As late-summer days go, this one was shaping up to fall in the 'glorious' column. The weather was fantastic. It was the kind of sunny and warm day that made you want to get out and do something fun. And, it was the kind of warm, sunny day that compelled people to wear very little clothing. Like most of the beautiful young women on campus for the summer, Penny did not disappoint.
She wore a summery, short blue skirt that came to rest just at the mid-point of her tan, toned thigh. In combination with the tight white spaghetti-strap tank top that she wore with no bra, it set off her features in such a way that she was turning the heads of both men and women alike as we strolled down the main street of the lazy college town.
Penny's perpetually semi-hard nipples pressed outwardly from her perky b-cup tits, a fact that more accentuated her strength and womanhood, than made her seem lewd or cheap. As always, she carried her toned 120 pounds on her 5' 8" frame with perfect posture and shoulders back. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and looked soft and silky as it shone in the sunlight. Ray-ban Aviator sunglasses hid her gorgeous green eyes, giving her an aura of complete confidence.
Me? I suppose you could summarize it by pointing out that I'm no fashion mogul. The simple red tank top I wore read 'UNIVERSITY' in white block letters, and it may, or may not have matched what I like to refer to as my 'utility' khaki shorts that came down almost to my knees. I prefer the term 'utility' to 'old' or 'crappy' for reasons of aristocracy. My ensemble was replete with flip-flops: the obvious footwear of choice for such a well thought out wardrobe. In truth, my look could have been better if I had blond hair and I was carrying a surf board, but my beach-comber style was more coincidental than well-executed.
Occasionally, we'd meet a friend of hers on the street and she'd introduce me as Tim, which was unsettling when she first did that at the party last night, but I was starting to get used to it. Most importantly, she genuinely seemed to be as proud to be with me, as I was with her. Of course, we were both neglecting to mention that we were brother and sister, instead opting to let people draw their own conclusions. Mind you, It wasn't by design. I like to think it was more a byproduct of both of us wanting to spend time together as more than just brother and sister, without freaking anyone out and then having to deal with the resulting social stigma that would undoubtedly cloud her remaining college career. Incest, as it turns out, may be a popular topic on literary porn sites, but in the real world, uh, not so much.
That notwithstanding, Penny and I spent the day together very much as boyfriend and girlfriend. We did a little walking around, a little talking, a little shopping, a LOT of flirting with each other, and we even had a little lunch. Neither of us missed an opportunity to touch, or discretely grope the other. It was fun, and it felt so natural.
Along the way, I realized (though not cognitively at the time) that it was much more than Penny's panties that made my dick hard, though they certainly, nearly constantly, did. What made Penny more attractive to me than any other girl I'd met to that point in my life was that she stimulated me both physically and mentally. I suppose as I look back on it now, on one hand, the fact that Penny was my sister could be considered a cruel twist of fate; but on the other, it served to teach me to pursue similar women, women who were not only beautiful but also intelligent, as potential love interests but I digress.
"My pussy gets damp every time I think about you fucking me this morning," she whispered as she leaned into me while we waited for our food at lunch.
My dick twitched and began that familiar swelling as I leaned back and said, "I'd love to sit you on this table, and lick you until you came, while all of these people watched."
"You naughty little pervert. You'd like that, wouldn't you," she said with a sly grin and a sparkle in her eye as her hand eased across my lap, giving my dick a playful pat.
"You know I would, and I think you probably would too. I'd kill for the chance to make you cum in Brittany's panties right here, right now," I said, and I meant it.
I let my hand come to rest on her smooth, supple thigh just where the hem of her skirt rested. Even though the café-style restaurant was mostly empty this mid-afternoon, we had chosen to sit side-by-side in a corner booth. The notion of licking Penny's pussy in an erotic public display was a wickedly delicious idea, regardless of the sparseness of the audience. As my mind quickly toyed with the logistics and potential consequences of somehow getting her on the table in preparation for a thorough tongue-lashing, my fingers began gently caressing her soft skin, easing her skirt higher on her thigh.
We noticed our waitress approaching with our food, but neither of us made any move to withdraw our hands. As she arranged our plates in front of us, her playful smile made it clear that our light petting had not gone un-noticed. "You two take all the time you need, if you need anything, I'll be up at the bar," she said as she prepared to leave.
"Thanks, good to know," I replied with a smile. With a slower than normal turn, our waitress was gone, and we were left to our relative privacy.
We seemed to take turns between nibbling on our lunches, and advancing our little game of foreplay. I'd run my tongue along the split in the edge of my sandwich before taking a bite, and then return my hand to caressing her thigh, ever testing the boundaries by inching her skirt higher and higher. She would perform mock fellatio on a French fry, or lick the shaft of the straw in her diet Coke, and return her hand to rub or squeeze my hard dick. We smiled and giggled the whole time, but I could see her cheeks becoming flushed, and my cock was beginning to ache for release.
My hand had found its way to the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, all the while easing toward her warm cleft, and soon I could feel the silky softness of the crotch of Brittany's panties on the back-side of my hand. In an attempt to prolong the teasing, I let my hand rest just against the sexy panties, and continued to knead the soft skin of her inner thigh. Penny's pussy radiated warmth, and it was all I could do to restrain myself from simply ravaging her sexy body.
Outwardly, we were both struggling to act as though nothing out of the ordinary was going on, but we were both horny as hell, and I'd resolved myself to making my sister cum right where she sat in that restaurant, and frankly, I didn't care who might notice. From time-to-time, our waitress would glance over and smile, but she kept busy behind the bar, and left us to our own devices.
"Oh god, you're making me so wet," she said with a sigh.
"That's the general idea. I can't help it. You just turn me on so much I can't keep my hands off of you."
Penny let her thighs gently part, giving me free access to anywhere my hand should chose to roam. I pressed the back-side of my hand more firmly against the soft material that cupped her puffy pussy lips, and gently began a slow up and down rhythm. There was an unmistakable heat that radiated, and a dampness that sent a thrill through my body.
A short gasp of breath escaped Penny's lips and it was apparent that, unlike her pussy, her mouth had gone dry as she worked her tongue over her lips in an effort to re-moisturize. She'd completely let go of my cock, and she was alternating between leaning forward with her elbows on the table, and more reclined using her hands to steady herself. But she'd begun gyrating her hips to maximize the friction the back-side of my hand was providing her clit through the panties.
We made a feeble attempt to maintain some small-talk, but that quickly petered-out as Penny became more-and-more aroused. Penny was trying in vain to disguise the fact that I was firmly pressing my hand into her soaking wet slit, and she was bucking somewhat aggressively against it.
I rotated my palm so that my fingers now cupped her panty-covered mound. My index finger parted her puffy lips, and I began pressing Brittany's now very damp panties into her soft folds while maintaining firm pressure against her clit with the base of my finger. Penny's skirt was now bunched high enough above where my hand was diddling her pussy that the soft yellow material of Brittany's skimpy little panties was clearly visible. My index and third finger pressed the valley between her pussy lips and her legs, and I could feel the fancy lace fabric as it eased back and forth across her skin.
"Are you gonna cum for your little brother right here, with all of these people around?" I teased.
"What do you think?" she managed to say between small gasps of breath.
"I think I really want you to. I think I want you to cream all over Brittany's panties. I think I want you to soak them with your pussy juice. Certainly, I would much rather be eating your sexy little cunt right now, but since I can't, I think I want you to cum on my hand while I finger-fuck your pretty pussy in this restaurant. Can you do that for me?"
"Mmmhm" she managed to grunt and I increased my assault on her crotch, making each stroke along her slit longer and deeper.
Our eyes were locked on each other, and Penny had a look of desperate wanting. She was struggling to keep quiet, and for a moment I feared she was fighting a losing battle.
