Appreciate the comments and feedback of Babydoll. Of course, these are fictional accounts, any likenesses or similarities are purely coincidental. I wanted this to be better than the first one -- I hope it is. Please read the first chapter if you haven't. My object is to create more of a drama-love story, within this genre, as opposed to perverse, kinky, fruitcake stories that don't turn me on. I feel if it turns me on, then maybe it will turn you on. Hope you enjoy. Any feedback will be kindly appreciated.
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I left Ash's room that day knowing that I was going to have to have that pussy again. The way her velvety walls clung to my cock was no match for playing solo. It was such a perfect fit that I knew that we belonged together. She had me hooked and I was obsessed. But, at the same time, I didn't want to be too aggressive. I wanted more than her pussy. There is no way that you couldn't say that this was true love.
I'd have to say that Ashley's one big problem is that she could have very little self-confidence. I've already told you about her figure. She is fairly tall and thin, but well toned, and she has the complexion of a Swedish girl. How a girl this beautiful could be so reserved about her looks is beyond me. But, I was going to make sure that she knew how beautiful she was while taking full advantage of the situation.
The one thing that I held to my advantage was that I knew that since we were little kids, my sister Ashley had this kind of crush on me. She was always hanging around me and wanted to do whatever I did. I really didn't mind, because I felt the bond, and this is what had made me begin longing for our first sexual session.
She was always into wearing tight-fitting clothing and she didn't mind walking around in her panties, bra, or bikini. I believe that she was just as enamored by me as I was of her. The difference being that she was a girl and a girl isn't always comfortable about acting upon their sexual desires. I also think that her shyness kept her from accepting the forward advances of guys our age. I don't think that she truly thought that she was ugly or unattractive. It was more like she needed some aggressive positive reinforcement to let her know how hot she was. This is what had allowed me to get into that tight little pussy to start with.
I knew that I would have to be patient. Sure I could attack her, but that would be tragic. Either I would get into a lot of trouble or she would be emotionally scarred for the rest of her life. I wanted love from her and for her to want it as much as I did. If this meant that I couldn't get my rocks off for a while I was willing to accept that.
Another issue was our Mother, Stepfather, and Older Sister. I couldn't be so forward about the feelings that I had for Ashley that I caused any suspicion amongst them about what was going on. Oh, I could give Ashley material things and splay beautiful words upon her; but I had to have a certain -- shall we say -- healthy dose of paranoia about how the others might react.
After our first tryst, Ashley kept a healthy distance from me and I didn't want to push the issue. The next day I let her know that I was serious about her being my girlfriend. I told her that she was my number 1 and that I didn't care about any other girls. She told me that she was so confused that she didn't know what to think. That what we had done was wrong and that it couldn't happen again. I promised her that I would never do anything that she didn't want to do. Then I asked her for a hug, which she reluctantly gave to me. The assuring hug and the gentlemanly kiss on the cheek assured her that there would be no shenanigans on my part.
That was my first step back into the permanent good graces of Ashley. But, I wasn't ashamed of what I had done. That pelt belonged to me. I was her first and no matter what happened that would always be. Now my good graces would get me a permanent position in her sexual life. The first step was to get back to experimentation.
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I figured that the best way to be near her was to start doing my schoolwork with her. I certainly wasn't a better student, but I figured that I could help her since I was a little older. This was also a smooth way to be near her because we just appeared to be taking an interest in one another's studies and nothing would be thought of that.
The funny part was that the residual effect was that both of our grades improved from C's and B's to A's and B's and praise began to be heaped upon us from our parents, grandparents, and teachers. Heck, this was a good by-product of my dastardly intentions. It is funny how some good can come out of wanting to get your dick all ooey and gooey.
The even better part was that I had won over Ashley heart and soul. Maybe not well enough to get her to lock another vice grip on my cock, but enough to where she would display a lot of affection towards me when there was no one else around.
She was so proud of the fact that her mind was developing and that she was having praise heaped upon her. She had started to come to life in the way that she expressed herself, both mentally and physically. This brought out even more guys that were trying to make forward advances towards her, but I think she had decided to stick with me whether that was a conscious or subconscious decision.
Our parents were so happy with our newfound maturity that they started leaving us on our own even more. Of course, Jan would still be around much of the time to create her authoritarian havoc, but we found ways to deal with her -- those were the best times for studying or doing chores.
When we were all by our lonesome, we talked about our private issues so thoroughly that we were able to start communicating non-verbally. It had only been 2 months since our first sex and I knew that anything too fast would spoil my best-laid plans. I had to be sure not to jump the gun. Hell, the occasional jack off session relieved a little pressure, but there wasn't the same kind of thrill in it anymore. After that first taste of Ash's muff nothing could compare.
I knew that I had to move things forward and I knew that I deserved a reward for the development of our maturity. I started getting to where I would kiss her for any reason at all. She never made me stop, but she didn't reciprocate. I would ask her for a hug and she had no problem with coming up and openly embracing me, but she would never initiate the contact.
On the last day of the school year, we were home by noon. We had found out our grades for the previous semester and Ashley came up to me and told me. She had made all A's for that semester and she was so thrilled that she threw her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek with a loving embrace
I just melted into her as she said to me, "Jimmy I couldn't have done this without your help."
I told her. "Ash you don't know how proud I am of you. You should realize how smart you are now. You are smart and sweet and you are so beautiful. Besides, helping you has helped me. If you haven't noticed I am doing a lot better and staying out of the dog house."
I started feeling tantalized as I held her and stroked her hair, "Ash, just think we've got the whole summer off to relax and have some fun. I think I'm going to go get in the pool and relax."
With a twinkle in her eye Ash she told me, " OK, I'll be out there in just a few."
"Hey, Ash will you wear your Black Bikini. You look so hot in it."
Snickering a little wistfully, "Jim, I haven't worn it since last year. I don't think it fits."
I wasn't going to pressure her because it was just a passing thought. "Ok, I'll see you out there in a few."
I went upstairs and put my swim trunks on and went out and jumped in the pool. I didn't have a care in the world. Sure I might get a little part-time job, but this was the end of May -- the Friday before Memorial Day -- and there would be no school for two and a half more months. This was freedom; the freedom that I knew that I needed to enjoy while I wasn't weighed down by the burdens of adult life.
About twenty minutes later Ash came walking down and she was stunning. She was wearing that old black bikini and yes it did look a little more snug on her than it had a year ago, but man did she look sexy. It wasn't a string bikini -- my mother would never let her wear anything so scanty. But, the sides were very thin and the front didn't leave much to my boner's imagination. I loved the strapless bikini top. Her chest reminded me of Dian Parkinson's -- the former Barker Beauty on the Price is Right.
I couldn't hold back my smile at seeing her like this. It made me feel so warm that she had done what I wanted. All I could manage was to stammer out, "Hey Ash." I think she could see the love in my eyes as she nervously smiled back. She went and laid down on one of the lounge chairs next to the pool and proceeded to start rubbing Hawaiian Tropic on herself. That was a good thing, because she, like myself, needed to start working on her tan.
I got out of the pool, not caring if she noticed the woody that she had created, and strolled over beside her, "Honey could you put some of that on me. I'm not wearing anything."
"Sure and maybe you could put some on my back too."
So I grabbed the bottle and put lotion on all the places I could reach. Then I sat in front of Ash and let her rub the lotion on my back. "Man, that feels good Ash." It only took a few moments for her to get the lotion applied, but I enjoyed having her hands on me. Now if I could ever find a way to get her to voluntarily do so."
