One Thing Leads To Another 7

Entering her room, without knocking and waiting for a response to it, was a mistake, but one that was easily forgivable. We've all done it. However, staying to look at her while she was asleep on top of the covers, whilst only wearing a flimsy nightie that was as short as a t-shirt, wasn't. But I couldn't help myself. Rosie, my Sister, was a voluptuous woman, with curves in all the right places, and what she had on was doing very little to hide her impressive body. The fabric was sheer, almost see-through, and the nightie was extremely short. It was as if she was naked. Just looking at her was enough to make my heart race and my cock rapidly expand to its full length. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but the temptation to stay for a short while, because what I was seeing was exciting me, was more than I could resist. And was there any real harm in what I was doing? I was just looking.

She was on her back, with her long shapely legs closed tight. My eyes were on her heavy breasts that were straining against her nightie. Two large mounds that were gently heaving as she breathed. The rhythmic movement of them was hypnotic. I wanted to put my hands on them, to feel her nipples pushing back against my palms. To feel them swell as they responded to my touch. Even though the nightie was in the way, I could see that she had plump nipples. When aroused they would be even more impressive. Long and thick, as nipples should be. Perfect for sucking on. Thinking about doing that made my mouth water and my erect cock twitch a couple of times.

Then she suddenly moved her legs, startling me. I froze. I was the proverbial rabbit in the headlights. Horrified, waiting for her to wake up, but unable to move a muscle. When her eyes flickered, I gulped. She was going to open them and catch me in her room. Thankfully though, they remained closed, and she was still again. With relief, I realised that I'd got away with it. It was time to leave, but as I was about to, I looked at her again. Despite the obvious danger in staying, leaving was the last thing on my mind.

Before, I'd been standing at the side of her bed, now I was kneeling at the end of it, leaning towards her. That was so that I could get a better look at her pussy, that was exposed because she wasn't wearing any panties. On display, for all the world to see, but only I was getting that privilege. Sometimes you just get lucky. The sudden movement of her legs, that had nearly given me a heart attack, had ended with them being spread wide. And to make it even better for me, her knees were raised up high. It was as if she was about to be examined by a gynaecologist. Now that's a job that would interest me!

What I was doing was beyond reckless, it was extremely stupid. It could, in an instance, go horribly wrong, and I'd be in deep trouble. So deep, that I'd be unable to talk my way out of it. But I could end it by getting up and leaving. That was the sensible thing to do. However, I was a young man, only eighteen years old, therefore I was obsessed with anything that was sexual. For me, the opportunity to have a close up look at my Sister's naked pussy was too good an opportunity to ignore. And it was one that was unlikely to ever occur again, so it was now or never. And as they say, fortune favours the brave.

Rosie was twenty one, but she has the style and sophistication of a much older woman. Her nails are manicured and she is always well-groomed, so it didn't surprise me to see that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed. Not a hair out of place. But that was a casual observation, because between her legs there was something much more interesting to look at than her neat bush. Her pussy.

Such big lips, definitely a mouthful. Just how I like them to be. I could see her clit, still in its hood. It wouldn't take much to make it come to life. Gently rubbing it with a finger, or a tongue slowly sliding across it, would be sufficient. And I was near enough to do that to it. Fortunately though, I still had enough self-control so that I was able to resist that strong temptation. Then, when I looked at her little pink opening, that looked so inviting, my resistance started to crumble. Pushing my cock deep into it was now all that I could think about, and how good it would be to fuck her.

That's when I unzipped my jeans!

My cock was out, standing proud. As hard as it has ever been. I was holding it in my hand, knowing what I wanted to do with it, but unable to act. I was trying to convince myself that my Sister wanted this as much as I did. However, that was just wishful thinking. The reality was that she would wake up, and as soon as she realised what I was trying to do, she'd scream. And then my life would be over.

If my Sister had woken up while it was still in my jeans, then I might have been able to come up with a plausible reason for why I was kneeling at the end of her bed. Very unlikely, but not impossible. However, if she was to wake up now, and see me jerking off while staring at her exposed pussy, then the only thing I would be able to do was to beg for forgiveness and prey that she didn't tell our parents.

I was furiously stroking my rock-hard cock, whilst imagining what it would feel like to be fucking her. Her hot wet pussy would be gloriously tight. It would be as good a fuck as I've ever had, perhaps even my best one. When, after less than a minute, I spurted, I had to stifle a groan. It was an intense climax that was lasting a long time. Wave after wave of hot spunk erupting from my twitching member. Most of it going onto my jeans, but some onto the carpet, that I had to carefully wipe up with a tissue.

When I got back to my room, the enormity of what I'd just done, hit me. I'd foolishly risked everything for a quick thrill. While doing it, I'd been prepared to accept that risk, but that was only because I was sexually excited. Now that it was over, and I wasn't thinking with my cock, I could see it how it really was. A very stupid thing to do. But I'm nothing, if not an upbeat person. Always able to think positively. So it wasn't long before my earlier 'minor' indiscretion wasn't a concern. I'd consigned it to history.

-

As was normal for most working days, we all ate breakfast together. An oasis of calm before we went our separate ways, to earn a living or to study.

Mother was the first to leave, then shortly after it was Father, muttering that he was going to be late as he left the table. We were now down to two, Rosie and me. We were students, with lectures that didn't start until ten o'clock, therefore we could have a leisurely breakfast.

I finished before her, and was about to get up from the table, but I stopped when she gently put a hand on my shoulder.

"Last night I had such a vivid dream. Please stay and I'll tell you all about it."

I nodded. Happy to do so because there was still plenty of time left before I needed to leave for college, and because I was curious to hear what she had to say.

"We were in bed together, and..."

After suddenly stopping, she laughed, and then she said, "No, I didn't mean YOU and me!"

That's what I'd thought, and she must have seen it written all over my face. I felt such a fool. Thankfully though, I wasn't blushing.

"So who was the lucky man?"

"What makes you think it's a man?"

Before I could ask if it was, she said more.

"It was David."

"Your David?"

She nodded. He had been her boyfriend for a long time, but not anymore. They'd split up three months ago. However, they had remained friends, and it wouldn't surprise me if they eventually get back together again.

"So what were you doing?"

"At first, it was romantic, sweet and tender. We were kissing and cuddling, and he was telling me how much he loved me. Then it suddenly became passionate. His hands were all over me, and mine all over him. We couldn't get enough of each other. It was as if it was our first time together in bed. You wouldn't believe how exciting it was."

We've always had a good relationship, often confiding in each other, so her telling me this wasn't surprising. For us, there was no sibling rivalry, we were good friends.

"Do you think it means that I should get back with him?"

"No, it just means that you need to get laid."

That made her laugh, almost uncontrollably.

She'd now told me about her dream, so I could go. However, last night's illicit time in her bedroom was still on my mind. Seeing her as I had, almost naked, and jerking off while doing it, had excited me. I wanted her to excite me again, but this time by telling me intimate details of her dream. But was she willing to do that? There was only one way to find out.

"I want to hear more, what you ACTUALLY did together."

The look I got from her, said no, then she confirmed it by shaking her head. But I wasn't willing to give up without a fight. My sad face and pleading eyes amused her, but it was still a no. That wasn't successful, so I was going to have to play my trump card. If that doesn't work, then nothing will. However, I was confident that it would work.

"You can have my ticket."

On hearing that, her eyes lit up, and so they should. At this moment in time, it was my most prized possession, and I was offering it to her.

"Really?"

I nodded. Both of us were mad about football, her even more so than me. She'd been disappointed when she hadn't been able to get a ticket to the big match at the weekend, and then envious of me when I had obtained one, at great expense, from a friend. And to make it even worse, I'd been goading her. Taking every opportunity to remind her that I was the only one with a precious ticket. That she was a loser.

Despite me willing to give it to her, she was still undecided. It was a while before she spoke again.

"OK, but you must never tell anybody about this."

I wouldn't, and even though she'd given me a warning, she knew that I would keep it to myself. As both of us like to say, 'snitches get stitches'.

"So what do you want me to tell you?"

"What he did to you, in as much detail as possible."

"You're such a pervert," said while she was smiling, so I wasn't offended.

"He started with my tits."

Of course he would. Her large firm breasts with big nipples were too good to ignore. I'd only ever go for her pussy when I'd had my fill of those twin peaks and ripe teats.

"Fondling and caressing them, and then concentrating on my big nipples."

Imagining him doing that to them was making me hard. Her plump nipples were a thing of beauty, and it wouldn't have been long before he had them in his mouth.

"Did he suck on them?"

"Yes, greedily, like a hungry baby."

Then she giggled, making her sound a lot younger than she actually was. That got my pulse racing.

"Now my pussy was getting excited. I was already so wet."

That's when I noticed the change in her. Initially, she'd said the words without any real emotion, but that last sentence was different. It was full of it, telling me that for her, there was now more to this than just doing what I'd asked so that she could get that ticket. And I was going to make the most of it by asking as many intimate questions as I could. That ticket had been expensive, more than I really should have paid for it, so for her to get it from me, she was going to have to earn it.

"And you wanted him to finger you?"

"Oh yes," was her quick response.

Said as if she was eager for that to happen to her now as she had been in the dream. That took my excitement to another level. Was it possible that this would eventually become more than just talking? I quickly dismissed that as wishful thinking. She was my Sister, therefore she was off-limits.

"I was desperate to have his fingers deep inside my little pussy. In me up to the knuckles. And enough of them to fill me up."

Not as desperate as I was for those fingers to be mine instead of David's.

"When he suddenly pushed two of them deep into me, I moaned with pleasure. Then he was furiously rubbing my clit, and I could feel my climax building."

Why couldn't I have dreams like that? Mine were so mundane, rarely sexual, and never as vivid as this one. And in the morning I always struggled to remember them, whereas, she seemed to remember everything in great detail.

"It wasn't long before I got there. Such a big one. When It ended I was completely satisfied, but also exhausted. That's when I woke up."

She'd told me a lot, but I was still disappointed. I'd expected more from her than that.

"I thought he was going to fuck you?"

After shrugging her shoulders, she said, "Well he didn't, but he would have if the dream had gone on for longer," then she added, "Now hand it over."

I shook my head. Her response to that was to give me the evil eye. If looks could kill, then I was a dead man.

I quickly said, "Don't worry, you'll get it."

That pacified her. However, I could tell that she was expecting me to explain why she couldn't have it now.

"I want to hear more about the climax you had." Then I suddenly had a better idea. One that was outrageous, but nevertheless, I was still going to ask for it. "No, I want to watch while you make yourself come. And I want you to do it now in front of me."

Her face was a picture. First it was shock, then disbelief, eventually it became amusement.

"Nice try Freddie, but it's a no. That's more than I'm willing to do."

I was confident though, that I could turn it into a yes.

"It's no big deal. Your hand will be under the table, so I won't actually see you do it. And if you want to, you can close your eyes."

Even so, her agreeing to do it in front of me like that was still crossing a line. And she knew that, because it was taking her a while to decide if she should do it or not. When eventually she spoke, I held my breath.

"OK, but you really are a pervert."

This time she'd meant it, but I didn't care. All that mattered to me was that I'd got what I wanted.

As her hand went under the table, she closed her eyes, making it easier for her to pretend that I wasn't there. It was then moving again so that she could get it into her panties. When a low moan suddenly escaped from her soft pouty lips, it told me that she'd started. That her clit was being serviced. Knowing that, excited me more than I thought was possible.

Of course, she would be good at it. Caressing it countless times before had made her an expert. A man might have difficulty in finding its sweet spot, but not her. She knows exactly which part of her precious jewel is going to give her the most pleasure, and exactly what to do to it to get that pleasure.

I was staring at her face, fascinated by the changing expressions on it. I was tempted to take my cock out and join in, but if I did that, she might notice, and that could result in her stopping what she was doing. I couldn't risk that. I wanted, no, I needed, to see her come.

Her brow was furrowed and she was frowning. An indication of the concentration needed to get herself off. And her low moans, now more frequent, a testament to the excitement that the action of her fingers inside her panties were giving her. She was close, on the edge. Very soon, it would be over, but would it end with a whimper or a bang? My money was on it being a big one.

I was watching her face, but within my peripheral vision was her arm, the one that had its hand under the table. Before, there'd only been a slight movement, now it was shaking. And I knew why. She was furiously rubbing her clit, desperate for it to end. I was on the edge of my seat, leaning forward to be near her. As eager as she was for her to come.

It had been a steady progress, that would eventually lead to the inevitable conclusion. Even so, when her climax arrived, it took me by surprise, and apparently, from the look on her face, her as well. That shaking arm was suddenly still, and her face had instantly changed. It looked as if she was in pain. Then she opened her eyes and screamed. I flinched. Moving away from her so quickly that I nearly fell off my chair. Now her head was leaning back, as far as it would go. She was looking up at the ceiling, with a dead eye stare, and she was softly whimpering.

After a climax such as that, it was going to take her a while to recover. And it did. Forty seconds, and I knew that because I timed it!

She was now sitting upright, with both hands where I could see them. She looked pleased with herself, and so she should. Not only has she just had a big climax, she was also going to be the proud owner of that precious ticket. One that some people might even kill for.

"I've fulfilled my part of the deal, and now it's your turn. Give me the ticket."

She certainly had. I'll be jerking off while reliving this, for weeks, if not months. The ticket was a small price to pay for that. After taking it from my back pocket, I placed it on the table in front of her. She quickly snatched it up, and then she waved it in front of my face. Taunting me, as I'd done to her when it was mine. I just ignored her.

As I got up from the table, I asked. "When you come, is it always as impressive as that?"

"Yes," then she added, while looking directly at the obvious bulge in the front of my jeans, and while smiling mischievously, "Sometimes though, it's even better when there's a nice cock deep up my little cunt."

For the rest of the day, all I could think about was my cock being inside my Sister's gorgeous pussy!

-

It was a good match, but the most important thing was that we'd won. Watching it on the television had been enjoyable, but for my Sister, at the stadium, it must have been amazing. I was deeply envious of her having been there, and I couldn't wait for her to get home and tell me all about it.

-

"Where are you?" she shouted. Loud enough to wake the dead.

She was now home, and obviously as eager to talk about the match as I was.

"I'm here, in the living room," I shouted back,

She didn't just enter the room, she stormed in like a whirlwind. And with a face like thunder, rather than the happy smiling face that I'd expected to see. Before I could ask her what was going on, she was shaking her fist at me in a menacing way.

"You cheating bastard. I bet you've been laughing at me. Did it make you feel good to know that you'd got one over on me?"

Despite her aggressive posturing, and accusations, I remained calm. I hadn't done anything to anger her, so this had to be a misunderstanding. One that could quickly be sorted out.

"Sit down and tell me what you think I've done."

That got a snort of derision from her, followed by, "Don't play the innocent with me. You know EXACTLY what you've done."

"No I don't, tell me," I asked, while shrugging my shoulders.

She then took something out of her pocket, and without any warning, she threw it at me. I flinched as it came towards me. It hit me on the chest and then it fell to the floor. I looked at it. Just a small thing. I picked it up. It was a scrunched up piece of paper.

Pointing to it, she said, "That's the ticket you gave me. It's not real, it's a fake. They wouldn't let me into the stadium. And not just that, I nearly got arrested for having it."

It was hard work, and I had to pull out all the stops, but eventually, I managed to convince her that I hadn't known that the ticket wasn't genuine. I'd been duped when I'd bought it.

"OK, so it wasn't your fault, but you still owe me. I had to put my hand inside my panties and play with myself in front of you to get it, and it turned out to be worthless."

She was right, I did need to make amends.

"What do you want from me?" I asked.

"Let me think about it."

It was taking her a while to decide. I didn't know if that was good or bad for me. However, whatever my 'punishment' was, I was just going to have to take it on the chin. When she suddenly smiled, I knew that the wait was over.