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Dan had been my closest friend since our first week at university. I've known him for eight years now. He usually had girlfriends, and I can hardly recall a time when he was single, as his relationships often overlapped. However, he's been with Beth since our final year at university—almost four years. I introduced them because she was studying business, just like me. She was 5'9", with black hair down to her shoulders, petite, and absolutely stunning. Her perfectly shaped small round figure was the best I'd ever seen. I'm not embarrassed to admit that I often took a glance, and it wasn't always entirely innocent. Her breasts were perky D cups, which appeared natural but were actually not. How did I know this? Well, there was some history between us. We'd hooked up a few times, but it didn't lead anywhere. Dan had no idea. For some reason, neither of us mentioned it to Dan when they first started dating, and now it had been too long to bring it up without it being awkward. Beth and I never talked about it, but I was certain there was always an unspoken sexual tension between us. I can't deny that I was attracted to her, and on a few drunken occasions, there was some heavy flirting between us. This whole thing started when me and my girlfriend, Jane, split up. I was doing everything I could to get out of our flat while she moved her stuff out. We had this last week left on the lease and I was doing everything possible to not be there. The Wednesday after work I'd gone to the pub with Dan. He was boasting to me about fucking one of the other associates at his office, a girl called Tina. This wasn't an altogether unusual occurrence with Dan. Despite being with Beth he would fairly regularly enjoy the company of other women. I didn't particularly approve but it's not like I was going to grass him up and these rendezvous would often happen on our "lads nights out" so I kind of felt complicit. Personally, I thought he was mad with a babe like Beth at home but whatever. This time I was finding it a little troubling though... Previously his flings had been one night affairs, "drunken mishaps" he would dismiss them as. He told me about a number of times with this Tina girl and he was planning a trip away with her next weekend on a works conference. It didn't sit right. I tried to gently voice my concerns but he dismissed them out of hand. "Quit being dull; you'd do it if given the opportunity," Dan said irritably, seemingly frustrated by my protests. "There's no reason to be grumpy just because you're dealing with a breakup." With that, our conversation shifted to how Tina enjoyed taking the lead with him. He eagerly shared how Tina would be in control, which he loved, as Beth always expected him to take charge. I guess you desire what you can't have. As we were leaving I'd asked what he was up to tomorrow evening. Dan apologised as he was working late with Tina, winking as he said it. ***** The following day at work, I received a text from Beth inviting me over that evening to "escape from my own flat." This indicated that Dan had obviously told her about my situation. We exchanged a few messages, and she expressed her sympathy about the breakup, although I knew she had never really liked Jane. Nonetheless, I didn't have many options, so I accepted her offer. When Beth opened the door, she was already in her pajamas—very short red hot pants with a matching strappy top, trimmed with black lace and quite revealing, offering quite a view. "Hi Oli, come in. Dan is staying late at work AGAIN. He is with that fucking Tina woman" She had clearly been drinking and had an empty glass of wine in her right hand. "I really don't like that woman, she clearly has a thing for Dan" she added. "Oh no" I muttered and tried to look like I’d never heard of Tina before. "Do you want me to leave you to it?" Although leaving would mean watching my ex move out of our flat. And, who am I kidding, I very much wanted to stay and get an eyeful of her in that outfit. "Don't be ridiculous. I know Jane is at your place, and you need somewhere to hide out. Besides, I've had a terrible day at work, and if I drink any more of this wine alone, I'll feel like an alcoholic!" She smiled and winked at me. "And I don’t want to risk you going home, taking her back, and making me jealous all over again!" I had always sensed a bit of jealousy from her when I visited with Jane, but I convinced myself it was just my imagination. It was a bit bold of her to admit she was jealous of someone being with me, I thought, but the comment wasn't entirely unlike things she'd said to me before when she was drunk and Dan wasn't around. We went into the kitchen, and she insisted I have a glass of wine with her. As she bent down to get a wine glass from the cupboard, I couldn't help but stare at her. Her skimpy shorts rode up, revealing the edge of her black underwear. I felt a pang of guilt—this was my best friend's girl! What was I thinking? But the sight of her perfect, petite figure stirred something in me. Beth stood up and turned around, giving me a smug smile that let me know she had seen me looking, though she didn't say anything. I told myself I was just struggling because I hadn't had sex for two months. Dan was probably busy with Tina right now, I told my conscience. Beth didn't seem to mind me looking, although she wasn't aware of the thoughts starting to run through my mind. "So when's single life going to kick off then Oli?" "Oh I don't know about that" I replied sheepishly "I think I might need a bit of a break from women" "Bullshit!" She laughed. "I've known you too long to believe that, I bet you already have a queue of women lining up. You can tell me, I won’t get too jealous" I shot her a sceptical look. "All the girls in my flat were jealous when we hooked up you know" she continued. We had never spoken of that since she got with Dan, even during our drunken flirtations. There was clearly a look of shock across my face, Beth just giggled like she enjoyed my reaction. "Calm down, Dan isn't here. He's at work as usual And that shouldn't stop us having a bit of fun. Now where is that wine?" She turned around and went into the fridge. My eyes instantly shot down to her shorts again, so tight against her perfect peach of an arse. I could see the lacy thong just above her shorts line. I wondered if she knew about Tina. She clearly had suspicions at the moment, though nothing more or she surely would have asked me about it. I tried control my building urges but I couldn’t help but sense an opportunity. She had known I was coming round and had chosen that revealing outfit... She clearly enjoyed the effect it was having on me and she was already at least one bottle of wine down. We sat and chatted for an hour or so, seeing off another bottle of wine. She was really quite tipsy now and being very flirty, touching my arm and seemingly wanting to exclusively talk about who I planned to have sex with and how I liked to do it. "Earlier was a little weird, we haven't ever really spoke about that time that we...erm-" I stuttered, secretly hoping to get the conversation back to our hook-up. "When you fucked me?" She interrupted. The speed of the reply gave her away. She wanted this too. "Yeah, when I fucked you" I replied, growing in confidence. Beth spun round and started pouring me a glass of wine, a smile spread across her face at my response. "I know, it's like some big secret we have isn't it." She grinned and bit her bottom lip, encouraging me. As I looked down at her pouring the wine I realised her nipples were hard under her top. I did have an opportunity here, but should I really take it??!. I carried on looking, willing her to catch me. I was starting to feel a little tipsy too and my inhibitions from earlier seemed less and less important. "My eyes are up here" she teased "or has all this talk got you remembering the girls?" She motioned towards her tits. "With your nipples so hard it's difficult not to look" She poured out the last of the second bottle. A look of surprise shot across her face but she didn't deny it and I pushed further. "It looks like the girls are missing me, rather than the other way around" I teased. "Is that why your nipples are so hard?" "Hey cheeky!" She giggled. Still not stopping me though, I thought. Now to see how far I could push her. "I think we need to make a deal?" "What kind of deal?" she more intrigued than suspicious, and the grin across her face encouraged me on. "Well.." I paused, not knowing if I could go through with this. One more glance down at her nipples pressing upwards through her skimpy red silk top. My conscience evaporated. "We can't have me staring at your tits all night and 'the girls' clearly miss me. So how about you flash them. Then I can stop staring and it might calm down your nipples" I stood still. I knew a line had been crossed. How would she react? "This stays between me and you though?" she asked and moved in close to me. "We can just add it to our list of secrets" I whispered into her ear. She stood up so her chest was right in front of my face. Seductively she removed each strap from her shoulders. Her breasts sprang out of her top. They were as perky as I remembered; Full rounded big fake tits, the type you want to wrap around your cock. Her tiny pornstar nipples were rock hard and pointing up to me. My mouth dropped open and I could feel all my self control draining away. 2 long months without any sex, I was so horny. I could feel my erection building and 5 years of suppressed forbidden desires bursting out. Dan was probably fucking Tina right now I told myself again, Beth probably needs some attention, better me than some random man who she will run off with. I'd be doing Dan a favour really, I tried to convince myself, helping calm Beth down so I could warn him to cool it with Tina. "Do you approve?" she asked, knowing that I obviously did. My eyes were fixed on her perfect perky tits as her hands moved up to start to play with them and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Very much so. Even better than I remembered" I wanted more. I didn't even care anymore, I was going to fully exploit this position. Beth was clearly drunk and I could tell there was more I could get if I pushed her a little. I needed to exploit her anger about Tina "Dan is an idiot working late with this Tina, I'd be home early every night" shocking myself a little as I said it. "Urgh, fucking Tina. She sees more of him than I do these days and he texts her all the time". Little does she know, I thought. Beth started to pull her top back on. I reached out and stopped her. She was taken aback. "Don’t stop there. Take off your shorts" I commanded She was hesitant. "I don't know Oli..." "It's not like I haven't seen it before. And Dan’s with Tina. Take them off" She paused as she seemed to consider what to do. I remembered Dan telling me that Beth enjoyed being dominated, but that he wasn't really into it (what an idiot). “Do it” I said forcefully “You’re already playing with your tits for me”. She did as she was told. Her shorts dropped to the floor leaving only her lacy underwear on. It barely covered her pussy and had a visible wet patch. She stood paralysed as if not knowing what to do. The sight of the wet patch got me fully hard, obviously sticking outward in my jeans. "Your dick's hard" she said, sounding very proud of herself. "Your pussy's wet" I replied instantly. I stood up and pulled her into me, taking a handful of her tight petite arse. She didn’t pull away but rubbed her body up against my bulging crotch. I leaned in for the kiss and felt her tongue enter my mouth, pushing back against mine as she sucked on my bottom lip. Heaven. At that moment, my phone rang and broke the silence. It was Dan. We both looked at the screen and froze. I answered. Dan’s voice played out for us both to hear ... "Hey mate, sorry I'm late from work. Are you round there now? I'm on my way home, just dropping Tina off so should be 10 minutes" The sound of Tina's name seemed to unfreeze Beth. A feeling of guilt shot through me. As I continued the conversation on the phone Beth never broke eye contact with me. She bit her bottom lip as she redressed herself bending over to give me a full view of her ass as she pulled her shorts up. Her thong left nothing to the imagination and it took all my willpower not to bury my face into her petite little arse right there. "Ok mate, see you shortly" I hung up. "One more thing for the secrets list Oli" Beth whispered in my ear and kissed me on the cheek as she walked off into the lounge. "Dan’s just dropping Tina off" I wanted her to hear the name again as it seemed to spur her on. I followed her into the lounge. "How wet is your pussy right now?" "Oli... we can't... and Dan’s on his way home" she replied but I sensed the indecision in her voice. "You're wet aren't you?" I repeated. Beth froze. I stood over her as she lay on the sofa. "I can see you're hard nipples and I saw the wet patch on your underwear. You’re thinking about my dick" A half breathed whisper was all she could muster "Oli..." her cheeks blushed red. "You are turned on thinking about me. I make your pussy wet" She said nothing. Just nodding her head in agreement,. "Say it." I stared at her, my face deadly serious. "My pussy is wet for you". She bit her bottom lip. "Touch it for me" "Oli!" She protested "Dan is on his way home" "Well you had better hurry then" For a few second she paused, but her resistance crumbled and her hand slid down her skimpy shorts and wordlessly started to play with herself. "Tell me how wet you are" "Oh god!" She was already squirming on the sofa "I’m so wet for you" she managed to say in between ever increasing moans of pleasure. "You had better hurry and cum before Dan gets home". Beth's hand moved quicker and quicker. Her back arched and she started to moan. I felt my erection pressing hard against my jeans watching this perfect petite beauty finger fucking herself for me. She was in full throws of passion now and she moved her other hand to take her tits out again for me. Her fingers pinched at her nipple and her moans got more intense. "You want to see it?” I said standing over her, enjoying the show "Yes! Yes!" She moaned "Tell me you want it" "I want it soooo baaad!" She moaned. I pulled my rock hard dick out of my jeans and put the tip to her lips. She opened up and took the tip with her tongue. The feel of her hot wet mouth shot over me and she moved her tongue round the tip. The action pushed Beth over the edge, she let out a cry and her climax came over her. I could see the waves of pleasure wash over her and she spasmed back, releasing my cock from her mouth. As she lay on the sofa gasping I reached out to where her hand was still inside her shorts. I put my hand with hers and felt the warmth and wetness of her pussy, I put two fingers up inside her tight hole. She gasped and twitched as her orgasm ended. I could feel the lacy underwear on the back of my hand, it was soaked from where she had just cum. She looked up at me tentatively. "Something for the secrets list" I whispered in her ear. Removing my wet fingers from inside her, I brought them up to her mouth. There was no hesitation, Beth sucked her pussy juice off my fingers. Without breaking eye contact, she licked up and down, cleaning every drop of pussy juice. As Beth gladly sucked on my fingers I heard the door open and quickly moved to the opposite sofa, managing to just get my cock back in my jeans in time. Beth tidied herself up as best she could, managing to dress, grab her wine glass and straighten her hair before he came in the room. "Found a place to live for next week yet Oli?" Dan asked cheerily as he grabbed his own glass of wine and sat down on the sofa opposite me. Giving Beth a kiss on the lips, where my cock had been seconds before. "What's this?" Beth chipped in. As I was giving up mine and Janes flat for obvious reasons there was going to be a weekend where I was homeless before my lease on the new place started. "Ye, next weekend I'm going to be homeless until the new flat is ready. Was thinking about getting a hotel or something" "Nonsense" Dan said. "I've told you, you'll stay here. I'm heading to that conference Saturday evening anyway so Beth will enjoy the company". Beth blushed. I hesitated, waiting to see her reaction. "Don't be stupid. Of course, you will stay with us" Beth said. This was all the encouragement I needed. I protested weakly but quickly agreed, instantly planning what I could get away with then. Beth chatted with us for a few minutes then excused herself to go to sleep and I left 45 minutes after that, after getting a detailed account of Dan’s fuck session at the office. The entire taxi ride home all I could think about were the possibilities for the coming weekend. **** I got a text from Beth the next day saying that the night had been “a fun one off” and that she would see me at the weekend. I’d made a short polite reply, which seemed to draw a line under the whole thing. The rest of the week passed without note, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. The more I thought about it the less guilt I seemed to feel. Realistically Dan had been treating her like shit for years. I knew I was wrong but I had to get more. There was no point in kidding myself, I was going to try my luck again this weekend… My flat was very bare after Jane had moved all her stuff out and I had all mine in boxes. I packed it all up into my car for the weekend, waiting to be able to unload it I my new place on Monday. I turned up as Dan and Beth's house fairly late into the Friday evening. Dan greeted me in and said they were just about to start a film. I put my stuff into the spare bedroom and came into the lounge. Dan was sitting in the corner of one sofas facing away from where I sat and towards the Tv. Beth laid next to him, also facing the TV but with her legs spread out across the sofa in my direction. I took my seat in the opposite corner. There was a decidedly frosty atmosphere between the two of them and I sensed they had been fighting before my arrival. Dan must have told her the business trip is with Tina, I guessed. The dirty part of my mind couldn’t help but think that this would play into my plans, a pissed off Beth was likely to be far more receptive to them. Beth was wearing a light pink night dress which was quite short and showed off her petite figure. Definitely chosen for my benefit, at least I hoped. I found the film quite boring and soon my mind was drifting to the events of the previous Wednesday evening with Beth. I glanced up to where they were sat and noticed that I could see up Beth's night dress, I started to scheme. Her legs were slightly apart and I could see she was wearing red French knickers underneath. Beth was clearly bored with the film too as she was playing on her phone, barely paying any attention to the TV screen. I text her: -turn your phone to silent- BING! Went Beth’s phone, she shot me a flustered look and her cheeks blushed red. However, her hand moved to the side of her phone and turned the sound off. Dan barely looked up. I started typing into my phone again, Beth was now staring at me, transfixed on my typing. I couldn’t tell if she was nervous or excited. - you will do everything I say. Nod if you understand- She nodded her head. -Open your legs, pull your skirt up- Beth slowly opened her legs, trying to make it as subtle as possible. Her hand drifted down and lifted her skirt enough for me to get a full view of her red lace underwear. -Is your pussy wet for me again?- Beth looked shocked and her cheeks blushed even more. She hesitated, but nodded at me again. -Say you need the toilet, go upstairs, text me when you’re there- There was a hesitation again. “Think I…erm… I need to use the little girls room, I’ll leave you boys to your action films” she said, clearly flustered. Dan just grunted a response, transfixed on this crap film. Her text came through: I’m here. But I don’t know if this is a good idea Oli- I ignored her protests. She might be unsure but she wasn’t saying no. -Take those sexy red panties off and send me a picture to prove it- A minute passed, I started to worry I had pushed too far and she would refuse. But then the photo came through. Her red panties with clear darkening of the red colour over the front portion that was covered in her pussy juice, held in her hand with the shower in the background. -How can I be sure you haven’t put them back on? I need a photo to prove that your pussy is bare under that night dress- Less than 30 seconds passed and the second photo arrived. She had sat on the toilet and spread her legs wide. Her pink pussy spread open with her other hand as she had taken the selfie. You could see the glistening of her wet pussy juice in the photo. Above it a neat landing strip of black hair crowned her pussy, I felt the inevitable stirring in my jeans and knew that any resistance she had was fading fast. -Good girl. Now put the panties on the guest room bed and come watch the rest of the film- A minute later and Beth re-entered the room, looking even more flushed than before and resumed her seat next to Dan. “Think I need to use the loo as well now actually, excuse me guys”. I headed upstairs, straight to the panties laid out on my pillow. I picked them up and put them to my face, the smell was intoxicating and I licked the inside of the wet front. This was the point where I couldn't cope. I opened my jeans and wrapped the wet pants around my cock and slowly started to stroke it. With my other hand I got my phone out and filmed a 5 second clip- then sent it to her. -OMG!- was the instant reply -If you want more video then you need to send me some more pictures.- I typed with my free hand -I’m sat right opposite Dan, how can I?- -I know they are on your phone, Dan’s shows them to all the boys- Within seconds photos were coming through of Beth in various states of undress, tits out, bending forward to show off her ass, posing in front of the mirror in just some stockings. I sent through another video- I was getting close. Another photo came through. A selfie of her in bed wearing nothing but the red panties that were currently wrapped around my shaft. That was all I needed. I put my phone down on the bedside cabinet getting the angle just right before hitting record. I pulled the red lace off my shaft held them in front of me and a pumped my hand up and down as fast as possible. I felt it coming, moaning “oh Beth”. Shooting a big load that I caught in the already soaked panties. I sent the video through and went to clean myself up, flushing the toilet to keep up appearances. No reply yet, but the video had run to 1 minute 30 so she was probably stuggling to watch it all sat next to Dan. -Say you need a drink, go to the kitchen- I text her. I grabbed the cum soaked red panties and started to climb downstairs. I overheard Beth asking if Dan wanted a drink and standing up to go to the kitchen and we met in the hallway “do you want a drink Oli?” she asked, loud enough so Dan could hear. “Yeah, I will come give you a hand with them” I replied loudly. Then I whispered in her ear “good girl” as we walked into the kitchen. The kitchen door shut behind up and I pushed Beth against the counter, sticking my tongue deep into her mouth. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she dug her nails into my back “You want to taste my cum?” I asked in a hushed voice so it wouldn’t carry out of the room. “yes…” she whimpered back. I reached up and held out the soaked panties in front of her face. Without hesitation she opened her mouth and sucked hard on the cum soaked lace. I pulled them back and spread the fabric out flat and Beth started licking frantically whilst letting out small moans of pleasure. The site of her licking my spunk and her own pussy juices off those sexy panties was almost enough to make me cum again. Enough for tonight, I thought-I needed to save myself for tomorrow when we have the house to ourselves. “Put them back on” I told her. She slid the soaked underwear up her athletic petite legs and under her pink night dress bending over to give me a perfect view of them sliding over her tight arse. I grab her and pull her body into mine so I can whisper in her ear… “You’re my little slut now. Aren’t you?”. Beth nods. “No, I want to hear you say it” I pressure her. “I’m your little slut” she whimpers. “Good. Now let’s go watch the rest of the film”. We got the three drinks and headed back to the lounge. Dan was non-the-wiser and barely seemed to have registered our absence. Beth lasted barely 10 minutes before she made an excuse and went to bed. I stayed downstairs but sure enough 5 minutes later, received a picture. Beth in bed, nothing but her red lace underwear. These were pulled to one side, exposing her pussy which had a purple dildo disappearing into it. -This will have to do for tonight, but tomorrow you can have anything you want. Love from your slut xx- It took a great deal of will power to stay downstairs and watch the film, but I just about held on with the promise of the next day, watching the rest of the film with Dan. “excited about tomorrow with Tina?” I asked him “Shhh…” he looked around nervous, then gave a cheeky smile. “but yeah…” he whispered “…me and Beth had a big argument today. She accused me of sleeping with Tina!” “oh fuck, how’d she find out?!” “She hasn’t, just being paranoid. I obviously denied it and she accepted it in the end. but…. Fuck man… it’s just too close” “what are you going to do?” “I’m going to break it off with her at this conference.” “probably for the best” I agreed “Oh and Beth doesn’t know that Tina is coming to the conference tomorrow so don’t say anything. And if she asks you about anything then back me up ye?” “Of course man” We watched the rest of the film in near silence and headed to bed. I wondered if Beth did know and that was the reason we were doing what we were. I didn’t really care if I was a revenge fuck, I planned on cashing in whatever the cause. I knew I was going to have trouble sleeping that night anyway, but when I got to bed I found the purple dildo tucked under my sheets. I could still smell her pussy on it and I knew tomorrow would be special. Beth was about to find out what being my slut was really all about.

Audio Version

A Fuck Story I flew in from Adelaide on the afternoon fight, on a Thursday. By the time I’d collected my bags and taken a cab home from the airport, it was just after 5pm when I walked in my door. I had barely put my suitcase and overnight bag on my bed, and my laptop on the desk in my spare room, when my phone rang. The screen on my phone showed it was Debra, and I accepted the call. “Hey, Luke, it’s me,” she said, “Did you just get in from Adelaide?” “Yeah, just walked in the door,” I answered. “Can I come over and see you?” she asked, “I need to ask you a favour.” “What’s the favour?” I asked, knowing I’d probably say, ‘Yes,’ anyway. “I’ll tell you when I get there,” she said, “I’ll be there in twenty minutes, okay?” “Definitely,” I answered, “I’ll make coffee,” and she ended the call. There were two years between Debra and me. Debra was always one of those people who liked to push boundaries. When we were kids, she would climb the tallest tree on a dare, and one time when she was twelve, she jumped off the highway bridge into the middle of the river, just because someone said she wasn’t game to do it. Fortunately, she was always a good swimmer, or that could have ended badly. That’s the sort of person she always was. Debra grew to be a looker, with a face that was somewhere between, “chiselled,” and, “pixie,” with ash blonde hair, blue grey eyes, a cute figure, beautiful tits, nice butt, great legs. She got her first boyfriend in her last year of high school, and then she saw a couple of different guys over the next few years. When Debra and I finished high school, two years apart, we both took safe public service jobs, and we ended up in different branches of the same department. After a couple of years, we were even working in the same building, although on different floors. We saw a lot of each other at work on our breaks and in training sessions, and our branches shared resources, including the HR department. Our jobs were well paid, and we both got promoted early, and before long I put down a deposit on a small house, and Debra was renting an apartment a couple of suburbs away, as we settled into adult life. When Debra was about 22 years old, she met a guy called Todd, and before long, they moved in together into Debra’s apartment. I have to say, I liked Todd right from the beginning. He was funny, and smart, and we would sit around for hours, talking about football and cars and whatever, with Debra laughingly accusing us of having a, “bromance,” together, and stuff like that, but over time I began to wonder about him. Some things just didn’t always add up, but I just kept it to myself, because I didn’t want to rain on Debra’s parade. As for myself, I had a few girlfriends over the first few years after high school, but for the last year or so, I had been seeing a girl called Brooke, but just as I was deciding to try and take things to the next level, she dumped me, and said we weren’t, “going anywhere.” I hadn’t really gotten over that yet. I had turned 26 in July that year, and I was still a little bruised over losing Brooke, so I hadn’t started seeing anyone yet. I had just spent seven weeks in Adelaide, after being sent across to work on a project that my department was about to roll out over there, prior to a nation-wide launch, and I had been putting in a lot of long days. The overtime was going to come in handy, but I had only spoken to Debra once in that time when she rang me to talk about a Pacific cruise, so we had a lot to catch up on. A little after twenty minutes later, Debra was ringing my doorbell. When I answered, she looked like she had come straight from work, with her name badge on her blouse, and a skirt that was short enough to show off those legs, but still professional enough for the office. “Hey, stranger,” she said brightly, as she stepped in the door. She gave me a quick hug, and I said, “So, what’s this favour you want to ask me about?” but she she replied with, “Coffee first, then we can talk.” We walked to my kitchen and I made coffee, and we sat on opposite sides of my kitchen bench. Debra took a sip, and said, “First off, I’ll start with some news.” She made eye contact, and said, “It’s about Todd, I kicked him out last week. It’s totally over with him.” “What?” I said, as I felt my face fall, “Why? What happened?” “He was cheating on me,” she answered, “Turned out he was at it for months, and I didn’t have a clue.” “What did you do?” I asked, and she said, “I told him to fuck off.” “What’d did he do when you told him that?” I asked, and she answered with, “He fucked off,” like it was the obvious answer, but then she smiled and went on with, “But, that leads me to the favour I need to ask.” “Well, what’s the favour?” I asked, wondering where this was going. “It’s like this,” she started, “Todd and I had a week away all planned and paid for, the week after next, and it’s too late now to get a refund, so I thought maybe you could come with me. I thought you could take some of that leave you’ve got left over from last year. You told me HR’s been hassling you about it.” “Whereabouts were you going?” I asked. “It’s at the Sonnet Bay Resort, up on the Sunshine Coast,” she said, and I burst out laughing. “Sonnet Bay Resort?” I chuckled, “That’s the place that advertises all those romantic getaways, are you serious?” “Yeah, well they have sexy packages too, you know,” she said defensively, but she could clearly see the funny side. “That’s not what they advertise, though,” I said, “I mean, I’d be happy to go with you, if I can get the time off, but did you ask any of your girlfriends?” “Yeah, that’d be right,” she answered, “If I took any of my female friends, they’d spend the whole week talking about, ‘the breakup,” and she pulled a dramatic face when she said, “breakup,” and went on with, “It’d be like a fucking week long Royal Commission.“ “I get what you’re saying,” I said, smiling as I thought about it, “I could go and see Rachael from HR and ask about taking that leave she’s been on my back about,” and Debra added, “And I could ring the resort and get us changed to a room with two beds, no problems.” It all seemed like it was settled, and first thing the next day at work, I went to speak to Rachael from HR, and I asked her about taking some leave at short notice. She told me she should be able to get it approved by close of business that day, and true to her word, at 4.56pm, she rang me to say she had approval for me. All sorted. I rang Debra to tell her about my leave, and she said, “Well, I rang the resort today, and I spoke to a guy called Randy. He said he would change us to a two-bed room, so it’s all on track now.” It all seemed so simple. The next week at work went by, and on the following Sunday, as planned, Debra picked me up in a taxi, and we went to the airport. The flight to the Sunshine Coast took just over an hour, and then we got a shuttle bus to the resort. Things were going smoothly, until the attendant took us to our cabin, and we walked in and found there was only one king size bed. Debra looked at the guy, and said, “We were supposed to have a two-bed room.” The guy looked at his clipboard, and said, “I’m sorry, I’m not sure what’s happened, but this is the room you were booked for.” “No,” Debra told him, “I changed the booking on the phone.” “Who did you speak with?” the guy asked, like he knew what to expect, and Debra said, “Somebody called Randy.” The attendant sighed, and said, “Randy,” shaking his head. He looked at the bed, and back at Debra, and said, “Randy isn’t with us any more. He’s made this kind of mistake way too often, and we had to let him go.” Then he held up a hand and said, “But wait, I can fix this, I‘ll just ring the office and get you switched over to a two-bed cabin. Not a problem.” He walked across to the phone extension on the wall, and called the office. We could only hear half the conversation, but it didn’t sound promising. The guy hung up and turned to us with a sigh, and said, “We have a problem here. You see, this time of year is a kind of pre-holiday season, and we get a lot of families taking advantage of the off-peak rates. We’re fully booked out. I’ve got nothing to offer you.” He sighed again, and looked at the bed, then back at us. I looked around for a couch of something, but there were just two armchairs in the room, and I said, “What about a fold up bed or something? Can you bring one of those in here? I’d be okay with that.” “I’m afraid all our fold up beds are out at the moment, you know, with all the families staying here,” the guy said. There was a silence in the room as we all looked at the bed, and then Debra spoke up. “Well, it’s not like we don’tknow each other,” she said with a smile, “We can just share.” I saw an odd look cross the guy’s face as he looked back at the bed, and then at us, but he said, “Well, if you’re okay with that, but, if we get a cancellation or anything comes up, I’ll let you know straight away.” He looked at the bed again, and back at us, and added, “One final thing, though.” He pulled a credit card out of his pocket, and said, “Just to make up for any inconvenience, I’ll give you this.” He handed me the card, and said, “You can use this to pay for all your drinks, any meals that weren’t included in your original payment, and you won’t have to pay for a thing while you’re here. It’s the least we can do, in the circumstances.” I thanked him for the card, and his help, and he left the cabin, after telling us to enjoy our stay, but he looked at the bed again, as he said it. Debra and I were both silent again for a moment, as we both looked at the bed, but then she said brightly, “Well, I’m not going to stand here moping about having to share a bed, I’m going to go and have splash in the pool. I’ll just freshen up and put my bikini on.” “Okay, “ I said, “I might just go down and have a beer by the pool, I’ll see you down there.” I left the cabin while Debra changed, and I headed down to the pool. The resort was on the beach, with a short walk to the sand, but there was a swimming pool as well, with a bar next to it. There was nobody in the pool, but there was an older couple lying on banana lounges on the opposite side, and the lady had a hat over her face, like she may have been asleep. I got a beer from the poolside bar and sat in a deck chair, sipping the beer, and feeling the warmth and the gentle breeze on my face. This is going to be a good week, I thought to myself. A few minutes later, Debra came down from the cabin. She was wearing a peacock blue bikini, with a white diagonal stripe across the front, going down from her right hip, with matching stripes on the triangular bra cups, and even if it wasn’t the briefest bikini I have ever seen, it was showcasing her tidy figure, with some nice cleavage. My eyes involuntarily dropped to her pubic mound as she walked across to me, but I had sunglasses on, so she wouldn’t have seen. I also noticed the old guy across the other side of the pool having a good eyeful of her as well. Debra put her towel on the deckchair beside mine, and said, “I’m going to have a splash,” and she walked over and dived into the pool. I sat and watched her splashing around in the water, as I drank my beer, and then a few minutes later, she climbed out and came back over. She was dripping wet, and her bikini was clinging to her body and outlining her nipples as she walked over to me to get her towel and dry off, and it crossed my mind that Todd had really fucked up, throwing that away. His loss, I thought to myself. Debra and I spent the rest of the afternoon making use of the resort’s credit card at the bar, and splashing around in the pool between drinks. Neither of us got drunk, but Debra put away a few tequila sunrises during the evening, and I had a few well-spaced beers, before we went back to our room after dinner. We took turns getting changed for bed in the en-suite, and Debra came out, ready for bed, in a short and sexy pale pink lacy nightgown that buttoned up at the front from the waist up. I was just wearing ordinary summer pyjamas, and when I looked at the way she was dressed for bed, she giggled, and said, “I was expecting to have a romantic week away with Todd, so I bought a few things to wear. I may as well get some use out of them.” We both laughed, and I said, “Suit yourself,” as she climbed in on the right side of the bed, while I got in on the left. We must have both dropped off quickly, but the next morning, I was having an incredibly realistic dream that I was fucking my former girlfriend, Brooke, doggie-style, in her double bed in her apartment. Things were going great, and in my dream I felt like I was close to cumming, but then I woke up. I was lying on my left side, and incredibly, my cock was being stroked, but I wasn’t the one doing the stroking. I realised that Debra was lying behind me, and had her right hand in my shorts, rubbing my cock, and mumbling, “Mmm, Todd! That things is so-o hard, let me help you with that,” and, ”Mmmm, Todd, I love that hard cock of yours.” I should have stopped things right there, but after my dream, I was so close to cumming, I could hardly help giving in to the delicious feelings of pleasure washing through me, as Debra rubbed my hard cock from behind, lubricated with my own precum, and twisting her palm around the sensitive head, and I went right over the edge. My orgasm was amazing, and I must have jerked, or groaned, or maybe both as I spurted my load, but suddenly, Debra woke up fully, and she said, “What the fuck, Luke?,” as she jerked her cum-splattered hand out of my shorts, and sat up abruptly in the bed. “What the fuck?” she repeated “What were you doing?” I had to clear my throat to speak, but I rolled onto my back and I said, “I wasn’t doing anything, I just woke up and you were doing that.” I felt incredibly ashamed, but Debra was now sitting against the headboard of the bed, and she said, “Fuck! I was just giving you a hand job! And you let me keep on doing it!” “I’m sorry,” I said, feeling really ashamed of myself, but Debra was just looking straight ahead, and she shook her head, sighed, and again, said, “Fuck!” I don’t think I had ever felt so ashamed or awkward, but my shorts were full of cum, and I could feel it getting cold in my groin and pubic area, and I sighed a long sigh, and said, “I’d better have a shower.” “Yeah, you better,” Debra answered, looking away, and I got up out of the bed. As I walked across to the en-suite, I looked back to see Debra still looking straight ahead, but she made eye contact, and shook her head without speaking. I dropped my pyjamas on the floor and jumped in the shower, washing the cum off myself, and wondering what was going to happen after I finished. Had I fucked things up totally? I wasn’t looking forward to coming out of the en-suite, that’s for sure. While I was showering, Debra came in, and without looking at me, walked to the sink and washed her hands. Then, after she dried them, she turned to me in the shower recess, with the sort of facial expression and hand gesture that people make when they say, Seriously? but she didn’t say anything, and walked out. A few minutes later, I walked out of the en-suite, dressed in a bathrobe supplied by the resort, and Debra was lying on her side of the bed. She had her right hand holding the short lacy nightdress down between her legs, and she watched me coming out. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I waited for her to speak first. I expected her tell me I was some kind of pervert or something, but instead, she started with, “I’ve been thinking.” Here it comes, I thought, but Debra half-smiled, and said, “I think you owe me one.” I had no idea what that meant, so I said, “What are you talking about? I’m really sorry, I just woke up and you were, you know, doing that, and I couldn’t really help it.” I know,” she said, “but I think you owe me one, now, don’t you?” I kind of realised what she meant now, or at least I had an idea, but it was so far from what I would expect, that I said, “What are you trying to say?” “Well, I made you cum with my hand,” she said, smiling at me, “so I think you should do the same for me now.” I felt a cold wave of excitement passing through me, but I still had to ask, “Are you serious?’ “Yeah, I am serious,” she said, looking up at me from the bed, “I mean, I could do it myself, but I just did you, and maybe you could return the favour,” then she giggled, so I assumed she was just joking with me. “Look, I’m sorry,” I said with exasperation in my voice, “I don’t know what else I can say. I can’t change it.” “You don’t have to be sorry,” she said with another playful giggle, and a funny smile, “We both know it happened, but you could just do the same thing back to me, and we’d be even.” “I can’t believe this,” I said, shaking my head, and I made one of those gaspy sounds people make when they start to speak, but they realise they just don’t know what to say. I took a couple of steps across the room, closer to the bed, and said, “Do you really want me to do that?” “Yeah,” she said,“ like it was obvious, “It’s not like we’d be fucking each other or anything like that, just a little fooling around. I’m sure you know how.” I chuckled, and I felt another wave of excitement, but I had to ask, “How, though?” “Just like any other girl,” she answered. There was silence for a moment, as I thought about it, but Debra slid over to the left side of the bed, where I had slept, and she said, “You’re right handed, so get in on that side,” as she looked to her right. I stood for moment, looking at her in that sexy lace nightgown, emphasising the shape of her breasts, and barely covering her pussy, and a feeling of arousal went through me. I had to swallow, and I looked her in the eyes, waiting for moment, in case she burst out laughing, and said, “Fooled you!” or something, but she kind of gestured to the other side of the bed with a jerk of her head. “Ohh-kay,” said, a little hesitantly, and I sat on the side of the bed. This was uncharted territory, and I was caught between wanting to do this, but not knowing how to start. I mean, this was Debrah, and things like this just don’t happen. “Just do it like you would with any other girl,” Debra said, with an almost soothing tone in her voice, so I reclined on the bed, on my left side, and gently reached towards her pussy. There was more silence as I leaned over, but tried not to look directly at her crotch, feeling that I probably shouldn’t look there, but I felt for the nightdress, and then reached underneath. She had nothing on under it, and I felt her pubic hair, and the warmth from her pussy, then slippery wetness, as my fingertips reached her slit. Debra flinched slightly as my hand made gentle contact there, and I felt the slickness of her juices, while I continued ridiculously to avert my gaze from what I was doing down there between her legs. “You can look, you know,” Debra said, with a smile and a slightly breathy tone, just above whisper, “I know you’ve seen one before,” and I turned to look straight at what I was doing. She tugged gently at her nightdress, pulling it up a little, and for probably the first time in my life, her cunt was exposed to me, as I gently caressed her between her pussylips. I moved my finger very gently down to her entrance, and worked it just inside her, as Debra took a sharp intake of breath, and lifted her head back a little. She had her eyes closed, and her chest shuddered a little, as I finger-fucked her with shallow movements just inside her pussy. She swallowed, and said, “You’re good at this, Luke,” kind of breathing the words as she spoke. I was feeling excited myself, and I worked my index finger a little further inside her womanhood, feeling the ripples just inside with my fingertip. Debra made a little noise in her throat, took a deeper breath, and made a gentle moaning sound as I caressed her there, but I felt like I need to recline a little lower on the bed to make it easier on my arm. This took our faces closer, and as I gently fingered her pussy in that position, with Debra taking her shuddering breaths, she turned to me and kissed me on the mouth. She broke the kiss, and breathed, “Are you okay with that?” I could feel her warm breath on my face, and this seemed to make me even more excited. I had to swallow again, but I said, “Yeah, I mean, if you want to,” and she moved in and kissed me again, this time with her mouth a little more open, as I worked her oozing pussy with my hand. It was a very sexy kiss, and I started to get right into it, kissing back the way a man kisses a woman when they are about to fuck. Even so, the thought went through my mind that I was now enjoying full-on foreplay with Debra. We continued to kiss, hot and hard, for a moment or two, and I began to move my hand gently from inside her pussy, up between the slick wetness of her inner lips towards her clit. My instincts told me Debra was close to cumming, and I wanted to make that happen, and very gently, I worked my fingertip into the hood of her clit. She took another sharp, shuddering breath, as I began to move my fingertip in a tiny circular motion against her clitoris, and she broke our kiss, lifting her head back again. She bit her lower lip very gently, her chest shuddering and her whole body beginning to shake. “I think I’m really close, Luke,” she said, her voice wavering, as her chest shuddered, “I think I’m gonna cum.” She tilted her pelvis a little, pushing her pussy into my hand, wanting to make it happen, and then she reached around with her left hand, pulled my head towards her, and kissed me again, hot and sexy, like we were two lovers. I continued gently working her clit, keeping the pace constant, the way I had learned over the years with the women in my life. Then, Debra broke the kiss, and her eyes opened wider. “Ohh!, Ohh!, Oh, Luke! Ohhhh!!, she cried out in a voice an octave higher than usual, “Luke!! That’s beautiful!” She arched her back from the bed, and ground her pussy against my hand, owning this, riding it, taking all it had to offer, and then she closed her eyes, and seemed to relax on the bed for the briefest moment, until her chest heaved three more times. Then she relaxed, and lay back. “Ohh, my God!,” she said, in a voice just above a whisper, as she turned to me and pulled my face back to hers, and kissed me on the mouth, one more time. It was the kind of soft, warm kiss a woman usually gives her man after an intensely satisfying fuck. “Luke,” she said, taking another breath, swallowing, and going on in a breathless voice with, “I can’t believe you’re so good at that.” I withdrew my hand from her pussy, looking at the coating of her juices on it as I lay back on the bed, and I said, “I’m glad you liked it.” “Liked it?” she said, lying there, looking up at the ceiling, “I came so hard, I can hardly move.” She was still breathings a little heavily. “Well, you asked me to make you cum with my hand,” I said modestly, but stating the obvious. “I just had no idea you were going be so good at it,” she said, turning to look at me as she lay on her back. We both lay on the bed for a few moments, without speaking, as I thought about what I had just done, and then Debra said, “Well, that’s given me an appetite now, so I’d better get up and get showered, so we can have breakfast.” As she got up off the bed, I got a glimpse of her bare butt in the short, lacy nightdress, and it was pretty impressive, but she pulled her nightdress down as she walked across to the en-suite. I lay there a little longer, listening to the shower running, and thinking about what had just gone on. My own sister had ignited feelings of lust in me, and I contemplated the difference between simply acknowledging that she was a looker, and actually experiencing that kind of desire that I had just felt, as I played with her pussy. I put my hand over my face, and took in the sweetish tang of my sister’s cunt, and I even considered rubbing one out, but I knew there wasn’t time for that. Then, Debra came out of the en-suite, ready for the day, dressed in a short denim skirt and a pink tank top, with sandals. I changed quickly into shorts and a shirt, and a few minutes later, we headed down to one of the two restaurants at the resort. Debra walked a couple of steps ahead, and I looked down the sway of her hips in that short skirt, again thinking about the difference between knowing your sister was hot, and actually having lustful feelings as you played with her pussy. There were a few couples in the restaurant, some obviously lovers on a romantic getaway, and one or two family groups, and we sat and sipped our pre-breakfast coffee as we waited for our meals to be brought over. We talked about how we might spend the rest of the day, and Debra went quiet for a moment or two, with a kind of Mona Lisa smile. Them, she leaned across the table, and said very quietly, “You know, there’s nothing like a shattering orgasm to set you up for the day,” and she giggled. “Careful,” I said, looking around the room. “Nobody knows us, Luke,” she said, with a mischievous smile, “for all they know, you could be my boyfriend, or husband. We’re six hundred miles from home, and nobody knows who we are.” I just laughed. Debra and I spent the rest of the day by the pool, sipping on drinks at the resort’s expense, with a visit down to the beach in the afternoon. Before we went down there, Debra changed into her blue bikini again, and before we left the cabin, she asked me to put sunscreen on her back. I smoothed it on her shoulders and back, and I could see down her bikini top, with those lovely tits on display, as I rubbed the lotion on her smooth, soft skin. I was enjoying the feeling of running my hands over her, and my dick started to harden. I probably took longer than I needed to do it, but Debra said, “You’ve got a nice gentle touch, Luke,” and then she looked at me and added, “but I already knew that, didn’t I?” with a little giggle. I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept gently smoothing the sunscreen on her soft skin. Later that evening after a lazy day, after making use of the resort’s credit card in the bar, Debra and I walked back to our cabin and got ready for bed. I changed into some boxers and a white T-shirt, after cumming in my pyjama shorts in the morning, and I sat in an armchair and waited while Debra took a quick shower and changed in the en-suite. She came out, wearing her sexy pink lace nightdress again. I felt a rippling wave of desire going through my belly as she walked across the room, but I just went in to brush my teeth without saying anything. When I came out, I noticed Debra had gotten in the right side of the bed, where I had slept last night, so I flicked off the room light and got in on the left. The room was now just dimly lit from the bedside light on Debra’s side of the bed. We both lay there for a moment without speaking, and then Debra turned on her right side to face me. “Remember what we did this morning?” she asked. “I could hardly forget that,“ I answered with a smile, turning to her, wondering if she wanted to do it again, and kind of hoping, really. “Do you wanna do it again?” she said, with a mischievous tone. “Okay,” I said, “If you want to.” I kept my tone of voice neutral, but I really wanted to do this. “Well, it was a fun the first time, so why not?” she answered. She moved a little closer, and placed her left arm across my chest, and added, “I mean, it’s not like we’d be fucking or anything, so it’s just a little fun, we’re both grownups, and we’re a million miles from home.” “Well, who goes first?’ I asked. “You decide,” Debra answered. She still had a mischievous, playful tone. “It was your idea, so how ‘bout I do you first?” I asked, although I was now very keen to get a hand job from Debra, and my cock was starting to harden at the prospect, as I felt the oily feelings of arousal stirring in my gut. “Okay,” she said brightly, and she threw the covers back with her left hand, but she still remained on her right side. Even after her invitation, I was a little hesitant as I reached over with my right hand, and put it between thighs, feeling her smooth skin just below her pussy. She pulled at her nightdress, exposing herself to me from her navel down, and the sight of her neat triangle of pubic hair sent a hot wave of excitement through me. Even though I was looking down towards her pussy, I could see she was looking at my face, as I gently moved my hand up between her thighs until I felt her pussy lips, warm on my hand. Neither of us spoke. I moved my hand gently, and her lips seem to part, and I felt the warm slickness of her juices, as she flinched slightly. Then, I turned my hand to slide my index finger between them, probing further into her oozing pussy. Debra took a shuddering breath, and said, just above a whisper, “Is kissing still okay?” “Yeah, definitely,” I said, wanting to kiss her myself, but unsure if that was going too far, and she shuffled a little closer, and kissed me gently in the mouth as I fondled her pussy with my right hand. It was a very gentle kiss, the kind of kiss that lovers enjoy at the start of proceedings, before things get hot and heavy, but then she followed up with a longer and more open-mouthed kiss. I kissed back, loving the feel of my mouth on hers, and tasting her warm breath, which only fanned my own desire for more of this. I had now worked my finger down to the opening of Debra’s pussy, and I pushed it in just a little, watching her reaction, as I penetrated her. She took a little intake of breath, and sighed gently, before kissing me again, holding the kiss and moaning into my mouth as I started to finger-fuck her. I was using short, gentle strokes, treating her pussy like a precious artifact, as our kissing became more intense, but Debra moved her left hand down and placed it on mine, urging me to go deeper inside her. I took her cue, and entered her further, feeling the snug wetness of her birth canal, now turning my finger slightly as I moved it in her. Debra began to undulate her hips in time with my hand movements, and her breathing was becoming deeper, as the scent of her aroused pussy became evident. Debra swallowed, and whispered, “That feels amazing, Luke, you really are good at this kind of thing,” but I had no answer for that, so I just moved in and kissed her sweet mouth, basking in the sweet pleasure of our lover’s kiss. I had a feeling that Debra was close to coming now, and all I needed to do was take her over the edge, so I began to work my finger out her pussy, still finger-fucking, but moving out further with each stroke. Debra instinctively pushed herself intro my hand, as though she needed the waves of pleasure that were coursing through her, and she wanted my hand to stay there and keep working her tight little cunny, but I wanted to give her clit some attention. Debbra took another deep, shuddering breath, and she made eye contact, with what almost appeared to be concern, as though I was withdrawing the source of her intense pleasure before she was finished enjoying it, but I moved in to kiss her for reassurance, as I worked my hand up towards her clitoris. Our tongues met in the hot sexy kiss, as I bladed my hand and moved it up between her inner lips to her pleasure centre. She seemed to catch on to what I was doing, and she closed her eyes and swallowed, as a shudder went through her entire body. “I think I know what you’re doing,” she whispered, “and I think I’m gonna cum so hard when you start,” she added in a voice that was a little louder, then she swallowed, shuddered again, and said, “I can’t believe you’re so good at this, Luke,” and then took another long, shuddering breath. My hand was now against the hood of her clit, with my fingers trailing down between the slickness of her inner lips, and I very gently moved it around so my first two fingers were touching her there. I began that slow, gentle circular motion against her clitoris with my fingertips, and Debra breathed the words, “Oh, God, Luke, ohh my God!" as she closed her eyes and lifted her head back a little. I said nothing, but Debra went on in her whispered voice with, “Just a little more, Luke, just like that,” as she swallowed and shuddered again, adding, “Just a little more.” I changed the angle of my hand slightly, so the pads of my two fingertips were touching her right in her special place, and suddenly, Debra’s face looked like she was about to cry, but her eyes were still shut, and she said, no longer in a whisper, “Luke! Luke! Oh, God, Luke! That’s it! Ohh, God!!,” Debra made a long, moaning sound, and her entire body shook, and she pushed her pelvis into my hand, taking all this orgasm had to give, and then with a long sigh, she relaxed on the bed. She had a kind of surprised expression for the briefest moment, but then she said, “I can’t be-lieve you’re so good at that.” She moved in to kiss me again, hot and hard, with her left hand pulling my head closer to hers. Debra broke the kiss and said, “You can make me cum harder than any other guy I’ve ever known. Who knew?” I chuckled quietly, and said, “I just picked it up as I went along, I guess. Never had any complaints, though.” “Just wait until I get back to normal, and then you’re next,“ she said, and then she turned to lie flat on her back in the bed, looking up at the ceiling. I looked at my hand, coated with Debra’s pussy juices, and I thought about having a taste, but I wasn’t sure what she’d think, so I wiped it down the sheet. My cock was now rock hard, with my own feelings of desire off the scale, and I leaned over and helped myself to a deep, sexy kiss. Again, Debra used her left hand to hold my head in place until she was ready to break the kiss, and she made eye contact, and said, “Now, it’s your turn.” She climbed over me on the bed, and the front of her negligee fell open as she moved across, giving me a brief view of her beautiful breasts, and she could see I was looking, but she said nothing. She stepped off the bed on my right side, and knelt on the floor, stroking my hard cock through my shorts with her right thumb and forefinger. “Mmmm, she said, “you are hard, Luke.” Debra reached into the fly of my shorts, and pulled out my rigid cock, and she looked at it for moment. “Oh, Luke,” she said, “I never knew you had such a beautiful cock!” I had never seen my own dick as anything special, but it was rock hard and ready to party, so I just said, “I never thought of it that way,” with a little chuckle. Debra replied with, “It’s just a beautiful cock, so straight, and so perfectly shaped,” as she stroked it again along its length with her thumb and finger, making me flinch as she did so, and then she curled her fingers around it, looking at it appraisingly, and added, “The things I could do with this.” She sighed, and then used her palm to smear the precum oozing from my cock onto it, and then slid her hand down the length of my cock. The feeling was incredible, and I shuddered as it went through me. My breath caught, and Debra seemed encouraged by my response, and she began to wank me with her right hand from her kneeling position, looking intently at my cock as she rubbed it. Every few strokes, she would smear more of my precum down the sides, and I was beginning to shudder with ecstasy. Debra went on with her expert work for a few more moments, and she stopped stroking my cock, and then leaned forward, moistening her lips. She looked like she was going to go down on me, but she paused, inches from the head of my cock, and looked at me. ”Are you okay if I have little taste?” she asked, looking back at me. I just nodded, because I could barely speak, and I had to swallow before I could get a word out anyway. “Yeah, ahh, that’d be great, “ I managed, barely believing that my own sister wanted to suck my cock, and Debra leaned down and started out by gently kissing the shiny, swollen head. Then, she kissed it again, but this time she held the kiss and used her tongue to probe at my piss slit, and then took just the head into her mouth. The soft warmth of her mouth and tongue on the head of my cock was exquisite, as she worked it gently, lovingly, like it really meant a lot to her. Then, Debra stopped, lifted her head, and looked at me. “I want to kneel on the bed, can you move over?” and I shuffled to my left to give her room. She knelt on the bed on my right, and bent down, placing her mouth back onto the head of my rigid cock. She repeated her mouth and tongue action on just the head for a moment or two, and then began to work my cock deeper into her mouth. In her kneeling position, head down like that, with my cock in her mouth, her short, sexy negligee was pulled up, so her bottom was now exposed, although I could not really see it because of our positions. Just the sight her thighs in that position, and the side of her bare bottom, was enough to give me that roller coaster feeling of arousal, and I reached over and gently caressed her left buttock with my right palm. The skin on Debra’s bottom was firm and smooth, and I worked my hand between her legs, feeling first the warmth from her cunt, and then the slickness of her pussy. I found her opening with my long finger, and I worked it inside her, as she continued to suck my cock with gentle, loving strokes of her head. The feeling of her mouth on my cock was incredible, and I realised that she was probably going to make me cum any time now, so I thought I should let her know. “Deb,” I said, having to swallow before I could continue, “I think I’m going to cum before long,” and I had to swallow again, adding, “Just letting you know.” My voice wavered as I got the words out, but I wanted to give her the choice of whether to take my load in her mouth. She said nothing, but she lifted her left hand off my belly, like a signal that it was okay, and actually took my cock deeper inside her mouth. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last, but it was only a matter of time before she was due for a mouthful of my cum. I had my finger right inside her pussy now, and I stroked her gently in there for a moment or two, as she attended to my hard cock with her mouth, and I decided I wanted to taste her. I withdrew my hand, and brought it to my face, first taking in the sweetish tang of the scent of her pussy juice, and then placing my finger in my own mouth. The taste alone took my arousal up a notch, and after a couple of long strokes of her head, Debra turned to look at me and said, “Did you like that?” I nodded, and took a shuddering breath, as the delightful sensation of Debra’s lips on my cock faded. “Definitely,” I answered after a moment, but my voice sounded raspy, so I had to clear my throat. Debra seemed to be thinking for a couple of seconds, as she looked at my rampant cock, inches from her face, and she took a deep breath, sighed, and then said, “How would you feel about tasting me properly? Like, doing each other together?” She paused, waiting for my reply, and added helpfully, “I could get on top.” I was so excited, I could barely speak, but I said, “Yeah, okay, I like the sound of that.” I couldn’t help smiling. “Let’s get these shorts off, then,” Debra said, and she took hold of the waist band at my hips, and I lifted my pelvis off the bed as she slipped them down my legs, and dropped then on the floor at the foot of the bed. My cock was now fully exposed to Debra, and again she looked at it with, with desire in her eyes as she took a deep breath. She leaned forward, and climbed over me, turning to kneel across my chest with her back to me, and then bent down towards my cock, shuffling her shapely butt towards my face. We were now in the sixty-nine position, and Debra’s thighs were bent forward at her hips, and back at her knees, pulling her pussy and vulva wide, inches from my own face. The most private parts of Debra's body were open and exposed to me, anus, cunt, clit, and the pouting opening of her pussy, and she was inviting me to taste her there, and to explore these intimate parts of her beautiful body with my own mouth and tongue. I started out by just taking it all in for a brief moment, as I gently inhaled the sexy scent of Debra’s pussy. I put my hands on her hips, and hugged her bottom to myself, burying my face in her open pussy, feeling the humid warmth, and her pubic hair on my chin. I kissed her gently on the opening of her pussy, and then I drew my head back and kissed on her left inner thigh. I turned again to kiss her opening a second time, but this time I held the loving kiss, and used my tongue to probe just inside, tasting the very walls of her cunt. I scooped some of her nectar into my mouth, and spread it inside so I could taste it properly, and then I rolled my tongue, and began to gently tongue-fuck her. I heard a low moan come from her as I did that, feeling it on my cock as well, and then she flinched all over. Debra tensed her back muscles, pushing her pussy a fraction further into my face, as though inviting me to continue with my exploration down there, so I used my hands to lift her hips a little, so I could move my mouth further towards her clit. I moved my tongue between her inner lips, and scooped more of her sex fluids into my mouth. Debra’s cunt was oozing, and my mouth and chin were now coated in her warm, succulent juices. The more I tasted Debra’s pussy, the more I wanted, and as the tip of my tongue passed over her urethra, I tasted the extra tang there, as I dabbed at it with the very tip of my tongue. I drew my head back a little, just to inhale Debra’s intimate scent again for a moment, and then I worked my mouth down to her clit. Meanwhile, Debra was giving my cock more of those gentle, loving strokes, with a little of her own tongue action to add icing to the cake. I think she had worked out how to keep me just below the boil, and wanted to make this last, and as keen as I was for my own happy ending, I wanted to make her cum with my own mouth first, before I pumped my load into her mouth. I had always loved making a woman cum in my face, and the fact that it was my sister was going to make it even better. I worked my lips onto her upturned clit, and used my tongue to probe at the underside, as I very gently sucked at her clitoral hood. My lips were liberally coated with her juices, and it only took a few moments of working her clit like this before she started to undulate her hips, riding waves of pleasure as I worked her pussy. Debra’s whole body was starting to shake, and I felt like she was close to cumming, and it seemed we were probably going to cum together in our six-nine position, but then Debra’s body shook a little harder, and lifted her head from my cock. “Luke,” I heard her say down there, as I felt her breath on moistened penis, “Just wait a second.” Now? I thought, but I didn’t say that, in case I ruined the moment. I released her clit from my lips, and I had to clear my throat again before I could speak. “Okay,” I answered, although I felt a little disappointed that she had wanted to stop what we were doing when we were both so close. “I’ve got an idea,” Debra said, and again, I answered, “Okay,” because, what else could I say? Debra sat up, and turned to face me, and kneeled back down to straddle my waist. I was unsure what she was doing, and she didn’t speak, but she held my eye contact. She was breathing a little heavily, and had a look of concentration on her face. She bit her bottom lip gently, as though she had made a decision and was following it through, and to my surprise, she lifted herself a little and reached back, taking hold of my rigid cock, guiding to her pussy, and sitting back on it. I felt my cock sliding into the snug, inviting slickness of her vagina, and when I had entered her completely, she looked at me, but said nothing. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, barely believing it was happening. “I’m sure, but what about you?” she said, still not moving. “I thought we were just gonna fool around,” I said, with a kind of chuckle in my voice. I wanted to fuck her, but this was a big step. “We’ve come this far,” Debra said, “and nobody will ever know.” She flinched her pelvis just the slightest fraction, but did not make any other move. Her pussy would have moved barely millimetres on my cock, but the feeling was fantastic, then she squeezed her pussy, tightening her cunt muscles. “Your move,” she said, smiling suggestively. I could feel my cock dribbling precum into Debra’s pussy. We were already exchanging body fluids, and I matched her tiny pelvic flinch, but said nothing. “I’m safe,” Debra said, “I kept taking my pills after I kicked Todd out, so we can do this.” She gave another little flinch of her pelvis, then held still. “You could cum in me, Luke. It’ll be fine.” I drew my cock back a little inside her, again barely millimetres, and Debra bent down, impaled on me, and kissed my mouth, and then with her face inches from line, she said quietly, “Let’s just fuck, Luke, I know you want to, and I know I want to, let’s just do this.” Then, she whispered, “You’re already inside me.” Her negligee was now hanging open as she bent down like that, and her tits were on display again. Even with my cock buried to the hilt inside my sister, weighing up whether to go further, I still had a look at her beautiful tits, and Debra saw me, and smiled. She undid the buttons at the front of her negligee, and pulled it open, so her tits spilled out, completely uncovered. “Do you like them” she asked. “Of course,” I answered my own voice barely above a whisper. Debra’s tits weren’t big, but they were perky, rounded, and beautifully shaped, her pink nipples swollen with arousal. “What would you like to do with them?” she asked, smiling because she probably already knew. “I’d bury my face in them,” I answered, truthfully. “Do it while we’re fucking,” she answered, “Your cock is already buried in my pussy, so your face can be buried in my tits.” She moved her pelvis again, this time a little more than before, and that was it. The decision was made. I was going to fuck her, right there. I placed my hands on her hips, and I moved upwards inside her pussy, but only gently, and Debra tilted her own pelvis to get us perfectly lined up. I saw the look of satisfaction on her face, as she adjusted herself for full penetration, and took my hard cock all the way inside. I started with long, slow thrusts, holding her by the hips, as we looked into each other’s eyes, saying nothing, just enjoying the moment. Then, Debra bent down and kissed me, open mouthed, hungrily. It was a lovemaking kiss, and we held it for a moment, and then she broke the kiss, and drew back slightly. She put her hand under her right breast, and lifted it towards my mouth, offering it to me as we fucked. I put my mouth on her nipple, and used gentle suction to hold it in place, and Debra tilted her pelvis a little to adjust for her new position. I could feel my cock going deep inside, and the snug walls of her cunt were holding me in a loving embrace as I moved in her. I released Debra’s nipple from my mouth, and she kissed me again, our mouths open, tongues touching, fuelling each other’s desire. Then, we broke the kiss, and Debra took a deep, shuddering breath, and sat back up. “I think we need to get serious,” she breathed, and as I pushed my cock up inside her, she began to rock her own pelvis on it. I took her hint, and I began to fuck her in short, rapid strokes. The pleasure just seemed to ramp up in me as I started to fuck Debra harder and faster, and she went back to meeting me stroke for stroke with her own pelvis, taking my cock right inside. We were both breathing heavily, and as my cock started going deeper with each thrust, Debra started making an, “Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!!” sound with each thrust. I knew she was close, and I wasn’t going to be far behind. Debra was only moments away from taking my load in her pussy, and not in her mouth as I had expected only a few minutes earlier. “Give it to me, Luke!” she cried, “That’s the way!” and I tightened my grip on her hips, so there was no lost movement, as I continued my short stroke thrusting inside her. I could see the sheen on Debra’s skin from her film of sweat in the dim light from her bedside lamp, and while my attention was focused entirely on fucking her, I was aware of her shadow on the wall, moving in time with our intense thrusting. We were both breathing heavily, but as Debra’s orgasm approached, her breath was coming in shuddering gasps. “I’m gonna cum,” she announced, then swallowed, took another gasping, shuddering breath, and added, “Luke, I’m gonna cum!” “Just do it,” I replied, my own voice strained as I kept up my thrusting, “Go for it, Deb!” Debra closed her eyes, and looked like she was about to cry, then lifted her head back, her breathing now ragged, her body shuddering, and she began to rock her pelvis even faster, riding my cock, making it happen for herself. “Ohhhh!” she cried, “Luke, it’s so good, Oh, God, Luke, Ohhh, ohhh, OOOHH!!” as her pussy began to contract in rippling waves around my thrusting cock, igniting my own orgasm. I felt an explosion of pleasure, and I rode a pulsing wave of ecstasy as I pumped my cum into Debra’s eager pussy. I heard myself groan, but I was barely aware I was doing it, lost in blissful release, but I kept thrusting until I knew Debra’s own orgasm was over. I felt Debra relax on top of me, and she lay on my chest, and then kissed me on the mouth. It was a short, sweet kiss, and she shuddered as our mouths parted, and still be breathing heavily, she said, “Oh, God, Luke, that was awesome.” “Just let me get my breath back,” I answered, swallowing, and adding, “It was fantastic.” My cock was still inside her, and I felt it contracting a little, but I reached up to place the palm of my hand on her bare buttocks. “I want to keep you in there as long as I can,” Debra said, her face inches from mine, “but I’m pretty sure we’ll be doing that again.” She kissed me again, and added, “I just never imagined you could fuck like that, Luke.” “I never imagined you’d find out, either,” I chuckled. I felt my now flaccid cock flopping out of Debra’s pussy, followed by a gush of warm liquid on my balls, and Debra said, “Well, all good things come to an end,” and she climbed off me, and lay on her side of the bed, facing me. Debra sighed, and said, “You know, I was expecting to spend the week getting my brains fucked out, and then I broke up with Todd, and I thought that was it.” I turned to look at her, but I said nothing, and she went on with, “But now it looks like I’m gonna fuck all week anyway.” She started to giggle, and then I had a little chuckle as well. “Well, I’m happy to help,” I said, with another chuckle. I looked at Debra, lying next me in the bed, freshly fucked, with her negligee pulled up, exposing her pubes and her pussy, her beautiful breasts spilling out from where she had undone her buttons, and I added, “ I think this is going to be a pretty good week.” “Well, we’ve still got six days to go,” Debra said, “and I think we’ll find plenty of ways to amuse ourselves.” Debra turned and switched off her bedside lamp, and we lay there in the dark, talking quietly for a few minutes, until we dropped off to sleep. Six hundred miles from home, in a place where nobody knew us. Our story. 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