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 Title: I Keep Reaching Ch.  02


Summary: Things heat up between Erik and Chloe.


Keywords: inc,fic



   "That was incredible," Chloe said, wrapping her arms around my head and
collapsing onto me.

   My mind was in a haze as I came down from my mind-blowing orgasm. 
Catching my breath, I tried to take in my surroundings.  My sister, nearly
naked, was lying on my lap.  Our underwear was soaked from our juices and
the room smelled strongly of sex.  We had just had sex without full
penetration, although it felt significantly more passionate than my
previous sexual experiences, with or without intercourse.  This was easily
the most incredible sexual experience of my life.

   In my effort to help her pull free from the grips of depression, I
became infatuated with her beauty and let my 'other brain' take over my
rational train of thought.  I was overwhelmed with guilt that I could take
advantage of her in such a delicate state of mind.

   We just lied there with her collapsed on top of me, slowly catching our
breath.  Eventually, she pulled back and looked me in the eyes longingly
before closing in for another deep kiss.

   I was spent but I opened my mouth and eagerly accepted her offer.

   "Kids, dinners ready!" I heard shouted from downstairs.

   She pulled her mouth away from mine and ran her tongue from one side of
my upper lip to the other.

   "I love the way your mouth tastes," she purred.

   "We should clean up.  We can't tell Mom and Dad about this," I
explained, a strong hint of panic in my voice.  "I'm really sorry, Chloe, I
shouldn't have let this happen."

   As the words spilled from my mouth, my eyes once again drank in the girl
still sitting on my lap.  Her face was flushed.  Her top was completely
unbuttoned and her bra was thrown carelessly across the room.  Her large,
gravity-defying breasts were swaying softly with each breath, the two small
nipples in the center were still a light shade of red from my manipulation.
Lower, her thin waist and firm belly were coated in a thin layer of sweat.
Lower still, her figure widening at the womanly curvature of her hips, was
her exposed crotch.  During our bout of grinding, her panties had ridden up
the crack of her pussy and I could make out the lips of her most intimate
part.  They were bare on both sides and a slightly darker shade of pink, I
now realized.

   She just smiled at me and started crawling off my lap.  "I'm going to
clean up in the bathroom, you go to your room and change," she commanded.

   "We need to talk in private the first chance we get, Chloe.  This is all
my fault," I said pitifully.

   I shamefully began pulling up my jeans.  My mind was racing at how
senselessly I had pushed them down my legs and exposed my erection to my
sister before roughly grabbing a handful of each of her ass cheeks and
pulling her crotch onto mine.  What's wrong with me?  I asked myself.

   Still flooded with guilt, I quietly exited her room and made my way down
the hallway.  Luckily our parents were in the kitchen preparing their meals
and didn't see me.

   "Be down in a second!" I shouted.

   I heard a door open and close behind me.  Chloe was standing in front of
her bedroom door in nothing but her sports bra and panties, a pair of
shorts draped over her left arm.

   Involuntary, I breathed in sharply through my mouth, my lips forming an
'O.' I was mesmerized by her feminine beauty.  I stared at her deep
cleavage and remembered how soft and firm the flesh was at it spilled
between my fingers.  Bra sizes being something of a mystery to me, I was
unsure what size she was, but if I had to guess I would say she was a full
D cup, at least.

   She just stood there, staring at me.  She was waiting for me, I
realized, as I was standing in front of the bathroom.  I snapped back to
reality and rushed to my bedroom.

   I dug through my dresser and found a fresh t-shirt and some clean
boxers. I stripped off my clothes and changed, my mind still in a state of
ungodly dread.

   I stood there for a moment, in deep thought.  There I was, trying to be
close to Chloe, and I allowed my animal instincts to dictate my actions and
I took advantage of my emotionally damaged sister.  I felt incredibly
vulnerable and weak-minded; not even being able to control the sexual drive
that pulls all of us, even in front of my sister who needed her brother and
not whatever I was just then.

   I left my room and started down the hallway.  I noticed Chloe was still
in the bathroom with the water faucet running as I made my way down the
stairs.

   I entered the kitchen to the smell of spaghetti and garlic bread.  My
parents already had their plates filled with food and were sitting at the
dining table.  As usual, they didn't bother to wait for us and had already
began to pick at their food.  A small miracle, I realized.

   After filling my plate to the brim with spaghetti, I joined them at the
table and began eating.

   "This is really great mom," I said between bites.

   I was anxious to hear them bring up any topic other than what just
happened.  Chloe was still upstairs in the bathroom and I feared the worst.
Oh God, I hope they didn't hear anything, I thought.

   "Oh, thanks honey.  It's the same recipe as always, though.  Where's
Chloe?" my mother asked.

   "She just had to use the bathroom, she'll be down in a minute," I
answered.  I felt like I was surrounded by suspicious glares from both my
parents.

   "Thanks for spending time with her.  I know she misses her brother."

   I choked on the spaghetti in my mouth and coughed.

   "You okay, son?"

   I looked to my right at my father.  Mom always addressed me as 'Erik'
and Dad as 'son," except when he was saying goodbye.

   "I'm fine," I said, looking to my dad.  I felt three feet tall as I
peered into his dark brown eyes.

   Looking to my mom I said, "Sure, Mom, it's no problem.  I missed her
too." I couldn't help but feel anxious from their probing.

   They aren't probing you, you're just being paranoid.  I took a deep
breath and tried to relax.  It already happened, there was no point in
being nervous around my parents.  They either knew or they didn't, and
given their current behaviour, it was probably the latter.

   After my mental revelation, I calmed down.  There was no point in being
distraught over something I had no control over.

   We ate silently for a few minutes before Chloe finally made her way
downstairs and into the kitchen.  She was wearing a blue sports bra that
exposed her belly button and matching shorts that barely went halfway down
her upper legs.  I could see the faint outline of her nipples poking
through the stretched material.  Her dark red hair was tightly wrapped in
two ponytails, one at the base of her head and the other about halfway
down, holding the hair in place.  She looked incredible.

   "There you are!" my mother exclaimed.  "Hurry and eat!  The bread is
getting cold."

   Chloe shrugged in response and made her way to the stove area to fix her
plate.

   "You look flushed, Chloe, were you two doing aerobics upstairs?" my
mother asked.

   I could feel my heart thumping in my chest at the sudden question about
her appearance.

   "Yeah, Mom.  Erik wanted to see my workout routine so I showed him."

   She fished a fork from the utensil drawer and joined us at the table. 
Other than her flushed cheeks, she looked clean and dry.  I rationalized
she probably gave herself a short sponge bath before changing and coming
downstairs.

   "Nothing like some exercise to lift the spirits," my father said, almost
disinterested.

   I suddenly felt bad for my father.  While I was away at college, he was
here the whole time, watching this beautiful girl bounce around the house.
My mom was no slouch in the looks department but both of them had started
to 'let themselves go' years ago.  She was thicker than she used to be, and
he was much thicker than he used to be.

   "It certainly did that," Chloe said.  She gave me a knowing grin.

   I just smiled in return and went back to devouring my food.

   For some reason, despite the social ramifications, I was proud that she
enjoyed what happened between us.  I was still terribly ashamed, but I
couldn't help but feel excited that this incredible beauty was mine for the
taking.  The taboo nature of where our relationship was going had long
stopped being a problem for me, physically at least.  I became fully and
utterly seduced, as far as I was concerned, the moment I held her in my
arms this morning.  She was a knockout, a ten out of ten, and was attracted
to me despite the boundaries put forth by nature and society.  This only
slightly alleviated my feeling of deep guilt, however.

   "Any plans tonight?" I heard my mother ask to no one in particular.

   I had a mouthful of spaghetti in my mouth when Chloe spoke up.  "Nothing
planned, Mom.  I was hoping Erik would watch some more movies with me but I
haven't asked."

   She didn't have to.

   "You guys should go out!  Invite Anna and go to the movie theatre!"

   I was still chewing but I was eager to tell Chloe that I would watch
movies with her.  I wasn't sure how much she was willing to reveal to our
parents about what happened and I didn't want to find out.

   "Nah, I just feel like staying in.  I was really hoping to spend more
time with Erik," Chloe responded, shyly staring down at her plate.

   "Sure, Chloe, I'll stay here," I said, forcing the partially chewed food
down my throat.  I coughed and choked again.

   "Let me get you something to drink," my mother said before moving to
cupboard and fetching me a glass of tea.

   We ate in silence for the majority of the meal with the occasional
question about basketball or school.  I gave mostly short or one word
answers, instead focusing more on eating and not saying something
incriminating about what really happened upstairs.

   Despite being the last to start eating, Chloe picked up her plate and
brought it to the sink and ran it under the water.  She had only prepared a
small amount of spaghetti, not even adding any tomato sauce or meatballs to
flavor it, and a single piece of garlic bread.  I felt like a neanderthal,
devouring any and all food within my reach, while she carefully watched her
portions.

   As Chloe made her way to the staircase, I heard a soft 'plop' and
noticed she dropped her phone on the plush rug in front of the first step.
Instead of simply kneeling down and picking it up, she kept her legs
straight and bent down at a ninety degree angle and reached for it.  I
stared in shock as her underwear was clearly outlined through her thin gym
shorts.  Her full, delicious ass was clinging tightly to the material,
testing its durability.  I could feel the seeds of arousal run through me
and my cock was becoming tight in my pants.  After what was only a few
seconds, she gracefully straightened her body and rushed upstairs.  Did she
do that on purpose?

   My mother, blissfully unaware, was still picking food off her plate, but
I noticed my father looking towards where Chloe was standing, also a
spectator to Chloe's display.  Who could blame him?  I wondered.

   After patting my chest and letting out a controlled belch, I brought my
plate to the sink and made my way to the staircase.

   "Thanks for the food," I said, "It was great."

   Before someone had a chance to respond, I bolted upstairs for Chloe's
room.  Our sudden interruption earlier allowed my thoughts to fester for
far too long and I was desperate to talk to Chloe and make sense out of
what happened.

   Without knocking, I opened her bedroom door and entered.  She was
opening a blu ray case and walking to her TV.  Just as a precaution, I
locked the door.

   "We need to talk about what happened," I said sternly, looking towards
her.

   She pushed a disc inside the blu ray player and walked around her bed
and laid down on top of the covers.

   "What's there to talk about?" she asked.  "Are you coming?"

   I sighed at her last question and again felt my cock tingle in
excitement.  I walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge of her bed,
looking down at her.

   "Look, I know you're probably confused about what happened but it's not
your fault.  I was trying to help you and.." I momentarily trailed off as I
stared down at her.  Her head was resting on her hands and her legs were
crossed below her, her gym shorts leaving little to the imagination as her
long, creamy legs were enticingly displayed.  With her elbows out to her
sides, her chest was proudly perked up, the sports bra rising up her
absurdly proportioned chest as her upper body stretched.

   "Well?" Chloe asked as I lost my train of thought.

   "Well, it's just..  You're just so beautiful, Chloe.  I took advantage
of you.  It was wrong and selfish of me."

   She smiled shyly and sat up to kiss me on the cheek.  "It's okay, Erik.
I got caught up, too.  You've been so sweet to me, and I've always thought
you were handsome."

   She paused briefly and stared at her hands before looking up into my
eyes longingly.

   I didn't know she thought I was handsome, but compared to her, I was a
troll.

   She reached forward, grabbing my arm and said "Please, come to bed.  I
have A Nightmare on Elm Street 3 ready."

   "Hang on," I started.  She let go of my arm and leaned back into the
headboard.  Her arms were crossed and she glared at me, disinterestedly. 
"We need to talk about what's going on," I explained.

   "I need you to understand that none of this was your fault.  I'm the
worst kind of person for doing what I did and especially for doing it to
you.  I took advantage of you, plain and simple."

   Chloe's expression opened up in empathy as she could hear the guilt in
my voice.

   "No, Erik, I wanted it to happen.  I'm equally responsible.  You've been
my best friend all my life and while you were gone, I missed you terribly.
All day you've been so sweet to me and the way you were looking at me just
got me so excited.  I just wanted to be closer to you.  Is that so bad?"

   My mind was in a rut.  On one hand, I really needed to explain to her
that we can't go any further, and on the other hand, she looked incredible
in her workout clothes and I was eager to see how far this relationship
could go, despite the conflicting moral dilemma waging in my head.

   "No, I suppose not," I answered.

   Once again, my 'other brain' won out and I stood up and joined Chloe on
the bed.  I laid down on top of the covers next to her.

   It was easier to be intimate with her, before, when we were just brother
and sister, I realized.  Now that the sexual boundary had been crossed
between us, I suddenly felt shy being so close to her.  Instead of wrapping
my arm around her or reaching for her hand, my hands were discreetly laying
at my sides.

   "Look, I know it felt good," I said, emphasizing the word 'felt,' "but
that doesn't make it okay."

   Chloe reluctantly reached for the remote and paused the movie before
crossing her arms and staring at me with her familiar bored expression.

   "We haven't seen much of each other over the past couple years, so it's
not crazy that we would suddenly be attracted to each other.  But we can't
let it go any further, Chloe.  It's wrong."

   She was aiming the remote at the TV, presumably about to resume the
movie, when she heard the end of my rant and stopped.

   "Why?" she asked.  She aimed the remote at the TV and pressed 'play.'

   "Because we're siblings!" I blurted out.

   "Why?" she repeated herself.  She sounded like the little girl version
of herself that didn't accept that she wasn't allowed to do something or go
somewhere, instead falling into the rabbit hole of asking "why?" after
every explanation.

   She giggled lightly before saying, "I'm a big girl now, Erik.  I can
make my own decisions."

   At this point we had both turned on our sides to face each other as the
opening credits began to play.

   "I know.  That's what I'm worried about."

   I paused briefly and placed my right hand on her exposed shoulder.  I
needed to say more and I didn't want her to try to run away from this topic
like before.

   "You tried to kill yourself, Chloe.  You're not yourself.  You might
feel like you're equally responsible but you're not; you can't be."

   My thumb was now gently drawing circles on her shoulder.  As I spoke,
she just calmly stared into my eyes and I became lost in her hazel eyes. 
Being so close to her, I could feel the primitive side of me preparing for
more intimate contact, but that was not what I was here for, so I buried
those feelings and focused.

   Taking a deep breath and exhaling through my nose, I said, "What I did
is like taking advantage of someone when they're drunk.  Do you understand
that?"

   She inched towards me and leaned into my chest.  I rolled onto my back,
my right arm disconnecting from her shoulder and falling to my side.  She
slid an arm under my back and hugged my torso before resting her head on my
chest.  I raised my left arm and draped it around her, my hand resting on
her side.

   "You're so thick, Erik.  Can't you see that you make me feel better?  I
want this-I've wanted this," she explained.

   She snuggled into my chest and tightened her grip around my torso.

   I stared, wide eyed, at the ceiling while she held me.  Her short
revelation left me speechless.  'I've wanted this?'

   We had been very close up until about two years ago when I left for
college but I didn't feel like it was any closer than normal siblings.  I
thought back to all the experiences we shared, from when we were children
playing with stuffed animals with imaginary voices to when we were in
middle school and high school.  As we got older, the innocent, childish
games naturally vanished but the time we spent together did not change. 
Even as we found friends closer to our age, we would still spend most
evenings playing video games or watching movies together, reclined on the
couch.  She even made me dinner almost every evening that our mother was
preoccupied with work or social events, usually simple meals like mac 'n
cheese but eventually graduating to more complicated dishes.  I truly
didn't feel like this behaviour was unnatural for siblings but was it
possible that I was a dense idiot and missed all the signs?

   I looked at the girl wrapped around me, no longer just my sister, and
mustered the courage to ask, "Is that why..."

   "No," she said, startling me.  "Let's not talk about it anymore." Her
demeanor up until now had been mostly calm and retracted but her sudden
interruption felt rash and passionate.

   Still, I probed further, "So it wasn't because.."

   "No, it had nothing to do with you," she again interrupted me.  She
paused briefly and took a deep breath before continuing, "I just felt
overwhelmed for a moment and let it get the best of me.  I changed my mind
anyway and puked them out."

   At first, we were both silent after she said this.  It was the first
time she mentioned what happened and I felt like I was making a
breakthrough.  I felt exhilarated at the prospect that I might not have
irrevocably caused further damage to this person, whom I loved so much,
with my careless, aggressive behavior from earlier.  I waited, patiently,
for her to continue when I heard her try to stifle a few sniffles.

   "Are you okay, Chloe?" I asked.

   I heard her sniffle a few more times, more openly this time, before
continuing, "I just feel so stupid.  I, I.." she trailed off and I noticed
she was letting out small sobs against my chest.

   I started petting her head with my right hand and held her close to me
with my left arm.

   "Hey, hey, it's okay, Chloe.  It's alright, we don't have to talk about
it anymore" I told her as she continued to sob on my chest.  "It doesn't
matter why you did it."

   I felt powerless to help her and just held her tightly in my arms.

   "Shh, it's going to be okay," I assured her, a clear strain in my voice.
"I'll transfer schools and be closer to you if I have to; I don't care what
it takes.  I'm going to see you through this."

   She was now openly crying in my arms and it was killing me inside to see
my baby sister so shaken up.  "Please stop crying," I pleaded.  I could
hardly hide the stress in my voice as I spoke.  I hated seeing her like
this and I couldn't control my eyes as they began to flood with water.

   As if she could sense the sadness within me, she held me tighter and
sobbed quietly for several more minutes.  It was all I could do to lay
there with her and let her cry.  I wanted desperately to make it stop but
ultimately had to wait it out.

   Eventually, she pulled up her face and stared into my eyes.  Her eyes
were red and bloodshot but other than the streaks of salty water, her face
was clean as she never wore much makeup.  "I love so you much, Erik," she
said before leaning into me and giving me an intense kiss on the lips.  She
rested her head on my chest again, her arms still wrapped around my torso.

   "I love you too, Chloe, more than anyone in the world."

   I was silent for a moment before saying, "Hey, promise me you'll never
do something like that again, okay?"

   "I promise," she said, her voice muffled against my chest.

   With my hand gripping her side, I began to run my hand down the length
of the exposed skin between her sports bra and shorts.  I was mesmerized by
her womanly curves and by how smooth her skin was.  I ran my hand up and
down, sometimes bending in and giving her soft belly a light tickle.  She
wasn't ripped by any means but I could feel firm, flat abs; clearly a
result of her exercise and dieting.

   We just layed there for what felt like hours but was probably only ten
to fifteen minutes; my fingers gently rubbing her uncovered skin, her
hugging my torso as her head rested peacefully on my chest.  She had long
stopped crying, content in just holding me while we sat in silence.

   I couldn't help but feel a sense of redemption from her earlier comment.
The words 'I've wanted this' echoed through my head.  As if purely by
happenstance, my selfish behaviour might have actually helped her instead
of further damage her.

   Trying to take my mind, and Chloe's, off the subject, I playfully
started chanting:

   "One.  Two, Freddy's coming for you.

   Three.  Four, better lock your door."

   I could feel Chloe's laughter shaking her body on top of mine and I took
on a wide grin.  She joined along as I kept singing:

   "Five.  Six, grab your crucifix.

   Seven.  Eight, gonna stay up late.

   Nine.  Ten, never sleep again."

   For some reason, thinking about Freddy attacking me in my dreams made me
sleepy so I jolted forward and reached over Chloe for the TV remote resting
on the window seal near the bed.  As I layed back down into the pillows,
Chloe once again nestled onto my chest, this time scooting closer and
draping her bare leg on top of mine.  I was suddenly very aware of her
large bust resting against my lower abdomen.

   Seemingly uninterested in the movie on the other side of the room, Chloe
said, "Keep tickling me."

   Without hesitation, I moved my hand down the length of her belly and
started running my fingers over her smooth, exposed skin.  I desperately
wanted to go just a little higher and slide my hand under her her sports
bra and feel her large, firm tit in my hand.  As I continued to glide my
hand over her side and stomach, the desire nearly overwhelmed me as I
imagined how soft it would feel; her flesh spilling through my fingers.  I
abruptly pulled my hand back.

   "I don't think I should be doing this, Chloe."

   My hand was resting on the bed now and she leaned forward to look me in
the eyes, her face only a few inches from mine.  She turned her head
slightly, closed her eyes and lightly parted her lips.  Despite my
uncertainty just moments before, I willingly parted my lips and met her
lips halfway.

   Our mouths crushed together like this, I could feel her warm breath on
my lips.  I was straining my neck to meet her and after a short time, I
relaxed my head back into the pillows to get more comfortable.  She
responded by crawling on top of me, her arms hugging my neck.

   She looked down at me and slid her tongue across my upper lip.  I felt
goosebumps forming on my skin as she ran her slimy wet muscle back and
forth.  I simply closed my eyes and let the sensation flood over me before
opening them and meeting her tongue.  We lapped at each others' tongues,
openly between our mouths, for several seconds.

   Shortly after, unsurprisingly, she darted her tongue past my open lips
and licked the top row of teeth before once again entangling her tongue
with mine, this time in my mouth.

   My hands had been resting on her lower back and were now sliding up her
back towards her sports bra.  Her chest crushed on top of mine, I stuck my
thumbs under each side of her sports bra and reached inside to massage the
sides of her soft mounds.

   I desperately wanted to keep fondling her but was startled by the sound
of a loud, terrifying shriek from other side of the room.  I suddenly felt
very vulnerable and could feel my heartbeat accelerate.

   Quickly disconnecting from Chloe's lips, I looked over us and saw that
it was just the movie still playing in the background.

   Chloe pushed herself up and said, "Let's tickle each other's feet," as
she got up to her knees and made her way off the bed.  I felt like my heart
was about to burst through my chest from the sudden interruption but she
just calmly reached at her large pile of pillows and began positioning them
on the floor.

   'Tickling each other's feet' was a practice that went back to our early
childhoods.  We would lay at opposite ends of the couch or the floor and
follow instructions from the other on what part of the foot to tickle.  We
had developed colloquialisms to make the process easier, saying things like
"big toe" to indicate where our attention should be switched to.  The
process was so refined, in fact, that one need only pull their foot away
and present the other one to indicate a change.

   She made two piles of pillows, one in front of a plastic shelf which
housed her collection of movies and the other about six feet away towards
the other end of the room.  She didn't even wait for me to respond, instead
simply laying down on her side, supporting her head with her hand as her
elbow rested comfortably on the pile of pillows in front of the shelf and
turned to look up at the TV.  Clearly, she assumed that I would just
eagerly accept her proposal to rub each other's feet.

   I did accept, of course, but before getting up, I drank in the sight of
Chloe laying on the floor.  In her current position, I could once again
make out the cracks of her ass through her tight-fitting gym shorts and her
toned, creamy legs flowing across the floor.

   As I stood up, I instinctively tried to hide the bulge in my pants.  I
realized quickly, however, that Chloe couldn't see me and made my way to
the pile of pillows opposite of Chloe.  I laid down, also on my side,
facing the TV.  My erection was becoming painful in its current position
and I settled for unbuckling the top of my jeans and pushing my erection
under the waistband of my boxers, the top hidden under my t-shirt.

   I was behind her and her foot was easily within my reach.  My foot being
behind her head, however, was an obstacle.  Usually we would be lying on
the couch and it was simply a matter of bending a knee here or there and
placing the foot on the other's chest or belly.  In this position, I had to
lift up her legs, momentarily, and slip my right leg in the space between
them, her crotch resting inconspicuously against the back of my leg at the
bend.  Since I was much taller than her, my foot was easily within her
reach, despite having to bend my leg at nearly a ninety degree angle.

   It was now past sunset and the only light in the room was the
inconsistent flashes of light from the TV.

   She immediately grabbed the base of my foot with one hand and ran the
back of her fingers up and down the side of my foot; the sensation causing
the hairs on my feet to stand up.  This was my 'default' spot and I grinned
at her remembering it.

   I had to bend her knee slightly to make her foot within comfortable
reach as I grabbed her left foot and began to tickle erratically up and
down with my first two fingers at the bottom center of her foot.  I smiled
broadly as she began to squirm wildly in my grip as I knew she was deathly
ticklish in this spot.

   "Jerk!" she laughed.  "Tickle my big toe!"

   I loosened my grip on her foot and allowed it to rest on the carpet. 
With my middle finger, I began to draw circles around the bottom of her big
toe as we forced our attention to the movie.

   As the movie played on, we continued to rub and tickle each other's
feet, occasionally one of us gesturing for a change in position.  It was
like riding a bike as I quickly re-familiarized myself with the procedure.

   Not long into the movie, her hands still working at my feet, I found my
left hand had made its way to her right calf.  As my right hand was gently
massaging the sole of her left foot, my left hand was gripping her lower
leg as my thumb lightly massaged the smooth skin of her calf.

   "Mmm, that feels nice," Chloe purred.

   In response to this, I pulled my leg from between her and gripped the
bottom of her right leg with both hands.  My legs were now behind her as
she scooted towards me to give me easier access.  I felt the curve of her
ass slide over my bulge and rest against it.  My fingers were wrapped
around her shin as I worked my thumbs, side by side, into the muscles of
her calf.

   I heard her let out a soft moan.

   My erection had long since deflated since our bout of french kissing but
was soon growing again from the innocent friction against the back of her
gym shorts.

   Her soft moan of approval motivated me to continue and I focused
entirely on her pleasure, the movie now just a distraction in the
background.

   As I continued to massage her calves with my thumbs, I could feel her
ass leaning into my crotch.  At first, I was uncertain if it was
intentional or not, but after several deliberate movements, it was clear
that she was trying to position my erection between the soft mounds over
her shorts.

   I was full mast when she finally positioned herself.  My cock was
sliding between the crack of her ass through our clothing as she continued
to gyrate her lower body.

   I became lost in the sensation and momentarily ceased my massage,
instead just loosely holding her leg against my chest.  My left hand
naturally made its way down her soft skin and was now roughly gripping the
top of her thick, creamy upper leg.

   I was beginning to meet her thrusts, the feeling almost causing me to
lose all motor function, when I snapped out of my lapse of focus.  I'm
supposed to be pleasuring her, I thought to myself.

   Standing vertical inside the waistband of my boxers was not a natural
resting position for my fully erect cock; as it was now, somehow, pushing
against the elastic material, testing its durability.  The usual tent was
now protruding through the bottom of my shirt and the pressure against the
bottom of my cock was terribly uncomfortable.  As I sat up from my prone
position, I became grossly aware of this and pushed my erection back into
my boxers and allowed it to run down my leg.

   I grabbed Chloe's left leg and guided her onto her back.

   "What are you doing?" she asked, a note of concern in her voice.

   "I'm supposed to be comforting you, not the other way around," I told
her.

   With wide eyes, Chloe watched as I scooted between her legs and grabbed
each side of her gym shorts and slowly pulled them down her legs and over
her feet.

   She was now in only her blue sports bra and what appeared to be a white
cotton thong.  The underwear had a small triangle piece covering her sex
with thin strings that ran around her waist.

   As I scooted closer, Chloe reactively lifted her knees to allow me
access.  She scooted up the pillows and was now at a thirty degree angle
from the floor, her head resting on the small plastic shelf behind her.  I
heard her breathing accelerate and saw her magnificent chest rising and
falling as I layed on my stomach and crawled in between her legs.  With my
head hovering over her panty covered pussy, my arms went under her legs and
were resting on her belly.  I began to run my hands up and down her belly
and sides before finally sliding up to her bust.

   She squirmed as I breathed warm air on her crotch while my thumbs
slipped under the flexible material of her sports bra.

   I rested my chin on the upper part of the soft triangular cloth of her
panties and looked up as my fingers pushed the bra up and over her large
chest.  From this angle, I could easily make out the impressive lumps and
took this opportunity to properly appreciate how lovely they were.  They
were perfect twins with small, pink nipples in the center, surrounded by
medium sized areolas that, in the darkness, were almost indistinguishable
with the color of her surrounding skin.  I felt like I won the lottery as I
admired her incredible figure.

   "You're so beautiful," I said as I slid my hands down from her sports
bra which was now crumpled up below her neckline.

   My hands engulfed each mound and I couldn't help but roughly grope at
the soft pliable flesh with my fingers.  I only indulged myself briefly,
however, and after watching the smooth flesh spill through my fingers one
last time, I returned to gently caressing her.

   With the back of my fingers drawing broad circles around her nipples,
expertly changing the pattern of my strokes, getting nearer and nearer to
the prized nubs in the center only to pull back at the last second, I began
to softly lick the soft cotton material over her crotch.

   "Oh God," Chloe panted as her legs tensed up.

   I felt my body tingle at the feeling of my tongue on the textured
material, not unlike the feeling you get when you hear nails on a
chalkboard.  I soon overcame the feeling, however, as her juices began to
leak into the cloth and I was overcome with a new sensation: her feminine
taste.  I dug my nose into her crotch and watched as the material became
more and more damp with her wetness.  I returned to my gentle licking,
trying to draw out more and more of her forbidden nectar.

   My senses were buzzing from the smell and taste of her musky sex.  I was
now lapping more aggressively into the material, trying to find her pussy
lips through the now soaked material.

   Chloe was now squirming with almost every lick and I had to move my
hands from her chest to her lower back to keep her stable.

   "Oh my God, this feels so good.  Mmm!" Chloe said, trying to muffle her
voice.

   With my right hand still supporting her back, I used my left hand to
pull the wet material to the side.  Her mons remained a mystery, still
covered by the cotton material, but her pussy lips were completely bare.  I
stared openly at her pink folds and was mesmerized by her most feminine
part.  With my thumb and index finger, I lightly parted the small, gentle
folds and was awestruck as I watched them swell.  I could see the inside
tightly contracting and imagined how incredible it would feel with my cock
inside.

   I ran my tongue up and down her outer lips as she writhed in my arms.  I
was still under the facade of gentle pleasuring but was losing an internal
battle.  She tasted divine.

   "You're driving me insane!" Chloe cried.

   I responded by digging my nose into her crotch and sliding my tongue
between her folds as far as I could reach.  I wiggled my tongue wildly as
my nose slammed into her clitoris.  My senses were once again bombarded as
I greedily lapped at the source of her wetness.

   Chloe responded by grabbing my head and roughly pulling me into her
pussy.  With her hands now supporting her upper body, I again reached for
her breasts and started mauling at them.  Gone was the gentle caressing;
instead following a rougher approach, I grabbed each nub between my finger
and thumb and started tweaking them.

   She squealed in response and I slowly pulled my tongue from her vagina
and enveloped her clit with my mouth.  I licked at the small nub in my
mouth as she writhed in my arms, my fingers continuing their manipulations
on her nipples.

   "Don't stop!  Don't stop!" Chloe moaned.

   She started shaking, almost violently, and I heard a few movie cases
fall of the shelf.  I had to remove my hands from her chest to her back to
keep her lower body steady.  Her hands immediately replaced mine and
started tweaking her nipples as I continued to lap at her clit.

   "Oh FUCK!!" Chloe screamed as she orgasmed from my tongue.  I could feel
her back arching in my hands as I continued my assault on her pussy.  I
thought I heard some voices from downstairs but was too consumed by the
taste and feel of her pussy on lips.

   I slowed down my motions to allow her to come down from her peak of
sexual bliss.

   "Holy...shit, Erik.  You're really good at that," Chloe said, panting.

   "Hang on a second, I'll be right back," I told her.

   I pushed myself up from my prone position and stood up.  Chloe's eyes
grew wide at the bulge running down my legs as I grabbed the top of my
shirt and wiped her juices off my face.

   Still in my boxers, I walked out of her bedroom to see if my suspicions
were correct.  I looked over the balcony into the living and found my
mother sitting in her recliner watching the television.

   "Did you say something, Mom?"

   "I thought I heard cussing up there, is everything alright?" she asked.

   "Everything's fine, Mom.  Some blu rays fell off the shelf, that's all,"
I lied.

   "You guys know how I feel about you guys cussing.  Don't let it become
part of your vocabulary.  I mean it!" she said, glaring at me with her
motherly expression.

   I sighed a breath of relief and went into the bathroom for a quick leak.


   Afterwards, I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself.  My
chin was still glistening and my shirt was soaked in Chloe's juices.  This
was not, at all, ,how I anticipated my homecoming to be like, but I was
done second guessing my intentions.  I was uncontrollably sexually
attracted to Chloe and she seemed to feed on it.  The words 'I've wanted
this,' again, echoed in my head.

   I leaned into the sink and ran some water over my face before leaving
and heading to my bedroom to change shirts.

   After I entered my room and closed the door, I grabbed a handful of the
damp shirt still clinging to my chest and brought it to my nose.  I inhaled
deeply and once again savored Chloe's sweet scent.  Fuck it, I thought to
myself, before pulling the shirt over my head and tossing it carelessly
onto the floor.  I changed into a fresh t-shirt and started to exit the
room.  Before I left, I noticed my alarm clock read: 9:39PM.

   I quietly closed the door behind me and peered over the balcony to see
if my mother was still downstairs.  It was not uncommon for her to stay up
late and watch TV, often falling asleep on her recliner or the couch,
before finally retiring to bed.  This time, however, she seemed to be in
her bedroom but I did notice some light bleeding through the bottom of the
door.  I continued down the hallway and walked into Chloe's room, again
locking the door behind me.

   Chloe was still lying on the floor with her chest still prominently on
display.  Her head was resting on its side on the pile of pillows and she
appeared to be fast asleep.

   As I made my way across the room and kneeled near her, I nearly gave in
to temptation and started fondling her.  But my brotherly instincts took
over and I instead gently stretched the material of her sports bra over her
exposed breasts.  This caused her to quickly open her eyes, no doubt the
friction over her sensitive nipples causing her to jolt awake.  She
reactively brought her hands to her chest and started repositioning the
material, her hands manipulating and digging into her supple mounds.  I
just openly stared at her impromptu boob massage and could feel my dick
growing in my boxers.

   "My face is up here," Chloe giggled.

   I smiled at her and stood up.  Gesturing to help her up, I extended my
hand and she gracefully accepted it and allowed me to pull her to her feet.


   Standing in the center of the room with her soft hand gripped between my
fingers, I asked, "It's getting late, but do you want to watch another
movie?"

   I laughed internally at my question as we had spent very little time
actually watching the previous movie.

   "I'm really tired; I think I'm just going to go to sleep.  Those four
orgasms wore me out," Chloe answered.

   Four?  I asked myself.  By my count she was only at three, but clearly I
had a lot to learn.

   "Okay, no problem," I said as I kissed her cheek.  I was slightly
disappointed that I didn't get to play with her some more but was also
feeling quite tired.  I had woken up unnecessarily early this morning due
to my alarm clock, despite staying up late and drinking the night before.
"I'll see you in the morning, then.  Good night."

   "Good night," she replied before giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek.

   Needless to say, shortly after leaving her bedroom, I found myself
laying in bed with no pants on.  I pulled my erection through the gap in my
boxers and went to town.  My mind was completely consumed with images of
Chloe laying naked on the floor, her spectacular bosom and nipples on full
display.  It didn't take me long and as I finished, I simply held my hand
over my cock and let it erupt into my hand and soak into my boxers.

   I pulled a sheet over my lower body and fell into a deep, blissful
sleep, dreaming of Chloe.

   At some point during the night, I was awoken by a presence sitting on my
bed.  I opened my eyes, which had long adjusted to the darkness, to see
Chloe begin to slide onto the bed next to me.  I looked over my shoulder at
my alarm clock and it read: 11:33 PM.

   "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice groggy and tired.

   As I looked her over, I noticed she was still in just her sports bra and
panties.  She was on her side, facing me, rubbing my chest with her right
hand.

   "I came to return the favor," she whispered.  "Shh, we have to be
quiet."

   I was exceedingly aware that my bedroom was directly over our parents'.
A fact that had long restricted my ability to spend intimate time with the
opposite sex.

   Still staggered from my sleepiness, I watched as Chloe sat up, grabbing
the thin layer of sheets with her hands, and threw them over and off my
lower body.  My flaccid cock was still outside my boxer, spent from its
earlier excursion, laying against my leg.

   "Looks like someone had some fun without me," she said as she ran her
fingers over the dried cum on my boxers.

   I lifted my left arm and let out a deep yawn into the back of my hand. I
should have been shocked as she openly stared at my exposed crotch but I
didn't realize how tired I was.  Despite Chloe's presence, I could feel the
pull of sleepiness consuming me so I put a hand on Chloe's back to anchor
me in consciousness.

   My hand slid down her back and rested on her round ass as she turned her
body towards my mid-section.  She was on her knees as she leaned over my
crotch, her ass pointing to the ceiling as her panties fell down the crack,
exposing the top half of her round, delicious ass.  I inhaled sharply as I
felt her warm fingers prop up my flaccid penis.

   "Not excited to see me?" she teased.

   "It's not that, it's just-oh shit," I muttered as I felt a wet mouth
devour my soft cock.  She worked me all the way to the base, in and out of
her mouth, my soft dick quickly inflating as it stretched through her warm
lips.

   "I can feel it growing in my mouth," she said with a mouthful of my
cock, her face crammed against my pelvis.  It came out more like "I 'an
'eel uh ohing uh nny 'ouf."

   Her head continued to bob up and down on my cock and I was soon full
mast.

   "You've got a big dick," she said after she pulled me out out her mouth
and started licking at the slit of my cock like an ice cream cone.  I
grimaced from the sensation and squirmed backwards up the bed.

   "Sensitive are we?" she teased before she once again engulfing my cock
between her soft lips.

   "Ohhh," I moaned.

   Her jaw had expanded to accommodate my size as she pushed my cock into
her mouth as far as she could.  Flaccid, my cock was nothing impressive,
but fully erect my cock had considerable girth and was a healthy inch or
two above average in length.

   I could feel her trying to push it into her throat but she soon gave up
and gripped the base of my cock with her left hand and bobbed her head up
and down, my cock gliding effortlessly over her tongue and into the back of
her mouth.  I let out a deep, guttural moan as she began to pull out, then
lick in a circular motion around the head before plunging my cock into her
mouth as far as she could, alternating back and forth.

   I grabbed the top of her head with my left hand and followed her
motions. With my right hand, I groped incessantly at her pliable ass cheek,
sometimes sliding my hands under the thin material of her panties and
giving her other cheek a firm squeeze.  The room was filled with sounds of
her slurping and licking and I could feel the burn of my orgasm rising in
my loins.

   "I'm gonna come!" I panted.

   Not missing a beat, Chloe pulled her mouth to the top of my cock and
once again began lapping at the slit on the head of my cock with her
tongue. My cock was soaked in her saliva as she gripped it with both hands
and jerked it rapidly.  Riding the line between pleasure and pain, I was
moments away from orgasm.

   "Here it comes!" I moaned.

   Before she had a chance to respond, I spurted a large wad of semen on
her upper lip before she dived onto my cock, her tongue sliding left and
right on my cock in her mouth.  I continued to erupt my seed in her mouth
as my hand continued its illicit massage of her round ass.

   After what felt like an eternity of coming in her mouth, Chloe finally
pulled up from my spent cock and sat back down next to my head and
swallowed my load in one gulp.

   "Mmm, tasty," she joked.

   "Holy cow, Chloe.  Where did that come from?" I asked, dumbfounded.

   She just giggled and laid down next to me.  I leaned forward and grabbed
the crumpled sheets at the end of the bed and draped them over us.

   Laying back down, I could see she still had some of my seed on her upper
lip.

   "Chloe," I said facing her, "You still have some of my ...  you know." I
pointed to the area just below her nose.

   First, she tried to find it with her tongue but eventually she brought
her right index finger to her lip and brushed it off.  She brought her
finger in front of her face to inspect it, briefly, before slipping her
finger in her mouth and sucking it clean.  She smiled at me and said,
"Thank you."

   At this point, I no longer cared, at all, that this was my sister or
that just moments ago she had my dick in her mouth.  I leaned into her and
found her lips with mine.  I could taste the salty remnants of my semen on
her lips as I probed her lips with my tongue.  She opened her mouth and we
embraced each other openly, connected at the mouth.

   We continued our passionate french kissing for several minutes before
she pulled back and found a pillow to lay her head on.

   "I'm tired, do you mind if I sleep with you?" she asked me.

   "Not at all," I answered, honestly.


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