses.

Then, she broke away, and my mouth made to follow hers. Hers instead dipped away from me as she lowered her head, hand dropping from my head to my waistband. She pulled the band outwards, and I felt my cock thrump straight up into the cold air. It felt wonderful. But not as wonderful as Kat’s lips which suddenly encircled the head of my penis. They felt wet and warm and alive and unlike anything I had every experienced before. I took a sharp intake of breath. I could feel her smile on the head of my dick in response, as she lowered her mouth down along its length. I felt the head of my penis hit the back of her throat, and her throat yield to it rather than gag. Her muscles seemed to massage the head, only increasing my sensation of lightheaded bliss. Her hand had wrapped around my balls and gently stroked them, as her other hand snaked up to hold my shaft in place as her lips slid back towards the point. Then, half stroking with her hand, half fondling my testicles and half bobbing up and down my penis, she gave me my first ever and best ever blow job. There aren’t words to describe how everything else in the world just stopped to let this happen. Time itself stood still, or at least my perception of time, as her silken lips slid over and over up and down along my shaft, pulling my soft skin up and down with them. Then her tongue enveloped the head of my penis, stroking the glans. It was indescribable and incredible in one.

Soon, oh, too soon, she broke away with her mouth. Her hand continued its gentle stroking as her mouth found mine again. I could taste myself and her mixed together on her tongue and it was intoxicating. I longed for her mouth to be back around my dick once more, but happily settled for her tongue in my throat. This time, as she kissed me, I felt insistent hands pull at the band of my sweats. The intention was clear, and I aided her in removing them, kicking them off my ankles. All the time, she kept stroking me.

As much as I wanted to cum again, and boy did I want to cum again, I also wanted to return some of the pleasure she was giving to me. My hand sought out her thighs and slid upward along them and delved down between where they met. Kat eased her legs apart to aid in my access, and my fingers came into contact with a velvety tuft of hair. Fine as doll hair but soft as down. My fingers slid through the hair, searching for the crack I knew was down there. They encountered a dip, and wetness, and then a yielding, opening flower. My fingers dipped down and inward and Kat murmured appreciative sounds into my mouth. Her other hand found mine and moved it this way and that, so I’d understand what she enjoyed the most. My fingers, now covered in her juices glided through her labia from bottom to top. When they encountered the small nub there, Kat’s pressure increased on my hand, and she used it to rub back and forth over the nub. This time, she let out a contented sigh.

I was the one to break off the kiss this time. I stared into her eyes, feeling their black hole gravity sucking me down, making me lose myself completely. What little there was of me.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing.” I said, thinking honesty the best policy.

“I know.” She smiled back. “But by the time we’re finished, you’ll be the greatest lover in the world.”

I smiled too. I let my head drop onto her breast, and my mouth sucked in one of her nipples. She groaned and I kept up my strumming on her clit. My tongue swirled about her nipple, slicking it, nibbling, teasing, all the time trying to gauge what gave her the most pleasure. Her hips had begun to rise and fall under my hand, and I follower her touch instructions to swap back and forth between stroking her clitoris and rubbing along and inside her sodden labia. Tiny moans, nudges with her hand and miniscule movements of her body let me know I was doing something right.

I swapped breasts too. Administering now to the other nipple, while my free hand squeezed her free boob. On and on I went, swirling my tongue, mashing my hands, stroking her pussy and clit. I was rewarded with a clenching of the thighs on my hand, and a quickening of Kat’s breath. Then she squealed and bucked her bottom up and down a few times. She let out a long moan and snatched my hand away from her sex, as if she had suddenly grown hypersensitive down there.

I looked up into her now dewy eyes expectantly. She smiled and covered my lips with hers. This time, the kiss went beyond passionate. It felt like she was writhing against me and trying to become one with me through my mouth.

Finally, she broke.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” She said, half question, half order. We stood, her naked and beautiful, a slick dribbling down her leg, me with my dick poking straight out from beneath my sweatshirt.

“As you sure this is a good idea?” I said, praying she wouldn’t have second thoughts, but feeling like I should say something. She started walking towards the bedroom and I caught sight of her bare ass for the first time. Dainty. Dinky. Delightful. It was the perfect meeting of two of the most gorgeous peaches ever seen. My cock twitched in her direction as if pulled by a magnet.

“I think your dick is answering you own question.” She laughed, looking back over her shoulder. He hips swayed and her ass followed hypnotically as she walked away from me. I raced to catch up. Nothing in the world would have stopped me.

I followed her into her bedroom. She turned at the end of the bed and grabbed my face in both hands.

“If you’ve any idea how hard and how long I’ve worked to set this up, you’d realize I don’t have a doubt in my mind. Never did.” She planted a kiss on my lips again. It lingered. Her arms came up my back and mine encircled her, as we sank into another long and passionate kiss.

Eventually, she broke off and came up for air.

“I’ll tell you one thing, you’re a natural kisser, and that shit can’t be taught.” She pushed me, the backs of my knees hit the bed and I tumbled backwards onto the mattress. Like a panther, she was on top of me, stalking along my body. She pulled my sweatshirt off and flung it unceremoniously to one side. Then turned and crawled back down the other way. Her mouth descended onto my cock once more, just as her beautiful, landscaped sex swung into view above my face.

I stuck my tongue out and spread her little topiary pubic love heart. I ran my tongue along her slit, as I had my fingers earlier, and felt her shiver to my touch. My tongue found her clitoris and I tried to mimic the movements and pressure on her clit she had shown me with her hand earlier. I must have gotten something right, because she increased the pace on my cock and waggled her ass in my face. The lower part of my body was sending incredible pleasure signals bouncing like a pinball machine around my body. Not only was she an amazing sucker of cocks, but her naked body was also rubbing against my naked body in a thousand different places, further stimulating me. Add to that the pleasure of pleasuring her and the exquisite taste of her and the heady scent, I was lost in a trance of sheer delight. Somehow, I managed not to shoot into her mouth. I’ve no idea how, because what she was doing to my penis should be illegal on the grounds that any man would agree to anything or do anything to feel the continued touch of her mouth down there. I only hoped she was getting even a fraction of the pleasure from the rather less proficient tongue of yours truly.

I was just thinking that, when she thrashed her hips and ass above me, let out an anguished cry with a stifled gasp and then mashed herself down onto my mouth as hard as she could. She rubbed her pussy over my chin and jerked it back to my mouth over and over in. spasmodic rhythm all of her own. The she grew still for a second. Then mashed into me again, yelled out and went still. I tentatively stuck my tongue back up into her slit. As soon as I hit her labia, she rolled off me laughing and doubling up.

“Jesus, that was intense.” She said, and then seeing my worried face added, “Turns out you’re a natural at cunnilingus too. She kissed my sloppy mouth with her sloppy face. We made out some more, her being careful to keep her pussy as far away from my touch as possible until the sensitivity level dropped. My hand found her ass instead and my palm marveled at the soft roundness of it.

“Looks like you’re an ass man.” She laughed, then added enigmatically. “We’ll have to see later.”

Grabbing my cock again, she swirled her tongue around the head, leaving a thick slick of saliva on the top. Then, still holding it in one hand, stepped across my body and planted her pussy over the head of my cock. With a deft piece of guidance, she positioned her docking station and, staring straight into my eyes, lowered herself onto my cock. It felt like the world shrank to a pinpoint somewhere on the head of my penis, then my entire being was sucked into her through that point. Warm, velvety, muscly, wet. It felt like home. Home enveloping my cock as it sank deeper and deeper about me. Or rather as she sank deeper and deeper, impaling herself slowly on me till our pubic bones touched.

I let out a long, slow groan. It felt like every second of my life had been building to the one moment. Every sensation I had ever experienced in my life paled in comparison to the intense perfection of my penis in Kat’s pussy. We lay like that for a minute or two. Just feeling my fullness matching her emptiness perfectly.

“Like that?” She whispered seductively in my ear. I just groaned again in agreement.

“You ain’t felt nothing yet.”

Slowly, Kat began to move her hips. The sensation of her pussy pulling and sliding along my cock was beyond extreme. Nothing I had ever even heard about, let alone experienced myself, came close to that feeling. It was like two perfect, interlocking, lubricated parts of the same machine had suddenly been engaged and the works set in motion. I understood in that moment, that I would never be able to give this up. I would crave this feeling forever and for every moment of my life moving forward. Whatever the most addictive drug in the world was, it did not come close to this feeling.

I was so enraptured, I barely noticed Kat sliding her ass back and forth slowly increasing in pace. I became aware of her pussy walls, yielding and allowing me to penetrate her deepest recesses and then trying to grip me tight as I was sliding off. My cock and her pussy we locked in an eternal battle of in and out. In, we were both complete, out created such a sense of longing, such a feeling of missing and loss, that we had to come back together again.

And so, it continued, as she rocked back and forth on my lap. He pussy leaked fluid all over my abdomen, creating a slick she could slide up and down. My pelvic bone mashed her clitoris. My cook too was oozing precum that anointed my shaft and her internal walls, making even the tiniest contact insanely stimulating.

My hands were all over her, acquainting me with every inch of her flesh. I stared up at her, her beautiful breasts bouncing above me, her face, concentrating hard, on the edge of ecstasy, bottom lip held between her teeth. Her hips, like some perfect human machine, rocking back and forth on me. I found the crack of her ass, and slid my hand along its slickness and down, rubbing over her little puckered asshole. She sighed an invitation.

I pressed gently against the edge of her sphincter which yielded slightly, opening under my pressure. The tip of my finger slipped inside. The effect on Kat was immediate. She began bucking wildly on top of me and making a noise I can only describe as keening.

This time when she came, she shrieked and bucked her ass, attempting to skewer my finger on her bumhole. It frightened and exhilarated me at the same time. I was so shocked at the reaction, I forgot to come. Kat was a whirling dervish, humping at me like a mad thing. I felt wetness pour over my legs, warm and welcoming. She collapsed across my chest, moaning and breathing hard, my finger still in her ass, cock still in her pussy.

“Jesus, bro.” She panted. “That I didn’t expect. Quite the dark horse.”

We both laughed.

She sighed and mewled on my chest, half asleep, my hard cock was still inside her, still enjoying the warmth and tightness. The convulsions of her orgasm had almost sent me over the edge, but I guess the ferocious number of released I’d had recently had desensitized me somewhat.

“Ohhhhhh…” Kat sighed with ongoing pleasure. I held her tight and gently caressed her, kissing her neck and the side of her face.

“I’ve soaked you. And my bed.” She said. “Never knew I could be a squirter.” She saw the look on my face.

“When I came that last time, I lost control of everything. God know what flooded out of me.”

“Something perfect.” I said.

She kissed me again.

“God, when you’re nice you’re lovely.” She smiled.

“Ditto.” I laughed, tickling her. She squirmed on top of me, shooting sensations through my rigid cock. I obviously wasn’t the only one feeling it. Soon, her wriggles became little thrusts, little thrusts became long piston-like glides as her face took on a serious, far-away look. My hands caressed her breasts, teased her bullet nipples, ran all over her abdomen, found her ass again. I sighed in bliss as Kat began a low, slow moan. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she swayed on my cock. The feeling of her labia sliding back and forth on the skin of my penis and, more especially on the head, twitched me towards completion. As soon as the thought popped into my head, I felt a rushing sensation within me, it started in me feet and shot up both legs simultaneously. Meanwhile, something similar took off from my hands and my brain, shooting south. These treasure trains hurtled through my body towards each other and collided with a massive explosion in my crotch. I felt myself pour into Kat. And with that outpouring came an ecstatic rush of pleasure that expanded beyond my body and out into the universe, smothering Kat as it exploded.

As I began to retune to earth, feeling spent and exhilarated at once, I was aware of Kat sobbing on top of me. I wrapped my arms about her and said “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Smiling through tears, she put her face in my face, nose to my nose, and dripping snot gasped. “I have never felt anything so intense in my life. That was beyond amazing.”

Relieved I hadn’t injured her, I kissed her, and we embraced and held each other dozing until my member plopped out of her.

“Bro?” She asked sweetly, running her finger over my chest later.

“Yes, darling.” I said, absentmindedly flicking an erect nipple with my fingernail, thinking my sad, sleepy little penis was going to need some rest after today.

“Would you like to try my ass now?”

I sighed and smiled as Kat giggles, feeling my penis suddenly engorged and rigid against her belly.

“Turn over there, sis, let the hair see the rabbit.”

She thumped me. But also rolled over in the bed and presented me with her two perfect half-moons. I didn’t need asking twice. I buried my face between them as she squealed in delight. My tongue quickly found her little aperture and licked around it in decreasing circles, until, finding myself at the center, pushed my way inside. Kat shoved her ass back onto my tongue, forcing me deeper. I could hear her grunts of pleasure, and slid my hand along her sex, finding it slick and receptive. I dipped two fingers inside her and pushed them deep. Kat groaned at this pincer movement.

With a slow in and out movement in her pussy and a pushing, licking, in and out in her ass, she was soon writhing under me.

“Oh, for god’s sake, Kay. Get some lube from my bedside and stick it in me now.”

I broke away for a second and Kat lay panting, expectant, face down on the bed, waiting patiently while I doused my cock and her ass liberally with lube. I used my fingers to work the lube into her sphincter, widening it, and elicited a long, drawn-out groan.

Slipping my cock into her ass was so different to being in her pussy. It was tight, resisting, at first felt like it wanted to push me right back out, and then pull me in like it would never release me. I took it slowly and gently, careful not to tear her skin, or inflict any pain. Gradually, the head disappeared inside, and soon, a fair portion of my cock was in her. We lay unmoving for a few moments. Kat made low mewling noises, like it was pleasurable, but could turn painful. I followed her lead, as I had done all evening.

Then she began to rock her pelvis, pushing her ass back onto my cock. Soon, I picked up the pace and began to slide in and out of her, careful not to fall out completely. I found her rhythm and matched it. The feeling of coming down, cock buried inside her, my abdomen pressing against her plump ass cheeks was incredible. Soon, she repositioned herself into a kneeling position and I found myself doggy style fucking her ass, holding her hips.

Much as I loved it, and please don’t get me wrong I loved it, but when we both came, and I felt her ass suddenly squeeze tight on my cock, I missed being able to look into her face and see her reaction. And as I shot inside her once more, I longer for her to be able to see the look of delight that crossed my face.

We curled up, arm in arm, leg over leg, covered in sweat and semen and juice and piss and god know what else, contented. Soon, we both drifted off to sleep in loving arms. I awoke a few hours later to find my cock back in her mouth.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled with her mouth full. “I just couldn’t resist.”

That became our joke. Whenever one or other of use felt horny, or even just caught a glimpse of the other, and initiated something sexual, we say ‘Sorry, just could resist.’ And truth be told, we couldn’t.