My Sister Made Me Ch. 08

"Am I ready for this?" she thought. She smiled, gripping Keith's erection roughly and pulling him toward the bed with her. Pulling the covers aside, she lay down and pulled him with her, making sure that he fell on top of her.

His eyes went wide and a hopeful smile crossed his face. "Are you... sure?" he asked.

She smiled and pulled him down to her, kissing him in response to his question. He must have taken that as a yes, as he looked down and positioned himself between her legs.

"Wait," he said. "I don't have a condom on."

Sam shook her head, smiling. "You don't need one." In truth, he definitely should have been wearing one, but she was too turned on and horny to care.

"I want you to be my first," she said. "I want to know what all the fuss is about, don't you?" She knew that he'd accept that answer and wouldn't understand that sex was all that she'd been thinking about lately; good thoughts and bad ones.

She needed to start thinking about sex in a good way. At least that's what she kept telling herself. She pulled at Keith's waist, trying to get him to put the tip of his penis where she wanted it, but knew he would hurt her if she made him enter her.

"Keith Michael," she said. "I'm ready to do it," she said. "You've always wanted to when you asked me in the past."

He nodded. "I just want to make sure you're really ready."

She smiled and kissed him, pulling him down to her. His erection pushed intrusively against her pussy, and she whimpered.

"I'm really, really ready," she replied. "Really."

He smiled at her humor and seemed to relax.

"Just go slow at first," she ordered him.

"Okay," he replied. Looking down, he seemed to be marveling at the sight of his erection nestled against his longtime girlfriend's pubic mound. She glanced down with him, seeing her thatch of pubic hair and his erection nestled in it. He pulled back and she bit her lip in anticipation. Then, she felt him push the head of his cock against the wrong part of her womanhood, and she quietly giggled. Reaching down, she repositioned it.

"I didn't expect it to be that far down," he admitted. She smiled and nodded. Thrusting slowly again, she felt him push past her lips. She was wet from being turned on, and the anticipation of having sex had definitely helped but it was still a painful sensation. She winced and he stopped.

"Don't pull out yet," she said. "Just stay still a second."

He nodded, holding steady. Gently and slowly, he thrust a little at a time. She felt him get deeper inside her until he reached the impasse.

"Ready?" he asked.

She smiled and kissed him. Pushing through, he slid all the way in and held there.

Pain lanced through her and she whimpered, but it was tempered with the pleasure and excitement of knowing that she was making love for the first time. It was of her choosing and with someone she cared about, or at least that cared about her.

Keith sat up a little, a wide-eyed look on his face. "I'm having sex!" he proclaimed.

She giggled and looked down. "Are you going to continue doing so?" she asked.

He looked down again and grinned. "Oh yeah..." She was briefly concerned that he would just start hammering away, but she knew then and there she had chosen a wonderful partner for her first time.

Keith took his time, waiting for her to be ready to continue. He seemed to pick up her subtle hints and eventually they were able to build up a steady rhythm. The excitement of the situation had gotten to him though, and he very quickly reached the point of no return. Grunting, he winced as he started to cum. Sam was close as well, though, and seeing her longtime boyfriend grunting in pleasure, she felt an orgasm hit her as he started to fill her pussy up with his warm, yummy seed.

Whimpering in frustration that she couldn't have it in her mouth and pussy at the same time, she reached down and rubbed at her pussy as he rolled off, panting on one side of the bed. She stood immediately and took him by the hand, walking him to the bathroom and stepping in to wash off the two of them. There was a little blood, but she knew that that was to be expected.

She briefly considered sucking him off again in the shower, as his cock still looked delectable, but ultimately decided that they should go and get something to eat instead. Keith was more than happy to do so, and so she put on some clothes and got cleaned up and looking nice, and they went out.

When he asked where she wanted to go, she said she didn't care, not really thinking about what his choice would be. She should have known that he'd go to his favorite burger place, though.

As they pulled into the burger joint, she looked up and recognized it as the place that the waiter had been so forward with her. Keith, ever a creature of habit, went in and sat in the same booth as they had been in before. It was a little dead inside, but there were still a few people. As she sat down nervously, across from Keith, she looked around and breathed a sigh of relief. The waiter was nowhere to be seen.

She smiled across the table at Keith, who was looking at his menu. "Keith Michael," she said.

He looked up and smiled, waiting expectantly.

"We're no longer virgins!" she said quietly, grinning.

Keith smiled widely, then even wider as he nodded at her.

She looked back down at the menu and was in the midst of considering what she wanted to eat when she saw movement from the bathrooms. The waiter that had hit on her before was coming out of the restroom. He looked up at the two of them, new people sitting in his section, and went to a sink behind the counter to wash his hands and dry them.

Her heart suddenly pounding in her chest, she felt her panties get a little uncomfortable, and briefly wondered if she should have put a pad on. Dismissing the thought, she glanced over a few times until she saw him coming over.

Keith, of course, was oblivious to the whole thing, staring at his menu and then around the restaurant. The waiter came over, smiling directly at Sam, and stopped close to her side of the table, the bulge in his pants still as large as she remembered.

"Hey guys, what can I get you to drink?" he asked.

Sam had the intention of saying something, but Keith looked up at her and ordered for the two of them, knowing full well what she wanted to drink. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, and her pussy was actually throbbing. She didn't know if it was a by-product of the sex, or if something was wrong with her. Then it hit her.

She was turned on!

She turned and looked at the cock bobbing toward her, naked in the air. She realized that she was staring at his crotch again, and that she'd been imagining it. The waiter hadn't pulled it out of his pants, no matter what her tortured mind had made her think. She licked her lips, whimpering to herself as she watched it bobbed in front of her her, and found herself wondering if it was engorged completely, or just a little bit. Shaking her head, she glanced quickly at Keith, worried that he might have noticed. He was fooling around with his phone, a goofy smile on his face.

She sighed in irritation, wondering if he'd ever see what was going on around him, or what was happening to her. He certainly hadn't seen anything wrong with Pastor Dickhead. She could probably lean over and start sucking the guy's dick right then and there and he wouldn't say a word.

The waiter came and sat down their drinks, stopping to look down and smile at Sam as she glanced up. She found herself leaning over a little further, realizing that she was actually trying to show him a little more cleavage. He paused and then asked if they knew what they wanted to eat.

Sam cleared her throat and mustered the will to order a sandwich before her mind devolved into a fantasy filled wasteland of cum-spraying cocks all shooting their delicious loads down her throat. The waiter was there, Keith was there, and of course, Pastor Dickhead.

She closed her eyes for a second and then went to the bathroom, excusing herself from the table. Keith smiled wanly as she stood and walked to the restroom. She saw the waiter look up and was scared and desperate for him to follow her at the same time. He didn't though, and she entered the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

She turned on the cold water, her hands gripping both sides of the sink as she stared down into the stream. Cocks of every color were swimming in her head, even while she had her eyes open. She shook her head, trying to steel herself and get a grip on reality. Looking up, she didn't see Samantha. She saw a nude version of herself in the mirror. Behind her, Pastor Dickhead walked up and smiled down at her, only he had horns and his cock was constantly spraying cum.

Groaning, she closed her eyes and leaned forward, splashing water on her face. Looking up into the mirror, she saw the same old Sam.

"You are not a victim anymore, and you didn't do anything wrong," she told the image in the mirror. She saw the expression on her face. It wasn't sadness, it wasn't anger, or pain. She looked... determined. Feeling better, she made sure she looked presentable again and then, sighing deeply, shook her head and walked back out into the restaurant to sit and eat.

Smiling, she realized that she indeed felt much better though the waiter made his presence very known throughout the meal. He would refill their drinks constantly, and Keith even made a comment that he was a very attentive waiter and said something about a big tip.

Sam, though still horny, was weathering the attention well. Sure, she still glanced at the size of the young man's bulging crotch with nearly unabashed attention, but she tried to hide it. Keith was oblivious to her desires and attention, of course. What else would he be?

She began to imagine if the young man were larger than Pastor Dickhead, and for the first time, she was able to think about the asshole's dick without sending herself into a fit of tears. Soon enough, she'd finished her food and politely waited for Keith to finish. The waiter, seeing that her diet soda was partially gone, smiled and came over to her, taking her glass with one hand. She reached up and grabbed it, shaking her head.

"It's fine," she said, smiling politely.

"It's no trouble," he said. "I'll put it in a "to-go" cup for you."

"Thanks," she said, smiling up at him. They stared a little bit too long though, and the young man seemed to get a little nervous.

"Not so confident after all," she thought, smirking. She realized then and there that she could probably have this young man wrapped around her little finger, just like Keith. The realization struck her just then as well and she smirked. Keith was wrapped around her little finger! She could have him doing things for her if she wanted. He knew he could get sex out of her, and now he'd probably be more attentive, even if it was just to get into her panties.

Feeling bad about thinking such things about her loyal, though naive, boyfriend, she silently scolded herself. He'd been nothing but patient with her during the entire ordeal that he hadn't been aware of. She'd undoubtedly been difficult to deal with, horny one minute, cold as a dead fish the next.

She smiled as the waiter came up with her drink in a Styrofoam cup. She glanced down, waiting for him to present the bulge in his pants to her again. He would normally walk up and sort of walk into the table so that it was easily seen hanging above the edge over on her side of the booth. It was pretty bold and she was amazed that Keith hadn't noticed him doing it. She briefly wondered what he would do if he saw. Maybe he had seen and he was pretending he hadn't.

Still, the waiter didn't seem nearly as confident as before, and only set the drink down, followed by the check. He brought Keith a "to-go" drink and thanked them as Sam and Keith both stood and got ready to leave.

Smiling and feeling playful in that moment, Sam decided to have a little fun at the waiter's expense. Turning, she kissed Keith on the cheek and handed him her drink. He looked down at her expectantly.

"Go ahead and wait in the car for me," she said. "I'm going to go to the restroom."

Keith nodded blithely and walked immediately out of the restaurant as he was told. Turning, she looked hard at the waiter as he stood quietly behind the counter. Smiling, she raised a hand and beckoned him over with a single finger.

She saw him swallow hard and smirked at the reaction. He stepped out around the counter and walked up. She smiled and took him by the hand, walking to the women's bathroom. Stepping in, she closed the door behind them and locked it. It didn't smell the greatest in there, but she was horny and feeling confident, and this guy had definitely been hitting on her.

"I... I... I'm sorry," he stammered.

That caught her off guard.

"You're sorry?" she asked, sounding more accusatory than she'd intended.

He nodded. "I... I'm trying to be more confident with women," he explained. "Sometimes I'll be more aggressive than I normally am, but it's an act."

She smiled. "Oh," she said simply. "Well, I don't know if you remember me from the first time you were hitting on me, but you definitely shouldn't apologize. You were right though. I wanted to suck your cock that first time."

Her words were a surprise to her, almost as if she hadn't said them and they had just fallen out of her mouth.

His eyes were wide, and a hopeful smile crossed his face. "I've heard that girls like confident men," he said.

She smiled, nodding. "We do." She stood there, quietly staring at him, waiting for him to do something, wondering if he'd have the fortitude to actually try.

"So," he said, looking at her.

She sighed internally, seeing that he really wasn't as confident and aggressive as he'd been pretending. Disappointed, she thought about chucking the whole affair and leaving him standing there. Still though, a part of her wanted to toy with him a little more, and definitely wanted to see what he was working with.

Shaking her head dramatically, she adopted a disappointed look on her face and stared down at his crotch. He didn't move, and an awkward silence hung over them.

Sighing audibly, she reached forward and cupped the front of his pants, feeling the bulge there. She could tell that he had an erection, and that it was actually larger than she'd realized.

"Take it out for me," she ordered. He swallowed hard but reached down to do what she'd told him. She smirked seeing his hands shaking and stepped back to watch.

He unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants, letting them drop before sliding the cusp of his boxers down over his top. He had to lift his shirt up, but she felt her mouth drop at the size of his equipment.

Not thinking about tormenting the young man anymore, Sam simply stared at the sheer immensity of his cock. It was large, very erect, and almost angry looking.

She dropped to her knees, mouth open and beckoned him forward. As he stepped timidly forward, she reached up and took a hold of him with one hand. When the flesh of her palm and fingers touched the almost hot flesh of his hard-on, a flash of images slammed into her brain. She was on her knees again, Pastor Dickhead standing above her again.

She fell back, tears in her eyes for some stupid reason, her chest and head pounding. The waiter, scared out of his mind that he'd just assaulted someone or traumatized her, left the room in a rush, pulling his pants up as he went.

She knelt on the floor, crying for a second before she was able to stand and look at herself in the mirror.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" she asked the image. She didn't have any idea what caused the outburst. Sighing, she turned on the cool water and washed her face again. Standing up straight, she fixed herself up again, and turned, leaving the bathroom.

The waiter was quietly waiting in the bathroom hallway.

"I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. "I'm so, sorry."

She shook her head and walked up to him, taking his hand. "I'm... I'm the one who is sorry," she told him. He looked down at her in surprise. "I've had a few hard times in the past and it all just seemed to catch up to me."

"I... I shouldn't have..." he stammered.

"You were fine," she said. "You probably shouldn't try to be so aggressive with women, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't work on me. For what it's worth, I wasn't lying about wanting to suck your cock. If we hadn't been interrupted last time, you could probably have forced me into the bathroom and made me."

He simply stared at her in wonder, seemingly unable to find the words to respond.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything. It's just... I've been through a lot," she sputtered, suddenly feeling somewhat exposed and vulnerable. "I'm sorry I dragged you into my mess."

She sighed and started to leave. The young man stammered another apology, but she ignored him, leaving him in his confused state. She felt a little bad, but he honestly kind of deserved it.

Leaving the restaurant, she walked out to her car and had Keith drive again. She told him to go ahead and drive over to his house, and she'd drive home, though she barely offered him a kiss before he climbed out and went inside. The short trip back to her own house was a blur. Once there, Sam quickly decided to take a hot shower, her mind a tangled mess of emotions and confusion.

She walked to the bathroom and climbed into the shower as she turned on the water. Sinking to the floor, she started to cry, quietly sobbing in the warm water of the shower.

*****

Dane

Dane yawned, looking at Sally as she slept. She was probably horny right now, even though they'd had sex today already. Ever since they'd had the threesome with his sister, she'd been really overzealous in their sex life. It wasn't like he was an expert at it, but this was the first woman that he'd ever known with such a voracious appetite for all things orgasm related. It also wasn't that like he was complaining, it was just more of a physical exhaustion type of thing. He was tired all the damn time, and she tended to be hornier when she woke up for some damn reason. All that meant though, was that anytime she got woken up, she was really horny and seduced Dane.

It's not like it was hard to seduce him, though. No matter where they were or what they were doing, she'd start getting more amorous. She'd gone down on him in a movie theater, in a changing room, and most recently at a party in front of some strangers. It's not like he'd ever tell her to stop sucking his dick, and it's not like he would ever even complain. He had the perfect girlfriend. She was sexy and horny, plus, she seemed to really enjoy sucking his cock although she rarely ever swallowed.

He was just exhausted, honestly. He really needed a few nights of sleep, so he'd told her so. She understood but made him lay with her until she'd dozed off.

Quietly, he got up out of bed and took all his clothes into the living room of her apartment so he could dress in relative quiet. A few minutes later, he was driving home in his truck, practically falling asleep as he did so. He slapped himself on the cheek and forced himself to focus, but that only seemed to make it worse. Eventually, he made it home safe and without running over any pedestrians or side swiping any cars. As he pulled in, he noticed that only Sam's car was parked in the drive. He smiled.

"Peace and quiet," he muttered to no one. Climbing the stairs, he stripped down to his boxers and was practically asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. In the background, the din of the shower could be heard, a quiet hiss of background noise.

*****

Alex

Kenny awoke from his brief nap and came looking for her after pulling on some boxers and a shirt.