Wilderwood Ch 05

If there's a moral to this story it's that you should never pass up on an opportunity to fuck your sister.

We'd been out for a ride that afternoon, on Emma's new motorcycle -- which Mom doesn't know about yet -- and had ended up making out under the railroad bridge at Conway. Only the walkway under the bridge is really old and unsteady and when the rail cracked behind us we did the smart thing and sat down and ate lunch and chatted.

Like friends. Like two people who don't jump on one another whenever we're alone because that's the only times we can jump on one another.

Only if we had maybe we wouldn't both still have been so horny that we wouldn't have ended up in the storeroom of the comic book shop where I work later that afternoon, and my friend Zack wouldn't have walked in to find me with my sister up against the shelves with her leather pants unzipped and my fingers in her pussy.

Yeah, we should have risked it under the bridge. The worst that could've happened is we'd have fallen to our deaths into the valley below. Right this second that doesn't sound so bad.

= = = = = =

"Dude... you know that's your sister, right?"

"Zackwhatthefuckman!" I spin round and gesture wildly, both hands, for emphasis. Behind me Emma yelps because yeah I shouldn't have pulled my fingers out of her so fast, and falls on her ass because I was holding her up against the shelf. I spin back. "Fuck! Sorry, Sis!"

"S'okay, " she says as I help her up. She leans on my shoulder, half behind me while she zips up her black leather pants. "Hey, Zack."

"Uh... hi."

"Kinda awkward, huh?"

Zack just bobs his head and swallows a few times. At the best of times he looks like a fish or a frog -- or Elijah Wood if you ask Tina but she's just nice like that -- and right now he looks like he's one step away from going full Kermit.

The door behind him is still open, and I can hear the background buzz of the shop down the length of the short corridor. How long before someone else walks in on us? Emma sidles past me, her pants now zipped up again and her belt buckled. "I should get going before anyone else comes in, " she says to me.

"Yeah."

She walks past me, stops at Zack. "Zack?" She puts her hand out, on his shoulder. "Please don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Yeah..." he says.

I'm amazed at how cool my sister is being. She's calm, controlled, I wouldn't say relaxed but she's definitely the coolest person in the room, which admittedly isn't saying much right now. She gives Zack a smile and walks past him, stepping out into the corridor. At the door she looks back at me, and since she's now behind Zack she gives me a look that's a lot less cool than the one she gave Zack.

I nod, vaguely, and she steps out. Zacks own cool -- or shock or whatever -- breaks about one second later.

"Jesus, dude, what are you doing?"

"It just happened."

"What? Now?"

"No, about... three weeks ago."

"You've been fingering your sister for three weeks?"

"Keep it down!" Neither of our voices are actually higher than a stifled whisper, but still... "We've been doing... a lot of things."

"You're fucking?"

"No!" Except even at a moment like this I just recoil from the idea of saying we're not fucking, we're making love, because you don't say stuff like that to your friends. "Yes! But not like... yes, we are."

"Wow."

"It's not weird..."

"Yeah, I mean it kind of is."

"Okay yeah, but..."

"I mean this is wild, freaky shit." Zack gives a weird little laugh. "I mean this is next level freaky."

"Zack..."

"Does anyone else know?"

"No!"

"Wow."

"Zack, you can't tell anyone. Seriously." I'm almost pleading, but that only makes him even more uncomfortable.

He nods his head and shrugs at the same time. "Yeah, sure. I mean bros before... uh, whatever. Right?"

"Right." I go to shake his hand. "Thanks, man."

Zack pulls his hand back from mine awkwardly. "Dude..."

Oh yeah. I forgot where my fingers had been.

= = =

I spend the rest of the afternoon trying to watch Zack while looking like I'm not trying to watch Zack, because I don't want to freak him out -- more -- by making him feel like he's under surveillance. Luckily, I guess, the shop is quite busy so neither of us have time to get back on-topic. I do keep catching Zack looking at me weirdly but I guess that's to be expected. It's also hard to tell the difference between Zack looking at me weirdly because of what he knows now, and Zack looking at me weirdly because that's how Zack always looks.

Now that the initial shock has worn off I think I've lucked out. I mean relatively. If it had been Trent or Chris or -- god no -- Kenny that had walked in on us we'd have been utterly fucked. I can't even imagine what would have happened if it had been Tina or Steve. Tina's the Mayor's daughter and there's probably a law against fucking your sister in front of the Mayor's daughter. As for Steve... oh fuck no.

So yeah, of all the people who could've walked in on us we lucked out with Zack. He's my best friend, he's in my guild and he's not judgemental about other peoples' sex lives because he's too busy trying to get one of his own.

At least that's what I tell myself.

At the end of the day I head for home, hoping that this will be as bad as it gets, today.

Which it is, kind of. Mom and Dad are going out tonight -- some social event at the hotel -- and by the looks of it I've already missed Mom's reaction to Emma's new bike, and the fact that Dad signed off on it. They're still speaking. Kind of.

"We'll be back late, " Mom says as they're heading out of the door. "But not that late."

Emma turns to me as the door closes behind them. She's sort of dressed down tonight, in a black tee and hoodie and faded black jeans.

"So, " she says. "Want to watch a movie?"

"Sure."

We order in pizza and an hour later we're doing the Netflix thing where we spend more time browsing than we do actually watching anything.

"How about that?"

"Seen it."

"That?"

"Meh. C'mon, let me have the remote."

"Okay."

"What about this? Finish season 1 before season 2?"

"I tried but even Colleen couldn't keep me watching."

"Got a thing for her, little brother?"

"You're the only girl for me, Sis." I stand up and go to get another beer. "Zack's the one with the thing."

Silence follows, which isn't surprising since we've been talking about anything but what happened this afternoon since I got home. When I get back with the beers Emma is sitting cross legged on the couch with the pizza box in her lap.

"I guess we should probably talk about that, " she says.

I sit down at the other side of the couch. "Yeah, " I sigh. "We probably should."

"Do you think he'll tell anyone about us?"

I shake my head. "He said he won't and I believe him. Zack's been my best friend for years. I trust him." I feel like a shit for saying the next part, but I do anyway. "Besides he doesn't really have anyone he could tell. It's not like he has many friends other than me."

"How about the other guys you hang out with? Trent and Chris and the other one?

"Kenny."

"Yeah."

"They're more my friends than they are Zack's."

Emma bites her lip and looks down. "That's... kind of sad."

"Yeah, I guess." I pause. "I don't think we have to worry about Zack, but what happens the next time when it's someone else? We've been lucky so far but maybe we should..."

"What?"

"Maybe we should stop doing this before we get found out for real."

"Maybe."

I look over at my sister. "Do you want to stop doing this?"

"Do you?"

"I asked you first."

Emma smiles. "Yeah, but I get to pull rank on you, since I'm your big sister."

"Yeah, right."

"Also it means I get the last slice of the pizza."

"Hey!"

I make a grab for the pizza slice, and Emma stretches out across the couch, half kicking at me and holding the pizza stretched out behind her so I have to climb over to her to reach for it, only now I'm on top of her and my hand is on her thigh and she grabs my hair and pulls me down into a kiss as I try to work my other hand up under her hoodie.

"We're not going to stop doing this, are we?" my sister asks me between breaths.

I smile. "Do you want to?"

She wriggles under me, lifting her hips up to grind against me. "I asked you first."

I try to sit up, leaning back to tug at the zip of her hoodie. "I think this is stuck."

"Want to go upstairs?"

"Mom and Dad won't be back for hours."

Emma looks up at me. "After today you really want to take that chance? For real?"

"Good point."

Emma slides out from under me and heads for the stairs. I start to follow but she waves me back. "Tidy up first."

"Now?"

"We might be up there for a while." She grins. "Also I dropped that slice of pizza."

"So I get to tidy up while you..."

Emma toys with the zip of her hoodie. "...get this hoodie off?" She tugs on the zip. "Shit. I think it really is stuck."

= = =

It takes a few minutes to tidy up, mostly because when Emma dropped the pizza slice it landed topside down and I have to grab the mini-vac. After that I take another couple of beers from the fridge and go upstairs, where I make a quick detour to the bathroom to make sure I look okay. So it's about ten minutes in all before I walk into my sister's bedroom, where the drapes are drawn and the lights are low because she's placed another couple of coloured scarves over the lamps.

Emma has managed to get the hoodie off, and her jeans, and is now just in her black tee and those tight black leather shorts I like so much. She's also got what I think is a new belt slung around her hips, with a buckle that spells out BAD GIRL in shiny chrome letters. It looks familiar but it takes a moment for me to remember where from.

"Like it?" She pulls me down onto the bed and as we kiss she moves her fingers, and mine over the metal. "Danny makes them."

I run my fingers over the lettering then down to stroke my sister's pussy through her shorts. "Suits you, Sis."

She move her hips, rubbing against my hand. "He calls you E.B."

"Yeah, I know." I wince at the recollection of that joke, which was a riff on the tendency of my sister's friends to refer to me as Emma's Brother rather than by my actual name, and which I used on Danny before I realised I wasn't talking to a girl but a very effeminate guy. "Kenny got a whole afternoon out of that."

"Danny thinks you're cute, " she adds, shucking off my t-shirt.

"Uh..."

Emma laughs. "Don't you dare freak out, " she says, straddling me and running her tongue over my chest. "That would not be cool."

"He's... uh... not really my type."

"S'okay, you're not his type either."

"Hey!" It comes out as a yelp but only because my sister just bit my nipple, not because I'm in any way offended that Danny isn't into me. Even so I do feel the need to clear something up. "I thought you said he thinks I'm cute?"

"He does, " Emma moves onto my other nipple, licking and nibbling, "but Danny prefers rugged, masculine guys."

Wait. What?

I still have one hand on her pussy through her shorts so I reach round with my other and give her ass a little tap. "Are you saying I'm not masculine enough?" I say, joking.

Sort of joking.

Emma looks up at me and grins. "It's just girl talk, " she says. "Like when I told him I liked the Bad Girl belt because bad girls get spanked." She straddles me and looks straight at me with a teasing, challenging little smile.

I give her shiny, leather-clad ass a little swat. "Like that?"

She puts her arms around my neck and leans in, still keeping eye contact with those awesome green eyes.

"Is there a draft? I think I felt something..."

I give her another swat, a little harder this time. The sound of my palm connecting with the smooth leather of her shorts is a lot louder than the little gasp my sister makes, her lips parted, her eyes still on me.

"Don't stop, " she says, grinding against my hips, rubbing her crotch against me through my jeans.

On the next slap of my hand she arches her back, pushing her tits out. I slide my other hand up under her tee, finding her pierced nipples and running my fingers over and around them, and she makes that little noise she always makes when I do that, mixed in with the sound of my hand on her behind.

She's not looking at me now. Her eyes are closed and she throws her head back and pushes her ass back into my hand and I keep spanking her because like her belt says she's a bad girl, and like she says she is totally into it.

I pull her closer to me so I can look over her shoulder down at her shiny behind as my hand slaps onto it, making her squeal and squirm against me.

"Your ass is amazing, Sis."

"It's yours, " she moans softly into my ear. "If you want it."

I turn my head to look at her. "You want me to do... that?"

"No..." my sister says, and she reaches past me and pulls a set of handcuffs out from under her pillow. Shiny chrome steel, just like her belt buckle. "I want you to cuff me to my bed and then I want you to do that, " she says.

Emma gets onto her hands and knees and grips the open white metal frame of her the head of her bed. She wriggles a little as I snap a cuff in place around her wrist and then pass them through the frame before locking her other wrist in. She grins at me and grips the frame of the bed as I move back behind her. In this pose her ass is right up in the air and I give it one more spank -- okay, two more -- before I pull her shorts down.

My sister isn't actually that pale, though since she wears so much black she does look paler than she actually is. Her ass cheeks are pink after the spanking and she wriggles as I run my fingers over them.

I move my fingers down from her ass cheeks between her legs. She's wet, and my fingers come away shiny and glistening from her pussy. I stroke them between her ass cheeks, rubbing them over her other hole, making it wet.

"Fuck, Sis, I am so ready for this..."

I take hold of her hips and move in closer, feeling my cock press up against my sister's tight asshole.

"Wait! Wait wait wait!"

I stop, the head of my cock still pressed up to my her butt. "Sis?"

"Um..." she wriggles against her cuffs and jerks her head in a nod to her bedside cabinet. "I've uh... got some lube in the drawer there."

"Oh, right." I crawl across the bed and pull open the drawer. Jesus, the stuff she's got in here. "This it?" I hold up a fat black tube that I'm guessing my sister didn't pick up at the local drug store.

"Yeah." Emma looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. "'Cos, you know... the other way doesn't really work, except in porn."

"Uh huh."

I pop the cap on the tube and squeeze some of the lubricant out onto my palms, then slick it over my shaft and around, and into, Emma's asshole. It's a little awkward but I forget that real quick once I push forward and ease my cock into my sister's tight asshole for the first time.

"Oh fuuuuuck!"

Was that her or me? I think it was both of us.

Emma moans under me as I push into her, really slowly. Her fingers are curl around the frame of her bed and the cuffs rattle around her wrists as she tightens her grip more. "Go slow..." she says, and I am, because aside from anything else she is so fucking tight I know if I don't go slow I'm going to cum in about thirty seconds.

We barely move, either of us. I sink my full length into her -- and that takes time -- and then she squeezes her ass around me and I almost forget to breathe until I exhale and that movement pushes my hips forward and my sister moans loudly and clutches harder at the frame of her bed and she urges me on.

"Fuck my ass, little brother. Fuck it gooood."

I slide back. Her belt is still loose around her waist and I take hold of that and pull her back onto me and she gasps and bites her lip. I keep a hold of her belt while my other hand delves down, searching for the ring that pierces the hood of her clit and finding the firm little fleshy nub below it.

Which makes my sister clench around me again and that's before I reach down a little further and get my fingers wet again. It may not be enough to act as lubricant, but it's enough to make her clit slick and slidy under my fingers and I keep working at that while I slowly -- so slowly -- fuck Emma in her ass.

It's not until she really starts to buck under me, responding as much to my fingers on her clit as to my cock in her ass, that I go in more. Emma is starting to pant and in between breaths she urges me into her and I do exactly what she wants.

Harder, feeling my hips slap against her upturned ass cheeks that are still pink from the spanking I gave her.

Faster, as she rocks back and forth at each slam of my cock into her, her fingers so tight on the bed frame, panting and whimpering and begging for more.

Deeper, as I yank on her bad girl belt and pull her back all the way onto me and she screams into her pillows and almost bends the white metal frame out of shape as she cums hard and clenches again and a shiver runs through my entire body as I pump my cum into my sister's incredibly tight asshole.

"Oh fuck..." she moans softly. "Oh fuck fuck fuck..."

I hold her there a moment longer, letting the last of my cum pulse into her, then lean back and my cock slowly slides out of her.

Oh fuck yes. We've really got to do that again.

= = =

It's just as well I tidied up downstairs because after that neither of us want to move from her bed anytime soon.

I've slipped my jeans and tee back on, and Emma has pulled her shorts up -- just in case we need to make a quick exit from the bedroom if Mom and Dad come home earlier than expected. I lie there now with my sister snuggled back against me, and stroke her smooth ass.

"Did that hurt?"

"No, I liked it."

"Did you want it to hurt more?"

Emma rolls over and looks at me. I shrug.

"Just asking. I don't know your..."

"Limits?"

"Yeah. That."

She runs her fingers idly over my chest. "I like kink, but I'm not into the hard core heavy stuff."

"Okay." I'm surprised to find I'm actually relieved that she says this. As sexy as it might sound our relationship is already way too complicated without getting into some master/slave thing. It also occurs to me that for someone who claims to be a submissive my sister spends a lot of time on top of me.

Not that I'm complaining.

"Anyway if we do more of this, we'll work out a safeword." She half smiles. "You know what a safeword is, right?"

"Uh... sure."

"Just checking." Emma grins and turns back around, snuggling back into me again. This seems to a favourite position for her and with the soft black cushion of her hair to lean into and her ass pressed up against me it's becoming a favourite position for me too.

"Lauren is way more into that side of things than I am, " she says.

"Yeah?"

"Oh god yes. The first time I heard her at it I almost called the cops."

"Seriously?"

"You have no idea. I thought she was being murdered. Only, " she gives a little laugh, "she was making other noises too so... yeah, she was fine."

"Was that when you were roomies? Upstate?"

"Uh huh."

Somehow I'm not surprised. I've only met Lauren -- a.k.a. the Queen of the Coven -- a couple of times, and she has this aura of effortlessly confident sexuality that's impossible to ignore, even if she never seems to actually work it.

Emma rubs her butt back against me. "What are you thinking about?"

"Uh..." I am stiffening again, and there's no hiding that when my sister is lying with her ass pressed into me.

"You totally want to ask me if I've done stuff with Lauren, " she says.

"Well..."

She rolls over again, only this time she keeps going and ends up on top of me, straddling me. Again.

"You get so freaked out at the thought of Danny finding you cute... but the idea of me with another girl..." Emma swivels her hips, pushing down on me.