Michelle closed her eyes and moaned.
“I love your breasts. They’re so firm and perky. I especially love playing with your nipples. They’re so sensitive and you make the cutest noises when I tease them. Holding them at night as we cuddle is one of the highlights of my day.”
Her lips parted, and she panted softly.
I lay back down, spooning myself behind her once more and squeezing her tight. “And I love you for so much more than just your body. I love the way you trail your fingers across my shoulders when passing behind me in the kitchen or on the couch. I love the way you smile when you see me for the first time after like ten minutes apart. I love the time we spend together, talking about ... whatever. I love sharing every part of my day with you: playing games, doing our workouts, cooking dinner ... I love our little makeout session breaks when doing homework. And at the end of the day, I love being able to hold you in my arms the way we’re doing now. I...”
My voice trailed off as I came to a sudden realization. I let go of Michelle, rolled back the other way, and stared straight up at the ceiling in wonderment, muttering, “Holy shit.”
A few seconds later, I felt Michelle shift on the mattress as she rolled over to face me. “What’s wrong?”
I shook my head. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“You were on a roll.” She pouted. “I loved every second of that, started creaming my panties, and then all of a sudden you stopped and rolled away.”
Blinking slowly, I shook my head as if to clear it and muttered, “I just realized something.”
“What?”
I turned my face to hers, that wonderment still in her eyes. “I LOVE you, Chelle.”
She giggled. “I know. You’ve been saying the L-word quite a lot over the last few minutes.”
“No, you don’t understand.” I shook my head. “I’m IN love with you. I mean, I’ve always loved you like a big brother. Even after things started getting ... physical ... between us, I just saw that as an extension of our sibling bond. It’s the way I feel about Lex. But ... over the last week ... holy shit.”
“Wait, you’re ‘in love’ with me?”
“I didn’t realize it until just now. I’m in love with my little sister.”
Propping herself up on one elbow, Michelle smiled down at me. “Well then that makes two of us. I’ve always been in love with my big brother.”
I blinked twice. “Yeah ... Lex told me that downstairs a few minutes ago.”
Michelle’s eyes popped open WIDE. “Wait, what? Lex KNOWS?!?”
I shrugged. “She heard you stomp into your room and slam the door, so she went downstairs to ask what I’d done to piss you off. We got to talking, she put two and two together, and figured out you were in love with me.”
Michelle whimpered. “You’re not mad, are you? Little sisters aren’t supposed to be in love with their big brothers.”
“Mad? I’m in love with YOU!” I grabbed my sister’s head and kissed her sweetly.
The kiss did more to calm her down than any words I could have said to reassure her. I willed her to feel it through my lips as I poured my soul through that kiss, and from the way she flowed right into me I think she did.
We kissed and we kissed and we kissed some more. I rolled her over so that I was on top, my left hip on the mattress but our legs intertwined while my chest pressed down on hers. This was a familiar position from our many makeout sessions, and I welcomed the sense of unhurried peace I felt sharing this expression of love with my little sister. Whenever I kissed Alex this way, within two minutes she would start tugging at my shorts or pulling up my shirt, desperate to get to the fucking part. But for a week now Michelle and I had never progressed beyond this, and despite Alex’s insistence that I needed to come up here and fuck my little sister, I felt no urge to push things any further than they’d already gone.
So it was a bit of a surprise when I felt Michelle tugging at the hem of my shirt. But really, it was just my shirt, so I let her tug it up to my armpits and then I helped by ripping it over my head. My little sister cooed as she broke the kiss long enough to rub my pectoral muscles and tickle my abs. She also reached into the back of my shorts once we’d started kissing again, fondling my hard buttcheeks and squeezing them while moaning into my mouth how much she loved my ass.
“I love your ass, too,” I replied breathlessly. “I didn’t say that before, during my little speech. But you have an AMAZING ass, Chelle.”
She grinned and promptly rolled us over so that she was on top, her pussy right on top of the iron bar in my shorts. She ground herself down on it, masturbating herself on my bulge. And at the same time, I slid my hands into the back of HER shorts, fondling and squeezing her buttcheeks the same way she’d been doing to me a minute before.
Next, Michelle sat up, crossed her arms and then ripped her own shirt over her head. A second later, she reached back to unsnap her bra, and my mouth dropped open wide as she bared those beautiful boobies to my gaze. And with a groan she bent over once more, feeding a swollen nipple to my lips moaning, “Suck my nipples. Please?”
As if she had to beg. I latched onto that puppy like a starving infant and suckled like there was no tomorrow. I feasted on her right breast while my free hand fondled its twin. A minute later, I switched boobs. And a minute after that, I buried my face between both and sandwiched them around my cheeks.
Michelle laughed and giggled and eventually shifted herself backward so that we could resume kissing. It was my turn to roll us over so that I was on top, dry humping her crotch and pressing my erection against the junction of her thighs to feel the exquisite pressure. My little sister looked up at me with an intense gaze beneath her half-lidded eyes. She panted breathlessly, ran her hands across my pecs, shoulders, and upper arms. And after taking a deep breath, she intoned quietly, “Take your shorts off.”
I blinked in surprise but didn’t move. Not waiting for me to act, Michelle reached down to my waistband and started tugging down on it. I realized she was serious, so I got up to my knees and dropped trou. My banana-bent erection bobbed in the air, making Michelle gasp as she saw it up close and personal for the first time in clear lighting.
“It’s ... beautiful...” she whispered in awe.
I grinned, feeling proud. “Thanks.”
“I want it in me...” she intoned in the same breathless voice. “For real this time. I mean it.”
“Uhhh ... what?” I froze in place, shocked for a moment. When she’d asked me to take off my shorts, I thought that finally, finally she was going to give me a blowjob again. Memory of that one time Sunday night when she’d sucked me off beneath my covers had haunted me all week. I kept waiting (hoping?) for her to ask Alex to give her BJ lessons with my dick as the hands-on practice dummy. It never even occurred to me that Michelle would want to actually initiate sex, not yet. Not before giving me another blowjob at least. Don’t you have to go through third base before you get to home plate?
“Please be gentle,” she pleaded in a nervous voice. “Nothing like what you did to Lex that one time.”
I blinked a couple of times and frowned. “Is THAT why you’ve been waiting? Did Lex and I freak you out with the wild and crazy sex?”
“Not the reason, no. But you two did freak me out a little bit, yeah. That shit was INTENSE. But I’ve seen you be tender with her, too. I want it like that.”
“Of course.”
Giving me a nervous smile, Michelle raised her knees to her chest to roll her hips into the air, all the better to remove her own shorts and panties. Seconds later, she tossed them over the side of the bed and lay before me utterly and completely naked. As beautiful as she was clothed, Michelle was outright gorgeous nude. Her skin was perfect, with a little glow of shy arousal and perhaps a rose-tinted blush from being exposed in front of me for the first time. Her pussy was shaved bare. Her vaginal lips were pressed tightly together even though she had spread her thighs to the sides, unlike the way Alex’s pussy always seemed to be wide open and inviting.