Michelle sighed again and shook her head. “You’re right, you’re right. It’s just ... I grew up with Disney princess movies and started planning my wedding when I was twelve. Every time I imagined what it would be like to walk down the aisle, I imagined YOU were the man waiting for me at the end.”
“Chelle...” I intoned.
“I know, I know. It can’t ever actually happen that way. In my head, I always told myself that, but ... a girl has her dreams. This whole week has been a dream. And last night...” Her voice trailed off as she stared into space, that look of wonderment back.
I quickly went to hold her again, hugging her from behind while she cooed happily and wrapped her forearms on top of mine. “The dream’s not over. I’m still right here.”
She nodded and sagged against me. “I love you, big brother.”
“I love you too, Chelle.”
She took a deep breath, exhaled, and seemed to finally relax. I held her just like that for a long while, but eventually she twisted in my embrace, and I let her go so she could turn around to face me.
“Look,” she began, “I know I’m being selfish and unreasonable right now. My hormones are going crazy, my brain is filled with serotonin from the high of FINALLY losing my virginity to the man I’ve been in love with since I first realized what love is. And at the very first sign that I wasn’t going to get my Disney princess happily ever after, I cracked. I’m sorry about that.”
“You don’t have to apologize.”
“I do. I need you to know I’m not going to turn crazy stalker on you for the rest of our lives. I’m not going to hide in the back seat of your car the next time you go on a date or anything similarly insane to spy on you. I’m not ACTUALLY a delusional little girl.”
“I dunno. The fact that you even thought about the mechanics of how to spy on me during my next date is pretty ‘crazy stalker’.”
“I’m crazy about YOU, and I have a vivid imagination, which is why I’ve been able to hold onto my cherry all this time. But I realize polite society won’t let me marry my brother. I realize that someday YOU may end up falling in love with some other girl who isn’t me, get married to whoever that bitch is, have kids with the whore, and I’ll have to swallow my hatred of the slut for the rest of my life.”
I blinked and held her at arm’s length, alarmed at her language. “Chelle!”
“I may not LIKE it, but I’ll do it. For YOUR happiness.”
Her words reassured me, but the way her nostrils still flared worried me a little. I raised both eyebrows, measuring her.
Taking a deep breath, Michelle exhaled slowly, and as she did so a lot of her visible anger bled away. “Look, I reserve the right to be in love with you for the rest of my life, alright? Maybe I’m being a love-struck teenager. Maybe I’ll outgrow my infatuation with you as time goes on. But right now this is how I feel. And not even you can tell me I’m not allowed to have those feelings.”
I nodded slowly. “Fair enough.”
“I just got you, alright?” Her eyes were a little moist. “I didn’t think that only a day after we finally made love that I’d have to contemplate losing you already. I thought we could at least float off on a cloud of honeymoon bliss for a while until my period came.”
“Would’ve been nice,” I agreed.
I squeezed her tightly. Everything had snowballed so fast. One minute I was minding my own business, playing video games, and jerking off to internet porn. The next thing I knew, my big sister had my dick in her throat, my little sister watched me fucking the shit out of my big sister, and then said little sister was giving me her fucking virginity. Everything had been fun and games and playful ... But pesky emotions had gotten involved and all of a sudden things were very, very REAL.
Taking a deep breath, I gave her a serious look and said, “I’m sorry my thoughtless words caused you this much anguish.”
Michelle shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m the one who overreacted.”
I agreed that she’d overreacted, but I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut. Michelle hugged me tightly, took a deep breath, and then looked up at me, a clear invitation for a kiss on her face.
I happily gave it to her, my shoulders finally relaxing as it seemed that the immediate danger had passed.
At first, it was a sweet kiss, but neither of us wanted to let go, and our tongues came out the play. Michelle’s hands wandered down and slipped into the back of my shorts so she could palm my ass. Turnabout was fair play, so thirty seconds later my hands palmed her bare buttcheeks as well.
A minute later, Michelle started walking me backward until the back of my legs hit the mattress. She broke the kiss then, kneeling before me and pulling my shorts down with her. I moaned as she took my rapidly-hardening cock into her mouth and let my hands settle on top of her head. Five minutes after that, she was flat across the mattress with those long, lithe legs I loved so much crossed at the ankles behind my lower back.
Neither of us had cum just yet when the banging at my bedroom door started. We were getting pretty close though, which is why we were making so much noise. We both tried to ignore the banging and just kept going, Michelle screaming her pretty little head off. That’s when Alex stopped banging and instead just started yelling, “This isn’t very polite of you two! You left me naked, horny, and all alone! You realize I still have a fucking butt plug in my ass?!?”
I couldn’t help laughing, and stopped my urgent thrusting into Michelle’s tight pussy. She was laughing as well, and smirked up at me, saying, “Let her in.”
I arched an eyebrow. “You serious?”
My little sister nodded.
With a shrug, I called out, “Door’s unlocked!” And then I focused on thrusting again.
It took ten seconds for Alex to realize I was serious and actually open the door. I heard it open but didn’t turn to look. All my attention was on the beautiful young woman beneath me. I ground my pelvis against her clit and carved my cock along her inner walls. And after another minute or two, I was rewarded as she clutched my shoulders tight and squealed in orgasmic bliss.
My turn.
Once Michelle came down from her climax, I hooked my arms beneath the backs of her knees and leaned forward, the motion spreading her legs obscenely wide. I hammered her poor pussy then, taking massively big, long lunges to ensure she felt every last millimeter of my throbbingly hard shaft plunging in and out of her like an oil derrick. My teenage vixen lover tossed her head side to side as she screamed in ecstasy, and she came for a second time even though I wasn’t focused on getting her off.
As the pleasure built inside me, I ramped up my thrusting even further. In my mind’s eye, I could see the needle of a speedometer climbing higher and higher and higher. I was pushing myself to my limits, using every ounce of energy I could muster from the six-pack abs my sisters loved so much, straining to max out as if I could only hit the magic number, I would finally explode (in a good way).
Michelle sensed my impending eruption, grabbed her own calves and pulled herself even further back. I knew from both workout routines and occasional yoga that she was really, really flexible, and she literally folded herself in half beneath me, trapping her knees almost alongside her own ears. And that’s when she said something I was never expecting.
“Cum inside me,” she husked, eyes aflame.
“You serious?” I asked, panting for air. I didn’t slow down my thrusting though.
“Cum inside me. Flood my womb with your sperm. The odds are astronomical right? Probably the same odds of society letting me marry you and start a family. So just cum inside me, please? Whatever happens, happens. It’s impossible, of course. But maybe, just maybe ... If the gods of destiny are on my side, we could have a miracle. If not, then that’s what’s meant to be. Don’t think about it anymore. I’ll get on the pill after this and take them religiously. I’ll never give you cause to worry ever again. But today? Right now? Let me have this one shot, please? Cum in me, big brother. Cummm ... Innnn ... MEEEEEE!!!!”