“I can hear your heartbeat.” I whispered, not mentioning that I could also feel her rock hard nipple poking into my cheek.
I watched the screen as she slowly scrolled through the story. Her breathing and the beat of her heart were comforting, drawing me into a sense of calm. I placed my hand on the edge of the computer, waiting for her to scroll down, as I found myself reading along.
Her hand moved over and covered mine, then gently slid it from the computer onto the flat of her belly, where her shirt had ridden up. I felt her shudder as our skin touched. She returned to reading, and I felt her shift around, her nipple grinding into my cheek. My eyes fixated on my hand as it rested just above the elastic band of her shorts.
Nervously, I inched it down, my fingertips easing just under the elastic. She let out a little gasp, but made no move to stop me. Encouraged, I moved deeper, inching closer to her mystical treasure. There’s something secret and beautiful about a woman’s body, and the fact that it was my sister made it even more enchanting.
Her breathing became sporadic, short little gasps, as my fingers finally touched her mound. I was surprised by the smoothness of her skin, no sign of hair or stubble. Her hand dropped off the computer covering mine, pushing it downward until my fingers parted the lips of her pussy. She was soaking wet!
She held my hand there as her hips began moving, slow little circles, occasionally thrusting upward, forcing my fingers against her opening. All pretext of reading fell away as the computer slid to the side, banging softly against the wall. Shelly pulled me tighter against her, crushing my head against her breast as she guided my fingers deeper into her smoldering center.
I wanted to move against her, to roll onto her and guide my aching member into her, but I was afraid, afraid anything I did might end this magical ecstasy. As her hips ground and twisted, they intermittently ground against my cock, which was straining hard against the fabric of my shorts. Each touch sending shivers through me, driving my own desire even higher.
This was no longer about a sister helping a brother. It wasn’t even about a sister and a brother. It was just two people, their minds consumed by need, two lost souls finding joy in each other.
I felt her orgasm wash over her, a huge tidal wave consuming her. She gripped my tight, clinging to me like I was her life line. She shook and thrashed, her mouth opened as if to cry out, but no sound escaped her lips. I was amazed as she bucked and twisted, wave after wave of sexual bliss cascading against her. My cock pulsed and twitched. I thought I might cum just from the sight of her.
The end was sudden. No gradual slowing, just a sudden collapse to the bed. She whimpered, her whole body shaking as she clung to me. I tried to remain motionless, to let her recover, but the burning in my groin had a mind of its own. Sensing my need she released my hand. Her fingers touched my stomach, making me shudder. Slowly, they moved down between us, forcing us apart. She turned toward me, pulling my face up to hers.