by Cyan
Copyright 2003 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.
I watched the concern grow on her face. And with it, I immediately realized she was reading me like a book. "How'd it go?" she asked.
"Great," I said, but even I could hear the lying in my tone of voice. And so I found myself telling Cassie about my date with Angela.
Or rather what happened at the end, at Angela's house. I remember Angela's eyes when we'd gone back there after the movie: the sense of fun I'd seen in them. She was obviously feeling frisky and I certainly had no complaints about that. "Let's get naked," she'd said, just like that!
I found it hard to believe I was relating this all to my sister, especially what came next. But while I wasn't used to reporting my sexual escapades to Cassie, we'd always been close, and amazingly non-combative for siblings, and something made me comfortable enough to go on.
We'd been undressed in no time. I still remember the sight of Angela: god she has a body. Grinning at me, running her hands down her torso, and her wicked glance down my body, then back up to my eyes. I was ready to pounce on her and it was obvious that she was ready to squeal and laugh. She raised her hand in front of her face and motioned to me with her finger to come closer. When we were almost together, she had settled me down with a calmer smile and I found myself kissing her gently. "Come," she'd said after a moment, and taking my hand, led me toward the bedroom.
I'd found myself lying on the bed, but she still stood and opened her dresser drawer. The next thing I knew, I was looking at a strap-on dildo: she was holding it up to show me. "Oh, my, what is that?" I said and I don't know why. I was just trying to say something light.
"Want to try it?"
"You certainly have wild ideas today," I said. Wild ideas, I liked, but this particular one was giving me doubts. She laughed and I saw immediately that she had my reaction sized up perfectly.
"You like me wild?" she asked, with mock coyness. And she talked me into it. I don't know quite how: she didn't actually talk much more, but proceeded to get ready and in moments it was clear it was going to happen. And I found myself leaning forward over the bed, Angela kneeling behind me.
"You do like this," she said. She'd been careful and slow and had lubricated everything to an amazing extent. It didn't feel bad and I'd more or less decided that I could handle it.
I think I'd answered "It's OK," but I certainly didn't offer her any more encouragement.
"Let's see," she said and reached around me to my cock. It was indeed hard and I briefly wondered about myself: obviously it was from discovering this erotic side of Angela. When she said "mmm" upon verifying my state, I could hear the smile in her voice. And I felt a tinge of fear that she'd interpret all this to broadly. "You definitely like it," she added.
"It's OK," I'd repeated. I certainly didn't want to claim any more.
"You love it and you know it: it's got you hard as a rock," she said and I realized I'd failed at any attempt to quell her enthusiasm. And her fingers stayed on my cock, making pretty certain my state was going to remain. She still took me in long, slow strokes. "You love being fucked in the ass," she said and I still remember the shock of hearing sweet little Angela accenting those two unexpected words. "My boyfriend's going to love it with you," she added.
For a moment nothing was said and I felt stunned by the words I'd just heard. But her fingers still caressed and the strap-on still took me. "What?" I said, feeling confused.
She laughed briefly. "Oh, you'll love him: he's very gentle and won't hurt you. He'll love another girlfriend and he'll let you and me play. You'll be worshiping him in no time."
"Angela!" I'd gasped. And felt her fingers more insistent on my cock and realized I wasn't quite in control of myself at that moment.
She'd giggled again. "You love this and you know it. This is your life. You want me, don't you? Don't you, girl?" She'd been picking up the pace, both with her fingers and the strap-on and I was beyond answering. I'd felt myself getting faint and losing all control and that was it. "I'll call you 'girl'," she'd said, grinning, as I'd hurried out once I'd sufficiently recovered to go.
"Good god," said Cassie, when I'd finished my story. She looked thoughtful and then said: "You aren't sorry you told me this, are you?"
And somehow by virtue of her having asked that, I was more certain it'd been all right to tell her. Who else could I have shared this with? Cassie grinned and put her hand out and rested it on my neck and shoulder. "My poor brother," she said. "Not appreciated," she added as if an afterthought. "Are you feeling weird about this?"
You can imagine how I was feeling! "Kinda," was all I managed to say.
"Well, Angela should appreciate what she had. Treat you better than that."
"Thanks, Sis."
Cassie didn't say anything right away and all I remember is her hand on my shoulder: it moved slightly, almost caressing. "I appreciate you," she said. I smiled, thinking I had at least one loyal supporter through thick and thin. "No, I really appreciate you," she added, slightly confusing me. Then she took her hand off my shoulder and taking my wrists, put my hands on her breasts. Her nipples were hard.
"Cassie..." I started. I was amazed she'd done this and my mind was spinning with ideas of the confidence she was trying to rebuild in me.
"No," she said after I'd failed to find the words to go on. "It's the truth," she said: "I'm not just saying it." And in one slow yet short motion, she had pulled off her top! She wore no bra and I found myself staring at her chest.
My own sister! "See," she said, leaning toward me so our faces almost touched and she placed my fingers on her bare nipple, once again showing me how hard it was. Then she undid the snap on her jeans and in another instant was slipping my hand inside the front! "See," she said while I felt the wetness. "Just relax," she said while she slowly unbuttoned my shirt while I sat there, stunned. Soon my shirt and pants were open and her hand was around my cock, which wasn't soft. "This is right," she whispered in my ear as if that could make it right. Her hand didn't leave my cock and then her lips were on mine.
Cassie, Cassie. Sure I'd had a thought or two: I'm sure any guy would. But I wouldn't have believed I could cave in so easily and certainly wouldn't have thought Cassie would ever take the lead like this and show me my weakness. After a minute with our lips simply touching, and her hand simply holding my cock, she stood and took my hand, and I found myself following her into the bedroom. Once there, she finished undressing me, making me feel nearly like a little boy, and in another second had slipped off her jeans and underpants. "Get on the bed," she said quietly and I found myself obeying. When I'd turned again to see her, she stood with her dresser drawer open. She held a strap-on.
* * *
"I see what she means," said Cassie, her hand encircling my cock as she reached around my hip. She'd been as gentle as Angela and I was still wondering how this had come about. Cassie's hand started gently stroking my cock as she continued to take me with long, slow strokes. "You do like it, don't you?"
I didn't know what to say: I was completely stymied. Why was I letting this happen? Cassie, my own sister. She laughed a little and I just knew she was sensing my confusion. "Nathan'll like this," she said, "the way you are so cooperative."
Nathan? Suddenly I needed to speak, but once again, I was too far gone: Cassie was bringing out the worst in me. She laughed again and then said: "Oh, he'll love it with you. He'll be nice to us: he'll let us sleep together when he doesn't need us. I can't wait to hold you in my arms, to kiss you and to make you come in my mouth. I want to hold you after you've softened, to fall asleep with your soft penis in my mouth so I can wake if you harden and help you. I want you inside me. He won't mind when he's not around. Oh, you'll like him, he's really gentle. You'll love getting it like this and you'll love sucking him. And with me and Angela too, you won't have to do it too much. With me and Angela too, it'll only be part of the time you'll be serving him: he'll have us two other girlfriends.
"You'll meet him, won't you? Please? If you do, he'll let us use Angela, I know. God, I want to make her lick me; you can do this to her at the same time, it'll be so much fun, she's such a hot little thing, we can show her what's what..."
Cyan Stories
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