With her eyes on me, Rachel spoke in a shy voice, "Ok. Ok David. God. It's, It's late. We HAVE to."
And with that, she lifted her leg up over and off me. But as she did, I had this perfect view of her puss, of her legs spread wide over my face, stretching the cleft between her legs, opening this pink and swollen line, wet, dark hairs, and shining wet cum. In the moment I could make out the little white tip of her clit, her leg came back down and she had both feet on the floor. But she was still exposing her little bush as she stood there, as the red nightgown clung up around her hips. Noticing, she casually tugged at the fabric and let it slip down around her thighs.
My pajamas were soaking wet, covered with pussy juice over my crotch. Did she cum? I was still so hungry I couldn't stand it.
She stood there a moment, facing away from me and then sat back down beside me. We sat side by side, breathless.
We said nothing. Rachel was playing with her hair, twirling it in her fingers, looking at her knees.
What do I say? I finally blurted out, "A little something extra," giving her a sideways glance.
"Something like that. God David. Wow!"
I added, "A little more than kissing." Just to fill the space, openly oogling her as she sat there all disheveled in that little nightgown. Her cheeks glowing, her hair a tangled mess. I had a raging hard on, I needed to cum in the worst way. I felt I could reach out right now and touch her, stroke her, kiss her. Do anything. Like she was mine. Like she would let me - anything. I wanted to, knew she would.
But I simply sat silent beside her, meeting her eyes when she would let me. As she continued with these single utterances of, "Wow. Yeah. Wow." Brushing her hair back out of her eyes, leaning forward on her knees. Catching my eye she said, "Sorry," smearing her hand across her lips.
"For what?"
"I shouldn't have laid on you," as she openly looked down at my soaking crotch.
"No. No. I started it. By, touching you," my eyes staring down at her hips, noticing the way her nightgown hung down between her legs. No panties, her bare cunny.
She just smiled and continued rubbing her finger along the outline of her lips, eying me as she did that, "Glad you came with me?"
"Came?" did she? What did she mean? At that, I turned and held my hand right at her throat. She lifted her chin to me, let me stroke her neck, drawing my fingers along her collar bone. She closed her eyes and tipped her cheek against my hand. I could have her right now if I wanted, push her back onto the sofa. I knew that.
"I like this place right here, a lot," I said as I held my hand over her throat.
She pressed herself to where I touched, "Mmmmm, feels nice."
It was electric then, this attraction. Uncontrollable. Liquid, soft. Surrendered. I had this overwhelming desire to go to bed with her, sleep with her. I wanted to ask, was afraid what she might say. The words. To speak them. They were right there. I did not want to let go. She was my sister. Did not want to stop. I wanted to follow her to her room, lay with her. There was no way. No way. I let my hand wander lower, over the thin fabric, one last time, lightly grazing her breasts. Squeezing them, feeling their weight in my hand.
She sat there gripping the cushions, watching, letting me. Looking at my hand as I stroked her, saying nothing. Surrendering to my touch.
I could. Anything.
What would we be thinking tomorrow?
I said, "This is what started it?"
She nodded, "Our secret."
I said, "Time for bed."
She looked at me. "Yeah. I'm tired."
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I got up, and waited for her.
As we walked up the stairs I watched her ass, the flair at her hips, the way the red fabric hugged in at her waist, each step. Her mane of dark hair down her back. Her long legs, bare feet. The bottom hem of her nightgown waving up between her legs with each step; imagining her shining, glistening puss. Her clit. Could feel her bare skin in my hands, her hard little clit, so ready to be touched.
I simply followed. She reached back with her hand and took mine in hers, until we were standing at the top of the stairs in front of our respective doors.
Waiting.
Not wanting this to end, I stood there. Looked at her. Sliding our hands together. I could feel the attraction, it was unbearable. Like an aching pain.
Rachel leaned to me and we touched our lips one last time, a light touch, like a bee on a flower, and she smiled.
"Come in with me," she said while looking back over her shoulder at HER door. She said it absently. Almost as if she had asked me the time.
"Your ROOM?"
"Just for a little minute." I hesitated and she added, "I mean, if you behave. You HAVE to promise me that." She ran her flat hand over my chest as she said it, tipping her head back and looking at me.
I relaxed, took her hand.
No way I would say no
. . .
and followed.
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Her room smelled of perfume, clothes lay everywhere. There was one light on beside her bed. A large queen sized bed, bigger than mine. When we got to her bed, she sat down facing me. I stood in front of her, looking down. I watched that little nightgown twirl around her and open up around where she sat on the bed. I felt disembodied, like a pair of eyes looking at her covered body, knowing she had on nothing underneath.
We were still holding hands, letting them slide together, playing with our fingers, and suddenly nervous. She was smoothing the bed cover beside her with her free hand.
I sat beside her, my heart pounding in my chest.
She smiled, "Hi," pausing before adding, "This Ok?" as she leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. "You CAN behave can't you?"
I sensed she wanted in the most desperate way, for the answer to be no.
"I'll try." And noticing her eying my raging cock, I added, "You?"
"Mmmmm," Rachel began rubbing her hand across my back. God her hand felt so good on me, her slender fingers pressing down the middle of my back, massaging my muscles, untucking my pajama top, and reaching underneath to touch and rub the bare skin of my back.
I was on fire. This was, this whole evening was spinning, every touch, every caress, every sound taking us further. So this was to be her answer, as silence filled the room. Just her touch on me.
I felt her warm hair as she leaned herself against me, I could feel my cock grow at her warmth and touch and smell.
She cooed out to me, "You spoil me."
And with that she let go and rose from the bed.