Ray Mills

Sister_s hot lips

CHAPTER ONE

Kirstie turned the front of her body to the shower and let the hot sharp needles of water strike her bared breasts. Her plump nipples stiffened and throbbed. She threw her head back and shut her eyes, giving in to the sensations, thinking dreamily about the letter.

Rick was coming back. His discharge from the Army was final. It had been three long years. But it was over now. He would be arriving tomorrow.

Kirstie felt all the old feelings rekindle. All the thirsty passion and hot shame she had thought were gone forever began swirling through her mind and body as she luxuriated in the pleasure of the shower. There had been times during the three years when she had hoped it was all gone. Many times. It was so wrong. They had been young. And wicked. Deliciously wicked. But the separation would be good for them.

Rick would go into the Army. He would ball lots of Korean cuties; think of her as virgin when it came to the sophisticated arts of love. That would straighten everything out. And when he returned, they would be just friends, brother and sister in the normal way. What they had shared would always be a fond memory, but nothing more than that.

The problem was that, for Kirstie at least, it was still more than that. She herself had moved to San Francisco and got a good job. She had gone through several boyfriends, and her share of sexual experience. She would go several months without thinking of her brother. Then she would have a dream. She would be fucking with Rick, rutting like a wild animal. She would wake up, groaning and coming without even having touched herself.

All the old shame and hot excitement would sweep over her. Just as it was doing now, with the shower beating against her breasts, making them tingle and ache. She could imagine his lips on her wet nipples, his tongue on her pulsing cunt. Oh God, it's not over! she thought. It's not over at all!

She tried to restrain her reveries, but she couldn't. The hot water relaxed her and let the memories flow through her. The letter had set it oft and she couldn't stop it. Lovingly she recalled every detail of how it had begun.

She remembered the hot summer evening in Santa Monica when she had come home early from a date. She was nineteen at the time, during her first year at UCLA. Rick was only eighteen. It was the first summer their parents had decided they were old enough to stay on their own for a few weeks while they themselves went on vacation. That particular evening Kirstie had had a date with a big campus football star. But the crude bastard had barely let an hour elapse before he began trying to shove his big old dong up Kirstie's end zone. It was the closest thing to a near-rape she had ever gone through. She had escaped only by threatening to go to his coach and make the whole thing public.

By the time she got home, her clothes were torn, her makeup smudged with dry tears, her heart pounding. She was thankful that Rick didn't seem to be home to witness her disheveled state. The evening was still so warm that she decided the only thing to relax her was a lazy swim in the pool. So she put on her bikini and headed for the backyard.

But as she was heading through the sliding glass doors toward the pool, she suddenly heard the lapping and gentle splashing of the water. Someone was already in the pool! Quickly she stepped back into the shadows behind the glass doors. As her eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, she made out her brother and a young blonde girl swimming together. At times they murmured softly, giggled, kissed and squirmed together. Kirstie suddenly realized that the girl was naked when she saw her brother scoop up one of the girl's round golden breasts and suck her nipple hungrily.