Ashley Ch. 02

A sniffle.

It wasn't any sniffle. This one came from my princess. My baby girl, my darling sister.

A sharp pain stabbed at my heart. The cruel anguish of tears pierced me through my shirt.

I made my Ashley cry.

How did it come to this? I solely wanted to please the woman who's made me the happiest guy on the planet. She should've been enjoying the same sensations I've experienced, not shedding tears. She should've been in ecstasy, not sadness.

Ashley burrowed her damp cheeks in my rib area, her right hand reaching across my chest and clasping my shirtsleeve. I tried lifting her chin to console her directly, but touching her only made her sob more. I snapped my hand back, afraid of making her condition any worse. All I could do was sit there and listen to my sister cry away her woes.

An eternity passed and the world spun out of control. My body remained motionless as I contemplated the ghastly situation. Despair, confusion, and a hundred other terrible emotions consumed me. I had never felt so hopeless before. For the first time in my life, I didn't know how to help my sister. It'd always been as simple as picking her up from school, or assisting her with the chores. But this sorrow... it was more than I could endure.

I felt Ashley pull on my shirt, using it to dry her tears. Her trembling body grazed my side as she embraced me more securely; her whimpers fused with her sniffles. Despite her timidness to my touch, she ached to be closer to me.

And then I finally understood what she demanded of me. I couldn't believe how stupid I was for taking so long to realize it. If Ashley needed to cry, I shouldn't have been trying to stop her. I should've been letting her. She told me exactly what I needed to do and now she's waiting for me to make my move.

Hastily, I wrapped my left arm around Ashley's waist and yanked her over my lap. The momentum sent us plummeting onto my back. She writhed further up my chest, smearing her bosom against me, but kept her eyes away from mine. I traced the curves of her flawless body with my fingertips as she lay on me. Her trembles weakened with each passing of her ribs. I nudged the sides of her soft breasts with my thumbs on each upstroke. The pain in my heart perished when I could no longer hear her weeping. Our heartbeats drummed excessively, clearly. They echoed as one.

It wasn't my touch Ashley cowered from; she simply didn't want me to see her cry. What she genuinely required from me was my caress, for me to hold her in my arms. I didn't think it was possible for my sister to yearn for me as much as I've yearned for her. My infatuation had never torn me up so gravely as to be unable to survive a night without her endearment. This feeling of being truly needed was completely new to me. I made a promise to myself from that night onward to always leave my door open when she isn't by my side.

At last, I found my voice. "Ashley, I will never get tired of you, I swear it. That will never, ever happen. I wouldn't have poured out my soul to you if I weren't devoted to everything I have said. Please, trust me."

Ashley raised her flushed cheeks from my shirt. With an exhausted breath, she heaved her face above mine. The hot air flowing from her mouth tingled my lips. Remnants of her tears left a twinkle in each of her eyes. She looked so vulnerable, honest, and infinitely pretty. Her lips floated closer and I unsealed mine in preparation. Affectionately, she whispered, "I do trust you. I always have." Her head fell past my mouth, pressing our cheeks together. She whispered into my ear, "To prove it, I want you to be the first to feel me."

This was more like it. The evening had taken an unexpected detour but it was now veering safely back on track. Ashley was offering herself to me and I was willing to enrapture her in every way imaginable. There was one tiny concern, however; Ashley would be the first to let me.

My sister towered over my beating chest, her right hand wiping away the last of her tears. She slowly inched her fingers down her cheek... breasts... midriff... Its descent ended above the bowtie that was keeping her pants around her waist. Slowly, she pulled on one of the strings, but stopped before it could become undone. "Would you like to undress me?"

"Yes." It took all my effort to pronounce that single word.

Ashley scooted off my stomach to the opposite end of the swing. She leaned back on the armrest with her bent knees apart, and a hand patting her private area. Anxiously, I crawled between her legs, not once taking my eyes away from my treasure. The hand over her crotch vanished from my sight when I shoved her knees further apart.

My hands crept along her thighs and calves, savoring every second of this magical night. Ashley was giving me a present greater than anything that could be wrapped and stashed under a tree. She watched with attentive eyes as I prepared to open my gift. I hovered over her womanhood, pinching each thin string of her pajamas. "This is it," I thought. "I'm going to see my first pussy."

Up till two days ago, very few of my dreams had actually come true. The ones that did were things millions of other people have already accomplished, like making it to college or getting a car. Yet the many dreams I've assumed would never come to fruition, the ones involving Ashley, were soon becoming a reality every day. This was another one of my dreams coming true.

With a swift tug, the bow unraveled into two separate strands. Ashley and I inhaled sharply as her pants loosened. I grabbed the sides of the garment as she raised her butt off the cushion. Fluently, I began to slide it down her hips, catching a glimpse of black lace in the process. The pajamas slid to her knees, her underwear now fully in view. I took a breather to marvel at my sister's sexiness. Her panties were something right out of an expensive lingerie catalog. The exquisite embroidery, coupled with her pajamas, made for a bizarre pairing. Adorable and young on the outside, provocative and mature on the inside.

"Do you need help?" Ashley wondered, propping herself up on her elbows.

"No, I can do this. You're so beautiful."

She smiled and relaxed her arms as I pulled her pants to her ankles. Carefully, I lifted her left foot and slid it through the sleeve. Then I did the same to her right foot. Casting her pajamas behind me, I admired my sister for the hundredth time that day. Only one word came to mind: wow. And I meanwow, like "winning the lottery" wow, or "first person on the moon" wow. Ashley, the jewel of all of my fantasies, lay clad in a prim blue tee and devilish black thong, both of which did nothing to conceal her shapely curves.

I craned my head to her panties, memorized by the sweet scent between her thighs. The fabric, although extravagant, was very flimsy, and the flower tapestry failed to cover her most private of areas. Through the transparent material, I could see the lips of her leaking hole.

Ashley wriggled her butt, startling me a teensy bit. "You're breathing on my pussy."

"Sorry," I replied, predicting I had done something wrong.

"Don't say that. It feels good."

"Oh," I muttered. It was a relief knowing I didn't mess up. Her crevice had me completely captivated.

Requiring a closer look, I leaned forward till I was lying on my stomach, my eyes at the perfect height to examine her pussy. I've seen pussies from every source of porn known to man, but this one wasreal. It belonged to my sister, the girl I cherish so much, and that made it special.

As much as I desired to see it bare, I was more intrigued to see how Ashley would react with her clothing still on. I reckon it's another fetish of mine; sex is just more exciting to me when the partners are still dressed. The disheveled garments, the rush of getting off so great no time could be wasted in undressing, the way a playful shirt can accentuate the innocence of a girl in heat. There will be a time and place for frontal nudity, but this wasn't it.

I gently tapped Ashley's mound with two fingers, a bit of moisture clinging to my skin. She didn't wince a muscle. Instead, she looked down between her breasts to see what I was up to. I applied my left thumb forcibly to her pussy, the tip scarcely entering her slit. Brushing her labia, I elicited a soft moan from my sister.

With my other thumb, I pried the fabric of her thong until I encountered a protruding nub. Taking this to be the hood of her clit, I rubbed it in small ovals, barely applying any pressure. More moans came from a lust-filled Ashley. She got considerably warmer in a heartbeat.

"Take it off," she purred.

I was hoping to leave her panties on for a while longer, but if that was what she wished for, then I was more than wiling to obey. Hooking the straps of her underwear, I began to tug the moist clump of lingerie down her toned thighs, her vagina miraculously unveiled to my probing eyes. A clean triangular patch of blonde hair resided above her puffy, pink lips. It looked like it might've been trimmed, but considering how perfect my darling is, maybe it just grew that way.

I brought my thumbs back to her lovely pussy. There is no better way to learn how to please my sister than to experiment first-hand. I studied every fold of skin as if my high school graduation had depended on it. The way her lips swelled when I parted them left me awestruck. The juices seeping onto the mattress smelled heavenly and addictive. The contractions of her tiny opening made me wonder how a cock was supposed to fit inside of her.

Ashley's feet bore down on my shoulders, encouraging me to do more to her sensitive body. I crawled closer, her feet now beneath my armpits. My head wavered an inch above her vagina, and I blew air onto it through my teeth. I rubbed arcing circles around her labia with my thumb, abiding my time to take the final plunge.

A hand latched onto the back of my head. "Oooh Tiger, you're driving me crazy."

"Sorry," I said to her pussy.

Ashley didn't seem to notice; her eyes were closed. "Don't say that."

"You smell nice."

"Then come closer." My sister mashed my head into her crotch, her pubic hair titillating my nose. So much for abiding my time.

She eased the tension, allowing me to regain control. Cramped beneath her legs, I removed my left hand from her slit and found a comfortable home for it on her belly. I prodded her tiny belly button with my thumb. The corner of Ashley's gaping mouth curled as I darted my tongue out and licked her exterior folds, tickling her in two spots at once.

My sister flexed her butt in response, jutting her groin into my face. She lewdly begged, "Go deeper. Lick everything."

Being so close to her, I had trouble seeing much of anything under the dim lights. My head blocked what little glow there was. That couldn't stop me from feeling my way around her vagina, however. I lowered my thumb from her hood and pushed apart her lips. My tongue delved into the pulsing orifice. Her cries of indulgence were music to my ears in an otherwise silent backyard.

I lapped her divine nectar straight from the honey pot. It's been too long since I tasted her juices. Being able to drink it directly from my sister made the flavor even more luscious. Who knew the female body could produce such a sweet and rich fluid? I finally understood why she craves the taste of my cum. We're a lot alike in that regard.

As I pleasured her pristine pussy, Ashley squirmed frantically, squeezing my head between her thighs. She hummed loudly, as if suppressing her squeals. I had to remind myself our parents' bedroom window was less than ten feet away from us. Although they wouldn't able to see what we were doing from their angle - the swing rested against the house wall - they would be able to hear us.

Ashley needed to calm down, I thought, so I replaced my wet tongue over her mound with my right thumb. It may have been cruel to stop when she seemed so close, but I could assure her she'll have her climax very soon. With my saliva and her secretions as lubricant, I inserted my thumb into the slippery hole, thrusting it steadily in and out. Her lonely clit poked out from beneath its covering, in dire need of attention. I aided it by flicking my tongue against the nub.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered endlessly. Whenever she curses, there's always a good reason ushering it. I peeked upwards as far as I could from my vantage point. Ashley's right hand had disappeared beneath her tight shirt, rubbing her right breast. Her left hand ran through my unkempt hair, kindling my ego. It was fantastic knowing I could make my angel behave this way. The confidence instilled within me was powerful. It felt like I was capable of doing anything.

I gradually pushed my thumb deeper into her pussy, curious to see how much she would willingly take in. Half of my thumb, up to the joint, got engulfed. Her muscles clamped on it, and I wiggled my digit sprightly.

Wait a minute...

"Ashley, you're not in pain?"

"Mmm, it feels so good. How could I be in pain?"

I know little about the human anatomy, especially when it comes to the female body, but I do enough to realize something may have been missing.

"Your, um... hymen."

After ten seconds of me diddling my sister in silence, she confided, "I... broke it. Not on purpose but... when I was thinking about you. I got a little carried away."

Holy... I couldn't believe it. Was she serious? Did I hear that right? I am the one responsible for making my sister break her hymen. I repeated it in my mind, over and over again, until it got engraved into my skull. I am the one responsible for making my saintly sister rupture her sacred, venerable barrier.

Coming to grips with what I had implicitly caused my baby to do, I plunged my entire thumb into her opening. Ashley arched her back brazenly. "Oooh fuck, Tiger!"

My sister bucked her ass off the mattress, shaking relentlessly, crushing my head between her thighs. My thumb couldn't plug the surge of cum bursting from her quivering pussy as my whole hand became doused in a slippery puddle of her juices. But I wanted more of it. I wanted to be drenched in her liquid. I madly rammed my tiny member in and out of her slit, oblivious to the cramping in my wrist. As her spasms slowly diminished, so too did my thrusts.

Ashley eased her thighs from my head, her chest still heaving. "Fuck, Brian. You really... surprised me."

"That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen." I slid my tongue over her swollen lips, licking up the copious syrup pouring from her throbbing hole.

Some guys may prefer it if their woman's hymen is intact for their first time together, and a part of me felt the same way, but knowing Ashley had been thinking about me when it happened aroused me tremendously. So tremendously, I wanted to jam as many of my fingers up her tight pussy as I could, similar to how she had stuffed my mouth with her cum-soaked hand during my massage. As long as I'll be her first, that's all that mattered to me.

As I tasted my way upward to her clit, Ashley cautioned, "Be gentle on it. It's so sensitive right now."

Remembering how touchy my cock could be after an orgasm, I kindly kissed the skin around her crevice. Her fleshy thighs, her puffy outer lips, the tiny golden strip of hair above it. All while rubbing her inner folds with my soppy thumb.

I made love to her delicate muscles, giving my sister the time she needed to rest her body. But no matter how much of her honey I drank in, she kept producing more. I immersed my tongue into the orifice to relish her internally.

Ashley buried my face in her crotch. "Ahhh, yesss. Fuck your sister with your tongue. God, I'm so wet."

My tongue was like a piston as it pumped through her hole. The sensation of her pussy squeezing me felt exceptional. Her contractions were pushing my tongue out and pulling it in at the same time. If only it was my cock inside of her instead.

"I love you so much, Brian," Ashley panted.

I wanted to say the same to her, but I figured the best way to let her know would be to knock her socks off. I pulled my tongue out of her, leaving it hanging from my mouth like the slobbering dog I must've looked like, and pressed it flat against her pink slit. As my top lip closed down over her clit, small tremors ran through her pussy, tickling my tongue and lips.

She murmured, "Gently... gently..."

With one slow, deliberate sweep, I licked the length of her pussy to the underside of her clit. She let out a long, continuous moan as my mouth enveloped her pearl. I sucked on the nub as if it were her neck, my tongue flicking it ever so softly. Her legs clamped my head between her trembling thighs.

"Ahhh, don't stop. Please don't stop," my baby pleaded.

Stopping was the furthest thing from my mind. Eating pussy is way more fun than any electronic device I have ever tinkered with. For her pussy to be shrouded from me all these years must be a crime. My sister suffered countless lonely nights in need of my devotion, and I suffered even more in need of her adoration.

I increased the suction on her bud. Ashley bounced her hips off the seat, humping my face. My tongue sped up to match her impending orgasm. I wanted my sister to be at the pinnacle of pleasure when she climaxes.

"Ahhh, this is it, this is it."

Opening my mouth, but keeping my upper lip over the hood of her clit, I dove my tongue back into her pussy. I hungrily licked the insides of her pink flesh, ready for the oncoming torrent.

"Oh fuck, yesss," she hissed.

Right on cue, her juices exploded from her slit, dousing my tongue and lower mouth in her love. It sprayed everywhere, uncontainable. I did my best to lap every drop, but Ashley shook wildly in the pangs of her orgasm. Using my right thumb, I pushed away her outer labia, giving my tongue more freedom of movement to draw out every last ounce of her honey. It felt as though I was drowning, but this was one time I didn't want to be saved.

It took Ashley what seemed like five minutes to recover. I had my head against her thigh, keenly observing her swollen mound for her breathing to return to normal. I would've fallen asleep by her pussy if she hadn't raised my chin up to her face.

"Thank you," she said meekly. "That was amazing."

"I'm available anytime you need another one of those." I dragged my limp body over my sister's, laying my head on her petite chest. I began caressing her legs and inner thighs.

Ashley stroked my right cheek. "I gladly accept your offer."

"Good. I wouldn't take no for an answer."

We reveled in each other's warmth, loving every second of our fondling. I was at peace on her soft and velvety flesh, wishing for nothing more than to slumber in the valley of her breasts.

"You did really good for your first time," Ashley said meekly.

"What makes you think this was my first time?"

I could feel her chest cave in as she chuckled beneath her breath. "Because then you wouldn't be single. You're not hiding any promiscuous girls from me, are you?"

"The only promiscuous girl in my life is you."

The swing continued to rock subtly with us in it. Ashley had no qualms about being naked from the waist down in our backyard. I was the only protection shielding her pussy from the night's wind. Her eyes were lost in the distance, watching the stars sparkle in the darkness.

"Let's go inside and sleep, Brian."

"Sleep sounds good." It saddened me to have to be away from her breasts for even the tiniest moment, but I knew we would be much more comfortable in bed.

Ashley slipped into her underwear and pajamas as I carried the cookie jar to the house. Looking behind me, I saw her unable to get up. "I'm so tired," she explained.

Smiling, I placed the jar on the lawn table and returned to my sister's side. "I'll carry you."