Forgotten Siblings Ch. 02

Chapter 2

He had been fast asleep when something woke him up. Jason opened his eyes and blinked several times. He was on the sofa in the living room. Their house had several bedrooms but since only he and his mother lived there, most of the rooms were being used for storage. Jason's own room had been given to his new- or rather old but newly met- sister; Chrissy.

He did not mind, after all he could hardly sleep in his own bed while his sister slept on the couch in the living room. They were in the process of clearing out one of the storage rooms to make another bedroom available.

The windows were pitch black. It was either late at night or very early in the morning. He checked his cell and saw it was nearly 2 in the morning. He plopped back down onto the couch and tried to think of what it was that woke him. Then he heard it again.

"Mmmmmm,"

He could faintly hear moaning coming from the bedroom across the hall.

Was Chrissy having a bad dream? He wondered.

Perhaps she was watching a movie and some sex scene happened to wake him. Or maybe she was masturbating. He felt himself getting hard as he imagined all the dirty things she could be doing. He reached down and slipped his hand into his boxers and gently stroked himself.

He rolled over onto his back so that he could stroke himself more comfortably. His blanket slid down to his knees and he felt cool breeze across his crotch. He imagined the door opening and Chrissy coming out. He would pretend to be asleep and she would sneak over to him on the couch.

In his fantasy Chrissy would see his erection through the covers and slide a finger into herself as she stood a few feet away. He would be able to hear the wet sound of her fingers going in and out of her. He stroked faster as he imagined her slowly lifting the covers and uncovering his erection. He imagined her delight at seeing he was sleeping in the nude. She would slowly lean forward, her breasts sliding across his chest, nipples hard as diamonds, reaching for his...

Clack! His phone fell off the couch onto the ground. Jason held his breath for a second and listened.

Creeeeeaaaaakkkkkkk

The bedroom door slowly opened. Jason quickly slipped his hand out from his underwear. He took several deep breaths in attempt to slow his breathing. He knew he was red in the face and he could feel perspiration on his forehead.. He had been so close to finishing.

He felt, rather than heard, soft footsteps as Chrissy came out of the bedroom. He dared not move. Shit! His rock hard erection was pushing against his briefs, hard.

He knew that some nights Chrissy woke in the early hours to go to the bathroom or to get water from the kitchen. This time it seemed she was thirsty. The kitchen was past the living room so she would have to walk right by the couch he was sleeping on to reach it. He hoped it was so dark that she did not notice his red face or the tent his cock was making.

If she had been masturbating and thought Jason heard her, she would likely get embarrassed. He didn't want to strain their newly formed relationship. After all, she was his sister and so he figured they would see each other often.

The thought made him feel ashamed of the fantasy he was having only moments before. She slowed as she approached the couch. Stepping lightly as she could. Jason fought the irrational urge to smile. Behind his closed eyes he imagined her staring at him. Though he knew she was just trying not to wake him.

After what seemed like minutes, but Jason figured were seconds, he felt the soft padding again. She was past the couch already.

He let out of breath of relief and opened his eyes a fraction. He turned his head and saw her silhouette in the kitchen filling a glass with water. He never saw such a perfect figure before. She was better looking than the models he saw in magazines. Silently, Jason reached down and slid the blanket over himself and turned slightly onto his side. Now he was safely covered.

A minute later he heard shuffling feet as Chrissy crept back towards her room. Again, she slowed down when she reached the couch. Jason breathed deeply feigning sleep. He got a nose full of a sweet smell. Instantly his erection grew to its full length.

He did not know if she wore perfume but whatever it was, it smelled incredible. He heard her stumble slightly and felt several drops hit his cheek. She must have tripped and accidentally spilled a bit of water. Jason felt footsteps again and knew that she was past him. He listened as her door closed and only then relaxed.

The drops from his cheek ran down to his lips. He licked up the water and thought it was peculiar that it tasted so sweet.

Jason was still aroused but felt guilty about the fantasy he was having. So he tried to think about innocent things like the book he was reading. It took much longer than normal but finally he drifted off to sleep again.

Chrissy's version of events.

Another day down. Again another night of being sexually frustrated to overcome. Chrissy couldn't sleep in her brothers room with his scent enveloping her. She got wet just being around him. She couldn't begin to count the amount of times she had nearly been overcome by the urge to jump him and force him to pleasure her. She wanted to have her way with him. Several times a day she had to finger herself to keep from going insane. Still, it was proving not to be enough.

"Mmmmm." A loud moan escaped her lips as she pulled her fingers out from inside her. It was 2 AM so Jason was deep asleep. Or else he would have heard her. Thinking of Jason sleeping on the couch right outside her door was almost too much for her. Especially when she was feeling like this. She knew he did not wear a shirt to sleep. She often imagined him crawling in her bed and pulling her against him. That was the reason she wore only a loose t-shirt to sleep.

She heard a clatter coming from the direction of the living room. Without thinking of what she was doing Chrissy was walking towards the door. She was completely naked. She opened the door and told herself she only wanted water from the kitchen. Which coincidentally meant that she had to walk past Jason who was sleeping on the couch.

Of course she did not want to soil her clean underwear so she went naked. Anyways, he was fast asleep. Her mind was busy thinking up rationalizations.

With every step she took her wet thighs rubbed together. She rarely got so wet as she did around Jason.

It was dark but her eyes had already adjusted since she did not keep the lights on in her own room. She approached the couch as quietly as she could. When she looked down at Jason's sleeping figure, she froze mid-step. Her breath caught in her throat. He had an erection that pressed against the fabric of his underwear.

The fabric was so thin that she could see the mushroom head of his cock beneath it. She silently rubbed her mound as she imagined reaching down and slipping off his briefs. She wanted to free his erection and grab it in her hands. Even more desperately, she wanted to taste him. She would gently grab his erection and lean forward until she could wrap her mouth around the tip. Then she would take the entire length into her mouth and pump him slowly until he came deep into her throat.

Chrissy watched her hand reach towards him but forced herself to stop. What would happen if he woke up and found his sister taking advantage of him while he slept? What would their parents think? Jason would likely hate her forever and avoid her. He would never want to see her again.

I need a cold drink, NOW.

She forced herself past the couch one step at a time. She filled a glass with water and chugged the entire thing. It didn't help. On the contrary, she decided she would have a taste of him after all. He was asleep and she would be careful not to wake him. She wanted only a taste. Her hand had found its way between her legs again. She slowly slid them out and gasped silently as she felt her juices run down her thigh.

Chrissy made up her mind. She would take the risk. She wanted him more than she had every wanted anybody. She would finally have a taste of him that night.

When she got back to the couch she was crushed to see that he had rolled over. The blanket was covering him as well. It would be too risky to try and unwrap him from the covers. Instead, she pushed her hips near Jason's face and wished he would open his eyes, lean forward several inches and bury his tongue into her wetness.

Her finger slid between her lips and she felt an orgasm overcome her. She almost fell onto Jason but caught herself. Several drops of her juices dripped onto his face. She wanted to grab his face and bring it to her dripping pussy but she couldn't. As frustrated as ever she returned to her room to masturbate again. Alone.

Pt 2. Of Chapter 2.

She had survived till the morning. Somehow.

"Look at what I got!" Chrissy said with a singsong voice.

Jason looked up from the omelet he made for their breakfast. He was not consciously trying to impress his sister but he had definitely put in more effort into breakfast than he usually did. This time he really outdid himself. An egg omelet with green and red peppers, onions, mushrooms, bacon, tomatoes, some more bacon, garnished with Italian spices and crumbled feta cheese on top. It tasted as delicious as it looked.

"Hmm?" He asked while enjoying the gourmet meal.

Chrissy drummed her fingers on the table for effect. "...Tickets to the haunted house amusement park!"

Jason could not help but grin at her. She was so excited that she was acting like a child. It was a nice to see that side of her as well. She often tried to act older and mature.

"You'll come with me, right?" she asked as she took her first bite of the eggs.

Before he could answer she put up her hand to keep him from speaking. She finished chewing and Jason wondered why she suddenly became so serious. "These eggs are the most magnificent thing I have ever tasted. IN MY LIFE!" She gushed.

Jason felt himself blush slightly. "Thank you," he said, then, "And yes, I would love to join you to the amusement park. Though not because you complimented my cooking. Which would be super sneaky and underhanded and impressive if you did."

"I wish you could cook breakfast for me for the rest of my life, Jason." She said and then grinned. It was a sexy and mischievous grin. He doubted she knew how that sounded. Though her grin did hint otherwise.

"When do you want to go?" Jason asked, ever so modest, to change the subject of his cooking.

"Seeing as how it's Halloween themed, the best times would be later in the evening. Let's go after an early dinner?"

"Done deal."

After breakfast Chrissy went outside to do her morning routine of yoga and a swim. It was Jason's turn to clean the rest of the kitchen.

"Jason!" Chrissy called from outside, "Come join me for a dip when you finish!"

"Sure," he called out the open window.

He filled the dishwasher and then turned it on. He opened the screen door and walked into the backyard, stripping off his t-shirt as he walked towards the pool. He tossed it onto one of the chairs next his towel. Chrissy was standing at the edge of the pool watching him approach.

She had a look on her face that Jason did not know how to decipher. He was about to ask when suddenly she turned around and dove in.

Jason ran and jumped in after her. The moment she came up for air, Jason grabber her and swung her around. Chrissy squealed in delight and fought to escape his grasp.

His foot slipped underwater and for a moment he lost his balance. The moment was all she needed to gain the upper hand. She twisted in his embrace and shoved her body weight forward, throwing Jason under the water while straddling him. Jason smiled underwater and let their intertwined bodies sink deeper. They would soon find out which one of them could hold their breaths longer. Jason was confident.

Chrissy must have figured his plan because she wrapped her legs around him tighter. Jason's grin disappeared in an instant. Chrissy must not have noticed but her crotch was grinding against him. He felt his erection grow and press against her. He reached up and tried to disengage her from his body but she fought him off.

She was still competing to best him.

Jason feared that any moment she would notice his erection pressing against her. He tossed and turned trying to escape her embrace but she only tightened her thighs around him. She must not have realized the effect it was having on him. Each time he moved, her body would grind up and down, essentially stroking his shaft.

Suddenly she let go and swam to the surface.

She noticed. Jason though in horror.

He felt the guilt and shame that his body reacted so easily to hers. His sister.

He was running out of air too so he reluctantly swam to the surface. He wanted nothing more than to stay underwater, away from the accusing look he was sure to get. When he broke the surface he heard laughter.

"Alright, alright, you win! I guess your lungs are bigger than mine." Chrissy said, seemingly oblivious to Jason's plight.

Jason laughed in relief and then quipped back, "Never underestimate your opponent, young grasshopper."

"Never indeed," she replied in a different voice. He thought he saw her eyes flicker below the water at him but he was sure he imagined it.

"I am going to dry off and then run to the store. You need anything?" She asked as she swam to the ladder.

"Only the things on the list by the fridge." He said as he watched Chrissy begin up the ladder. He watched as her slender arms reached up and pulled the rest of her body out of the water. She took one step at a time, her hips swaying back and forth. From his vantage point below, he could see her mound pushing against the fabric. He was so close that he could reach over and touch her. But he restrained himself.

"You coming or what?" She asked as she took a towel and wrapped herself with it.

"Ya, in a moment."

As soon as she began walking towards the house, he jumped out grabbed his towel to wrap around himself to hide his erection.

Jason shook his head slowly and went into the house after his sister. She was already in the bedroom, changing into dry clothes to go shopping. He would have to use the bathroom to change. As he was walking by the bedroom he noticed that the door was slightly ajar.

He could hear music playing inside. Without thinking, he pushed the door open slightly and peered into the room. Chrissy was lying on her back on the bed. A black silk blindfold was over her eyes and her breasts had escaped her bathing suit top. Her hand was inside her bathing suit bottom, deep between her legs. He watched as she thrust her hips into the air, her hand moving in and out of her pussy.

He reached into his pants and started rubbing his stiff cock. It was too much to handle. He watched as her breasts bounced in rhythm to her thrusts. He drank in the sight of her beautiful tanned figure. The perfect curves of her hips, her hair wild around her face, slender fingers sliding in and out of her cunt.

From his vantage point he could not see her crotch. Still, his cock ached at the sight of her. He stroked hard and fast. Chrissy turned onto her stomach and got to her knees. She leaned forward and thrust her ass into the air. She took her soaked fingers and slid them between her ass, rubbing her asshole. Jason watched, mesmerized, as his sister lifted the same fingers and placed them into her mouth. She sucked the juice from them before reaching back down between her legs.

Jason ran from the doorway and into the bathroom down the hall. He could feel his balls churning, about to release their load. He barely made it to the shower before his cock squirted cum all over the wall. He hunched over his spurting cock and stroked it until he could hardly move. He slid down the floor and waited for his heartbeat to slow. Then he turned on the shower and washed himself and the wall clean.

By the time he came out of the shower, Chrissy had left. He went into the bedroom to grab a change of clothes and stopped when he saw his bed. A large dark spot was left where Chrissy had been. Somehow he did not think it was water from the pool. He felt his cock begin to stir again and groaned in frustration as he quickly grabbed his clothes and nearly ran out of the room.

Chapter 2 Pt 3

Later that evening Chrissy was in the kitchen preparing an early dinner since they had plans to go to the haunted festival afterwards.

"Oho, what do we have here?" Jason asked mockingly, watching as Chrissy deftly cut up vegetables.

"What, you thought I was a helpless maiden unable to cook and fend for herself?" She gave him a wicked grin.

"Actually, that's exactly what I thought."

Jason ducked quickly as his sister threw half a carrot at him.

"Well sorry to disappoint, but me and my able self are making stir-fry with braised steak."

Jason grabbed the carrot she threw, rinsed it under water, and sat down at the table. He took a bite of the carrot and watched Chrissy work. She was wearing her yoga pants. The ones that clung tightly to her ass. He watched, mesmerized, as she walked around the kitchen, tossing in ingredients.

"Not disappointed. Not at all..."

Chrissy glanced at him and then went back to her sizzling pan. He could hear the grin in her voice when she retorted, "Here I am working while you sit and watch. Want to make yourself useful?"

Jason laughed and got to his feet, "Of course, what do you want me to do?"

"What indeed..." She answered, elusively. Then she quickly added, "The table for starters! Set the table."

Jason was not sure if she knew the effect she had on him. It was as if she acted the way she did just to torture him. He decided it was about time he did some torturing himself and cause Chrissy to wonder if he was simply clueless and naïve.

Or at least it made sense in his head. He had no idea of the consequences that would come of his 'playing around'.

Jason walked up behind Chrissy and stopped when he was only an inch from her body. He saw Chrissy tense and suddenly her cutting was not as smooth as it was before. Jason leaned his head over her shoulder, mere inches from her neck and said, "Looks good so far." He paused a moment and then said, "Smells... delicious."

Before Chrissy had a chance to do or say anything, Jason reached above the area she was working and opened the cabinet. He leaned forward as he reached inside to grab some plates, his body pressing against hers. He pushed forward with his body until he felt her bump against the counter.

"Keep cooking, or you'll burn it." He chided her offhandedly.

Then as if thinking aloud said, "Two plates, and glasses..." Jason took each item one at a time. "Ah, and another plate for serving..." He pushed against Chrissy even harder suddenly, like a soft thrust. He groaned as if he was reaching for a dish farther up in the cabinet. Though in reality with his height it was easily within reach.

His sister had all but stopped cutting. Her hands were planted on the counter and she was being careful not to move an inch. For an instant Jason thought he felt her thrust back against him. He was fully erect by that point and wondered if she felt it. But the movement was so quick that he was not sure it happened at all.

Then all at once Jason lifted the dishes above her head and turned around to place them on the table. Chrissy stumbled back a few steps.

Jason was grinning as he set the table so he was careful not to turn around, else she might see his face. Though he wanted nothing more than to see the effect he had on her.