Thorney Vines (b/g, inc)

I think every dog had at least one lucky day. When I think back
how I got lucky, I still cannot determine whether it was by a
coincident or pure luck that my life changed for good many years
ago. However, I know, luck cannot be planed, and that’s was the
case with me.

I was a little fifteen-year-old bookworm growing up in the
Pacific Northwest then. In that warm weekend in summer, our
parents went to Sunriver for the long weekend to help Uncle Bob’s
family build their log cabin. My sister Trish and I didn’t join,
since Trish made a big fuss about going there. I knew Trish never
enjoyed the company of our cousins, since they made fun at her
for being a tomboy. Uncles Bob’s daughters (our cousins) were
ladylike and therefore Trish found it hard to seek common grounds
with them.  Mom and dad didn’t want to leave Trish home alone,
since they found out that she was messing with an older boy that
they didn’t approve. In my case, I did not care either way, but
since Trish did not go, my parents made me stay home with her
anyway.

Trish, who was near her 17th birthday, was petite, but possessed
very healthy looking upper and a rear and she was also my best
buddy and the protector when we were both in junior high. However
small she was, she never hesitates to make a fist and punch
someone when it was necessary. Likewise, she was a good athlete,
she always came to the playground to play baseball, basketball or
whatever else that we played and when she did, she played her
heart out to beat any completion.  If not for her behavior and
very short hair, she was very feminine and beautiful. She stood
about 5'4" with short golden brown hair, deep brown eyes, an
attention grabbing flashy smile, nice firm looking breasts, slim
hips supported by wonderfully round buttocks. Her figure reminded
that she was young woman, although she acted and behaved as a boy
at times.

Friday evening after our parents left, we pretty much did our
usual activities until bedtime. Back then, there were no cell
phones, cable TV in our area or the internet. Since our parents
prohibited us from leaving the house or having friends over until
they returned, we didn’t have many options, but to watch network
TV.

The Saturday was downright boring and we started to annoy each
other for no reason to make time go by. Then around the midday,
Trish received a phone call presumably from Jack that changed her
mood. Immediately after hanging up the phone, she asked if she
could go to the riverfront to join her friends for a picnic.
Parents had already instructed not to allow Trish to go anywhere
while they were out, because of Jack and therefore, I reminded
her that she shouldn’t go. After thinking for a moment, she asked
me to join, but begged not to tell parents. The river ran through
the county easement behind our land. As kids, we used to roam the
easement, chasing rabbits and picking berries, but after our
interest’s changes, we only crossed the property to get to the
river.

Trish made some sandwiches lemonade to take. Once we got to the
riverfront, I found few boys that I knew to play around with,
while Trish hung around with her friends. I noticed Jack was
present, but didn’t notice any mischievous acts by Trish to
report to parents.

We were pretty relaxed by the time we decided to head back to the
home.  Along the way to the house, Trish stopped to pick some
wild flowers. Some flowers away from the footpath. To pick them,
she had to make her way through wild shrubs and bushes. What
happened next was humorous and was like an act of comedy on a TV
show. She leaped up and stretched her arms to pick flowers and as
she did, what appeared to be a thorny vine came loose and tangled
around her towel that was wrapped around her waist. Then when she
stretched more forward to grab flowers, the towel came free and
fell. Her reflexes got the best of her then. She swung her arm to
catch the falling towel allowing the vine to coil and scrape her
and then she swung her body again, getting more of the same vine
to wrap around her. On her effort to free from one, caused
another to come loose and tangle to her bikini, this time causing
her to fall backwards landing on a shrub that was covered with
thorny vines. I just could not stop laughing as the act unfolded
in front of my eyes.

“Don’t just stand there you idiot, come and help me...” she
yelled, followed by some cursing words for vines that wrapped
around the lower part of her body. I knew she was hurt and
fuming, while on the ground covered with thorny vines.

I rushed for assistance. When I got to where Trish was, my jaw
dropped seeing left side of her bikini top had loosen from her
shoulder strap and now exposing her breast, giving me a perfect
opportunity to break into to another laugh, while peeking at her
creamy round breast with highlighted with an erected pink nipple
that pointed up towards me.

“You stupid idiot, get me up” she yelled again

“You better get decent Trish, cover yourself before I can touch
you” I said, and started to untangle vines from her body, using
my towel to prevent myself from getting pricked.

Trish looked embarrassed by my remarks and finding her exposed
breast. She quickly covered her breast when I went on to remove
vines from her, which took few minutes. Once she was free, I
helped her up, took her by her hand and guided her to the
established footpath that led to our house. Then when we were
home, she stood and started to uncover the damage that thorny
vines had caused her body.

“Shit!!! I am bleeding” She exclaimed. I examined her legs and
her back and found few scratches where blood was visible, but
they were very minor. There were many sports with thorns stuck to
her skin, especially on her thighs there were black heads of
thorns were clearly noticeable.

“It’s only couple of drops of blood sis, but you got prickles all
over your body” I said taking a close look at her bikini covered
body for the first time since the incident. “Let’s try to get
those needles off your body”

“Holy shit, these fucking things are all over my legs…” She
shouted in anger and tried to squeeze one needle off by squeezing
one between her thumb and the index finger on her thigh, but
other than leaving a pinch mark, she was unsuccessful in pulling
it out. She ordered me to bring tweezers from the bathroom and
sat on the living room couch.

She then tried removing prickles with the tweezers. By the look
on her face, I knew pulling prickles with tweezers caused her
more pain than leaving them under her skin.

“Can you try this bro…?” she asked after removing few and after
seeing her sad eyes, I just couldn’t say no.

I knelt on the floor, stretched her skin using my fingers around
a visible black head of a thorn and slowly tried to remove it.
Even though I was successful in remove it, it caused Trish more
pain again and she articulated her pain by yelling.  Then when I
looked down on the spot where I removed a thorn, I noticed that I
had removed tiny piece of her skin in the process.

Then I wondered if I could suck them out by using my mouth,
remembering how mom sucked out a splinter off my finger once. So,
next time I stretched her skin around a pricket, I wrapped my
lips around it, placed front teeth over the spot and sucked while
bringing my tongue find exact place where the thorn was. Then I
felt the little needle sticking to the tip of my tongue.

“What are you doing?” Trish questioned and I stuck my tongue out
and picked the needle from my finger tips and pointed out to her.


“Was that better then the tweezers? I asked and she said
“Thousand times”

“Can you remove the once off my calf and back thigh, it is
starting to itch there” she asked while rolling over. Without any
hesitation, I picked up her right leg, bent it up at the knee and
started to go though the operation. Once I saw no more needles to
remove from that side, I jump on to the couch, knelt between her
legs and resumed the operation on her left side. Her left side
didn’t have as many needles, but had more scratches on the skin.
By that time, I had her inner foot touching my face as I was busy
sucking out those fine needles. Looking down between her parted
legs, I could not help but notice how wonderfully round her ass
and how inviting the crease below was. As I examined her leg, I
could see a little more of her slit peek out. I had no idea what
came over me at that moment, maybe I was memorized by her
bouncing ass cheeks while I attended to her, but for some reason
I slowly ran my tongue over a small patch of her skin and tasted
drop of blood that bubble on her skin.

“What the heck are you doing there….it tickles” Trish said softly
and lifted up her hips, causing more movement on her ass.

“You had a drop of blood there sis” I replied and she joked by
asking when I became like Dracula. She seemed to have settled
down and much more relaxed as I continued to work on her legs.
Trish just laid back and enjoyed the experience as her anger had
subsided and I began to move my hands to softly caress her back
thighs occasionally venturing upwards until she just relaxed
enough to turn her head and reposition on the couch. I resisted
the urge to massage her soft buttocks that looked very inviting
to run my hands and tongue over. I wondered what it would be like
to rest my cock between her ass cheeks...

Every now and then she giggled  when my lips met her back thighs
and wiggled her ass, by saying “That tickles” For a strange
reason, I started to enjoy the job and I was well rewarded by
having to caress her soft skin in seek of thorn needles and
running my lips and tongue over to remove them. Once I noticed
her back thighs were cleared of thorns, I pulled several that
were stuck to her bikini bottom with my fingers, taking the
opportunity to pinch her ass along the way.  Then I asked her to
turn around, so that I could work on her front.

Trish turned on her back with her feet up on the couch, her knees
bent up and legs spread. I could tell that she did not realize
the position she was in was getting to me. She pointed to few red
irritated spots on her inner thighs, pretty high up.

“No worries, sis, this doctor can do the operation. Trust me…” I
said with a grin and positioned my knees between her parted legs
and started to work from her shins and then on her thighs, moving
upwards. When I stuck my head between her thighs, she wiggled her
hips momentarily squeezing my head in between her creamy thighs
and murmured “That’s tickle buddy” and then placed her free leg
over my shoulder. The feel of her velvety soft skin over my face
started to have an effect on my member. I didn’t want Trish to
see the growing hard-on under my swimming trunks. To hide what
could be a major embarrassment I lowered my hips to the couch.
But I felt my face getting warmer with fresh blood gushed up as
my cock began to lengthen and thicken between my stomach and the
couch. I raised my chin and slid my eyes to my sister’s mound.
Trace of her pussy lips could clearly be seen under the thin
fabric of her bikini between her thighs, which made it hard to me
to focus on the operation. Luckily I was almost done, but I
didn’t want to stop and get out of my position and let her catch
me with a hard-on. Therefore, I went on to play and enjoy her
feel of her soft skin by kissing and licking between her
sensitive thighs.

Trish must have enjoyed my touch as well; to my surprise and
delight she let go few moans. At that moment, I decided to take a
step further by crawling up between her thighs and then acted as
pulling thorn needles from around her going, even though there
weren’t any.

“You better stop now….” She murmured as I smelt a strange aroma
coming from below where my chin was, from around her pussy.
“Please stop…” she pleaded. I knew I couldn’t risk stopping and
walking away without showing her my embarrassment that was fully
hard and hurting me.

“PLEEEASE Stop…” she pleaded as she let out another moan. Since
she didn’t resist my action, I took it as the green light to
continue. Even though I had no previous experience with girls, I
knew she was receiving some sort of sexual pleasure from my
action. At the same time, I was so close to exploding from all
the pleasure I was giving. I desperately wanted to explore her
pussy and dreamed what it would be like to stick my tongue in
there as I started to smell stronger aroma from there.

“That’s enough you better stop now buddy boy” she again pleaded
and lifted her knee little higher causing my hand to slip down
towards her upper thighs.

“What If I don’t” I asked

Just then, she moved her hips again, this time she kept them
elevated and stated to rock hips slowly, over my chin.

Then in a rapid move, she raised her hips little higher, grabbed
my held and started to rub her pussy all over my mouth as she had
gone made. Without even thinking, I slid my hands, under her ass
and held her firmly and squeeze her wonderful cheeks as I
pleased. As I knew what had happened to her and what she was
trying to achieve, so I met her next move by sticking my tongue
and making contact with her pussy slit causing her to moan and
moan again. Her pussy was definitely wet over the fabric and it
did taste somewhat pleasant. After few moments, movement of her
hips subsided with a long moan. She picked up the movement again
after few seconds, but wasn’t as aggressively as she was earlier
and let her hips fall to the couch.

When I came to my sensors, I was speechless with my tongue still
resting over her very wet hole. I wanted nothing more than to
remove the thin garment from her body and stick my arching cock
inside of it, but I knew that would really make Trish mad. In
fact I wasn’t sure if I was in trouble for what just happened. We
stood still for a moment. Then Trish quickly swung her body,
stood up and ran to her room without stopping to make eye contact
or talk.

I felt proud to be able to make my sister cum, but feared that
she would tell mom and dad about what took place. Yet, my cock
remained hard and I only had to massage the head few times before
it exploded.

Trish stayed in her room all evening, while I sat in the living
room and watched TV. It must have been past seven o’clock when
she finally came out of her room to prepare dinner. For the most
part, we kept quiet and ate, but I noticed her eyes were avoiding
me. I became curious to find if she was upset with me for what
happened or planning to tell on me to mom and dad, so I broke the
ice by asking;

“What happened to you earlier today Trish” and that didn’t go
well.

“You better stop that right now. Whatever happened already
happened and we are not going to talk about it” She threatened.
Her comments also gave me assurance that she was not planning to
tell our parents and therefore I decided to tease her more.

“So did you finish by rubbing your thing against my face?” I
asked innocently, making Trish’s face turn red. I knew that I
made her furious with my comments. Without any warning, she sent
her folk flying towards me and then jumped to grab me. “You
fucking idiot…I am going to kill you” She yelled.

Knowing how she gets when she is angry, I ran to the nearest
place with a door lock, the bathroom and locked in myself there.

“I am going to get even with you one way or the other, you little
rat” she yelled again after pounding on the door.

“If you touch me, I am telling mom and dad what you did and that
you went to the riverfront to see jack” I yelled back, knowing
that I was safe in the bathroom.

I took a shower and when I didn’t hear any noises, I escaped to
my room. Little later, I heard Trish taking a shower. By then I
thought that she may have calmed down from the earlier incident,
but decided to stay in my room anyway.

I was dozing off when I heard Trish entering my room. I panicked
that she was going to hurt me somehow, but she looked calm and
her normal self.

“Hey, I just want to talk. I am sorry that I got upset earlier.
Can we talk?’

 “Sure”

Then without any forewarning she jumped and sat on my chest,
facing the other way, then placed her hands on my knees to pin me
to the bed.

“Look, we are going to make it even. Right now, right here. If
you fight, I am going to hurt you” She threatened. I had no idea
as to what she was planning to do, but I tried to get her off my
chest by raising my body and twisting, but that only provoked her
more. Finally, I decided to give up and stay still.

“Look, we are going to make it even. Right now, right here. If
you fight, I am going to hurt you” She threatened. I had no idea
as to what she was planning to do, but I tried to get her off my
chest by raising my body and twisting, but that only provoked her
more. Finally, I decided to give up and stay still.

“I am only trying to make things even, after that we can forget
about everything. Do you understand” She warned and grabbed my
sack over the fabric of my pajama pants with her right hand and
started to massage it, giving me some kinky feelings.

“You better stop that Trish, you shouldn’t do that. I am your
bother” I said half heartedly, but Trish went on to massage,
making my cock to come to life.

“No deal, kiddo. I have to make things even between us to make
sure that you keep your mouth shut” She grinned, then grabbed my
half hard cock and continued to jack me off. It didn’t take long
to my cock to become fully hard and extend to its full length,
causing it difficult to Trish to use one her hand. She was still
keen on making things even, and went on to insert her hand under
my elastic waist band and took a grip on the hard member, making
me moan. Then I realized best thing to do was to make most out of
the situation. Besides I began to think about how I kissed her
smooth round thighs, smell of her sex and so on that made me only
harder.

If you are doing it, do it right by taking it out of my PJ’s
Christ sake” I encouraged her. Trish took the challenge, and
pulled down my shorts, allowing my glistening and very hard cock
to flop out. She bent down, and tossed her hair back before
holding my cock and moved her ass off my chest.  Then she took a
moment to examine it and then used both hands, one over the other
to give me a hand job. I was ecstatic. I had never before felt
pair of soft hands over my cock. Only hands my cock had known
till now were my own.

I leisurely patted her back, approving her exploit of my cock. It
felt amazingly good and Trish must have liked the way it appeared
before her face by the way she handled it. Her hands worked it
slowly, massaging the shaft with her thumb. She gently cupped the
balls and held her hand there for what seemed like a minute. I
groaned in pleasure. It was everything I had dreamed of, but it
could only get better if I get to play more with her, I thought.

Sensing my sister’s fascination with my cock that she held in her
hands, I erected my upper body to bring my arm around her neck
first. Once I didn’t feel any objections, I caressed her
earlobes, slowly dropping it to care for her arm that was in
motion. Then getting little daring, I ran my finger on the side
of her breast over her nightshirt. She didn’t either notice or
didn’t care.

Then it happened. I felt my ball tightening, cock jerked her
hands and it erupted like a volcano. After the first few shorts
that went up and landed somewhere, the rest kept seeping over her
hand down to my body, as Trish kept pumping with an enormous
smile on her face as she had just accomplished a big deed.

“Ok little rat, we are even now. If you open your mouth to mom
and dad, I am going to tell them you forced me to jack you off”
Trish said, wiping my cum off my pajama shorts.

However, I didn’t want the night to end jus yet. I thought of
pushing my luck to the limit to see if she wanted to play longer.

“Hey Trish, You still have some needles on your thighs. Do you
want me to help remove them before you get a rash or blisters”
Trish just laugh as she knew what I was up to. However for my
surprise, she said;

“Do you think so? I thought they are all gone now”

“No, I couldn’t get few of them off. If you like, I can try
again’

“Hmm… Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am positive. Why don’t you lie here while I get them
off?” and I offered her my bed and jumped off with my half hard
cock swaying between my legs. Trish didn’t offer any resistance,
yet she made her face to display feelings unknown to me and
smiled from a corner of her mouth. Once Trish settled, I
instantly jumped to the bed and kneel between her legs and
resumed where I left off earlier in the day. Very few times that
I landed my lips on her thigh, she sprung her body and complained
that I was tickling her, but when I started to stroke her thighs
with my hands, while still performing as I was searching for
needles, her body relaxed. I was encouraged. Thoughts of taking
this play little further occupied my mind and it quickly got into
planning.

My each kiss arrived little further up on her silky thighs. I
heard her heave a sigh. I was impatient; I moved one hand over my
head and started to pull up her nightshirt by its hem. Trish
didn’t object.  When I my tongue finally arrived at her groin,
her nightshirt was completely above her hips, exposing her
glistering pussy in the nightlight. I was delighted. I had heard
from older friend how to go down on a woman, but I had never done
it before, let alone seeing a wet pussy in front of my face. I
wanted to taste her juice flowing from her very wet hole so bad,
I hurriedly pocked my tongue in her hole in one quick move,
making Trish jump.

“Take it slow cowboy…”  She advised running her fingers over my
hair.

I went back to work her with my tongue over my sister’s pussy,
but this time I was patient. My saliva mingled with her juices as
I licked and sucked and tickled and flicked all over her pussy. I
stimulating her clit as older boys had told me, both directly and
through the adjoining folds of her pussy, and stirred my hand to
her pussy. I teased the access to her pussy with my fingertip,
and then I slid my index finger in, massaging the walls of her
pussy gently. Her pussy was incredibly soft and hot and dripping
wet. Then it happened. Her body tightened and she locked my face
between her thighs again, while my tongue was still deep inside
her pussy.

“Oh Good, Oh God...” she said as she wiggled her ass vigorously
over my tongue. I felt her warm juice running over my face and
then loosen the grip on my face and lowered her pussy it and rode
my tongue slowly.

I was hard as a rock again ready to explode on her thigh where it
rested, pulsing and leaking pre-cum. Trish, smiled after she
recovered from her orgasm and reached her hands to grab my shaft.
I resisted her and leaned on her softly, sliding my hands under
her night shirt to her wonderful twins.

“You are getting ready to hurt me with you prick now aren’t you
dork” she asked with a mischievous grin on her face. I wasn’t
sure whether it was an invitation to test her hot hole or a
question, so I let my hands roamed over her chest instead. Her
breasts felt wonderfully round and soft. I wasn’t sure what to do
with them, except to massage them softly while my tongue went
back to play with her clit.

Little later, I adjusted my hips and brought my cock between her
thighs, wanting to feel the warmth there. I didn’t want to enter
her without her permission, but wanted to see how long Trish
would allow me to enjoy her softness.

“My little brother is going to prick me...” Trish sang as she
twisted her ass. Oh, boy was that something. Having my cock
between her thighs was sensational and brought me indescribable
amount of pleasure. I stretched my body and licked her neck, up
to her ears and kissed her cheeks gently, while Trish continued
to rock my cock between her thighs. Knowing that I wasn’t going
to last too long, I lowered my hips, aiming the cockhead towards
her pussy entrance and came up with my cock half way in her love
tunnel. She gasped.

My orgasm began rapidly as a tightening in my balls, a hot shiver
running down my spine as my cock jerked in my sister’s pussy. The
first burst of hot sticky semen blasting into her welcoming pussy
in matter of minutes and I sent another loads to fill her hole,
before I collapsed on her and she held me tight.

"Now you owe me one. You better catch your breath and get that
thing up again soon" she whispered.






  
Thorney Vines