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Subject: {ASSM} "Another Sunday Night" by Christian Alan (Mf, inc)
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Another Sunday Night


It has been a hot and boring day, made worse by the fact that I'm
feeling so restless. I try to write, but I can't concentrate and
nothing flows. I end up killing time by rummaging through boxes of junk
in my closet, emerging that evening only to make myself dinner. The
night wears on and everyone else goes to bed, but I am still too
restless for sleep.  I lay in my bed and stare up at the ceiling,
trying to relax and not think of anything at all. After a time, the
noises in the house fade and the new quiet brings sounds of faint music
through the wall. It is coming from next door. From Janie's room.

Janie.

Just thinking her name at that moment causes my blood to heat and my
cock to stir. I groan despairingly and bury my face into the pillow in
an effort to stop the carnal imagery that spins through my head, but it
still comes. My mind taunts me with the enticing curves and warm
acceptance of her tight athletic body. I tell myself every time that I
won't do it again, but in my heart I know better.  She is just too
strong of a magnet for me to resist. I try to make myself angry, to
snap myself out of it by thinking how I'm using her, taking advantage
of her youth and our relationship to satisfy my desires. Its wrong and
I know it. But, despite the guilt, despite the risk, I give in once
more.

I get up and go out into the dark hallway wearing nothing but boxer
shorts. I'm already getting hard, and my dick wags back and forth
foolishly as I walk the short distance to Janie's door. I open it
quietly and slip into the darkness within. The melodic voice of Tori
Amos greets me as I close the door and move carefully toward the bed. I
feel like a thief. I reach out, exploring along the sheets until I find
the warm and sleeping body hidden in the dark. My fingers trace the
curve of her side, following along her oversized t-shirt until it ends
at mid-hip. I slide my hand inside the shirt and back up, finding
nothing underneath but smooth, bare skin. On a whim, I climb onto the
bed and spoon my body against her, reaching around to rub her stomach
as I enjoy her scent and closeness. My cock is trapped between us,
pressed firmly against her ass. The softness of her butt feels very
good in contrast to its hardness. Something calls to mind the many
lonely nights when I dreamed of being able to hold a girl like this,
and I feel a rush of emotion as I begin tenderly kissing the back of
Janie's neck and shoulder. Back then I had never even imagined doing
something like this with my own sister, but now, despite any
misgivings, nothing in the world seemed more natural.

I reach up and gently cup her tits with my hands. They feel warm and
resilient, always bouncing back into shape after I release them. The
pace of her breathing has changed, but she hasn't moved or made a
sound. I softly press my lips to the spot on the back of her neck that
I know is very sensitive. Just once I wish she would respond with a
kiss or even a word, but she never does. I must always be the
aggressor, even though I often find her just as aroused as I am. Maybe
by being passive she avoids feeling the guilt or responsibility for
what we do. Maybe that way she can pretend that it's all my fault, that
I force her into doing these things. All I know is that it can get very
frustrating, and sometimes I get rougher than I should just to try and
make her react.

As I lay hugging her against me on her bed with quiet music playing in
the darkness, violent thoughts are the furthest thing from my mind.
Times like this make up for all the abrasions of living in such close
proximity to each other. All the annoyances seem to disappear with the
slow rising and falling of her chest and the sweet smooth taste of her
skin. My hand finds its way beneath her shirt, sliding along the
flatness of her stomach until it feels the upward curve of a breast. I
trace my fingertips around her nipple, feeling the skin there begin to
tighten into a firm point. I tweak and squeeze it to stiffness, hearing
an occasional catch in the rhythm of her breathing. Gently, I pull her
over so that she is lying back against me. I slide my hands slowly over
her body from her neck to her thighs, imagining in my mind's eye how
she must look lying there half-naked.

For me, nothing in the universe will ever equal the mystery and wonder
of the female body. I squeeze the silky and supple skin of her thigh
and feel a few errant strands of pubic hair brush against my thumb. I
play my hands up and down her stomach, moving from the gentle swell of
her tits to the edge of the soft mound between her legs. My cock is
straining almost painfully against her ass, and I slide out from
beneath her and sit up. I locate the hem of her shirt in the darkness
and pull it over her chest. She moves for the first time, raising her
arms and body slightly so that I can tug the shirt over her head and
completely off. Dropping it to the side, I lower myself down and kiss
her chest, moving my mouth around in smaller and smaller circles until
I close it around a nipple. My action is accompanied by a hitch in her
breath, which becomes softer and deeper as I begin suckling at her tit.
I suck hard, pulling at the area around her nipple with my mouth until
it pops free. A series of gentle licks and nibbles tease both her
nipples into hard bullets, which I then capture between my lips and
suck as if I'm trying to get milk.

When I've had enough, I lay my head against her cushiony chest and
relax for a moment. Janie is still lying motionless, but I can hear her
heart thumping loud and fast against my ear. Sliding down on the bed, I
make a slow path of wet kisses between her breasts and down her middle.
I slip the tip of my tongue out and french kiss her bellybutton,
feeling her stomach muscles tense in response.  My mouth wanders lower
as I slide my hands down over her taut belly. I feel soft hair graze my
chin, and as I press my lips against the tickling forest on her plump
mound, I inhale the first musky scent of her arousal. It fuels my own
excitement, making me hotter and harder than ever.

Easing her legs apart, I kiss the inside of her thigh. I like to go
slowly, to tease both of us and prolong our arousal. To just get my
rocks off and leave would make me more of a jerk than I already am. I
lick my way up her inner thigh to the area just beside her slit,
feeling the down-covered skin become slick and matted as I bathe it
with my tongue. I tease the flesh around her pussy until I can no
longer restrain myself, and I search out the opening with my mouth. The
lips are exposed and pushed outward, and I can already taste her inner
lubrication. She is as wet and excited as I've ever found her, and that
turns me on even more.

I lick and suck her musty little cunt like I'm starving for it. Quiet
gasps reach my ears, and her pussy quickly becomes a slippery mess of
saliva and her own thick juices. The petal-like lips slide wetly over
my face as I flutter my tongue inside her, coating my chin and mouth.
Her gasping soon becomes harsher, and I can tell that she's getting
close. I'm tempted to make her cum this way, but my dick is still stiff
and aching in my shorts. I impatiently strip my boxers off and give her
a few last slurping licks before climbing up to guide my trembling cock
between her thighs. The delicious teasing sensation of the head
slipping between the slick lips of her twat sends an involuntary shiver
through my body. One slow sliding graze, then another, and finally I
plunge inside.

There is nothing in the world like the feeling of my straining penis
sliding into Janie's tight little pussy. The snug, clinging warmth
engulfs me, and the rest of the world stops. With a few shallow
backstrokes I am inside her up to the hilt. I hear Janie groan softly
as I hit bottom, and I drop my head to kiss her but only get a mouthful
of hair. I search around until I find the soft skin of her cheek, which
I cover in a random pattern of kisses until I reach her mouth. I know
that she doesn't like it when I kiss her, but I plant a messy kiss on
her gasping lips anyway. As I expect she quickly turns her head, so I
settle for kissing her cheek and ear as I begin pumping myself in and
out of her. I start off slowly, then I move faster and harder until the
bed is creaking loudy beneath us. Janie gives a panting "uff" with each
stroke, and I can feel her pelvis rising almost imperceptibly to meet
me as I thrust forward.

Fucking in the darkness like this, she can be any girl I want her to
be. I can pretend that her sweet pussy belongs to any movie star, any
singer, or any hot babe that I like. But right now I don't want to be
with anyone else. It's Janie that is moaning and huffing beneath me.
It's Janie that I want.

I lift her ass up against me, then slide my legs beneath us as I pull
her body to a sitting position on my lap. I wrap my arms around her to
lift her up, and she grabs onto my shoulders to avoid losing her
balance. She whimpers the first time that I drop her down and impale
her on my cock, but she only clutches me tighter as I make her body
rise and fall. She very rarely touches me when we fuck, and her hands
feel surprisingly good on my back. Her head comes to rest on my
shoulder, and I take the opportunity to suck and kiss her neck as she
pants in my ear.

In only a few moments, her body shivers against me and I hear her make
the unmistakable breathy moan that signals an orgasm. I sense my own
coming fast, and I drop her back onto the bed and finish with a dozen
forceful strokes that make her squirm and whimper as I drive my cock in
and out of the incredible liquid velvet grip of her pussy. The intense
feeling builds higher and higher, then bursts through my body as my cum
bursts into her. It continues in pulses, each one becoming slightly
weaker until all the tenseness suddenly disappears. I rest my weight
weakly on my elbows and pant against her neck for a time, enjoying the
afterglow of our sex. I don't realize that Janie has been hugging me
all through our orgasming until after she finally releases me and lets
her arms fall to her sides.

I want to stay here in bed with her forever, but I can't. I withdraw
from her slowly and fumble around in the dark until I find my boxers.
Then I pull the covers back over her, kiss her tenderly on the
forehead, and leave her room on unsteady legs. I fall into my own bed
with no regrets, and no trouble at all falling asleep.

***

More to come when I find the time. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

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