He's My Best Friend... A Friend, Nothing More

Do you ever have moments when you see, smell, taste or touch something and it brings you back to a part of your life or a person in your life that was truly unforgettable? Rain does that to me. It takes me back to the most passionate night of my life. When I stand in a downpour and see the water trickle down my skin just like the sweat drained off his steaming body in the heat of the moment it drives me crazy. The fresh, relaxing aroma of rain reminds me of his sweat and aftershave mixed with our love juice. The light, salty flavor of rainwater seems almost like the way his manhood tasted in my mouth. And the feeling…oh God, the feeling of cold rain hitting my skin sends chills down my spine just as his touch sent jolts of electricity throughout my whole body.

I was nineteen when I gave my virginity to my best friend, Drew. And although it happened almost ten years ago, I still become weak in the knees when I think about it.

Drew and I grew up together. Our parents had all been close friends in college so naturally we were forced to play with each other at every home movie night, family vacation, birthday party and barbeque. Honestly, we hated it! For some reason, we never liked each other growing up. I guess it was because he had the idea that all girls had cooties and I thought that boys were smelly, mischievous gremlins who loved to throw worms on you (which he did many times). Going to the same elementary and high schools didn’t help much either. We even looked alike, red hair, freckles and green eyes, but if you had asked me at twelve if I could picture myself ever being friends with that boy at any point in the future, I would have told you ‘sure, when hell freezes over.’

To this day, I find it so strange how we saw each other all the time and knew each other inside out yet we still never really became friends; that is, until we were sixteen and Drew’s mother was killed in a car crash. 

It happened about a week after his sixteenth birthday. He stormed into my house and barged into my bedroom with puffy red eyes. My parents had told me what had happened a few minutes before so I understood the spontaneous behavior. I was sitting at my desk, and when I stood up and saw him my heart broke with sympathy.

“Awrya… she’s…she’s…. I can’t believe…she’s….” He could barely muster the strength to speak as he unstably stood in the middle of my room.

“Oh God Drew I’m so sorry,” I replied, tears building in my eyes.

His legs gave way and he fell to his knees, bending over and slammed his clenched fists and forehead on my carpet. I ran over to him and placed my knees on the ground before him and sat back on my calves. He rested his head on my lap, grabbed my waist with both his arms and began weeping. I covered him in a warm embrace and joined in his teary sorrow. Drew’s mother was like my second mother and I understood his pain.

“I didn’t know who else to talk to, Awrya, you’re the only one I know who would understand,” he said after he calmed down a bit yet still in my embrace. “I’m sorry for barging in like this.”

“Shhh, it’s ok, Drew,” I said softly holding him tighter. “I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.”

And I was. From that day on Drew and I formed a bond that not even death could break. Years after his mother died we were still close. It was like we were never enemies and the relationship we had during our childhood years seemed irrelevant. Drew became my best friend and he watched out for me like a brother would. If any guy liked me he would have to answer to Drew first. I liked the feeling of him watching over me and caring for me.

Drew was six foot two and unbelievably handsome. He played varsity soccer from sophomore through senior year in high school so his body was fit and strong. His freckles diminished as he got older but he still had is autumn red hair and emerald green eyes. His presence commanded any room he stepped into and his smile was enough to make any girl gravel. He was the guy every girl (and some guys) wanted to be with and every guy wanted to be. Not only was he sexy, but smart. If you asked him anything about numbers like “what’s 4,356 divided by 3” he would say “1,452” before you even finished punching it into your calculator! Universities were practically shoving scholarships in his face. Needless to say he had his share of girlfriends.

I wasn’t too shabby myself. I was a swimmer and although I was never on a varsity team, I still swam two miles per day (still do actually). My hair was a lighter red than Drew’s and slightly curly and fell halfway down my back. My eyes were more yellow green although they sometimes changed to brown (no clue why). I was what you call a ‘late bloomer’ and didn’t develop my C cup breasts and curves until my junior year. I had lost most of my freckles by my senior year and -to avoid bragging- was a very sexy young woman. I was also the president of the student council and very involved in school events so I had a lot of friends and a lot of guys tried to be with me. But for some reason, I never gave my virginity to either of the two guys I dated in high school. I guess I was waiting for the right person and the right time. Little did I know that the right person had been standing in front of me my whole life and the right time was about to present itself.

After graduation my parents decided to send me and one friend of my choice to their beach house in The Bahamas for my graduation gift. Of course the only person I would want to share an amazing experience like that with was Drew. We had never been to the Caribbean before and we were really excited. I was shocked that my parents trusted me that much to fly to paradise on my own with a hormonal teenage guy. However, my parents told me that they trusted me and were happy that I chose Drew because they trusted him and they knew he would make sure that I was ok. It’s so strange; it seemed like Drew and I would make the ‘perfect couple’ but neither of us did anything about it. After all, we were best friends, almost brother and sister. Not even my parents could imagine us being anything more. 

I’ll never forget the look on Drew’s face when I told him we were going to The Bahamas for three weeks. He smiled in disbelief and then turned really excited, lifted me up into the air and twirled me around. I hadn’t seen him that elated since his mom died and I was so glad to be the one that made him happy. 

“We’re going to The Bahamas baby girl!” he always called me his baby girl.

But something happened when he placed me back on the floor. My arms clutched around his neck for support as he lowered me and our lips were so close together that I could feel his breath hit my mouth. We stood there, staring into each other’s green eyes: me looking up, him looking down. There was so much love for me in his eyes and such a tender, genuine caring essence between us. I wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt, but I didn’t. After all, he’s my best friend… a friend… nothing more…or so I thought. We awkwardly parted and abruptly changed the subject.

Within a week we were on a plane heading for The Bahamas. My parents had given each of us a five thousand dollar max credit card and three hundred dollars in cash and told us to have the time of our lives but to call at least three times a week. My parents were wealthy but they never spoiled me before so this was a dream come true. Our plane landed in Nassau and we took a cab to Paradise Island which is a small island linked to Nassau by a bridge. The roads were bumpy and the friendly cab driver spoke loudly with a heavy accent. But when we began to drive next to the ocean, everything seemed perfect. The water was breathtaking: clean, clear, blue as the sky and calm as glass. The beaches had white sand and sea grape trees growing on the side. It almost didn’t seem real. I had seen pictures of the scenery before but I didn’t believe it was actually that naturally beautiful. 

When we finally reached the beach house and paid the driver, we dropped our suitcases in the living room and crashed on the couch in complete exhaustion after a long day of traveling. The beach house rested right off of Cabbage beach, a beach that stretches 1.5 miles across. The house sat at the very end, sharing the same strip with Atlantis (the hotel) and the Ocean Club. We had the most perfect view of the ocean, especially on the second story. There were three bedrooms, four bathrooms, a pool and a Jacuzzi in the back. 

“Awrya, I have a feeling we’re not in Minnesota anymore,” joked Drew as he wiped a trail of sweat off his forehead (it was a very hot July afternoon). I laughed.

“So, should we cool down and go for a swim or would you rather unpack?” I asked, praying that he would choose the first option.

“Unpacking has no chance in this battle,” he said. “Lets get into that beautiful water.”

We were in our swimsuits in no time and headed out to the beach with our towels and suntan lotion. I was wearing a green bikini with white polka dots and he was wearing long blue trunks with some kind of Hawaiian print on them. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t turned on by the way his perfect body looked in his swim trunks. But I had to convince myself: “He’s my best friend… a friend… nothing more.” I tried to distract myself by trying to apply the sun block to my body. He noticed I was having trouble reaching my back and ran over to me.

“Here, let me help you baby girl,” he said taking the bottle away from me.

“It’s ok I got it,” I replied hesitantly. Having him touch me would only make me want him even more.

“Relax, I got this,” he replied.

He smeared the lotion all over my back, shoulders and neck. His hands were so big and so strong; I felt like clay in his palms. I noticed his touch became slower and he pressed harder, almost massaging my back. He stared to trace the curves of my back and as he did that I could hear his breath getting heavier, as was mine. I thought to myself: “is he getting turned on?” I knew I was but I didn’t want him to know. So I pulled away and thanked him. He let out a small laugh and I noticed a slight bulge in his shorts. He WAS turned on. He noticed that I had looked down and he quickly turned around, bent and picked up his shades, put them on then dashed into the water. I smirked and followed him and dove head first into the clear, cool water. When I surfaced I noticed he was staring at me.

“What?” I asked.

“Why do you have to be so sexy?” he said. “I have a feeling I’m going to have to work twice as hard to keep the guys off you.” 

I laughed and playfully splashed water on his face. Wetting his sunglasses.

“Oh that’s it missy, you’re dead,” he joked as he started to head towards me. 

“Oh am I?” I flirtatiously replied. “Did you forget that I swim two miles a day?”

I swam far away as fast as I could. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance.

“Ok, you win!” he called out in defeat.

I swam back to him.

“Bad ass Drew can’t catch a girl,” I teased.

“Come here then,” he said and before I knew it he had me in his arms like a husband holds his wife as he carries her over the threshold of their house on their wedding night. 

I laughed and begged him not to throw me, but he did anyway, and far. I was surprised at how strong he was. I stayed under the water for a long time, just being consumed by the weightlessness and looking up at the sun simmering through the ripples above me. I must have been under for a long time (I can hold my breath for over a minute) because all of a sudden I felt Drew’s arms around me pulling me out of the water. I still had my eyes closed.

“Oh shit Awrya talk to me, say something, are you ok,” he said shaking me in his arms.

I spat seawater in his face and laughed. He dropped me flat into the water in disgust. When I surfaced I was laughing.

“Don’t do that again,” he said worried. 

“I’m sorry I was just joking around,” I replied, kind of embarrassed.

“Well don’t,” he replied bluntly. “Do you have any idea what would happen to me if I lost you?”

He turned to me and gently cupped my face in his hands and softly caressed my lips with his thumb. He paused and stared at my wet lips, opening his mouth a little as if he was longing to kiss me. 

“I’d…I’d die if I lost you baby girl,” he said staring passionately into my eyes.

I ran my fingers through his salty hair and smiled.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said almost whispering as I softly kissed his thumb. “Remember? I’m here for you. I’m always going to be here for you.”

Something sparked between us at that moment. I don’t know if it was a flashback of all we’ve been through together or how we knew everything there was to know about each other but something was there, so overwhelmingly consuming to the point where we just could not resist each other. He took a deep breath and hoisted me up, my legs wrapping around is waist and my arms around his neck. I was so steady on him to the point that if he had let go I would have still been attached. Our lips barely touched and I could feel his breath mixing with mine. 

Then, we couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled me to his lips and gave me the most passionate kiss that I had ever had. Our tongues danced as we explored each other’s mouths. His hands moved down my back and grabbed my ass. I didn’t think our bodies could get any closer but they did at that point, turning both of us on. He released my lips and kissed my neck. 

He whispered behind my ear: “I’ve wanted you for so long.” His words were enough to make my loins scream. But something in my mind was screaming louder. “He’s my best friend… a friend… nothing more.” I started to tense up and he noticed.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asked worried.

“I can’t do this,” I stupidly replied, almost in tears. 

I pushed myself off him and ran inside. I locked myself in a bathroom and showered all the salt, saliva and any evidence of my excitement off of me. 

I didn’t see him until later that night. Somehow we managed to avoid each other for the rest of the day. I took the single room to the far end of the house and he took the room with two beds at the opposite end. We completely ignored the grand master bedroom in the middle. I finally decided that I needed to talk to him; figure this whole thing out. As I walked downstairs the smell of pizza permeated thickly in the air. I saw Drew pouring soda into two wine glasses and noticed the dining table was set for two with candles and a bouquet of hibiscus and bougainvillea flowers. He was whistling a tune that I wasn’t familiar with and awkwardly dancing as he set the glasses next to the empty plates. He looked so adorable. He was wearing tan shorts that went past his knees, a black belt which was overlapped by a thin, long sleeved, white shirt with a collar. His shirt was buttoned down almost to his chest and he wasn’t wearing any shoes. He had showered and jelled his hair and I could tell he meant business. I smiled as I continued to walk down the stairs and towards the table.

“Oh good you’re still here,” he said in a cheerful mood. “I was beginning to think you left.”

I laughed and started to apologize for being a total asshole but he stopped me.

“Hey don’t worry about it,” he said putting his hand on my shoulder. “Now I would have cooked dinner but there’s no food in the house so I ordered pizza. You’re favorite too: barbeque chicken and pineapple with extra cheese and a fresh order of garlic breadsticks. And to top it off, diet Pepsi to wash it down.”

“Thanks Drew, you’re so thoughtful,” was the only thing I could say.

“Anything for you baby girl,” he replied with a smile.

We sat and ate dinner, talking about everything except the thing that we both really wanted to talk about: us. I started to feel more comfortable around him again and we laughed and joked around like always. We behaved the same way we usually did before our scene in the ocean, but for some reason, it didn’t feel right.

After we finished eating we packed the left over pizza in containers and placed them in the refrigerator. I washed the soda stained wine glasses and he dried and put them away. It was really dark outside and it smelled as if it was going to rain. It eventually started. First a little, then a lot until rain began pouring and thunder and lightening filled the sky. It smelt like salt water and ocean breeze. We sat on a bench swing on the enclosed front porch in complete silence and enjoyed watching the rain hit the ocean. I rested my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me.

“I love you,” I whispered under my breath. I almost thought he didn’t hear me but I was too shy to say it again.

He kissed my forehead. “I love you more.”

My heart melted at his words and I sat up and faced him just as the power went out and we were covered in cloud-covered moonlight. For some reason, we both laughed uncontrollably at the situation. 

“I’ll go find some candles,” he said.

We got up and he went into the kitchen while I went upstairs. I knew I saw some scented candles in the bathroom so I was going for them.

“Nothing down here!” he called up from the kitchen. “Only a lighter!”

“That’s fine, I have some candles up here!” I replied.

He ran upstairs with the lighter and I emerged from the master bathroom and walked into the bedroom.

“Where are you?” he asked through the darkness.

“I’m in the master bedroom,” I replied.

He flicked the lighter on to find his way to me. I was holding the candle in my hands next to the dresser and he lit it. 

“Well, at least it’s not hot,” he said, and we laughed.

“Ouch!” I cried when hot wax drained onto my hand.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Just a little wax burn,” I replied. “I’ll survive.”

“Here,” he said taking my hand. “Let me see.”

“It’s fine, really,” I replied.

He took the candle from me and placed it on the dresser. Then held my hand in his and pealed off the wax that had already cooled on my skin. He then kissed my sensitive skin, letting his tongue and saliva cool the burnt spot. 

“Mmm…that’s much better,” I said softly. 

“Good,” he replied under his breath. He slowly began to kiss my wrist and started moving up my arm. “You taste so good baby girl…so good.”

I was turned on again but still pulled away and walked over to the French doors that lead onto the balcony connected to the master bedroom. The doors were open and I could feel the breeze and smell the rain. 

“Why do you resist me, Awrya?” he said sadly. “This isn’t wrong. I love you, I want to be with you.”

I turned at looked at him with sorrowful eyes.

“But you’re my best friend…a friend…how can we be anything else…” I finally said sadly looking down.

“I am your best friend, Awrya,” he began. “But why can’t I be anything else? I know you. I know your smell, I know your taste. I know everything about you: what you like, what you don’t like. I know that you bite your lip when you’re nervous and twirl your hair when you’re bored. I know that you saved me when my mom died and you’re the one who keeps me focused and supports me in anything I do. I know that you inspire me and give me something to hold on to.”

He collapsed on his knees before me just as he did three years earlier.

“I know that you’re a virgin and that you’re saving yourself for the right man,” he continued as he looked up and gripped the sides of my thighs. “I wish I could be that man for you for the rest of your life, but if you don’t want me I’ll understand…”

He turned his head and rested his cheek to my stomach. I couldn’t take it anymore. Hearing his sincere words as they flowed out of his mouth was too much for me to bear.

“Of course I want you,” I began as I fell to my knees and he wrapped his arms around my waist as I stroked his cheek. “I want no one else but you. I’ve been saving myself for the right man and trying to find him when I only had to look in front of me. I want you to be my first, my last, my everything.”

The kiss he gave me at that moment was so powerful it made our first kiss seem like a peck on the cheek! It was filled with so much love and passion. I wondered how I let myself abstain from him all these years. We rose together and I leaped into the same position I had been in while in the ocean just a few hours before. He carried me over to the king size bed and gently rested me down beneath him. I was wearing a black tank top over my bra and a short flowing blue skirt at the bottom. I sat up and raised my arms as he slowly lifted my top over my head and threw it on the floor. He kissed a trail from my arm to my neck.

“I love you baby girl,” he whispered in my ear. “I love no one else the way I love you.”

I was so wet at this point and all I could reply was: “Mmm I love you Drew. I want you so badly baby.”

Feeling encouraged, he kissed my neck again as his hands moved over my back and unlatched my bra. My full breasts fell out of their prison, free to his hands. He kissed them and grabbed them with care and infatuation. Taking my left nipple into his mouth and sucking while pinching my right. I moaned with pleasure, pleasure I had never experienced before. His lips moved down to my stomach and his hands explored every inch of my hot, silky body. Through the candle light inside the bedroom and the flashes of lightning outside by the beach, I saw him look up at me as he guided my skirt down my thighs and off of me. My breathing became heavy, as I grew nervous. He noticed and stopped what he was about to do. He took my hand and meshed his fingers between mine.

“I can stop if you want,” he said peacefully.

“No I want you to,” I replied. “It’s just, I’m a little nervous.”

He moved his face up to mine and kissed me gently.

“You’re beautiful, so sexy,” he said looking into my eyes. “I want to please you. Just relax baby girl.”

His words were calming and my smile assured him that I wasn’t nervous any more. He smiled and kissed me again and then kissed his way back down to my thighs. He licked my inner thighs and kissed my knees tenderly. He was in total control of me and I loved it. My underwear was soaked from my arousal and he began to lick my extremely sensitive clit through my pink panties. I moaned again, a little louder than before. His fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties and he slowly guided them off, exposing my red pubic hair. It was the first time I had been naked in front of a man and I felt so comfortable because I was glad that it was Drew.

He caressed my thighs as he licked my clit. My body shivered from the bliss he was bringing me. My hips began to move in motion with his tongue as he licked and sucked harder. I closed my eyes and let the sensations consume me. He slipped his finger deep in my pussy and rubbed my clit with his tongue. He found my g-spot right away and I began moaning louder and louder. I could tell that in a few more seconds I was going to climax and I believe he sensed it too. He pulled out quickly and let me relax. I didn’t want my first orgasm to come by his fingers and he didn’t either.

He kissed me again.

“Now it’s my turn to please you,” I said. I was the one in control now.

I sat him up against the headboard and unbuttoned his shirt while I kissed him and once it was off it went on the floor next to my clothes. I kissed my way down his stomach just as he had done to me. I found his treasure trail of hair and followed it with my tongue while my hands unbuckled his belt. I could tell his cock was about to burst out of his pants, and it did once I pulled them off of him. It was the biggest dick I had ever seen, probably eight inches. I gasped and he laughed. I thought: “How the hell is that going to fit in me?” 

“Don’t worry, Awrya,” he said. It was like he could read my mind.

With reassurance I placed the head in my mouth and began to suck it and play with it with my tongue. I took my hands and worked them up and down his massive shaft. He moaned with pleasure and I felt so proud that my first blowjob was being successful. Just as he was getting used to my technique I switched it and took about six inches of it down my throat. He flinched and groaned as I held it there for a few seconds while playing with his balls. His ass contracted and he trusted up, shoving another inch down my throat. I supported the back of his upper legs as I slowly moved out, a trail of precum linking my lips with his hard, twitching cock. 

“Oh Awrya, that feels so fucking good,” he said breathing heavily.

I continued pleasing him for a little while longer when finally he took my chin and brought my face up to his and kissed me. I could taste his juice mixed with mine and the unbelievable smell of his aftershave lingered between us. 

“Do you wana fuck me big boy?” I asked. I couldn’t believe I was talking dirty but I didn’t care, I was so turned on.

“Mmm…” was all he could muster the strength to say.

I kissed him and he rolled me onto my back. He took his rock hard dick and rubbed it against my clit. My pussy was aching for him.

“Be gentle,” I pleaded softly.

“I will baby girl,” he replied.

He spread my legs wider and began to slowly burry his massive cock into my tight, virgin pussy. I gripped the sheets beside me and let out a gasp. It hurt but not a lot and I began to relax more. After that, it became easier to slip into me and the pain subsided. Soon enough, all eight inches of him was inside me and he moved his head hovering mine.

“Are you ok?” he asked, making sure he wasn’t hurting me.

I nodded and pulled him toward me. He kissed me gently as he began to thrust his dick deep inside me. He took my hand and meshed our fingers together again on the side of my head and tenderly kissed my neck. Feeling him inside me, his lips on my neck and our bodies together as one is a feeling that words could not do justice to explain. He started to move faster, caressing my g-spot in all the right places. I felt the walls of my vagina contract, as I was getting ready for an intense orgasm. I could feel he was about to cum too but he was waiting for me. 

“Oh God! Drew…Oh God baby please don’t stop….don’t stop…don’t….ohhh!” I screamed. He moaned with me as we changed positions so that I was practically sitting on him in a tight embrace. I came all over his cock and he in return shot several rounds of semen into my vagina. I shuttered at the intense feeling of euphoria, as did he. Blood, semen and juice ran down onto the bed like the rain was running down the coconut trees in the storm. We stayed there for a while, holding each other, panting. I was no longer a virgin, and I didn’t regret it. 

His dick softened and practically pushed itself out of me and we lied on the bed, speechless. He took my hand and kissed the top before meshing our fingers again. I turned toward him and stared into his beautiful green eyes.

“That was amazing,” I said almost in disbelief.

“You’re amazing,” he replied. 

I kissed him on his forehead and rested my head on his chest. He began to stroke my arm and play with my hair. “He’s my best friend…a friend…and so much more” was the new phrase that crossed my mind. 

The next three weeks were almost too good to be true. The days were filled with exploration, fun and enjoyment, while the nights were steamed with passionate lovemaking. It seemed to get better over time. We made love on most surfaces of the house as well as in the ocean, the pool and the Jacuzzi. 

We had left Minnesota as best friends and returned as lovers. We’ve been married for five years now and have a three-year-old daughter named Kathryn, after Drew’s late mother. I know this may seem too good to be true but it really is true. Our lovemaking has only grown and blossomed over the years and I couldn’t ask for a better husband, lover or man. I went from an icky girl with cooties who he was forced to play with, to his wife and the mother of his child. It’s funny how life can throw you completely off track just when you’re starting to get used to the way things are. 

We still make love when it rains and for some reason it always seems like the first time. I guess that’s what happens when you’re with someone you truly love. He is my best friend…my lover…the father of our child…and oh…so much more…

Me and my slutty sister

My sister Rashmi and I are twins (fraternal). We were always close growing up, and we hung out with the same friends. As we became teenagers, we still hung out, but our relationship became edgier, and my sister became a little bit of a bitch. We both still lived at home ? I went to a local community college, and Rashmi went to the State college, less than two miles from home.

I knew Rashmi had engaged in sexual activities, as had I, but until now I had never actually witnessed it. We both did a good job of playing the obedient children. We both wanted our trust funds when we turned 21, less than 2 years from now. Each of us would get a little more that $1.5 million. Unless something made our parents change their mind.


“Please, Harry, you can’t tell them,” she pleaded. She knew that if her parents found out that she had been sexually involved with a black man, she’d be disowned, and the trust fund would be gone. I thought about it for a minute. She was crying now.

I had always found my sister incredibly sexy. She had an amazing body, skinny but with curves in the right places. Her breasts were on the small side but perfectly proportioned. Her ass was tiny but perfect, like two halves of a large melon. I would often masturbate thinking about fucking her. I decided that I shouldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.

“I won’t tell mom and dad,” I said. “But you have to do something for me.”

Relief flooded her face. “Thank you Harry. Whatever you want, tell me and I’ll do it.”

“You can start by dropping the comforter,” I said. She looked confused for a minute.

“What? Why, Harry?” she asked.

“Because, I want to see you naked,” I answered.

“But you can’t. I’m your sister,” she answered.

“I know. If you don’t want me to tell mom and dad, you’d better be my naked sister in a hurry,” I said.

She stared at me, her confusion becoming replaced by a mix of anger and disgust. Slowly she dropped the comforter, exposing her breasts. The rest of the comforter was draped across her thighs, covering her crotch. Her breasts were gorgeous. I had previously only seen them under a t-shirt or bathing suit. They were perfectly formed, and she had no tan lines. I felt my cock stir in my jeans.

“That’s a start. Now the rest,” I said.

“Harry, no,” she said. “We can’t do this. It’s wrong.” She continued staring at me.

“The comforter, or else,” I said. My cock was now completely erect and was straining the fabric of my jeans.

“Harry, please,” she begged. I didn’t say anything. She sighed, seeming to resign herself to her fate, and threw the comforter on the ground.

I had expected her to be wearing panties, but she wasn’t. Her pussy was completely hairless, and like her breasts there was no sign of tan lines. I moved closer to get a better view.

She was still aroused, I could see. Her lips were puffy and reddish, and they glistened with her juices. She was glaring at me.

“Satisfied, jerk?” she spat. She closed her legs.

“Open them,” I said.

She looked away, and fresh tears started down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and opened her legs again. I knelt in front of her and stared at her bare mound. I imagined how it would feel to slide my cock between those lips. I was dying, and needed release. I stood up.

Rashmi closed her legs again and looked at me. “Are you done?” she asked in a desperate tone.

“I am, but you’re not,” I said. Confusion came back into her eyes, replaced by fear as I unzipped my jeans. My 7-inch cock sprang out.

“God Harry, what are you doing?” she shrieked, looking away. “Stop it! Put that away and get out!”

“Touch it,” I said. She was still turned away. “Touch it, Rashmi.”

“No Harry. Get out now,” she said. She didn’t look at me. I put my cock away and zipped up my pants.

“Okay, I’ll go. Mom and dad should be home soon, so I guess we’ll have a good talk.” I started for the door. Before I got there, Rashmi said, “Stop”.

I turned around. She was looking at me. “I’ll do what you want. But I’ll only touch it, nothing else.”

I didn’t say anything, I just walked back and unzipped again. My cock was still rock hard. She stared at it. “Touch it,” I said.

Slowly, she reached out and put her hand around my shaft. I gasped at her touch. She held me like that, and then let go.

“Happy?” she asked.

“Almost,” I replied. “Do that again.” I said.

She grabbed me again, and I put my hand on hers and started moving it up and down. She got the hint and took over. It felt incredible. She had obviously done this before. I was so overwhelmed I knew that I would come very quickly. I didn’t want her to move out of the way, so I didn’t give her any sign that my orgasm was approaching.

As she jerked me, she gave a sudden squeeze, and that was enough to drive me over the edge. My cock jumped and cum splashed all over Rashmi. The first spurt was a huge rope that landed on her head and face. She instinctively moved away, and the next spurts landed on her tits and belly. I kept coming, covering her chest. I had never come that much in my life. Finally, I was done, and Rashmi took her hand away. She wiped it on the sheets, then used the sheets to wipe the rest of the cum off her face and front.

“Thanks, sis,” I said. She glared at me. “I won’t tell mom and dad, but you’ll have to do that for me again.”

“No way,” she said. “That’s it Harry. No more.”

“Have it your way,” I said. I saw her deflate again. I knew I had her.

“I’ll see you at dinner,” I said, and left her room.

*****

Our parents came home at about 6:30, and we all sat down to dinner at 7. Rashmi had to take a shower to get all the cum off. She didn’t speak a lot at dinner, and our mom asked her what was wrong.

“I just don’t feel well,” she said. “I think I may have the flu.”

“Well, why don’t you go up and lay down?” our dad said. “Harry will bring you some tea. Won’t you Harry?”

“Of course, dad.” I said. Rashmi looked at me, then left the table and went upstairs.

After dinner, mom and dad decided to go out to visit friends down the street for a couple hours. I promised to take good care of Rashmi.

After my parents left, I made some chamomile tea and took it up to Rashmi. She was lying in her bed, watching TV. She looked at me as I walked in. I set the tea on her night table. She muttered a thank you.

I sat on the bed beside her, and pulled down her comforter. She was wearing sweatpants cut to shorts, and a tank top with no bra. She tried to pull the covers back up, but I stopped her.

“Harry, please don’t,” she pleaded. “I can forgive you for what happened before, but it can’t go one. You must know that.” Part of me did, but another part of me couldn’t stop.

“Just relax for a minute,” I told her. I pulled the covers all the way off. I pulled at the drawstring holding on her shorts, and pulled them off. Rashmi tried to resist, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop me. For the second time that day, I was greeted with the sight on her completely hairless pussy.

“Why don’t you have any pubic hair?” I asked. She didn’t answer right away. I asked her again. She turned away from me.

“It’s easier to wax it all. Guys like it because it makes me look younger, and because it’s cleaner when they go down on me.” Her voice was emotionless.

“Go down on you? You mean lick your pussy?” I asked. I had never done that, but was suddenly very intrigued by the idea.

“Yes,” she answered.

“Do you like it when guys do that?” I asked. She turned to look at me, her eyes burning with anger and humiliation.

“Of course I do,” she answered. “Don’t you like it when girls suck your cock?” she asked venomously.

“Yes, I do,” I replied. In truth, I’d only had two blowjobs, and neither one was that good. I moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed Rashmi’s feet. I pulled them apart and moved closer to her pussy. She didn’t resist, probably assuming I was just going to look again. I moved closer and closer, until my nose was almost touching her outer lips. Her smell was intoxicating. Before I knew what I was doing I had run my tongue all the way along her slit. Rashmi jumped out of the bed.

“Jesus Christ, Harry! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She yelled. Good thing our parents weren’t home.

“I’m licking your pussy,” I answered. “Or at least I was.” I didn’t move off the bed. Rashmi was standing in front of me, naked from the waist down. I waited for her to say something.

“Harry, get out,” she said. “I won’t tell mom and dad about any of this, but you have to get out now.”

“Lay down on the bed,” I told her.

“No Harry. Get out, now,” She said. “If I tell mom and dad what you’ve done, you’ll be in just as much trouble as I am.”

“No I won’t,” I answered. “If you tell them, I’ll tell them you’re lying to try to cover up your relationship with Frank, and about how I walked in and saw you swallowing his entire cock. Who do you think they’ll believe?”

She knew I had her. My credibility with our parents was a lot better than hers. She knew they’d believe me over her. She stood for a minute, and then sat down on the bed.

“Do whatever you want for five minutes. Then you’ll stop. Agreed?” she said.

“Sure,” I answered. I would take as much time as I wanted, but she didn’t need to know that. She laid back down on the bed and spread her legs. She covered her face with a pillow.

I repositioned myself in front of her pussy, and licked it again. I felt her whole body tense. I stared eating her in earnest. I found her clit and alternated between sucking on it and licking her pussy lips. I slowly put my index finger inside her, and felt her tense again. She let out a loud sob.

I carried on, with two fingers now inside her. I licked and sucked her clit, and I noticed that her hips were starting to move against me. I could feel her vaginal muscles start contracting. Holy shit, I thought. She’s going to cum. I kept going and before long she was thrashing under me, her cunt spasming as she came. I slowly took my fingers out and licked them, savouring her sweet juices. I looked at her. The pillow was gone, and her face was a mix of emotions.

I knelt between her legs and took off my own sweatpants. My cock was rock hard again. She suddenly looked terrified.

“No Harry,” she said. “You can’t. Don’t put that inside me.”

“Relax,” I said. “You can jerk me off like last time.” I moved up so that I was kneeling between her spread legs, my cock over her stomach. Without having to be told, she grabbed me and started jerking. She must have wanted to get it over with, because she was going very fast. It worked. In less than a minute I was cumming for the second time today. The first spurt again landed on her face and in her hair. I kept cumming, covering the rest of her body. Amazingly I think I came more this time. Her tank top was splattering with my cum. She sat up and took it off, and used it to wipe off her hair and face. She pulled the covers up and turned away from me, staring at the TV. I left without saying anything.

*****

For the next few weeks, things went back to normal, pretty much. I had Rashmi give me a few more handjobs, and while she didn’t necessarily seem to like it, she protested less and less each time. She even started taking a little longer. She became better at sensing my approaching orgasms, and would aim my cock so that I came in her hand or in a cloth or sock if she had one handy. She stopped trying to tell me that we couldn’t keep doing this. I guess she figured once we hit 21, she could tell me off without fear.

Then, one Friday, our parents came home and announced that they were going on a trip for a week. They were leaving us to take care of the house, and each other. Of course, we weren’t to have any parties, and we never would, because there’s no way our parents wouldn’t find out. But, with our parents gone, we were free to stay out late and come home in a less than sober state.

They left on Saturday, and that night both Rashmi and I ended up at the same party. I was playing a drinking game with some buddies in the kitchen, and I saw Rashmi dancing with Frank in the living room. He was getting very frisky, and she was fighting to keep his hands off her. Finally, she slapped him in the face, and he stormed out.

I lost sight of Rashmi for a couple hours, and when I saw her again she was in the backyard, drinking Southern Comfort from the bottle and taking pretty big pulls off of a nice sized joint. She was sitting with a couple girlfriends. I walked over to her and grabbed her by the arm.

“Come on, sis,” I said, pulling her to her feet. “I think you’ve had enough.” She was not at all stable on her feet, and I had to prop her up.

“Naaaa,” she slurred. “I don’ wanna go. I wanna stay with my girls.” The last word came out like ‘girlsh’.

“I know, but I think you need to get some sleep,” I told her. “Say goodnight, Rashmi.”

“Goo’nite, Rashmi,” she said with a wave. I got her out to the car and poured her into the front seat. I had only had a couple beers and was fine to drive. I started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

A few minutes later, I pulled into our driveway. Rashmi had slept the entire short trip, and I had to shake her to rouse her. I helped her into the house and into her bed. She sat on the bed, and as I turned to go, she grabbed my belt and turned me to face her. Without saying a word, she unzipped my jeans and took my flaccid cock in her hands.

“Rashmi, what are you doing,” I asked. This was the first time she has initiated anything between us.

“Isn’t this what you want,” she asked, her words still slightly slurred. “I might as well give it to you, because you’ll make me anyway,” she said. My cock was growing hard. I hadn’t planned on doing anything tonight, but it would be hard to say no with her soft, skilled fingers slowly stroking my shaft.

She took her time, and every time I sensed my orgasm approaching, she’d slow down. After about ten minutes, I told her I had to sit down because my legs were getting tired.

I laid on the bed, and she resumed her stroking. She was going unbearably slow, running her hand over the head every now and then to lubricate my shaft with my precum. Suddenly I felt a familiar pressure build. She sensed it, and tried to slow down even more, but it was no use. I exploded, hitting myself in the face, and drenching her pillow. She kept pumping while I finished, shooting an unbelievable amount of cum onto my chest and stomach.

When I was finished, she wiped her hand on my leg, and grabbed a towel off her dresser.

“Here, clean up with this,” she said. “Goodnight, Harry.” She laid down and turned away from me. I took the hint and left her room, dropping the jizz soaked towel in her hamper.

I went to my room, threw on a robe, and headed to the bathroom to clean up before bed. As I passed Rashmi’s room, I heard an unmistakable sound. I put my ear to the door and heard the sounds of my sister masturbating. I pushed the door, and it swung open silently. She was laying on her bed, naked, with one hand between her legs and the other one alternating between her two nipples. Even though I had just come, I felt my cock stir. I tiptoed over to the side of her bed and watched. I could tell she was getting close. I waited until I thought she was almost there.

“Need some help?” I asked. She must have jumped 10 feet in the air.

“Goddamn it Harry! You scared the shit out of me!” She wasn’t slurring anymore.

“Sorry,” I said, grinning widely. “I heard noises and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” she said, sitting on the edge of her bed. “Can you please go?”

“So you can finish?” I asked her.

“Not likely,” she said. “After that scare, I couldn’t if I wanted to.”

“Well, maybe I can,” I said. She seemed to weigh the offer. She opened her mouth to say something, and then reconsidered. She simply laid down on her back and spread her legs.

My cock was rock hard as I positioned myself between her legs again. I took time, savouring the aroma of her pussy. She was in a very aroused state, and I was surprised at how wet she was. I ran my finger up and down her glistening slit. She gasped and lifted her hips toward my finger. I smiled.

As she had, I took my time. I would build her up to the brink of orgasm, then stop completely and watch her thrash around. She would try to finish herself, but I grabbed her hands and kept them away. I would lick her clit while I fucked her with my fingers. I had read about the female G spot, and I tried to locate hers. Based on the sharp gasp she made, apparently I found it. I kept bringing her up and down, until I thought she couldn’t take it any more. I started in earnest, working her clit and finger fucking her. I felt her vaginal muscles start to contract and knew she was seconds away. Without being obvious, I moved my pinky so it was just outside her asshole. Her juices had been running and I knew that her anus would be well lubricated. As she started cumming, I stuck my pinky in her ass.

She screamed and thrashed like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I almost came myself, feeling both her cunt and ass muscles contracting as she came. She didn’t stop for almost a full minute. It’s a good thing our parents weren’t home, or anywhere close to home.

After she came down, she looked at me with the same mixture of emotions; anger, humiliation, and a little bit of lust. She didn’t say anything, just turned over onto her stomach. Typically, this is when I would leave, but today I had another idea. I climbed on top of her and held her.

She didn’t move, and for a minute neither did I. I shifted so that my cock was nestled between her ass cheeks, and let it rest there for a moment. Then I slowly started pumping back and forth. It felt exquisite. She didn’t try to stop me, probably hoping that I would come and then leave her alone. Not today, though.

Holding her wrists, I lifted myself up a bit and moved my cock a little lower. On one of my downstrokes, I moved enough that the head of my cock brushed the entrance to her pussy. She gasped and tensed. I went back to rubbing my cock between her cheeks. Ever couple of strokes I’d brush my head against her wet lips. Then, without warning, instead of pulling back I pushed forward. She cried out.

“Harry, no!!!” she yelled. My head was inside her pussy, and it felt like nothing else I had ever felt. She was incredibly tight, and I wondered suddenly if she was a virgin. I pushed forward a little more. Her tightness was overcome by the copious amount of fluid that she was producing.

“Harry, stop!!! Please, Harry, don’t do this,” she said, tears starting to flow down her cheeks. “I’m a virgin, Harry.”

That was enough for me. I kept pushing, and soon felt pressure at her hymen.

“Ow!!” she screamed. “Harry, it hurts. You’re too big. Please take it out. It hurts.”

Her cries turned me on even more. I pulled back and then pushed forward harder, and I felt her resistance give. She shrieked. I kept going and before I knew it my cock was buried to the hilt in my sister’s pussy. I grabbed her tiny ass cheeks and pulled them open. I looked down, and saw her wet lips wrapped around my shaft. I couldn’t believe my cock was inside her. It looked like I should be splitting her in half. The sight of her tiny ass cheeks spread apart and my glistening cock in her virgin pussy was too much to handle. My cock jerked, and I unloaded what felt like buckets of cum into my sister. She must have felt it, because she started to panic.

“Nonononononononono,” she said. “No, don’t cum in me, I’m not on the pill, no Harry, don’t, nonononono.” She was almost incoherent. I had finished cumming, and pulled my cock out of her pussy. There was a little bit of blood, and a lot of cum. As I pulled out, a stream of cum flowed out, over her pussy lips and puddle on the sheet. Rashmi was crying softly.

“Harry, how could you,” she said. “How could you rape me and cum inside me?” Her face was buried in her pillow. I felt guilty, but as I stared at her back and ass, and watched my cum flow out of her, I realized that I would need to do this again.

*****

We didn’t do anything for the next month or so. Rashmi didn’t talk to me unless our parents were around, and event then she was very curt in her conversation. I was worried that our last encounter might push her over the edge, and she’d tell our parents. She’d lose her trust fund, but so would I. I didn’t think that either of us wanted that.

One night, I went into the bathroom just after Rashmi had come out of the shower. As I was taking a leak, I noticed a tampon wrapper in the garbage. I felt relieved, knowing that if she was having her period, she wasn’t pregnant. After I finished peeing, my cock became hard as I thought about the last time. I grabbed my cock and jerked off in record time, shooting my cum into the toilet in less than a minute. I realized that I needed some more of my sister.

A few days later I saw my opportunity. Our parents were going to a gala dinner, and said they’d be home late. Even though neither one drank, they liked to dance and have a good time, and routinely would get home after midnight.

Rashmi seemed to sense my mood, and after dinner, she sat on the couch and stared at the TV. She didn’t even look at me when I sat down beside her. After about 5 minutes, she looked over. I smiled at her. Without a word, she reached over and unbuckled my belt. She tugged my jeans off, and my cock was standing at attention. I hadn’t jerked off since the bathroom, so I was aching. She looked at me again as she wrapper her hand around my shaft.

I laid back and closed my eyes, savouring the feeling. Suddenly, her hand stopped, replaced by her mouth. She had never taken me in her mouth, and the feeling was unbelievable. She took the entire length of my shaft, and I felt my cock head hit the back of her throat. It was too much to handle, and I came right away. She grunted and swallowed as much as she could, but apparently my load was too big because some of it escaped and dripped down her chin. She held me in her mouth until I started to soften, the pulled back. She wiped her chin with her t-shirt and turned back towards the TV.

Rashmi was wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt, and I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. I reached over and started to pull her t-shirt up. She pushed my hand away and pulled her shirt back down. This went on for a few minutes before she finally gave up. With an exasperated sigh, she sat forward and pulled her shirt over her head and threw it at me. Her tits were as gorgeous as ever, sitting pertly, nipples hardening in the air. I leaned over and took one of her nipples in my mouth. I felt her stiffen slightly, but she didn’t try to push me away.

I kept licking and sucking her nipples and breasts. Rashmi tried to pretend it wasn’t affecting her, but after about ten minutes, she started to moan very quietly, and she would shift in her seat. I felt my cock getting hard again.

I moved to kneel in front of her. I reached up and pulled the drawstring on her pants. She was looking at me, half pleading to stop, and half pleading to keep going. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled them off.

Her bald pussy was staring at me. I didn’t waste any time, licking her slit top to bottom. I found her clit right away and started working on it. Rashmi reacted immediately, groaning loudly and pushing her pussy towards me. I slid two fingers into her already wet cunt, and began fucking her. She was rapidly approaching the brink, and I didn’t stop. I felt her muscles start to contract, and increased my efforts. She came with a scream, her thighs locking around my head. I slowed down as her orgasm subsided, but I didn’t move.

My fingers were still inside her, and after about fifteen seconds, I slowly started moving them in and out. Rashmi gasped. I gently licked her clit, and she jumped. I did it again, and she squirmed, trying to pull back. I put my other hand under her ass and pulled her forward.

I started slowly, and gradually got faster and faster. Rashmi was enjoying it, moaning and squirming. I took one finger from my free hand and ran it around the outside of her cunt, getting it well lubricated. I placed the tip by her anus, and moved it in small circles. Rashmi tensed, clenching both her ass and cunt muscles. I started pushing my finger slowly against her clenched ass. Even though she was closed tight, the lubrication allowed my to push past her sphincter. I pulled back and pushed forward until I had my entire finger buried in her ass.

I kept working on her clit, and before long I knew Rashmi was going to come again. This orgasm was going to be different though. Her legs started shaking, and she was uttering small grunting sounds, like ‘uhuhuhuhuhuhuh’. I felt her ass and cunt muscles start to spasm, and her grunts got louder.

I knew she was going to come, but I didn’t expect what happened. As she came, her pussy squirted some kind of liquid all over my face. I pulled back for a moment, and then went back at her clit. Rashmi was almost having convulsions, and she came for what must have been more than a minute. Finally, she seemed to be done, although her body would still twitch involuntarily with the after effects. I stood up and looked down at her.

Her tanned body was glistening, partly from sweat and partly from her ejaculation. Her cheat was heaving, and her eyes were only half open. Her legs were still spread, twitching every now and then. Her pussy lips were red and puffy and dripping. I knelt in front of her again. My cock pointing at her pussy.

Rashmi was completely out of it, and didn’t react until the head of my cock touched her lips. Her eyes opened and she tried to move away. I grabbed her hips and pulled her forward. My cock slid partly into her.

“No,” she said quietly. She pushed at my chest, trying to keep me from pushing forward. I grabbed her hands and held them over her head. I pushed into her. She winced as my cock entered her. I pulled back a bit and then pushed all the way in.

“Ouch!” Rashmi cried out, and I held myself completely inside her. I started moving back and forth. Rashmi had her eyes closed, and a tear ran down her cheek. I kept going, fucking her slowly, then pushed all the way in again. I started to rub my crotch against hers, stimulating her clit. After a minute or so, Rashmi’s body began to betray her, and I felt her start to move against me. I pulled back and started fucking her again, with long, slow strokes. I let go of her hands, and with one of them I started to rub her clit.

I was trying hard to hold off my orgasm, but as Rashmi started to come again I knew it would be impossible for me not to as well. Rashmi cried out as she came, and at the same time I pushed all the way in and held myself there, my cock erupting in her warm pussy. I waited until we were both finished, and then pulled out. When my cock came out, a river of cum flowed out and pooled on the couch under Rashmi’s pussy.

Rashmi turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up. I went back into the living room. Rashmi wasn’t there, but she came back in about five minutes later. There was a large wet spot on the couch where my cum and Rashmi’s juices pooled. Rashmi had a damp cloth and scrubbed the spot, removing most of the fluids. Then she turned the cushion over and sat down. She didn’t look at me. We watched TV for about an hour, and then I went to bed.

*****

Rashmi and I continued our sessions, almost on a daily basis. Rashmi would still protest, but her heart wasn’t in it. By the time I would get her pants off, her pussy would be dripping. Her body certainly grew to like the attention, and she would always orgasm at least once, usually twice, and once I made her come 7 times.

I also got bolder. Once, Rashmi and I were doing dishes after dinner. It was a warm summer evening, and our parents were sitting outside by the pool. We could see them from the window over the sink. It would be hard to see inside, as the setting sun was reflecting off the windows.

Rashmi was standing at the sink, washing the pots. She was wearing thin cotton sweatpants that hugged her tight ass, and I could tell there were no panties underneath. I walked up behind her and put my hands on her hips. I pulled her ass back into my growing erection.

“Harry, stop,” she said. “Mom and dad are right there.” I didn’t stop, instead running one of my hands around to her stomach and then down over her pussy. She groaned quietly.

“Harry, stop. Please,” she said, but already her hips were gyrating. I knew she would be wet already. I stopped rubbing her crotch and pulled down her sweatpants. I quickly undid my jeans and let them fall to the floor. Without wasting time, I placed the head of my cock at her pussy and rubbed it back and forth a few times. She was incredibly wet. I pushed my cock into her. It went in easily, and in one smooth motion I was buried to the hilt in my sister. She put her hands on the counter and thrust her ass back towards me.

I started moving in and out slowly. I wanted this to last, but I knew that we needed to be quick. I didn’t want to have to stop if our parents came in. I put my hands back on Rashmi’s hips and started fucking her a little faster. She was grunting each time I would thrust into her. She was looking out the window, making sure our parents were still sitting. She took one hand off the counter and started to rub her clit. I knew that when she did that she would come almost right away. To drive her over the edge, I licked my thumb and slowly pushed it into her ass. Before I knew it she was shaking, her legs buckling. She came hard, spraying cum all over the floor. I followed with my own orgasm, shooting my hot load deep into her pussy.

We stood there, my softening cock still inside Rashmi. As we caught our breath, our m other stood up and started towards the house. I quickly pulled out of my sister’s pussy, my cock bringing a large stream of cum with it. I quickly pulled up my jeans, and Rashmi pulled up her pants. Immediately, the grey fabric was stained dark by the mess flowing out of her pussy. She ran upstairs, leaving me to clean up the mess that both of our cum had made on the kitchen floor.

Our mom walked in as I was wiping up the mess with paper towel. She looked down at me.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing,” I replied. “I just spilled some water.”

“You always were the clumsy one,” she said jokingly. “Where’s Rashmi?”

“I spilled some water on her, so she went to change her pants.”

“Okay. I’m going to go have a shower. Your father may fall asleep out there, so do me a favour and keep an eye on him.”

“Okay, mom,” I said. “I’ll do that.” After she left, I finished wiping the cum off the floor, and then finished doing the dishes. I didn’t see Rashmi again that night.

The next day, after our parents went to work, I took a shower and was walking by Rashmi’s room back to my own. She was on the ground, doing yoga. She was following a yoga DVD on her TV. She was in a child’s pose, kneeling on the ground with her body Harryt all the way forward, her head almost touching the ground. I could see the outline of her hairless pussy through her yoga pants.

Next, she stood up, stretched towards the ceiling, then Harryt forward, placing her palms flat on the floor. Her face was now looking in my direction. She saw me, but didn’t say anything. I dropped my towel, exposing my rock hard cock. She held her pose, closing her eyes. She held that position for several minutes. Then I noticed a small wet spot forming on her pants, right over her pussy. I grinned.

I walked over behind her and pulled her pants down. She was trembling slightly. I squatted behind her and buried my face in her pussy. I didn’t want to take my time, and with some quick tongue work I had her coming in less than a minute. She was still Harryt over, panting heavily.

“Get down on the floor like you were before,” I said. She didn’t hesitate, and resumed the child’s pose. In this position, her ass was perfectly presented. I decided this would be the day we tried the one thing we hadn’t yet. There was a small jar of Vaseline on Rashmi’s dresser. I grabbed it and put it behind her on the floor without her noticing. I knelt behind her and put my cock at the entrance to her pussy. I pushed into her, and she sighed as I entered her completely. She reached her arms out in front of her and flattened herself out even more.

I went extremely slowly, pulling all the way out, and then pushing all the way back in. Her pussy was still extremely tight, and I loved the feeling of being buried inside her. As I slowly fucked her, I put a small amount of Vaseline on my finger, and placed it at the entrance to her ass. She moaned, no longer trying to stop me. I pushed my finger in, then pulled it out, putting a little more Vaseline on it. I repeated this a few times, and I don’t think she noticed. She was beginning her approach to orgasm, I could tell. I had the both the outside and inside of her ass well lubricated now, and I was ready to take the next step.

I pulled my cock out of her pussy and coated it with Vaseline. I quickly placed my head on her brown rosebud. She moaned, probably thinking it was my finger again. When I pushed forward, she realized what was going on. Before she could protest, the head of my cock had popped inside her ass.

“OOOWWWWWW!!!!” she yelled. “Fuck Harry, what are you doing?” she screamed. She tried to get away, but I had her hips firmly in my grasp.

“Just relax,” I told her. “It will hurt less if you relax.”

“Fuck you,” she yelled. “It’ll hurt less if you take your cock out of my ass.” Instead of taking it out, I pushed in a little more.

“AAHHHHHH” she screamed. “Harry, stop. STOP!! IT HURTS!!!” She was almost panicking, and it was getting hard to keep her under control. I decided to go for it, and pushed forward with one might thrust. Suddenly my cock was buried in her ass. She went nuts.

“AAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHH” she screamed again. I was suddenly worried about our neighbors, and if they could hear her. I held myself in her ass, hoping she would get accustomed to the feeling and relax a bit. After a minute she did seem to calm down. At least she stopped yelling.

“Harry,” she gasped. “Fuck Harry, that hurts so much. Please take it out. Please take your cock out of my ass.”

Hearing her say those words drove me crazy. I started to very slowly pull my cock out of her ass. She made a noise that sounded kind of like “UUGGGHHH”. When my cock was almost out, I pushed it all the way back in.

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!” she shouted. “NOOOOO, Harry, take it out. Please. Oh fuck that hurts. Take it out. Please, fuck my pussy, or I’ll blow you, just please take that thing out of my ass.” She was on the verge of tears. There was no way I could stop now.

I pulled out again, almost completely, then thrust back in. Rashmi continued to sob. She was quietly saying “It hurts, it hurts, it hurts” over and over again. I started fucking her ass with short, gentle strokes. Every time I would push into her, she would emit a loud grunt. After a few strokes, I knew I couldn’t hold back. I looked down and watched as my shaft slid into her tight ass. It looked like a baseball bat compared to her small asscheeks. I pulled out and pushed back in, amazed that her tiny ass was able to accommodate my cock. I buried myself completely and came, shooting what felt like a gallon of cum deep inside my sister’s bowels.

When I finally stopped coming, I slowly pulled my cock from her ass. She whimpered quietly. I watched as a small drop of cum appeared at her ass. I guess the tightness of her rectum kept the rest of it from gushing out.

I went into the bathroom and washed my cock with soap and water. Rashmi came in and sat on the toilet. She didn’t look at me and didn’t say anything. I heard her push my cum out of her ass, heard it splash into the water. I knew if I stayed, I’d get hard again, but I figured after that performance, Rashmi deserved a break.

I went out to do some errands, and when I got home, Rashmi was in the kitchen drinking a glass of juice. She was sitting at the kitchen table, and I noticed she was sitting on a cushion. I was suddenly worried that I had really hurt her.

“Are you okay?” I asked. She looked up at me with sad eyes.

“What do you think, you prick?” she said. “You just fucked my ass. It’s sore as hell.”

I didn’t say anything, and she looked away.

“Harry, we have to talk,” she said. I figured this day would eventually come. I figured she was going to tell our parents, or worse yet, the police. I kept quiet and waited for her to continue.

“I really hate you for what you’ve done to me,” she said. “I can’t begin to explain how wrong it is. And you know that, but you keep doing it. You keep fucking me whenever you want and however you want.” She took a sip of juice.

“I can’t go to mom and dad, because they’ll take away my trust fund as well as yours, and that’s something I’m not prepared to give up.”

“So, what are you saying?” I asked. I didn’t know what she was trying to say.

“I’m saying that even if I could go to mom and dad, I wouldn’t. I hate you for doing this, but I’m addicted to it. I get wet when you’re around, because all my body can think about if having you fuck me or go down on me. I masturbate constantly, and when I do, I think about your cock.”

This wasn’t what I expected. Was she giving me her approval?

“I’m not going to accept this as being right, but I can’t stop. This is what you’ve turned me into. A sister who can’t live without her brother’s cock. And I hate you for that.”

With that, she stood up and walked out of the kitchen. She was walking in a funny way. I smiled to myself.

*****

We continued our activities. Rashmi would now let me know if she was horny. On several occasions, I would find her on my bed, her ass in the air, fingering her pussy. I would get behind her and put my cock in her pussy, and we’d both come in seconds.

She told me she was on the pill, which explains why she didn’t worry about me coming inside her. At our most daring, she sucked my cock in the living room, swallowing my cum as our parents sat in the kitchen.

One day, I walked by her room and noticed her doing yoga again. Our parents were out, and she was doing it naked. She was in the child’s pose again, and her pussy and ass were staring at me.

I quickly stripped and came up behind her. The Vaseline was still on the dresser, and I grabbed it. I Harryt down and started licking her pussy. She groaned. I licked her clit and her pussy lips, then slowly moved my tongue up and licked her asshole. She jumped. I went back to licking her pussy, and started pushing a Vaseline covered finger into her ass. I repeated the preparation treatment, and if Rashmi noticed, she didn’t say anything. I stopped licking her and knelt behind her. I coated my cock with Vaseline and placed the head against her anus. I

I felt her tense, but she didn’t try to get away. I slowly pushed in, and the head suddenly popped in.

“Ow,” she said, but she didn’t tell me to stop. I kept going. I slowly pulled out and pushed back in, going a little deeper each time, until once again I had my whole cock deep in my sister’s ass. She whimpered.

“Are you okay?” I asked. She snorted.

“What to you think, genius?” she said. “I’m on my knees with my brother’s cock balls-deep in my ass. Does that sound okay to you?”

I got a little angry at her tone. “I meant does it hurt?” I asked.

“Maybe I’ll buy a dildo and shove it in your ass, so you can see how it feels,” she said. “Just hurry up and finish.”

I decided to oblige her, and began to fuck her ass with purpose. I pulled all the way out, then plunged all the way back in. Each time she would grunt, or utter a sharp “Fuck” or “Goddamn”.

I kept at it, fucking her ass with long, deep strokes. I thought I would come right away, but I found I had some staying power. I was really fucking her ass now, holding her by the hips. She was uttering strings of gibberish as I pumped her ass. Then, surprisingly, she slid one of her hands down between her legs. I knew she’d be fingering her clit, and sure enough I felt the familiar tremble start. She was going to come while I fucked her ass. The thought was enough to make me explode. As I started coming, so did she, and her orgasm caused her ass to contract on my cock, sending me into the throes of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had. Rashmi was spasming uncontrollably, and her cunt was spraying all over herself, me and the carpet. I stopped fucking her, but left my cock in her ass. I noticed that Rashmi was not stopping.

She was rubbing her clit with fury now, building to a second orgasm. I felt it coming, her ass muscles spasming. She started to shake uncontrollably, and then she was there again, her pussy spraying as thrashed around. My cock was still in her ass, and it was getting hard again. I started moving, slowly fucking in and out of her well-lubricated asshole.

“Oh fuck Harry,” she groaned. “Not again. I can’t take it.”

“Sure you can,” I said. I pushed all the way back in, and Rashmi grunted loudly.

“Fuck, that hurts,” she said. Her hand went back to her pussy. This time she shoved two fingers into herself. She started to moan quietly but continuously. I was still going slow, taking full, deep strokes. My cum was leaking out of her ass and onto her pussy.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” was all Rashmi could manage. Her body was starting to tremble. “Ohgodohgodohgod,” she continued, then simply started grunting. I was still fucking her ass in slow, steady strokes, but she was working on her pussy with a vengeance.

“Oh god, I’m coming,” she screamed. I wasn’t ready to come, so I held her hips tightly and kept going. She was screaming now, her pussy gushing and her muscles contracting on my cock. I couldn’t believe how hard she was coming. Then I noticed she wasn’t stopping. She kept screaming, and her ass muscles were going crazy. I kept fucking her ass, faster now as her incredible orgasm brought me closer to my own.

She kept coming, her screams subsiding a little bit, her hand now working on her clit. I was amazed. She had been having a steady orgasm for at least 30 seconds, and showed no signs of letting up. I felt a sudden familiar pressure in my balls.

“Fuck, Rashmi,” I said. “I’m going to cum again.” This pushed her even further over the edge, and her pussy gushed again as she screamed louder than I’ve ever heard. That was enough for me, and I pushed my cock all the way into her ass as I shot my second load. She collapsed on the floor, and I fell on top of her.

“My god, that was amazing,” I said. She didn’t answer. I pulled my cock out of her ass, bringing a river of cum with it. I looked at her. Her eyes were closed.

“Rashmi?” I gently shook her. She didn’t respond. I suddenly got worried. I went to the bathroom and soaked a washcloth with cold water. I went back to her bedroom and held the washcloth against her forehead. After a few minutes, she started to stir. She opened her eyes.

“What happened?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I think you may have passed out. You came pretty hard.”

“Jesus, that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” she said, and tried to sit up. I had to help her sit up, and then stand. As she stood, my cum ran out of her ass and down her legs. I felt my cock stir at the sight.

I helped her into her bed, and used the washcloth to wipe up some of the mess. By the time I got the covers on her, she was asleep. I lay down beside her, not meaning to sleep. I woke up sometime later to the sounds of our mother downstairs calling our names. I bolted out of the bed and ran to my room, closing the door as our mom climbed the stairs. It was a close call, but all I could think about was the next time I’d get to fuck my sister.