Author: Htanarg Darb
Title: Katy
Summary: I never intended to sleep with my little sister...
Keywords: Mf, inc, cons, rom, oral, 1st

Chapter 1: Enemies no longer.

    My little sister Katy and I have always been close. Well,
almost always. Alright, we've only been close for about four
years, it only feels like always when I'm looking forward rather
than back.

    In the middle of 2005 I was rather ungracefully failing out
of the University of Washington in Seattle. Our family was in
upheaval as well. My dad was in the middle moving his practice
from the urban sprawl of Seattle to a little town in the middle
of the Nevada desert called Winnemucca. I think he thought to
shock me into getting better grades one night, by asking me if I
wanted to come along, believing that the prospect of moving from
one of the largest cities on the west coast to a tiny town in the
middle of nowhere wouldn't appeal to me. At the particular place
that I was in my life, I accepted, and he couldn't retract the
offer. So began my friendship with my little sister.

    Each of the kids in my family is about two years apart. I
suppose that my parents were very methodical in their planning.
In 2005 I was 20, my brother was 18, Katy was 16, and my littlest
sister Mary was 14. We got set up in Winnemucca at the beginning
of July, right in the highest heat of the Nevadan summer. Since
we hadn't found a house yet, we set up camp in the local Best
Western. I took a job as my dad's office manager, my brother
became the front desk clerk at the hotel, and my little sisters
sat in the motel room and watched television.

    Working for my dad was eye-opening. I had little prior
experience with the business side of my dad's practice. Don't get
me wrong, American physicians are the best trained in the world,
and they carry an absolutely massive amount of liability; their
services are worth every penny. Still, I had been generally
unaware of the amount of cash flow a hard-working doctor could
generate. Back then my dad was grossing around 1.5 million
dollars a year. Granted, that was while performing about 150
deliveries, plus a full clinic of 30 or 40 patients, 5 days a
week. And he didn't get to keep the 1.5 million. There were
taxes, and the mal-practice insurance premiums, rent, equipment
and supplies, and staff paychecks. All things considered though,
my dad was still pulling in well over 100,000 dollars a year,
which is how, two years later, I found myself sitting in a lake
house, at beautiful Lake Tahoe, alone with my little sister Katy.
But I digress.

    The move to Winnemucca was hard on my little sisters. For me
it was just another adventure. During my formative years, my dad
was a physician in the United States Air Force. We moved every
three years or so. I lived in Sacramento CA at Travis AFB,
Spokane WA (my dad was on an off-base rotation), Washington D.C
at Andrews AFB, and then after he finished his tour, Seattle WA,
in the space of about 8 years. I'd always made friends fast and
made sure not to get too attached, though unlike all of the
Hollywood depictions of traumatized military kids, I was none the
worse for wear; it was just a way of life. In fact, I actually
liked it. I got to see new places and meet new people every three
years.

    My sisters, however, were born later, and didn't have my
experience to build on. When it was announced that we were
picking up and leaving the only place they had ever known, they
were filled with anguish.  It didn't help that my dad was dealing
with some legal issues with partners revolving around some land
that they'd recently purchased, meaning that the whole move had
to be kept secret until just three months before we left. Many
were the tearful goodbyes to friends, and bitter fights with my
parents that summer.

    When we got to Winnemucca we had two rooms at the Best
Western, each with two beds. My parents shared a bed in one room,
my sisters took the other one, and my brother and I each got our
own bed in the adjoining room. For all practical purposes,
however, my sisters spent most of their time holed up in the
guys' room.

    For years, our relationship had been one of "The Guys vs. The
Girls". My brother and I outmatched them in strength and size,
but they outmatched us in cunning, and in influence with my
folks. However, our new circumstance dictated a change in our
relationship. My brother and I began to see my sisters going
through some of the same things we ourselves had fought through,
two or three years ago. (Mind the ages here, dear reader, and get
your mind out of the gutter. I'm not talking about puberty. Many
a writer will throw in this sappy paragraph, in which they
attempt to excuse themselves of their actions by stating
"PUBERTY! Suddenly I noticed that she was pretty, and I couldn't
help but ravish her, because I hadn't appreciated her until
then." Dear reader, take note: that is not my aim; my sisters
were always beautiful. I mean merely to explain that we grew much
closer together in the coming years, and it was at this point
that we ceased to be enemies and began to relate to one another).

    Our family eventually found a wonderful house perched in the
foothills of the mountains that form the valley in which rests
the little town of Winnemucca. It was a large house. For the
first time in our lives each sibling had his or her own room (at
some point someone had always shared), and there was plenty of
room in between. Autumn rolled around and Katy enrolled in high
school (Mary would spend one more year under my mother's
tutelage, and enroll in public high school the next year). All of
us had been homeschooled for as long as anyone could remember. I
learned to read when I was four years old, and my mother taught
me everything I knew, until I went off to college at 16. Public
education had been a shock for me, and it was no less so for
Katy.

    We spent hours alone in her bedroom in the basement, talking.
We talked about everything: Politics, school, the demise of the
US public education system, boys, religion, faith, music, girls,
computers, science, writing, literature, and sex. We talked a lot
about sex.

                              ~*~

Chapter 2: Sketches

    Having grown up in an incredibly sheltered environment, I did
a fair amount of reading after heading off to college. Especially
about sex. I taught myself everything I could dig up on the
subject of sex. I knew the anatomy, the physiology, and the
psychology better than anyone I knew save perhaps my father, who,
after all, was an OB/GYN. Then I started in on the philosophy.
I'm a Christian, so naturally I started with the Bible. I sought
advice from my peers, and from church leaders. Then I moved on. I
read the works of the Marquis de Sade (whose Justine changed my
life) and I watched films: Sam Mendes' American Beauty, Bernardo
Bertolucci's The Dreamers. I listened to Loveline with Adam
Corolla and Dr. Drew (the only incarnation of Loveline that was
ever worth listening to). Through it all, I tested everything
against my sources, filtering out the things that seemed
contradictory, and remembering that which seemed verifiable.

    All the while I maintained my own virginity. I made some sort
of virginity pledge in high school, but I never committed to it
until I was nearing the completion of my "research". For me, sex
went beyond the physical and the mental, and transcended into the
spiritual. Sex was the outward expression of an inner desire to
bind your soul with another like it. I'd like to claim that I
made it through the few years of college that I managed to
complete on iron willpower, but to be completely honest, I was a
pretty strange guy who stayed up all night, went on long bike
rides, and liked to spend his time reading rather than
socializing. Most people (girls and guys) avoided me as a matter
of habit, as I did them.

    Katy did not have the 'advantages' I had. Her Internet browsing
was carefully monitored, as was her library account. High school
students are notoriously wrong about almost every aspect of sex,
and her peers were no exception to the rule. So, we would sit in
her bedroom until two or three in the morning discussing the
subject; she lying on her stomach with a laptop in front of her,
her dark blond hair spread across her back, toes intertwined in
the air, and I, legs crossed, leaning against a pile of pillows
on the windowsill. I was often aroused by our conversations but I
was careful to ignore the feelings and not to allow it to come
between us. I'm not sure if she was ever turned on by the topics
we discussed, but she was always interested and intrigued.

    Later that year I took a fancy to sketching. I wasn't good -
in fact I was terrible - but I slowly realized that with steady
practice, I could get better. One night, during one of our now
ubiquitous conversations, I looked up from my sketchbook where I
was finishing a drawing of a little girl and her pet
dragon that looked better than most of my work. "Hey, Katy?"

    "Yeah?" she said, without looking up from her homework.

    "I uh... I was wondering-"

    "No, you cannot draw me nude!" she giggled back.

    I was genuinely affronted. This had not been my intention at
all. "Wha-? I wasn't gonna ask to." I paused. My intended
question now seemed a bit awkward. "Um, can I draw your breas-"

    "No!" This time she seemed genuinely incredulous.

    "Fully clothed! Sheesh let me finish a sentence, why don't
you?"

    "Oh. Alright."

    And I spent the next hour-and-a-half looking at her breasts.
They were very beautiful, even with layers of cloth draped over
them. Perfectly proportioned. Not too large, but not non-existent
either. I'd tried drawing the female form from images on the
Internet, but one comes to realise that most of the Internet is
stocked with depictions of women who possess superhumanly
gigantic breasts, sometimes even larger than their heads. To whom
exactly this appeals to is beyond my comprehension, but I find
them distasteful, and they hampered my drawing due to the extreme
disproportion.

    As my pencil wandered across the paper, and as Katy continued
to work arithmetic problems, I thought about her original retort,
and my brain began to wonder what her breasts looked like without
a bra and a singlet covering them. I'd accidentally walked into
her coming out of the shower once, to our mutual embarrassment,
but that had been more than a few years ago. My rebellious brain
began constructing a picture of her without her clothes to cover
her. I took a deep breath; I needed to leave. I put down my
pencil and declared the sketches finished. She took a look at
them, giving me pointers where I had made mistakes, and praise
where I had made progress (her own sketching ability far exceeded
my own). We talked a few more minutes, and then I excused myself,
citing an early workday the next morning.

    As I pulled off my clothes and got into bed, the image of
Katy returned, more vivid than before. She was in the dark, but a
single, soft light played across her skin, one leg tucked around
herself, and the other pulled up beneath her chin covering her
body. As is with such visions, I couldn't focus on any one part,
but she was stunningly beautiful in her nakedness. I restlessly
drifted off and dreamt of her through the night.

                              ~*~

Chapter 3: Opening moves.

    Katy and I grew in our relationship. I still occasionally
dreamt about her, but I consistently pushed those thoughts aside,
choosing to maintain the intellectual side of our relationship. A
few years passed, and it came to pass that my father, driven by a
desire that took root during his childhood, bought a house on
Lake Tahoe, in California. I left my father's medical practice
and signed up as a film major at the University of Nevada at Las
Vegas. I spent a good few years in Vegas with my brother, but
after a while, he grew restless, and left. I tried - rather badly
in spite of my theoretical knowledge on the subject - to start a
relationship with a girl while I was there, but to no avail. I
was going on a year and half in Vegas, when my parents called me
up to let me know that we would be celebrating Christmas as a
family at the Lake House in Tahoe.

    In her senior year Katy had acquired a Nissan Pathfinder, and
when I flew down to Reno that winter, she picked me up at the
airport there. My brother was working until Christmas Eve, and
everyone else was either in school, was working, or didn't care
to go skiing (something I'll never understand). Katy and I had
the time off from school though, and, thanks to an early
Christmas present from my dad, we had season's passes at Heavenly
Mountain Ski Resort at Lake Tahoe. Katy picked me up at
Reno/Tahoe International Airport, right off of Hwy-395 in Reno.
In her Pathfinder, it took us less than an hour to make it up to
the house in Tahoe.

    I pulled our skis and poles from their place in the garage,
and Katy grabbed our bags from the car and tossed them into the
house. The previous night the snow had fallen deep up on the
mountain, and we spent the rest of the day chasing fresh tracks.
As I looked out over the lake from eleven thousand feet, I
whooped. Katy responded in kind and we flew down the hill. We had
crossed the boundary ropes about a quarter-mile back, and had
discovered a cache of powder four feet deep amid a crop of trees.
Each turn felt like heaven; my skis felt like extensions of my
feet, reacting to my movements at the speed of thought. We flew
through the Nevada powder like twin knives through powdered
sugar. I had but to think and my skis did exactly as I asked them
to; clinging to icy pack at critical moments, and floating easily
over and through four foot drifts of powder at others.

    Later that week we sat close together on the couch, exhausted
by another day of skiing. Earlier we'd enjoyed a dinner of
Chinese takeout, and I'd had a glass of wine while we watched a
movie. I'd offered a glass to Katy, but she took one sniff of it
and declared that she'd rather have a Coke. The snow was falling
hard outside. My cell phone buzzed, interrupting the movie. I
looked at the caller ID and was surprised to see my dad's number
flashing on the screen. People weren't supposed to start arriving
until tomorrow. Puzzled, I paused the DVD and answered the call.
"Dad?"

    "Hi, Son! How are you?"

    "Uh, just fine. What's up?"

    "Well, your mom and I have been looking at the weather
report, and I don't think we're going to be able to make it up
tomorrow."

    I glanced out the window again. There was already almost two
feet of snow on the ground, and the fast flying flakes showed no
signs of slowing their assault. "Wow, it really is coming down
out there," I said.

    "I'm thinking you're probably going to be snowed in up there.
You've got plenty of food, so that shouldn't be a problem."

    "Man, I hope they get the local roads cleared up here.
Tomorrow's gonna be a powder day like no other."

    My dad groaned. "I know! I wish I was up there with you two.
Hey, my brother is calling me. Probably wants to know what's-"
his voice cut out, then returned, "I'll try - ... - all o- ...
-l-" but there was a momentary burst of static, a click, and the
call dropped.

    "Huh." I said, nonplussed.

    "What's up?" Katy asked.

    "I guess we're getting snowed in tonight," I said. "Dad says
he thinks he and Mom won't be able to get here tomorrow."

    "Wow. Hey, I've always wanted to be snowed in! This'll be
fun!"

    And with that pronouncement, the lights abruptly went out. I
laughed. "No lights, and snowed in. If this keeps up we'll have
ourselves a regular Little House on the Prairie Christmas."

    Katy laughed too, and then we set about finding ourselves
some light. She found candles in the one of the drawers in the
kitchen, and I picked out a few logs from the pile inside the
front door, to build a fire. Once the fire was going and Katy was
lighting candles all around the room, I put a saucepan of milk on
the range to make hot cocoa. I had just finished when Katy came
back into the kitchen with the lighter. "We have light?" I asked.

    "Yep, all done."

    "As am I," and I handed her a mug of hot cocoa. Together we
went back to the fire and sat down on the couch with our cocoa in
hand. Katy pulled a large blanket over us and we sat in silence,
enjoying one another's company in the warm glow of the candles
and watching the flames dance behind the hearth. Our faces were
very close, her lips, barely an inch away from mine. I pushed the
thought away, and was about to take another sip of cocoa, when
suddenly, she was kissing me.

    Then, as suddenly as she had begun, she broke it off.  I
wondered if I'd hallucinated it.  I hoped I hadn't. The orange
light glittered in her wide, blue eyes. My throat was dry. "Did
you just..." She said nothing, but nodded. I put down my mug, and
took hers as well. Trying to swallow the dry lump in my throat, I
managed, "You... you want t-" She nodded again, still silent. And
then I kissed her back, claiming her lips and her tongue with my
own. She was a much smaller person than me, but lithe and
athletic. She extricated herself from my embrace and climbed on
top of me, her long, golden hair spilling on to my face. After a
moment she pulled away in order to breathe, but her hands were
still busy, searching out the buttons on my shirt.

    I'd only had two glasses of wine, but the small amount of
alcohol, the atmosphere, and her actions had been enough to
muddle my thoughts. Until now. As her fingers were nimbly
unbuttoning my flannel shirt exposing my bare chest beneath, my
brain finally awoke from its daze. I desperately tried not to
show my hesitation for fear of scaring her. I thought about the
commitments I'd made to myself, to God, and all the while my
brain screamed, 'This is your sister! Your little sister! You
can't do this! Stop now!' But a smaller, calmer voice whispered,
'It's what she wants. It's what you want. Why not?' I found myself
agreeing with the smaller voice. If there was anyone I wanted to
be bound to body, mind, and spirit, it was her. My best friend.
My little sister. My Katy.

    My Katy.

    That did it. She had found the last buttons on my shirt, and
I helped her pull it off of me. Then I stilled her hands and
gently took hold of the t-shirt she was wearing. Something
flashed across her features so quickly I couldn't tell what she
had just been thinking. But when she looked me in the eyes and
wordlessly, slowly raised her hands above her head, I figured
she'd just had the same argument in her own head and come to the
same conclusion. I slid the cotton shirt over her head, and
marveled at her gorgeous, milky white skin which was dotted here
and there with freckles, but otherwise unblemished. Her golden
hair cascaded unbound across her tiny shoulders. She was wearing
a simple, pale pink bra which was covering the two gorgeous
breasts that I'd imagined caressing for so long. Her
arms moved again and there was a soft click. It took me a moment
in the flickering light to comprehend her action. With a barely
perceptible rustle of fabric her bra fell away, revealing her
perfectly round, pert breasts, taught nipples standing at
attention.

    While her breasts were not overly large, neither - now that
they were no longer confined by the bra - were they small.  I
marveled at the two beautiful mounds that I had been dreaming of
for years now.  I cupped them with my hands and planted a soft
kiss on each erect, pink nipple, eliciting a breath and a sigh
from Katy. She leaned down on top of me then and kissed me again,
pressing herself against my bare chest. I could feel her heart
racing beneath the deliciously soft flesh. I ran my lips up along
the base of her neck and back down over the ridge of her
collarbone. Her nails dug into my shoulders and she sucked in her
breath. Encouraged, I lifted her up and reversed our positions on
the couch, careful not to put my weight on her. Her mouth and
searching lips were ever more eager. Her hands, once again
exploring places I never thought they would go, found my belt and
had it unfastened a second later. I stepped out of my pants and
found the waistband of the flannel pajama bottoms she was
wearing, slipping them off easily, and at last a moment arrived
in which both of us hesitated at the same time. I looked at her.
"Katy, I... Are you sure you wanna do this?"

    She looked back at me, eyes still wide, and managed to choke
out only one word. "I..." She stared down at her hands, which were
gripping my bare shoulders. The falling snow outside the window
was oblivious to our passion. "I think," she said finally,
raising her eyes to mine, "I've never wanted anything more in my
entire life." She didn't elaborate further.  Instead, she stood
up, almost ceremoniously, and, moving a step or so from the
couch, locked her gaze with mine before nimbly sliping off the
light, cotton, pink panties that matched the bra lying on the
floor. Just watching her move was strikingly arousing; her bare
form more beautiful than ever as she raised one leg, then the
other, bending slightly at the waist. It was incredibly sexy to
watch her undress by firelight. Finally she stood before me,
vulnerable and completely naked, her hair splayed across her back
and chest. For a moment she blushed and looked away for a split
second, but then she smiled, shifted her gaze, and looked back at
me, eyebrows raised, daring me to look at her.

    Her body was cast in silhouette by the dancing fire at her
back, but the few candles in the room chased away the darkest of
the shadows. Between her thighs, topped with neatly trimmed,
silky light brown hair, her pubic mound was bright pink, her
lips engorged from her arousal, her wetness
glistening in the firelight. She knelt by the couch and gently
pulled off my shorts. My penis sprang to attention, already hard 
and throbbing from our unfettered passion. She stopped again. I'm 
not big by any stretch of the imagination - maybe five inches - 
but my little sister is a small person and textbook pictures 
generally don't do justice to reality.

    I sat up and took her in my arms, pulling her body into
mine. My lips bushed her hair. "We'll do this together.
Carefully. If it hurts, we don't have to keep going." I kissed
her forehead and then looked down at her.

    She looked into my eyes and then nodded. "Alright."

    I lay down on the couch again, and she lowered herself down
on top of me once more, her long hair spilling across my face. I
relished in the feeling of the warm, delicate, smooth flesh of
her pubic mound and her legs pressing against mine. Her shoulders
quivered as she knelt over me and I felt her shiver just a
little. "Are you OK?" I asked her.

    "Yes" she said softly. "I just wanna take it slow, OK?"

    I nodded, and she relaxed, then began to move her hips. Her
moist slit slipped up and down the shaft of my erect penis. I
fought for control over myself. I wanted to try to last for a
little while at least, but the feeling was maddeningly erotic.
She stopped and we fumbled for a moment. She reached down and
guided my penis to the opening of her vagina, and then moved just
a little and the head of my penis slipped inside of her. I watched
her face as she stopped and assessed herself. She bit her lower
lip just slightly, then slowly, gently, little by little she
began to lower herself on to me. I felt less resistance than I
had expected, and she didn't seem to be in any pain.

    When she taken all of me inside of her and most of her
weight was supported between us, she looked down and smiled.
"That's not as bad as I thought it would be."

    I couldn't answer. My penis had been engulfed in pure, hot,
wet pleasure that refused to let go. I finally caught my breath.
"You're alright?"

    Katy didn't answer immediately. Instead, she leaned down and
lightly bit my ear. Then she whispered four words I will never
forget. "Make love to me."

    She began to move, slowly impaling herself again and again on
my penis. It felt amazing. I reached up and ran my fingers across
her breasts, and then around to the small of her back. She gasped
my name, and I whispered hers, then I pulled her to me,
desperate to feel every inch of her body touching mine.  I
buried myself in her and her voice was caught in the pleasure I was
giving her. I tried desperately to wait for her, but her urgent
thrusting, and the tiny mewling sounds that escaped her lips
proved too much for me to withstand. I felt the tension building as my 
prostate swelled and prepared to shoot billions of sperm
into my little sister. "Katy," I managed to grind out between
thrusts. "I'm almost there." There was a brief moment of confusion on her
face that was quickly replaced by a mischievous grin. I grabbed
her waist meeting her next thrust and she bore down on me with
the muscles in her vagina, leaned down and kissed me, hard. That
was too much. I came, again, and again, harder and longer than I
could ever remember in my years of tending to myself. She continued to 
squeeze my penis with her vaginal muscles and I spasmed over and over, 
filling my little sister's womb with my hot semen.

    I saw stars, still riding the ecstasy of the moment. I had
ceased my movement and she lay on top of me grinning madly, watching my
 face. "Katy... that was amazing," I told her.

    Her eyes sparkled. "I can tell," she said, making no effort
to hide her smile.

    "I wanted to wait for you, b-"

    She put a finger to my lips, stopping me, immediately
serious. "No apologies," she warned.

    I took another deep breath, still recovering.  This was the
first sexual encounter in my life with another person.  And
wanted to fix it in my memory.  I refocused on her face. "I'd
still like to give you what you gave me. Would you let me?"

    The look in her eyes was impossible to decipher.  Fear?
Apprehension? Longing? Joy? but she nodded.

    Sitting up, I said, "Turn around."

    "What?"

    "So that you're sitting in my lap."

    She understood then and got up off of me. My penis, wet with
the fluids from our lovemaking, flopped down and toward the
couch. I caught it, and, standing, grabbed the blanket from the
back of the couch and tossed it over the cushions before
sitting back down. Katy followed me, resting her back against my
bare chest. She moved around for a moment, trying to find a
comfortable spot, then relaxed, laid her head on my shoulder and
rested her cheek against mine so that her hair was in my nose.  I
cannot describe what it was like to take in the scent of her
hair, and to feel her face and mine together.  The fire was
blazing and we were quite warm, lying there together.

    I took a couple more breaths, still trying to recover my
composure. "So, how, um... how do you usually get started?" I
asked, stroking the inside of her knee. I felt, rather than saw, her
cheek go red against mine. "Oh, come on, after- ...you're not
embarrassed, are you?"

    She laughed nervously. "No, it's not that. It's just I...
I've never actually made myself... you know..." she trailed off
miserably.

    I understood. "Well, let me instruct you, then." I reached
around and gave her a kiss on the bridge of her nose.  She
laughed. "This," I said, taking her hand and guiding it to the top of 
the slit in her crotch, "is your clitoris. Do you know what it's for?"

    She snorted and elbowed me in the ribs. "Yes, I know what
it's for. I just never... never knew where I was supposed to be
going, you know?"

    I placed a finger between her slick, wet lips and traced
their contours upward until I found her clit. Supporting it with
the finger, I began to stroke the top of it gently with my thumb,
my palm resting against her silky mound of pubic hair. She
responded readily, closing her eyes, and leaning into me. I
maintained the same speed, while steadily increasing the
pressure. Twice her bare legs shivered under my ministrations,
and I could feel the muscles in her thighs and calves contracting
and releasing against my own. After some time, her eyelids
fluttered and she began to make tiny, high-pitched noises in the
back of her throat. I backed off.

    She felt it in a heartbeat. "What are you doing?" she
pleaded. "That felt so good."

    I grinned. I wanted to draw this out a little longer and I
had something else in mind as well. I kissed her forehead.

    "Katy?"

    "Yes?"

    "I'd like to try..." She was silent, waiting for me to
continue. "Would you let me... Would you let me kiss you?"

    Her brow furrowed, but then her eyes went wide as she
realized what I meant. "Are you sure? I mean, you really want
to?"

    "Yes."

    "Then, yes!" she sounded excited. "Please?" she added.

    "You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this," I told
her. I stood and walked to the end of the couch. Katy scooted
back and sat up against the arm of the sofa, her eyes wide,
following me intently, her fascination evident in the firelight.
She drew her knees up and spread her legs apart, exposing herself
completely to me, and I knelt between her thighs, feeling her
gaze on me the whole way. Instead of going straight for the prize
however, I started at her calves, moving upward, kissing one
kneecap while caressing the delicate skin on the back. I worked
my way slowly up one leg, and then stopped, halfway up her thigh,
and went back to the other calf. She let out a breath in
frustration and I allowed myself a smile in between kisses. As I
passed the place where I had stopped on the other side, I felt a
tingle of electric energy run down her body in her anticipation.
I glanced up at her, and saw her still watching me, wide-eyed and
hungry. I worked my way inward, kissing the top of her downy
mound and then began the real work at the bottom of the slit
between her smooth, pink labia, using my tongue to probe their
depths.

    She smelled... interesting. It was not the fishy odor that
one is so often warned about, but neither did it evoke such
superlative as "her sweet nectar" (that ridiculous
phrase so many writers feel compelled to commit to paper). It was
a mix of sweat, and musk, along with my own scents from earlier.
It didn't trouble me at all, but it was still... interesting. I
hadn't figured out what I thought of it beyond that, and I had
other, rather pressing concerns.

    I felt her hands on my head as I continued to lick, running
her fingers through my hair, and clenching them together in time
with the rhythm of my explorations. I felt and heard her breath
catch, as my nose inadvertently brushed against her clit. Sensing
her need, I began to work my way upward. Her breathing became
more pronounced, and several times she pulled on my hair hard
enough that it hurt. The hurt actually felt good though. I had
been incredibly turned on by the whole thing, but I ignored my
own needs for now and focused on her.

    Her clitoris was erect, and stuck out just far enough that I could
work it between my lips and into my mouth. I began to suck,
carefully, so as not to hurt her with my teeth. She gasped, and
let out a long sigh, punctuated by more hiccuping gasps.

    I began to use my hands, running my nails across the small of
her back, then cupping the smooth curve of her ass to support
her. Working my way inward, I used my fingers to probe her soft,
flushed labia, which were now dripping with too many fluids to
count. I found her vagina once more and inserted a finger, then
two, all the while maintaining my focus on her clitoris with my
mouth. I heard her breathing quicken, and I felt her muscles
tense.  Her fingers, entwined in my hair, tightened.

    "DON'T. Stop."

    I didn't, and as she sucked in another breath I nipped at her
clit with my tongue and my top front teeth, sending her over the
brink. Katy grabbed my head and held me to herself. Her
breathing came in quick, shallow gasps, and I could feel the
muscles in her vagina contracting hard around my fingers, over and
over again as her orgasm swept her into oblivion. What she might
have said, I haven't the faintest idea, as my ears were clamped
shut by her stiffened thighs, but I could feel her taking deep, fast 
breaths. I continued to run my fingers over her lips and her clitoris, 
slipping them back into her vagina, stroking and rubbing. After almost 
a full minute she finally began to relax her grip on me. Raising my head, 
I crawled up the couch to lie next to her. "How was it?" I asked.

    Her eyes were closed, her lips were pursed, and her dark
blond hair was everywhere. "Wow..." She opened her eyes, and
smiled a sleepy sort of smile. "It was... brilliant." She took
another deep breath. "I never felt anything like that before.
When you did that thing with your teeth, I felt like I'd started
falling, and I was going faster and faster and it was never going
to stop." She laughed, and then was still for a long while. She lay 
in my arms. "I love you, Brad."

    "I love you, Katy."

    "Now," she said, sitting up a little, "let's fuck."

    I was a bit taken aback. "you wanna go again already?"

    Her eyes twinkled, "Afraid you can't keep up?"

    I had a raging hard-on. "No, just amazed at voracity of my
little sister's appetite!"

    She rolled her eyes. "You guys think you're the only ones who
get horny." She scooted back down on the couch and spread her
legs to accommodate me. "Brad?"

    "Yeah?"

    She looked away from me, facing forward in my lap. "You
think- I mean, you really think, you know... that I'm sexy?"

    My mouth dropped open. "Katy," I said, craning around to meet
her gaze, " you are absolutely, hands down, the sexiest woman I
know." She turned her face around again,

    "Really?"

    "Yes really. You're small, and you've got freckles
everywhere, which is incredibly hot. You've got the most
beautiful, perfect, natural breasts I've ever seen in my life.
Your eyes are the prettiest blue, and they sparkle whenever
you've got some mischief in mind."

    Katy blushed. "Thanks," she said, "for thinking I'm pretty, I
mean." She cupped a breast in each hand.  "You really think so?"

    "That they're pretty?  No, I don't.  I think they're
drop-dead, gorgeously sexy."

    She laughed and turned around. "Take me!"

    I did.  I swept her into my arms, and she threw her arms
around my neck.  I carried her into the back bedroom and laid her
down on the huge king size bed, dimmed the lights to half, and
then climbed into the gargantuan bed after her.  Laying down next
to her I kissed her, and she kissed me back with a ferocity that
indicated an intense desire.


  
Katy