The Johnson's weren't quite your typical American family, but there was nothing really out of the ordinary about them. Amy, the mother, had one twenty-seven year old daughter from her first marriage to a European man whose genes had dominated Laële, and he had given her an old Celtic or Gaelic name. From her second marriage, she had twins first, Tasha and Tara. Your average twenty year olds, there wasn't anything different about them setting them aside from any group of twenty year old girls other except that they were identical and did everything together. Then there was nineteen year old Brad, Amy's only son, her favorite if she ever admitted having one. Finally the baby, eighteen year old Stella, a real wild child.
Brad was a lone boy in a full household of women, because all but Laële still lived at home. It's all he was used to, since his father had died when he was four. His mom did very well but had never married a third time. Meanwhile, Brad was alright living with four women, visited by a fifth frequently. It made him more understanding of the female sex, and therefore more attractive to girls at school. Although he'd had a few chances, he was a virgin. The girls who'd offered it to him were sluts, and while he wasn't asking for a chaste supermodel to lose it to, he at least wanted someone who hadn't been with the entire football and basketball teams.
He himself was a swimmer. He had a pretty big dick, even flaccid, which garnered him some stares from the high school girls' team. He was getting his stuff together for an off season summer vacation practice when Laële showed up.
His decade older half sister looked great. She could've been used in movies as a Celtic princess, with long thick red hair and snappy sparkling green eyes. She had full, dark lips and the palest skin of the family. It wasn't a bad pale, very ivory looking, a porcelain complexion. She had a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheek, and delicate, fine features, with gorgeous cheekbones. In a low cut tank top and short shorts, she could stop traffic. She was tall and slender, with long legs and a tiny waist, and smallish breasts, a 32B.
Brad couldn't help but gape a little on his way out the door.
"Hi, Brad," Laële said in her low, quiet voice which she never raised, even in anger or grief. "Where are you off to?"
"Swim practice. I'm walking, and I don't want to be late, so I've gotta leave now," he replied, beginning to leave in just a pair of sport shorts, boxers, and his bag slung over his shoulder.
"I'll take you," she offered. He accepted gratefully. Her car had a nice air conditioner and it was blistering outside. She ran inside gracefully, long legs beautiful in use, to say hello and tell their mom what was happening.
He was already in the car, starting up the a.c., when she got back.
"Where to?" she asked.
"The high school." They drove in silence with only the radio making noise. As he got out and thanked her, she asked what time practice would be over, if he wanted a ride home. He told her and she drove off.
At practice all the guys were asking about his gorgeous chick, but all he had to say was "She's my sister," and they stopped asking about Brad and started asking for a phone number. He laughed at them but privately agreed. That was a fine woman. He felt a little uncomfortable thinking such thoughts, but it wasn't like anything would happen. They were just thoughts, not anything really bad. So he thought about her all during practice. His mind's eye traveled up and down her body, and he wondered what she looked like naked.
Practice ended and he quickly deck changed back into his boxers and sport shorts. He ran out to her car and hopped in. God, her body was so much better in person than any good imagination. He tried to think of other things, but it was too late. He was hard and the sport shorts did nothing to hide it. But she was apparently focusing on the road. At least, he didn't think she noticed.
"Hey, Brad?" Laële said in her low quiet voice; he had never before realized how sexy and smoky it sounded, like a good jazz chanteuse. He was lost for a second, imagining moans of ecstasy emerging from those luscious lips. Then he snapped back to reality.
"Yeah?"
"You won't mind if I have a stop I need to make, will you?"
"Of course not," he replied.
"Thanks," she said, and began driving in a direction that puzzled him. She pulled into a remote, deserted part of the huge local park. Quizzically, he asked her what she needed to stop for here. For an answer, she turned the car off, unbuckled her seat belt, and turned to face him.
"Look at me, Brad," she said, her voice still quiet yet now also commanding. He couldn't help but do what she told him, although he wasn't sure at all what she was doing. With her brilliant sparkling eyes still locked onto his, her hands came up, and she slowly pulled her skimpy revealing tank top off, and he broke the eye contact to glance down quickly. Oh shit! She had nice firm boobs, held in by a strapless black bra. They were a little small, but pert and young looking. His gaze moved to her stomach, and oh, she was hot. He'd always known she was very slim and tall, enough so for modeling if she'd wanted to, but she was also incredibly toned.
He sucked in a sharp breath. My God, she was hot, but she was his half sister. He'd felt uncomfortable just thinking about her, how could he really do anything? Feeling a bit of a pervert, he averted his eyes and stared at the trees outside the passenger window. He sat in the silence, zoning out with thoughts racing through his mind for only a few seconds. Then she took his hand, and he flinched, but she didn't let go. He frantically wondered what she was doing until his hand touched her skin. She put his hand flat on her tummy, then moved it up. She slid his hand under the band of her bra and placed it full on her breast. When his hand felt her hard nipple, he quickly jerked his head to look at her, in surprise. She looked at him steadily as she reached behind herself to unclasp the bra. It fell away, and again he gave a small gasp.
She sat beside him, facing him, wearing only short shorts and one of his hands over one of her breasts. She had a cute smattering of freckles which only served to turn him on further. He was at full erection, seven inches, throbbing. In shock, he couldn't move his hand, wasn't quite sure what she wanted or what he should do.
Laële pressed his hand firmly to her naked breast, and since he would not move, she began rubbing up and down, her tit against his hand. Then she pulled his other hand to her other nipple. She rubbed up against them both, then made his hands squeeze her tight, and then she forced his unresponsive fingers to pinch her nipples gently. He sat there in his tented sport shorts, staring.
She let his hands fall, then unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. She wriggled out of them, pulling her black panties with them. Now he was really staring. She clambered over to his side of the car and sat in his lap facing him. His eyes now knew not what to take in. His gaze flickered from her eyes, to her breasts that he'd just felt, to her neatly trimmed cunt. Oh, the soft short hairs there were covering up such a prize.
The sight of her totally naked snapped him out of his shock, and it made him lose all his reservations. So what if she was his half sister? They wanted each other, right now.
He pulled her in for a kiss, and their tongues entwined as her boobs pressed into his chest, her nipples so hard against him. As she gently squirmed in his lap, various parts of her crotch rubbed against his dick. The kiss ended, but she kept wriggling in his lap as he went back to her breasts. He saw the little wet spots her cunt left on his shorts and decided to excite her more. He put his mouth around her boob, and she let out a low, long moan. He began making out with her nipple. He tried various things, but he noticed when he flicked with his tongue, she jumped.
He pulled his dick out of his shorts, finally releasing his massive hard on. Laële continued her squirming, lubricating his dick with her arousal. Her slit rubbed against his big thick cock in a maddening way; he felt he was going insane with lust. He flicked again with his tongue. She jumped, stroking his erection with her cunt. That was it; he could take no more teasing.
