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(MF-teens, 1st, inc, rom) *** PART 2 Lying face down on her bed, Pepper weeps softly for a time, but it doesn't bring on the feeling of "overness." It's all so unfinished, the horrible love-less date and the spanking from Steve. Something was supposed to happen and didn't. Pepper rises from her bed and gets out of her clothes. Before slipping on her babydoll pj's she stands naked before her mirror. "What's the matter with me anyway?" There must be something -- nobody could have such a load of awfulness land on them, without there being something the matter. There is no answer to this burning question except more tears. Unable to stand being by herself any longer, Pepper opens her bedroom door and goes across the hall to Steve's room. His door is partly open and she is able to slip inside and get to the center of the room before the startled Steve looks up from his book. Steve's look of anger, changes at once to concern as he sees how his little sister is hurting. He scrambles to his feet and gathers her into his arms. Her face is still very wet in spite of Steve's clumsy attempts to dry it with a Kleenex from a very large box of them conveniently placed on his night table -- the box is almost empty. Sherlock Pepper draws the correct conclusion. "Got a cold Stevie?" she snickers knowingly through the few remaining tears. Steve blushes and tries to brazen it out, "Never know when you might need a Kleenex." "Yeah I'll just bet" She laughs, though it is a loving laugh after all. Now there is a pause as Pepper, still being cuddled, looks down to see that the pajama bottoms (he wears no tops, of course) of her loving brother have become rather "tented" as the result of the close contact between them. She glances up at him, her face changes, softens, her eyes glaze with a feeling she had once before with him. And suddenly, it is as if she has already made the decision some hours, if not weeks ago. She makes the move. Her hand steals between them and grasps his sex gently -- so gently, through the thin fabric. Steve, appalled to realize that he is hard for his own sister (again!) immediately tries to brush Pepper's hand away from him. She just grips him harder; their eyes meet; his are filled with horrified lust, hers with need. In a desperate whisper "Please please Pep, don't do that!" Pepper now begins pressing him back a step at a time, controlling him by means of the joystick in her small hand. "Well, Stevie -- I could just stop. I could just let you go. But you wouldn't like that would you?" Agonized, "No, no, no, no, don't do anything. Ooh, oh, ohhhhhh. What do you want?" The backs of Steve's knees encounter his bed and he sits, involuntarily. Pepper is standing almost against him "I want you to take off my panties!" in a whispered growl. "No no Pep, Oh God I can't,.. don't please don't make..." Steve resists. In a louder voice "I SAID TAKE.." Compliance is instantaneous "Ok, ok, ok, just keep your voice down pleeeeeaase." His flushed face is only inches from her as with clumsy hands, Steve works Pepper's panties down and finally off (she doesn't help much). By the time he is finished his breathing is very ragged . Pepper's breath is coming quite a bit quicker too, but she is clearly in control of both herself and the situation. She lifts her babydoll over her head, drops it to the floor, and leans forward just a bit. "Do you like my tits, Stevie?" Her breasts, the color of day-old cream and tipped with small, rosy nipples, are level with his face, his slightly parted lips. She urges her upper body forward, and her ragged breathing does the rest. Her left nipple grazes the corner of Steve's mouth. The reaction is immediate and electric. Steve turns his head to wrest himself from the temptation and hugs his young sister tightly. "We CANNOT do this, Pep, it isn't right, it isn't..." he hisses through clenched teeth. Through his contact with her he can feel her shuddering with reaction. Releasing her and looking up, he sees Pepper's stricken look. "Pep, what is it, what's the matter now?" Pepper's pretty face is contorted in an agony of adolescent angst. "I thought you loved me...I thought that jerk would love me too, but nobody does, nobody does, what is the MATTER with me?" she sobs, her body shaking. "Oh, baby, baby, I love you, I do... here..." Steve hugs her again and strokes her back. "God you're freezing." "You could warm me up, Stevie." Pepper says softly through her sniffles. She straightens herself, breaking the embrace, and with both hands on Steve's chest she pushes him onto his back. Before he realizes what is happening, Pepper has straddled him. "And that's exactly what I want you to do." With her hands pinning Steve's shoulders, Pepper begins to slide herself up his abdomen and onto his lower chest. Steve is very near the breaking point, but he makes another attempt to prevent what is now almost inevitable. Raising his head "Pep, I love you like my... my sister, you know, but I can't love you like... um... like a girl, because, because, ah..." He stops, mesmerized by the feel of her naked thighs and the delicious nest between, as they slide up his torso. With his head raised in this position, he can look Pepper straight in the pussy and notice the faint sheen of lubrication it has acquired from rubbing against him. Without conscious guidance, Steve's hands come up to cup Pepper's lovely full bottom and help her on her journey towards his waiting mouth. "You can if I say you can, Stevie..." another few inches forward. "I love you like a boy, and why shouldn't we...we love each other best, don't we?" The question is entirely rhetorical for she has arrived at her destination. But Pepper has one more argument to demolish any of Steve's remaining reticence. She reaches behind her and grasps his erect cock once more. "I can tell by our friend here, that you want me." With a delectable wiggle and a squeeze that makes Steve groan, Pepper releases her rigid handful and announces her program. "And I want you too Stevie -- right now. I want your mouth. I want your tongue. Do it to me!" As if he could refuse. As if he could even think of refusing now, with her pussy right in his face and his nostrils full of the rich scent of her. Steve gives Pepper what she wants and, at that moment, it is what he wants too, more than anything in the world. At first raw need makes them a bit clumsy, but it is a stage which is quickly left behind. Certainly this is something that Steve has done before. His tongue darts between the lips of Pepper's delightful puss and strokes strongly up and down the pink interior. More wiggles from her and a gasp. This is how it was supposed to be! Soon Steve's tongue is expertly lashing Pepper's throbbing clit as his hands squeeze and release her bottom in time with these activities. The level of arousal of both was in the "extreme" range already but they now break through onto a whole new plateau. Suddenly a lustful cowgirl, Pepper rides her brother's face with complete abandon, now mashing herself against him to the point where she feels his teeth on her clit, now thrusting back against Steve's containing hands. Her head whips from side to side and back and forth as each stroke of Steve's tongue drives her ever closer to the edge, that wonderful edge. It is all Pepper can do to keep from crying out with the waves of passion that sweep through her, building higher and higher. Finally the frenzy of her orgasm overtakes her and snatching a pillow, she bites down upon it to contain the scream of release she would otherwise have made. Shaking with the force of her climax she collapses upon the heaving body of her brother. Steve is in a fury of passion. He grips his trembling sister's shoulders and forces her back down the slippery path along which he had urged her to his mouth, pushing her backward toward his bursting cock. Unaware of his fearsome need, Pepper rolls off him and onto the bed, her eyes heavy, her breathing slowing. Steve's frustrated moan snaps her eyes open... she sees her brother's contorted face, sees his hand reaching for his swollen cock. "No!" she whispers, grabbing his wrist. Steve moans again, fighting his sister's grasp. "I have to Pep, God, I need it I need it, please..." Realizing there is no time to waste with pleading or explanation, no time to cajole him into letting her practice on the family member, as it were, Pepper slides herself quickly down the bed until her head is level with Steve's hips. Taking a deep breath and gathering her courage, she licks her lips, opens her mouth, and dips her head forward and down, like a bird sipping from a puddle. Her eyes widen in surprise as Steve's cock slides easily into her mouth, and she winces as his hands clap her ears tight to her head. They almost muffle the sound of his strangled cry... a mixture of horror and lust...as she starts to suck just a little. An involuntary thrust of his hips batters Steve's cock against the back of her throat, and she gags a bit, shuddering and fighting to regain her composure. Her brother's cock is hotter than she would have imagined, and he smells so good! Not like perfume, no, but soap and the smell of grass, almost, just a little musky too... hard to describe, but really nice. Suddenly, her eyes widen again, as a salty, metallic drop of... it... touches her tongue. So, that's what it's like. She stops holding her breath and relaxes, realizing her pussy has started to throb and moisten again. Steve has stopped fighting, stopped trying to pull her head away. He is, instead, holding her head gently, rocking his hips back and forth, crooning to himself and panting, nearly insensible with the sensation of his little sister's mouth on his sex. Pepper fights to remember all the things she has read about this, in magazines and books she would have been spanked for reading, had she been caught. She wraps one small hand around the base, nuzzling it against the wiry nest of dark hair. She moves her mouth on it easily, wetting and rewetting the shaft as she pulls in and out, in and out. Each time the ridge of the corona clears her lips, she flicks her tongue all the way around the head, loving the way Steve's hips jerk when she does it. He has moved his hands away from her ears, and she can hear him clearly. "Oh god Pep, yes, baby, suck me, suck my cock, I love you baby, I do I do, don't stop, I can't stop Pep, you'd better pull away, baby, I'm gonna come, Pep, I'm gonna come baby, oooohhhhhh, oh god help me, yessssss, do it do it, suck me..." he is babbling non- stop, and Pepper thinks her mouth will burst if he gets any harder. He grabs the same pillow she had used to stifle her cries, and, using one hand to stuff it into his mouth and the other to hold Pepper's head still, he screams as his balls begin to jet hot ropes of come into his sister's eager mouth. Pepper gags again, shocked at the onslaught of his hot cream, but closes her eyes tight and swallows again and again until it is over. Steve lies shivering, still palming Pepper's head as if it were a basketball, sobbing and pulling in great draughts of air. She can feel his stomach shaking with his cries, and she worms her way back up to his face, stretching up to kiss his cheeks, licking at his tears. "Shhhh, shhhhh, don't cry, Stevie, I love you!" she whispers, "I wanted to do it, I made you do it, it's ok, it's ok." He opens his eyes and looks at her pretty, frowning face. "I love you so much, Pep, you know I do, don't you?" "Yes, yes I do, I told you, I love you too!" she sighs, nuzzling into him. Something in Steve, some wall, some barrier, has been breached. He strokes his sister's warm body, teasing a nipple, cupping her bottom, thumbing her sleeping clit, with the familiarity of a lover. "I want to be the one, Pep, I want to be your first. I want you, I want to make sure it's good, ok?" His hand is bolder, kneading her pussy, his long middle finger sliding between her hot, still slippery lips, his breath warm on her upturned face. Suddenly, now that it is Steve's idea, Pepper's store- bought bravado deserts her. "Oh, Steve, yes, I think I do, I mean I love you best, will it hurt?" This bit of demurral brings Steve's lobes forward a bit, and his macho genes roar to life. He raises up on one elbow and brushes Pepper's hair back from her face. "I will never hurt you, baby, but I am going to take you, do you understand? I know you want this as much as I do, and it is going to be our secret, right? Right?" Pepper is silent, looking up at her brother with a mixture of fright and hopeless love. This was the moment she had thought about for months, and now her belly was full of butterflies. "Yes, right," she says faintly. Steve rolls over onto his back again, pulling Pepper up with him. He is strong enough to guide her into a straddle position, over his hips, so that her still soaked pussy is resting on his half-hard cock. His hands go to her breasts. God, what a set she has, he thinks, cupping them and rolling the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her head drops back, and she opens her mouth. A low, soft moan starts far back in her throat. He reaches up to her shoulders and pulls her forward and down on him, so that she rests on top of his chest. He wants to kiss her, taste her sweet little mouth again. Her hardened nipples poke and rub against his as they move their bodies gently in the kiss. His tongue licks at her lips, sweeping across the lower, then the upper, then poking gently between them. His arms are wrapped around her, below her waist, his hands spread out on her ass, and he presses her against him so that her pussy rubs back and forth, back and forth, along the length of his now iron-hard shaft. It isn't long before he feels the tiny, almost imperceptible pressure of her erect clit, poking out of its hood at the top of her cleft. She spreads her legs wider, and increases the downward pressure against Steve's shaft by pressing and rocking her hips as they kiss. She begins to whimper and moan around his tongue, he feels her body shuddering as she wiggles her bottom and presses her clit harder against his cock. She sucks and lightly bites his tongue, so utterly lost is she in passion. Steve doesn't want her to come, not yet. This is too much like what she did alone in her bed at night, pressing against a wadded up pillow that she wedges between her thighs. He had beaten off to that image night after night ever since she had described it to him during one of their talks. He wants this to be different. He pulls his mouth back from hers, pressing his head backward into the pillow. Her eyes are slitted, she increases the speed of her thrusts. Steve quickly works his hand between them and pushes, lifting her pelvis enough to grasp his cock. He stands it up, pushing backward despite her whimpers of protest. She gasps as the head slides down the length of her slit, strumming her clit and the sensitive inner lips as Steve moves it into position. She rises from his chest and sits up; Steve's knees are slightly bent, and she moves her hands behind her to balance on his strong thighs. She is panting, her eyes are half closed. Steve's hand is soaked from the short run along her pussy, he can feel the juice running from her as he holds his cock upright, the tip poised at the entrance to paradise. "Sit down on it, baby," he whispers, nearly strangled with desire. "You control the speed, so I won't hurt you, ok?" "Yes." She is capable of no more speech. She lowers her hips slightly, and he feels the tip of his cock engulfed by the incredible soft heat of her virginal pussylips. Her eyes widen as she feels herself spread by her brother's thick sex. "It's ok, it's ok," he croons, stroking her hip, "make it feel good, Pep, use it, baby, use it so it feels good." She groans and leans forward a little, pushing down on the invader, feeling it slide easily until the corona clears the entrance, then a bit farther... She winces, and stops, breathing heavily, beads of sweat falling from her forehead and a sheen of moisture gleaming on her breasts. Steve is puffing breath in and out of his mouth, mesmerized by the sight of his sweating, straining, beautiful sister trying to impale herself on his cock. It is all he can do to keep from grabbing her hips and smashing into her, tearing through her hymen and taking her with a single thrust. God, help me, he thinks, fighting to control his passion for the lovely sister who loves him best. Pepper throws her head back again, screwing her eyes shut and trying to summon the passion of a few minutes ago. She wants this, yes, she does. As if he had read her mind, Steve slides a hand down his belly and presses his fingers against her mons, moving them in a circle, simulating the pressure she had felt while rubbing against him in the prone position. She opens her eyes and looks at him gratefully as the lust slams into her brain again, wiping out her fear. "Yessssss," she whispers in the half-light of the room, "yesss, Stevie do it to me, do it please!" She moves her hips, and his cock slides in further, the head now pressing directly against the membrane. She gasps once, and Steve turns his hand, easing the fat pad of his thumb into her cleft and up against her throbbing clit. In one motion, she tosses her head, her back arches, her pussy jerks forward to press her clit harder against Steve's thumb, and her hips slam down hard, forcing his cock in to the hilt. The membrane tears in one clean thrust, Pepper's eyes widen in shock and her mouth opens for a scream that Steve stifles by clapping his free hand over her lips. She bites down on the fleshy heel of his hand, but he holds it there until he feels her neck relax, and her hips begin to move again. She bends forward, puffing hot breath in his face, experimentally pumping her hips slowly, up and down, up and down, sliding his cock in and out in and out of her open vagina. Steve is in agony, wanting to fill her with cream, but he bites his lip and tries to hold on. "Are you all right, Pep? Did it hurt very much? Do you love me, baby?" he whispers urgently. She opens her eyes and looks at him, bends her face to his and kisses him lovingly and long. "It doesn't hurt now. I'm ok, God, I love you, Stevie, I do. Now shut up and fuck me, yesss, yessssss..." She is rocking on him now, pressing her clit against his shaft by leaning forward and riding him at her own speed, with her own rhythm. She is on fire inside, her belly liquid with passion, her nipples so hard they hurt, each thrust of her brother's cock sending shock waves of excitement through her. I can feel him, she thought, I can feel him inside me, oh oh yes, it feels so good, uh, oh God...Her eyes open in surprise. "Stevie, I'm gonna come again, I'm gonna come baby, oh... oh... oh!" She rides him harder and faster, her hips moving in frantic circles as she pounds up and down on his cock and presses her clit against the slippery shaft. Steve can hold back no longer. He grabs her hips and thrusts up into her, his balls clenching and releasing, his hips arching up beneath her, his voice choked with lust. She bites her fist when she looks at his contorted face and knows he is coming for her, in her. She feels the first hot jet and bears down on his shaft, thrusting her clit against it and letting herself explode. She feels, for the first time, the intense contractions of her vaginal walls, now that there is something there for them to squeeze and milk. "Uhnnnn oh oH! God! Oh Stevie!" she moans, driving her body down onto him, writhing in passion. Steve falls back, exhausted, his balls drained, his heart pounding. Pepper collapses on top of him, her own heart fluttering. She feels his softening cock slip from her, and whimpers, hugging him and putting little kisses on his chest and neck. She rolls off him at last, and curls up against him, eager to sleep. He turns to her, fighting to keep his eyes open, taking her face in his hands, and kissing her. "You can't sleep in here, Pep," he whispers. "You know you can't. You have to go to your own room. And you ought to stop in the bathroom and get cleaned up first." "I know, I know," she murmurs sleepily. "Just let me rest for a minute... I love you, Stevie, forever, I love you..." Steve doesn't hear her. He is already asleep. Editor's note: "So were they caught like that by their parents in the morning?" END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 67