Dad gets his wish by pickticket69

This was no sibling kiss; this was a dates’ kiss. It was soft and yearning, with a hidden hunger in the background. By the time we pulled apart I could hear her labored breathing and I fought to catch my own breath.

“Sorry”, I mumbled.

“Justin, do me a favor”, Katherine’s voice filled the darkness. “Do that again”, she said softly.

I didn’t think about it, I just responded. I pulled her into my arms, wrapped them around her. Her firm breasts pressed against my chest as my lips found hers a second time. This time, my tongue slid into her mouth; to duel with hers. I felt her hands slide up my back as she held tightly; her throat thrumming as she moaned into our kiss again.

By the time we separated again, we were both gasping for breath.

“This is dangerous”, she whispered softly.

Without a word Katherine slipped around me and walked to the front door of the house. She stopped and looked back at me as she held the doorknob.

“How ‘bout a movie next Saturday?”, I yelled.

“I hope you pick a good movie”, she said back to me, and then disappeared into the house.

I drove away, with seven inches of steel hardness between my legs caused by my sister. I kept hearing Katherine say, ‘this is dangerous.’

“And…how did it go?”, Jess asked.

“He was the perfect gentleman”, Katherine said softly. “And I’m soaking wet”, she continued looking at her friend. Jess said, “then let’s clean you up”.

Justin knew he only had a few more weeks before prom, so the time crunch made me him push a bit faster than he wanted. He informed his parents he had another date the following Saturday.

His father had given him the scowl when he said he had not bedded the ‘girl’ on their first date.

“Get with it boy”, his father had scowled.

But when I told them it was a movie date, his father applauded.

“Perfect”, he told Justin. “The old hand can land anywhere in the dark and who is to blame.”

Justin felt his stomach flip. After the ending of their first date, the kiss he and Katherine had shared was far beyond anything a brother and sister should. Could he really make a pass at her in the dark theater? How would she react?

Those thoughts never totally went away; even when he pulled into Jess’s driveway the following Saturday. The last week he and Katherine had hardly seen each other; she was finishing her exams and he was trying to get every extra he could in at his job. He hadn’t heard her leave the house earlier in the day, and he had wanted to see how she would dress.

As he stood inside the entryway waiting, Jess just watched him. He could feel butterflies in his stomach, he shook himself inside; this is your sister for God’s sake, he thought. He turned at the sound of steps and when Kat walked around the corner, he couldn’t stop the surge of blood that filled his cock even if had wanted to.

Her hair was done up in softer curls and lay splayed out on her shoulders. This time she wore a touch of make-up and her lips were glistening a light pink. She wore a light blue button blouse, and the first two buttons were undone, giving just the hint of cleavage from her breasts. The material was thin enough Justin could just barely make out the hint of her bra through the fabric.

She was wearing a mid-thigh leather skirt that hugged her hips and flowed with the curve of her ass like a black velvet second skin. Justin trailed his eyes from her firm supple thighs down her tanned legs to the sky-blue painted toenails in open heels.

“Holy fucking God”, he whispered softly.

Katherine turned and looked at him, hearing the soft murmur.

“You’re beautiful”, Justin choked out.

“Thank you”, Katherine gave a shy smile as she walked past him to the front door. As she passed by him her voice barely above a whisper, hit Justin like a load of bricks. “And you’re hard”, she said laughed calmly.

Helping her climb into the truck again, he couldn’t tear his eyes from her. Katherine looked at him.

“Is my outfit too overboard?”, she asked.

“No, it’s fucking hot!”, Justin admitted.

They rode in silence in the growing dark until Justin could barely discern her tanned thighs next to him, but the image was burned into his brain from his continuous peeks when Katherine shifted in her seat or crossed her legs.

Picking the movie had been one of the easiest things Justin had done. He and his sister had almost the same likes and dislikes. He pulled into the theatre parking lot and found a spot. As he turned off the engine, Katherine reached out and gripped his hand in the dim light of the parking lot.

“We’ve always been honest with each other”, she said softly.

“Yes”, Justin said slowly, not sure where this was going.

“Are you still hard?”, he heard her ask in a small voice.

“Yes”. Justin couldn’t deny it, and she was right they had always been honest together.

“Why you still hard?” Katherine asked as she turned and looked at him.

“Don’t ask”, he choked out. “It’s wrong.”

“Is it because of my outfit?” Her voice sent a tremble through him.

“Yes”, he could barely speak the word.

Justin walked around the truck and opened the door. He extended his hand, but this time Katherine turned to full face him. As she prepared to slide out of the seat; her thighs parted. Justin couldn’t help himself; it was like a magnet pulling his eyes, and he glimpsed the color of purple lace between her firm thighs just as she started to slide towards him.

For the first hour of the movie Justin was in pure hell. He barely saw much of the show as every time Katherine crossed her firm muscular thighs, his eyes were drawn to her legs. When he glanced up his heart rate nearly doubled. Didn’t she only have two buttons open? He thought. Now three were undone and the top half of her breasts were clearly in view in the flickering light of the screen.

He had hoped that the distraction of the movie would help his raging hard cock subside. Instead, it was the opposite. He lost track of how many times her fingers gripped his arm; and once, she reached out and gripped his thigh only inches below his groin. The constant contact and the sight of her exposed flesh kept a steady flow of blood pumping into his engorged cock.

Finally, he couldn’t stand the tension and suspense. The words of his father rang in his ear; you could always blame it on the dark, he thought. He reached out and took a drink of his soda; replacing it in the holder, instead of resting his hand on the armrest, he let his hand drift to the side and let it come to rest on the smooth skin of Katherine’s thigh.

For a brief second, he felt her tense under his touch; and then she relaxed. He had expected her to yell at him, but her face stayed locked to the screen. He was more shocked when she made no attempt to stop him as his hand slowly drifted over her thigh.

Her skin was warm and soft under his fingers; and Justin marveled at how smooth her legs were. He began to explore the length and width of all that bare skin; each inch sending more blood into his already painful hard cock. When his hand bumped the edge of her skirt, Katherine reached down and gripped his wrist.

Oh God, she’s going to tell me to stop, Justin thought. Instead, he was shocked by her soft words.

“What color are they?”, Katherine asked in a soft whisper, while her eyes never left the screen.

Justin knew then she had seen him peeking when she got out of the truck. His immediate reaction was to deny and to claim ignorance. But it was the thought they had always been close that changed his mind.

“Purple…lace”, he whispered back.

Justin was further shocked when she slowly released his wrist but did not move his hand away. Instead, she lifted her hand and rested it on her arm rest at her side. When he didn’t move his hand for a moment, in rabid fear, Katherine gently parted her thighs, inviting him in.

Sliding higher Justin found the edge of her now drenched panties, amazed at how much moisture clung to her thighs and seeped through the cloth. God, she’s a fucking swamp he realized. He slid his middle finger up the crease of her thin panties, until he found the hard bud of her clit. He began rubbing it lightly.

“Unngggggghhhhhhhhhhhh”, Katherine gave out a low guttural moan.

Justin continued to tease and pleasure that hard bud. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing became even more labored. Finally, she turned and looked at him, a fire glinting in her eyes.

“If you don’t put your finger inside me right now, I swear to God I’ll scream” her voice low and husky.

Justin knew what they were doing was wrong. It was not only culturally illegal, but morally wrong. And if his parents ever found out, he would be disowned. It didn’t matter at that moment, as he saw the sheer pleasure on Katherine’s face. Katherine pulled her soaked panties aside. Extending his middle finger, he watched her face as it slid between her soaked lips and into her steaming depth.

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the arms of her chair; her mouth opened in a silent moan and her eyes fluttered. Without moving his arm, Justin gently pumped his fingers in and out, moving slowly to hide the sloshing of her wet pussy. Katherine rested her head on his arm, and her orgasm hit. He watched as her body began to tremble.

After she finished, she gasped softly, “No man has ever…touched me…like that. Until now, Jess is the only one who ever made me orgasm.”

Justin could feel warm juices flowing over his hand. She reached down and gripped his wrist, slowly pulling his finger free. She stared at the fluids that clung to his finger is amazement.

Katherine brought her wet fingers to my nose. The scent was intoxicating. I opened my mouth, and she stuck them in. The taste was more intoxicating.

Justin wasn’t sure what was going to happen. It’s not every day you sit in a dark movie theater and finger your sister to a mind-numbing orgasm. But Katherine quietly rearranged her clothing and seating. She reached out and twined her fingers in his and they sat and watched the remainder of the movie.

Through the rest of the movie and quiet drive back to Jess’s place, one thought kept invading Justin’s mind. After they had pulled into the driveway he turned to his sister.