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Pepper Dyson (teen, spnk, inc)
by Darla (darla@accessone.com)
1997
***
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 awfullness 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 <sniff> 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 -- oh 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
its 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,
baby. 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.." He doesn't
hear her. He is already asleep.