Lost & Found Ch. 05

As my hands roamed, my cock stiffened; the feel of her was making all sorts of things happen in my head, foremost of which was the almost overpowering urge to fuck her, hard; I didn't want to make love to her; I wanted to fuck her bowlegged, I wanted to ram my cock into her and make her gasp out my name, beg me to stop, beg me to do it harder, to groan with the force of me hammering into her, and make her beg me to fill her up.

Of course I did none of those things; she was my lover, yes, and we were naked, with my cock still buried balls-deep in her, but she was also my baby sister, and I would never, could never, treat her like that. Instead I fondled, squeezed and touched, wondering at how plush and silky soft her skin felt, how her vitality and life-force tingled through my fingertips with every touch or caress of her, how warm and soft her lips were as I returned periodically to give and take a small, tender kiss. Her eyes flickered over me, laughter and girlish amusement side by side with the needs and drives of a grown woman glittering deep inside them as I explored in minute detail her lithe, tight body, her porcelain skin, her stiff, beguiling nipples and the taut, sensitive bud of her secret place as my fingertips slipped delicately over it during the course of my explorations.

At last I couldn't take any more; my cock inside her was aching with the need to pump her full of my tribute, I wanted to fill her, and hear her gasp for me as we made love, not lie here and grope as my balls ached to empty inside her again.

Kat sensed the tenor of my thoughts, and pulled my head down to her, pushing her nipples against my chest as her teeth lightly nipped the end of my nose, my bottom lip, my chin.

"Love me, Frankie, make love to me again, baby, please!" she whispered, something I was only too willing to do.

As she rolled away from me, I rolled with her, keeping my weight off her and on my knees and elbows, while simultaneously withdrawing and sliding back in again.

"Ooooh God, yesss!" she moaned, lifting up to meet me as I pushed back into her, enthralled with her expression as I slowly pushed my cock deep into her and withdrew once again. As I pumped she began lifting to meet me, her hips rising up in counterpoint to mine as I pumped down into her. At the same time, she pulled herself closer-in to me, holding me tight as I sped up, pumping as hard and as fast as I could. Kat was writhing under me even as she madly humped back at me, her head whipping from side to side as she gasped and groaned each time I thrust my cock back into her. I could feel my balls tightening as my climax approached; I couldn't hold it much longer, and from the look of her, neither could she.

With a long, wailing cry, she climaxed, her pussy clamping down on me so tightly I was locked in place as she shook and trembled beneath me, her eyes screwed tightly shut as her orgasm surged and crashed through her. This was too much for me, and I came with a shout as my sperm blasted out of me, long, hard spurts of semen spraying deep inside her womb, again and again, until I thought I'd never stop.

Eventually the crashing, trembling sensations inside me died away, the bolts of semen shooting from me dying away to a trickle as I emptied myself into her. Kat shuddered and quivered under me as she too came down from that place into the calm of post-coital relaxation, her storm passed and tranquillity gradually returning. As I slumped down next to her, her hand came up to press against my chest, a small smile flitting across her lips.

"I can feel your heart, Frankie...so fast, like a trapped bird..."

She gently nibbled my chin as she rubbed my chest, her hands warm and smooth.

"Calm down, baby, relax, there, like that, that's it..." she soothed me as I recovered from the exertion and emotional outpouring that was so much a part of making love to her, to my little sister. I knew I was caught now, I was in whatever this was for the long haul now; Kat and I were a couple, and it was surprisingly easy to admit that to myself. The hard part hadn't even started yet.

One day Sarah would have to be told, and soon, before she found out by us giving ourselves away; what happened then was in the hands of the Gods; I couldn't see yet how to make this work for Kat and me, and I still had no earthly idea how I was going to break it to Sarah and walk away with all my teeth...

Kat broke the train of my thought by posing exactly that question.

"Frankie, we have to tell Sally; I don't want to spend my life sneaking around, only ever being able to be free with you inside our home; I want to be able to hold you close anywhere and anytime I feel like it, not just when we're behind closed doors; Sally loves us, and we love her, and this is too big to keep locked up forever; I want to tell my big sister that I love the best guy in the world, and he loves me, and we want to be together. How are we going to do that, Frankie?"

Good question. I had no answer, other than knowing that walking up to her and saying "Hi Sally, nice day, by the way, I've been fucking our little sister, I like it, a lot, she likes it, also a lot, so we're gonna keep on doing it a lot, if that's okay with you!" was not the way; somehow I had to sneak it up on her in such a way that she didn't go completely batshit and ream me out with the nearest blunt object to hand...

That question continued to squirrel around inside me for the rest of the day, and most of the night, and when I had to get up for work, I was thick-headed from lack of sleep and worry; Kat looked to be in no better shape; everything that was worrying me was also troubling her, and she'd tossed and turned the night away with me, both of us too preoccupied with how we were going to make this work to give much thought to rest and sleep.

By the time I got home from work, I was so dog-tired I could barely walk up the porch steps; my day had been a catalog of mistakes and missed opportunities, and eventually my boss, Max Donnelly, one of dad's old friends and a man I'd known all my life, had taken me to one side.

"Frank, you look terrible; you look half dead, and I can't stand to see you dragging around here looking like that any longer; go home and get some rest, maybe a good night's sleep will put you back on your game; right now you're no good to man nor beast. If you want a word of advice, whatever you've been doing to get you in this state, you need to keep it at home, not bring it to work with you, not when others are depending on you. Now go home, and come back when you've had some rest!"

It was a powerful rebuke, reinforcing even further that I had to resolve our problem, and soon; family friend or not, Max wouldn't be so lenient with me next time, of that I was sure.

I took his advice, drove home in a haze and dragged my ass into the house. As I came in the door, I noticed something smelled delicious, and Kat popped her head out of the kitchen to smile that dazzling smile of hers. She was wearing mom's old apron, and her hair was tied back into a ponytail; she looked cute, wholesome, sexy, and young, much younger than her more than eighteen years.

"Dinner's nearly ready, get washed-up and sit down!"

Tired as I was, the smell of whatever she was cooking woke me up enough, and just as I was sitting down at the table she brought in a large stew pot. I looked inside, at the rich dark stew, my stomach grumbling at the heavenly smell, but then Kat turned around and I nearly forgot my appetite completely. Holy fucking cow, she was naked, only mom's apron between her and the world! I gaped as she flirted her mouth-watering ass at me as she went back into the kitchen, bringing back a dish of mashed potatoes, and returning to fetch the other vegetables, which she placed on the table, and then sat opposite me, her chin resting on her hand as she grinned at me.

All I could do was stare at her, knowing as I did now that she was stark naked at the table with just an old apron covering her front, but still buck-naked nevertheless. She served me my food, and I ate mechanically, my eyes fixed on her, my mind constantly replaying the sight of her nakedness, her perfect skin glowing white as new milk as she ferried food from kitchen to table, the image of her performing such mundane housewifely tasks jarring only slightly with the fact of her complete, bare-assed nakedness!

"Do you like it?" she smiled.

"Huh?" was my considered response.

"The stew, Frankie, do you like it?" she asked again, her expression slightly less sunny.

I suddenly realised what she was asking me, and with that came the realisation that whatever it was I was eating, it was delicious; I could taste red wine, mushrooms, baby onions, pancetta, herbs and spices, garlic, and tender, succulent beef, and I began wolfing it down.

"You like it? Really?" she grinned, and I nodded, mouth too full to speak. At last, appetite temporarily sated, I asked her what it was.

"It's French; it's called "Boeuf Bourguignon", it's beef with mushrooms in red wine with herbs, I found it in one of Grandma Hennessey's cookbooks, some English writer, Delia Smith or something like that. I'm glad you like it, Frankie, nothing's too good for my man!"

She grinned as she said the corny line, and I grinned with her, pulling her close for a "thank you" kiss before broaching the subject of her current state of undress.

"Umm, Kat, quick question, baby; why are you naked?"

She gave me an arch look and raised one eyebrow.

"You were planning on having some dessert, weren't you, Frankie?" she pouted, dropping the apron and shaking out her hair. I swear to God, I have never finished a meal so fast in my entire life...

Kat shrieked with laughter as I grabbed her hand and towed her towards the stairs; she'd stayed naked to tease and unsettle me, now she was going to pay the price, oh God, yes!

"Oh Frankie, you're so dominant, so manly, oh you are, you are! Oh my goodness, whatever are you going to do to me?" she simpered modestly, falsely, a gleam of pure wickedness in her eye as she pretended to struggle, bouncing on her tip-toes to make her lovely, firm little breasts and tight little ass dance and jiggle most fetchingly.

"Oh Mr. Novak, are you going to do naughty, nasty, unspeakable things to me? Are you going to make me touch your pee-pee? My daddy warned me there were men like you, I hope you'll respect me after you've had your wicked way with me!"

OK, that did it; I pulled her close, unable to keep my hands off all that young, alluring flesh anymore, and as I pulled her close and held her to me by clamping my hands to her tight, smooth, springy little butt-cheeks, her arms snaked around my neck to pull me down for a long, hot, incredibly sexy kiss. Kat has the softest lips I've ever kissed, soft, tender, and monumentally horny, and her kiss was doing things south of my belt buckle that needed addressing, and soon!

"Let's go, Frankie, I've been bubbling inside all day, I need you to calm me down, baby, what are you waiting for?" she murmured in my ear, followed by a quick nip as she wriggled against me. My cock was like a lead bar; I'd never needed to get naked so much in my life as I did right then, with Kat draped around my neck, all my nerve-endings lit-up like Macy's on Christmas Eve, and what felt like the granddaddy of all hard-on's pressed against her.

That was my cue to hustle her upstairs and into my room, where she dived onto my bed and flipped around to lie and watch me as I struggled out of my clothes. Eventually I managed to get down to my shorts, at which point she sat up, and, grinning wickedly, yanked them down, my achingly erect cock swinging out and into her hand, where she squeezed lightly, making me gasp with the sensation.

Kat grinned sexily at me, and leaned down to kiss the end of my cock. I gasped again at the sensation of her soft lips against the sensitive flesh.

"Like that, do you?" she grinned, and licked slowly across the tip of my straining cock, drawing something between a sigh and a groan from me.

"Oh yes, you really like that!" she teased, winking at me before slipping her lips over the end and sucking me into her mouth. I'd only ever had someone give me head once before, on my prom night, and I'd always wanted to repeat the experience, and now here was my baby sister doing that very thing for me!

Kat kept up a slow, bobbing motion as she slowly sucked, her tongue occasionally dragging softly over the tip, making me screw-up my eyes with the effort to not unload there and then when she did that; I wanted to drag this out as long as possible, because it was fucking fantastic; either someone had showed her how to do this, or there was more to 'women's intuition' than I'd been led to believe...

I was finding it hard to hold back; the sight of her little rosebud mouth stretched so obscenely around me, the feel of her tongue flicking and rubbing the head as she sucked me, the sensation as my cockhead rubbed against the roof of her mouth, all of these were leading me up to that grand finale I wanted to hold off as long as possible, but it wasn't going to happen. My balls tightened as she gently squeezed them, telling her I was nearly there, if my agonised expression hadn't already tipped her off. I started to groan as I felt my spunk rising, and Kat squeezed my balls one last time as she deliberately rubbed her tongue through that furrow in the tip of my cock and poked her tongue inside the hole in the end.

That was it. I lost it, nearly buckling to my knees with the force of my orgasm, the sperm bulleting out of me with almost explosive force. Kat felt the strong muscular contraction in my cock as I came, and pulled away from me, aiming my hosing cock at her face. Long ropes of sperm bolted from me, splashing across her nose and lips, her cheeks, and against her throat, one after another, spraying across her upper torso in long silvery-gray streaks.

I opened my eyes to see my beautiful Kat, my baby sister, streaked with my sperm, long splashes of the stuff criss-crossing her face and chest, and dripping from her chin in long shivering strings and rivulets as she moved.

"Oh Frankie, that was...incredible!" she murmured, "Jojo was right, it's so hot, it's just...wow!"

I dropped to my knees in front of her, resting my head against her knees while my heart slowed to normal, then looked up at her again, at her dreamy smile, her sperm-ravaged features, and my cock rose again, wanting her even more now. I picked up my discarded shirt and dabbed at her, wiping the drips and runnels of spunk off her knees and thighs, then Kat took the shirt from me and wiped herself off properly.

"We'll have a shower later, Frankie, I see round two's about to begin!" she grinned, looking pointedly at my now fully recovered cock. I was amazed; I'd never recovered that quickly before; obviously the Power of Kat was at work here.

Whatever it was, all I knew was I had a definite urge to pin her down and fuck her properly, to give her some of what she so urgently needed!.

I surged up and bore her over backwards, landing on top of her on the bed. Kat squealed and tried to get away, and our struggle to get into position quickly degenerated into a laughing, tickling, wrestling match. I had the advantage of weight and superior strength, but Kat knew I couldn't possible hurt her, which gave her an unfair advantage, so she showed no restraint when it came to biting, nibbling, gnawing, grabbing and squeezing, finger-poking and unfair tickling. We rolled around, laughing, grunting, giggling and squealing as one or the other ended-up on top of the other, until at last I somehow managed to hold her down spread-eagled, lying between her outstretched thighs, my cock throbbing with urgent need.

"Say 'Uncle', you red-headed menace!" I growled in her face, with Kat grinning insolently back at me as she shook her head and stuck her tongue out.

"Say it!" I repeated, "Say it or I'm dragging you into the bathroom and dunking you in a cold shower!"

Kat grinned at me, her eyes opening wide and a look of carefully contrived innocence settling on her face as she fluttered her long, sexy eyelashes at me.

"If I say 'Uncle' will you fuck me really, really hard, Frankie?" she whispered at me, suddenly introducing my cock to a whole new order of magnitude of aching hardness. I could only nod as my throat and mouth dried up in sudden, overwhelming lust for this gorgeous fire-sprite spread so wantonly under me.

"Uncle, Uncle, Uncle, Uncle, Uncle!" she sing-song'd, grinning provocatively. I slid down so I could kiss and lick her cute little navel, making her giggle and squirm, then further down, to the delta of soft, gold-shot copper curls adorning her most secret place.

"Oooooh Frankie!" she breathed, quivering as my tongue brushed through the soft, crisp little curls and probed at the top of her slit, at the little hood concealing her love-button. Her scent teased and tantalisd me, sweet and fresh and strong, tempting and demanding, making me want her even more, if that were even possible.

As I slid my tongue along the moist slit of her pussy, she trembled and quivered, her eyes tightly closed and her breathing becoming shallower. Her thighs drifted even further apart, allowing me even better access to her lush, soft little pussy, and I dove in, probing her pink moistness with pointed tongue-tip, tasting her, teasing her, making her ready for me.

As I worked my tongue in and around her sweet little pussy, Kat writhed and wriggled delightfully under me, forcing me to take hold of her tight little butt-cheeks and hold her against my mouth as I licked and sucked and probed her.

"Oooh God, yesss, Frankie, yesss, harder, harder!" she groaned, pushing her wet pussy against my ravening mouth as I licked and sucked her into a frenzy, her head thrashing around as her pussy pulsed against my tongue. When I finally took her clitoris between my lips and sucked on it, tasting the slick juices pouring out of her all over again, Kat convulsed, then screamed soundlessly, a flood of her sweet, tangy juices filling my mouth as she orgasmed, straining against me as her pussy convulsed and shuddered under my lips and tongue.

As another wave of shuddering convulsions stormed through her, I slid up level with her, and she lifted her hips as I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in her as we both groaned with delight.

"Oooh God, yesss, baby, God, that's so good, aaahhh!" she murmured, her pussy clenching around me and almost making me lose it there and then. I backed away, then pumped in again, making her cry out in delight, her hips pumping against mine, lifting to meet my thrusts, all the while giving little cooing noises as she enjoyed our tryst.

I was silent, saving my energy for her, making sure I gave her what she wanted most, and loved her to the best of my abilities. At last though it was too much; the feel of her wrapped around me, of her belly slapping against mine as we fucked, her sweet kisses, sharp and piercing as arrow-points, her cries as she ascended the heights of orgasm yet again, all combined to tip me over the edge, and I came like a furnace, like a steel-mill crucible, white fire pouring out of me and into her, driving her ever higher as we shook and shuddered together, Kat screaming her release as sexual energy crackled and sparked between us, all thought of the outside world obliterated by the intensity of our shared ecstasy.

I slumped down, utterly spent, my heart racing like an Indy car, Kat likewise spent and blown, her face flushed with the outpouring of sexual energy she'd shared with me. Finally, after a few minutes to calm our thundering hearts, she turned to me and smiled.

"Thank you baby, that was again, incredible, remind me to keep you!"