You pull Sam to you, and kiss her passionately. Despite herself, Sam is a little stiff at first, clearly not having much experience with men, but quickly warms to your kiss. The mouth that had hurled insults at you for most of your life now tastes so sweet to you as you and your sister share a decidedly unsiblinglike kiss.
The kiss ends, with a little reluctance on both your parts. Sam takes a step back, and slowly undoes the belt to her karate uniform. She has a seductive look on her face, although it tinged with an undercurrent of anxiety, which you aren't sure what to make of. It may because of what she is about to do with you, especially given that you are her brother, or perhaps she is worried about what you will think when you see her naked.
She takes off the top of her uniform, revealing her sports bra. The top goes into a hamper near the shower, and she immediately begins undoing the knot holding the bottom of her uniform around her waist. She pulls that down, stepping out of it with first one long, athletic leg, and then another, before the pants join the top in the hamper. Her white panties are far more feminine than the sports bra, but in both cases you are interested in what is behind them.
Sam pauses, and you wonder if she is rethinking her current situation. If this is the case though, she clearly decides in your favor, reaching up and pulling her sports bra up over her head, revealing perfect breasts, smaller than some men would like, but firm and in keeping with the rest of her toned body. She watches you closely at you admire her breasts, and seems satisfied with what she sees in your reaction. When she removes her panties, it is much more slowly, and a little more sensually, as she appears a little more confident. She has less pubic hair than you expected, although it does not appear trimmed at all, and it matches the color of her red hair perfectly.
She extends her arm over the hamper and lets her panties drop onto her other clothes, then turns towards the shower slowly, keeping her head turned towards you as long as possible. Opening the door, she steps inside.
Realizing that you are still fully clothed, you hurriedly work to remedy that situation, as Sam holds the shower door open for your, waiting. It takes you much less time to undress than your sister, but you see no need to draw it out.
You step into the shower with Sam, and you both step under the spray of water. "Too hot for you?" Sam asks, holding her hand out in front of her, letting the center of the water hit it.
"Yes, you are. But I still ended up with you anyway." It's incredibly corny, but it's what came to your mind immediately, and apparently Sam saw it as anything but insincere. She throws herself against you, almost knocking you back against the shower door before you catch yourself. Sam's mouth and body are against yours, her body already slick with warm water, rubbing against you in the most delightful ways. Your hands go around her, pulling her even closer to you, and then you carry her forward, back directly under the falling water.
You don't remember telling them to do so, but your hands are suddenly caressing her breasts, causing Sam to stop kissing you and pull back a little, as if to give you better access to them. She has small, rounded nipples that harden under your palms as you hands gently squeeze the surrounding flesh, and Sam involuntarily lets a moan escape her lips.
"You're beautiful, Sam. Every part of you." You put your hands on her waist, pulling her back to you for another kiss.
"This is all so sudden, so I... I am not using anything, and for tonight, I don't really care at the moment. I don't think one night can be all that dangerous, and maybe I'll regret not being on the pill or something when I'm not being swept off my feet... but for tonight at least, it's just the two of us, and nothing getting in the war of nature." Sam says.
It's not surprising that Sam isn't on some form of birth control, given her previous lack of a sex life. That she is throwing caution to the wind tonight is surprising, but entirely what you want. To be so risky is not like Sam, but tonight she seems to be giving into questionable choices, as evidenced by your current activity.
"We'll be fine, Sam," you say, leaning in to kiss her between the breasts. There is a small patch of freckles there, the same color as her lips and nipples. You wonder where else she has freckles, and vow you will map out every single freckle on her body in the coming days.
But not today, or not here and now at least. Foreplay started at least as far back as the fight, and perhaps in a way had been going on for years. For now, you just want yourself in your sister, and you know instinctively that's what she wants and needs at the moment as well.
The shower presents some logistical problems for the two of you, but the solution lies in the small bench currently pushed against one side of the little room. You grab it and put it behind you, and seat yourself on it, your long-aroused cock pointing up and away from you. Sam licks her lips tentatively, and moves in to stand over your legs and cock. She puts her hands on your shoulders for stability, then slowly starts lowering herself down towards you, stopping when your cock is just inches from her waiting pussy.
"I can't believe we're about to do this." Sam looks down at you, and you see nervousness in her eyes.
"It's not too late to change your mind." Which of course is the last thing you want her to do. But you still have to give her that option.
"This is so stupid and wrong on so many levels," Sam whispers, but reaches down below herself with one hand, tentatively grabbing your cock, and almost letting go when it jerks slightly at her touch. But she holds on to it, and lowers herself a little more, settling her cleft over the engorged head of your penis.
Your hands go to her hips, but only for support. You're letting Sam take control for the moment. It has to be her decision, and her action for now. She lets her body go down fractionally more, causing her to open up a little more, and you can feel the resistance of her hymen against you.
She pauses again, and it draws out, as Sam seems unwilling to commit to that next, big step, that will change things forever for her. Finally, biting her lip, she begins putting more of her weight on you, until you suddenly feel the resistance give, and she sinks down further onto you. Her fingernails on her other hand dig sharply into your shoulder, and she gives a little gasp.
"Are you okay, Sam?" Your sister has undoubtedly suffered much greater discomfort during her years of martial arts, but this is different, and more intimate.
"I've never been better, Max," she smiles, and slowly sinks down completely over your cock. She can't completely from you hide the pain she is feeling, but you know your sister never let a little pain get in the way of what she really wanted. She is tight around you, and you can feel her quivering a little as well. You fell guilty at feeling so much pleasure while she is in pain, but hopefully the balance will equalize soon.
The two of you kiss again, neither of you moving for a moment, letting her body adjust to your cock. When movement comes, it is from your sister, as she tentatively raises herself up an inch, and then slowly settles back down. You're conscious of blood mixed in the water that is swirling down the drain beneath you, the mark of the new bond stuck between you and Sam. Sam raises herself up again, higher this time, and then higher again the next time. As Sam starts to find a rhythm, you start helping her with your hands on her hips, supporting some of her weight.
Your sister's movements become more natural as the pain slowly leaves her body. Her pussy loses none of it's tightness, and if anything it becomes tighter as her muscles grip you eagerly, rather than trying to fight your presence.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, Max," she says softly, her voice husky. "It feels better than I thought it would. I can't believe I was so afraid of this day."
"No regrets then, sis?"
Your sister smiles down at you, slowly bobbing up and down on your cock. "Not so far. Ask me again in a few minutes, though." She kisses you again, a small moan escaping her mouth mid-kiss. The kiss ends when her movement makes holding it impractical, as he moves faster and faster on your cock. Your sister's height and long legs give her unique leverage for this position, as the balls of her feet touch the floor, and between that and her hands tightly gripping your biceps, she's in complete mastery of her motion at the moment.
You impressed yourself by not immediately blowing your load when your sister's pussy first enveloped your waiting erection, but now it's a real struggle to keep from finishing before your sister. You want to cum at the same time as her, because it seems like the right thing to do, although also because it will aid your little swimmers in the quest for her womb.
Sam suddenly wraps her legs around you, almost causing you to fall over with her on top of you from the sudden change of balance, and you wonder for a moment if the stool will break under the increased weight. Then you feel your sister's pussy contract around your cock as she begins to cum, and you no longer care. As her pussy grinds itself down around your cock tightly, her full weight against you, you retaliate by sending wave after wave of baby makers deep inside of her.
"Oh, fuck, Max," she moans loudly. "I'm cumming. Cum in me, Peewee!"
For once you don't mind Sam's use of the dreaded nickname, given the context. You continue to oblige your sister's request by spurting inside of her. While you can't directly see the level of your output, you figure it must be pretty impressive. You're beginning to like the odds of this knocking up your sister today, just based on sheer odds. If there is a ready in egg in there, at least one of your guys has to at least trip over it by accident.
The last orgasm washes over the two of you, and suddenly your sister seems small and frail in your arms, as if she were not as tall you anymore, or older. You hug her to you, knowing that things could change, now that her mind will be regaining control of her body. |