“It was the tee-shirt.” I answered.
Lexy went to the mirror behind the bar and took her top off, moving around, looking at herself.
“What do you think now?” She asked, grinning.
“There are pretty good tits to be fair sis. Big, heavy, bet they are firm.” I said with an even bigger grin.
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never felt any others, you tell me.” She countered, pushing them close as she handed me another beer.
She opened a can of cider and took a deep drink while I took up the challenge and gave them a good feel.
“They are about perfect.” I sighed.
“Jose says big brothers are the best kissers. All girls should learn from them.”
“Makes sense to me.” I replied, still not biting.
She leant over and kissed me full on the lips. I didn’t back down and returned the kiss with equal passion, even when she pushed me back, so I was laid down on the sofa.
The mood suddenly turned hazy. The warmth of the room, the heat from our bodies, the tension of recent events. It turned from a tease to something much deeper. Sense came crashing back down when her hand pushed down the front of my jeans.
“Lexy, stop this.” I said pushing back.
“Why?” She sighed.
“You’re my fucking sister.”
We both jumped back as if we were opposing magnets.
“Shit.” She said. “I’m sorry, I lost control.”
“So did I.” I said softly.
“I’m just a fuck up aren’t I.” Lexy said with tears in her eyes.
“No, you’re not, you are either trying to please daddy or piss him off. Decide what you want to do, what you like.” I offered, adjusting myself.
Lexy though, sat back, making no attempt to hide her nudity.
“I’d like to do something in fashion.” She confessed.
“Then go for it. See what qualifications you will need, there’s bound to be some family connection that will give you a leg up.”
“If daddy gets angry, can I come live with you?” She asked.
“Where I live isn’t nice enough for you.” I said. “But it’s better than being on the streets. I will never turn you away.”
We sat talking for some time, but the events of the day had wiped us out.
I went to sleep straight away but was restless. Dreams came in strange forms. I was driving down a river in my truck, which drove like a dream. People waved at me, smiled when I threw them sweets. Then a cloud came down, an angry man was shouting. He ran off and I chased after him, but I fell into some long grass, which held me down, wrapped me into what turned into arms.
It felt good to be held close in their embrace, my head strained to see whose arms were around me, lips crashed onto mine. They were warm, sweet tasting, I needed more and stretched out, pushing my tongue into the wet welcoming mouth of my dream.
My cock was hard, the grass was stroking it, teasing, making it crave for a warm, moist, dark place. It rested against the silk of soft hair. The tip slipped down, finding all it dreamt of. It trembled with anticipation, pushing forward into the darkness, slipping inside with ease.
My eyes opened slightly, to see a mass of black curly hair and half opened. deep brown eyes. The lips claimed me again, I couldn’t deny them and sought the pleasure they promised. I was thrusting deep into my dream, groaning and moaning. My hands found hot flesh, it was firm, I clasped my mouth around the nipple and fed greedily.