Guest Story by Tilly

Liberty

Tom couldn’t quite believe it. Surely not. He tried again.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. I thought you said you were Lisa’s friend Liberty."

She smiled a devastating half grin at him. "Silly! Tom, it’s me, Libby! I’ve not changed that much!"

She had. The leggy brunette wearing jeans and a heart-stoppingly tight t-shirt standing on the doorstep was not the geeky awkward girl who used to hang around with his little sister, but there was no mistaking that English accent.

"Wow. I mean…hang on." Tom stepped back, closed the door on her and bellowed "LISAAA!!".

"Is she here? She’s here isn’t she! Cooool!" Lisa squealed as she shot down the stairs. "You didn’t leave her out there? You’re such a dork," she said as she ran past him and threw open the door. Both girls screamed in unison. Tom stood there and gaped as he watched these two nubile sixteen year olds locked in hug after full-bodied hug. He was expecting a friend of Lisa’s to turn up for the end of the summer, not this gorgeous young woman. His hand automatically dropped to his crotch, but then he realised the blonde bombshell with her was his sister. When did that happen? he wondered. Tom shuddered and left them to it.

That night, Tom turned over again in his childhood bed, trying to get comfortable and ignore the squeals and giggles coming from his sister’s room. A glance at the clock told him it was past 1am. Enough was enough. He kicked back the covers and walked as far as the door in nothing but his boxers when he heard the sound of Liberty’s voice. His cock twitched. "Lisa’s geeky friend...Lisa’s geeky friend" was his mantra as he grabbed his jeans, pulled them on and strode down the hall.

He didn’t bother knocking and both girls jumped as he opened the door. They were sat cross-legged on Lisa’s bed, both wearing what he recognised as his old t-shirts. Two pairs of impossibly long, slender, lightly toned and tanned legs swung to the floor. Tom almost forgot why he was standing there as he got an eyeful of white cotton panties.

Lisa reminded him. "Last I checked this was MY room, you pervy dickhead. Get out!"

"If you kept the noise down I wouldn’t be in here. You’ve got weeks to catch up – do you have to do it right now?" Tom flicked off the bright overhead light and turned on Lisa’s bedside lamp. A low soft glow lit the room. "That’s better. If it’s not so bright you might not be so loud. Look Lise, you know you’ve got it so easy with me baby-sitting – " The look of offence on her face was priceless, but rather than engage in full warfare with his sister Tom opted for retreat, " – I mean house-sitting while Mom and Dad are away."

"Yeah right. You only offered because your apartment stinks," she retorted. Tom wondered how on earth he could have thought this little toe-rag had actually grown up.

"Hey, do I say that about your room? I’ve got to go to work tomorrow and you two need your beauty sleep. Now get to bed!"

Lisa scowled at him, but didn’t reply as the two girls scrambled under the covers of her double bed. Tom crossed his arms over his bare chest and looked at them. "Isn’t Liberty in the spare room while she’s staying here?"

Liberty sat up fast. "Oh, please, can’t I stay in Lisa’s room for a couple of nights? It’s so nice to be back and we’re having such a lovely time, Tom. Please?" He looked at her and had to look away again. This girl was growing into a serious heart-breaker.

"Fine with me. Just no noise. Deal?" Both girls shuffled in the bed and nodded their heads.

Back in his own room, Tom shut the door, leaned against it and let out a long breath. Somehow this sister-sitting was turning out to be harder than he thought. Much harder.

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"Oh – my – God. When did Tom get so cute?" Liberty whispered to Lisa. The girls had rolled to face each other and quietly carried on their conversation when Tom left the room. "I don’t remember him having muscles like that!"

"Euuugh, Libby, no way! That’s my brother!" Lisa hissed back. "Since he moved out he thinks he’s such the big man. He’s more unbearable than ever!"

Liberty and Lisa had been friends since they met on a school exchange program when they were ten. Since then, they’d spent weeks every summer alternating visits, and for the last two summers, Lisa had gone to Liberty’s family in London. She knew Lisa well enough to know she was exaggerating - she adored her older brother.

"He is handsome though." Liberty sighed. "So gorgeous."

"Are you serious? He’s twenty-five next birthday. That’s so old. Way too old for you. Anyway - what about all your hot English boyfriends? I wish you’d brought one with you for me!"

Liberty rolled her eyes. "Bumbling, fumbling morons. That’s what they are. You know I told you I was seeing William for a couple of months? As soon as he heard I was coming out here, he started asking me to, you know, do it, as a going away present for him. When I told him I didn’t think I was ready, he dumped me! No bad thing really. He’d shown me his cock and it was really skinny."

They collapsed in fits of giggles.

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For the first week, Tom had made a point of looking after the girls really well, and he and Lisa were getting on better than ever. Their age gap had always been a bit of a issue for him – he never wanted his baby sister and her friends hanging around with him as he was growing up – but as they got older they had more in common, and he enjoyed her company. And Liberty’s company. Especially Liberty’s company.

He’d managed to convince himself that she was still Lisa’s geeky friend, until last night. He’d invited a couple of friends over to watch a movie and have a beer. They drank the beer and watched Liberty watch the movie. As they left, he overheard them discussing how hot Lisa and her friend had got, and was seriously pissed off. Because it was his sister. And her friend. And it was true.

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It was Saturday morning. Lisa was at her weekend job at her favourite clothes store in the mall. She spent so much money in there, their Mom had decided that it was about time Lisa started earning some of it back. Tom was starting the weekend the way he intended for it to continue, laid out full length on the sofa in front of dire Saturday morning TV, fingering a condom in his pocket (left over from the last time he wore these shorts to a particularly memorable pool party) and contemplating his first wank of the day.

Suddenly, he heard Liberty’s voice coming from the study, getting louder and louder. He heard her slam down the phone and she stormed in. Tom was instantly very aware that he wearing just a pair of shorts and got up to go and put on more clothes. "Er, hi Liberty. I thought you’d gone with Lisa this morning...are you OK?" She looked like she wanted to cry. Tom suddenly felt very protective of her. "Come on. What about a cup a tea?" She gave a small smile at his awful attempt at an English accent, but it just made her look sadder. Tom led the way into the kitchen. She perched on a stool at the breakfast bar as Tom boiled the kettle and rummaged in the cupboard "I know Mom’s got tea bags in here somewhere – they might be a bit old though."

"I didn’t mean to make a fuss." Liberty said quietly.

Tom’s heart ached for her, but he made himself carry on with the tea. "Do you want to talk about it? I might be Lisa’s horrible brother, but maybe I can help."

Liberty smiled properly. "You’re not horrible. You’re the loveliest man I know. It’s nothing, really. I just..." Her perfectly rounded chest hitched and Tom passed her a tissue. "My boyfriend’s dumped me."

Tom put a steaming cup of tea with sugar in front of her, and leaned on the other side of the bar with his coffee. "Lisa mentioned this the other day. I thought that happened before you left."

"Yes, well, we kind of made up."

"Isn’t that a good thing?"

"No." She took a deep breath and squinted her eyes shut. Her words came out in a rush. "He only made up with me because I said I’d do it with him when I got back but I just found out that he’s been going out with Chloe Morgan." The contempt with which she said the other girl’s name told Tom a lot.

"Not a nice girl, then."

"You could say that. She’s ghastly. All the boys like her but only because she lets them touch her and...you know...her."

"Fuck." The word slipped out before Tom could stop it.

Liberty blushed but didn’t stop. "She lets them touch her and fuck her. She’s been doing it since she was fourteen." Her chest hitched again. "I really thought William liked me. He’s such a fucker." The tears started to flow. Tom came round the table, stood her up, took her in his arms and held her tight to his chest. Her arms wound around him and held him just as tightly. He lowered his head and murmured soothing sounds into her hair. Eventually she calmed down, but didn’t let him go. Tom gradually became more and more aware of her hot body pressed to his, the feel of her soft breasts through her t-shirt against his bare chest. His cock had started to harden when Liberty pushed herself against it. Tom didn't dare let go of her now – he had no way of hiding the erection she’d given him, and he had a feeling she’d already noticed it.

She slowly lifted her head and wiped at the teary wetness she’d left on his chest. "I’m sorry, Tom. You must think I’m such an idiot."

"No way. He’s the idiot. He is unbelievably stupid to have thrown away the chance of being with you. He’s welcome to that Chloe Morgan. I’m sure they deserve each other."

Liberty looked up into his blue eyes. His hand cupped her face and he stroked her wet cheek with his thumb. "Do you want to fuck me Tom?" His cock lurched. The images that flashed in his mind as she said "fuck" so innocently, yet again, almost made him come in his shorts.

She held her breath. Please say yes and do me right here, she thought. When he croaked "No", she nearly started to cry again, but Tom lifted her face and kissed her. Her first proper grown-up kiss. Those wet kisses she’d had from other boys were nothing compared to this. His mouth and lips were so gentle, teasing almost. Making her want more. She opened her mouth slightly and her tongue flicked out and met his. She had never known just kissing to feel so erotic.

Eventually, Tom pulled back slightly. "I don’t want to fuck you Liberty, I want to make love to you. So badly. I’ve wanted you from the moment I opened the front door and saw you standing there. But only if you are very sure you want to. I mean, don’t you want to wait until you met someone you really, really like?" Tom could have kicked himself. Give the girl an out, why don’t you. He grimaced inwardly, waiting for the reply.

"I’ve already met someone I really, really like. You, Tom. I want my first time to be with someone I trust, who makes me feel good." She smiled. "So, I take it you want the job?"

"Oh, yes," Tom breathed. He picked her up and carried her light frame easily up the stairs. Once in her room, Tom stood her on the floor, turned and closed the door. He didn’t turn back around immediately. He wanted her so badly but had to be sure. "You know, we can..." he started, but stopped as he felt her cool slender finders on his shoulder, turning him to face her.

"Will you please shut up?" She kissed him, hard and passionately, leaving no doubt in either of their minds that this was more than desire, it was necessary. Her fingers and hands explored his naked chest, running her fingertips gently around his hardening nipples, down over the muscles of his stomach and she slipped a finger inside the waistband of his shorts. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the feeling of her lips on his, her fingers on his skin, slowly pushing the only piece of clothing he was wearing own over his hips. With a little help from him, his shorts were soon on the floor around his ankles. Liberty moved back slightly as Tom kicked them away. "Oh my." Tom’s cock had lost none of its hardness since they kissed downstairs. "That’s too big for me," Liberty said, but her eyes never left it and she didn’t move away.

"Don’t worry baby. We’ll go slow and I’ll be gentle." Tom ran his hands down her t-shirt, found the bottom and lifted it up over her head. The sight of her young high breasts encased in a tight little bra was divine. She took his hand and placed it over one soft breast. He felt the nipple harden instantly under his touch. He was desperate to take it in his mouth, but forced himself to wait. Instead, his fingers found the clasp and zip of her little white skirt. It dropped straight to the floor. She was a vision in white and pink gingham check underwear and, was that a thong? Oh boy.

Tom could feel his resolve slipping away as she came into his arms. Quickly, her bra joined the negligible pile of clothes on the floor. He ran his hands down the side of her warm body. As they passed her panties he continued stroking down, taking her underwear with him. He knelt in front of her and slowly pulled her little panties down her thighs all the way to the floor where she stepped out of them. Tom kissed her belly button and down her stomach to the fine soft covering of hair. He kissed further down, dipped his head and his tongue licked her warm velvety crevice. She was already so wet and the taste of her was pure arousal. As he dragged his tongue over her aching little clit she let out a moan and put her hands on his head to steady herself. Tom held her hips and delved deeper.

Liberty closed her eyes. "I...had...no...idea. Mmm. You’re making me feel so good all over, but...it kind of…aches? Oh, oh yes."

Tom knew she was close. He replaced his tongue with his fingers and stood up. Her hard, slippery little clit was so easy to find. Her eyes were still closed as he kissed her again, swept her up off her feet and laid her on the bed. Kneeling between her open legs he kissed and licked her nipples hard. Tom could wait no longer. He moved up over her until the head of his cock nudged at the wet pussy and he was looking straight down into her eyes. She spread her legs wider and pushed her hips up against him. Tom could feel his cock head getting coated in her eager juices and he longed to just work the head of his leaking cock into her. But, he’d promised to do this gently and carefully and he intended to do just that. He leaned over, hooked his shorts from the floor and retrieved the condom from his pocket. Liberty watched as he slid the sheath over his erect and engorged cock. Taking his weight on an arm, he took his cock in his hand and brushed the head over the lips of her pussy again. He found her hot welcoming channel and began to rock his hips. As the first inch entered her, Liberty let out a sharp breath; her eyes closed tight in concentration. The feeling of him filling her was unlike any she’s experienced before. She’d loved it when she discovered the joys of her fingers inside her and had developed a meaningful relationship with the handle of her hairbrush, but this was incredible. She couldn’t even think. She just wanted more of him in her. She opened her eyes and looked up at the gorgeous man over her. He was looking back at her, panting slightly – not through exertion, but because her pussy was the tightest he’d ever had.

He kept up the slow pressure and slid more and more of his cock in and out of her. He went deeper with each thrust and she tightened her grip on his shoulders. She could tell he was holding back but knew what she wanted. She wrapped her long tanned legs around his back and pulling him toward her. His thick cock stretched her virgin walls but it gave her more pleasure than pain. As her young body grew more accommodating, she felt a tightness and a tension beginning to build.

Striving hard not to come already, Tom started to pump his cock into her more than willing pussy. Liberty brought her hips up to meet his and very soon he could feel his throbbing balls slapping against her. It was no use, he was going to come. He pounded his cock into her now, all thought abandoned. His increased urgency and the rhythmic pressure of him against her exposed and spread clit was going to make her come. Right now. Her groan of pleasure and the force of her muscles clamping down on his cock was more than he could bear. He was deep inside her as he came, her body hard and tense with passion, locked against his.

With a last look at her trembling body, he pulled the covers over them, pulled her in close to him, and they fell asleep.

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"When are you coming back?" Tom tried to keep his voice casual but a note of longing slipped in.

"I spoke to Lisa earlier and she’s really keen to come here next summer."

"Thought as much. I can’t believe she doesn’t know."

"Girls don’t gossip about everything you know. There were a couple of close calls though!" Tom could hear the smile in her voice down the phone.

"God you’re beautiful."

"Oh hush up. You can’t see me, silly."

"You even sound beautiful." He could imagine her blushing.

"This long distance relationship thing really sucks. I miss you Tom."

"That was kind of why I was calling. Something’s come up at work and I’m being relocated."

"Oh no – where are they sending you? How long are you going for?"

"It’s a two year contract in a small office…in London."

Libby squealed down the phone. "Really?! You’re not joking are you? Please don’t joke."

"No joke. I start next month. But only if it’s okay with you."

"Tom, I was going mad trying to work out when I was going to see you again."

"You know, this means we’ll have to go public. How do you think your parents will be? I mean I am nine years older than you."

"You’ve known them for years. They love you almost as much as I do. I’ll talk to them. Ah…"

"What? What’s wrong?"

"Nothing…I was just thinking…who gets to tell Lisa?"

Tom winced. "She’s your friend, you can do it."

"Coward – she’s your sister!"

"I’m in so much trouble." He groaned.

"Aren’t I worth it?"

Tom’s cock twitched. "I’ll see you in a month, gorgeous."




THE END

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