A Summer to Remember

"No worries. You're right, we ARE going back to bed, and I should put them on," Brady heard his sister say just before the world suddenly seemed to start moving in slow motion. For the briefest of moments, he found himself relieved that Amanda had agreed to get dressed and go to sleep...then she slowly began to turn away from him. As she turned, Brady's eyes began to slowly move down the back of her green shirt, down to her incredibly tight, incredibly firm, incredibly sexy ass...her bare ass. His eyes lingered there for what seemed an eternity, taking in every curve, every movement as she stood in front of him, naked from the waist down.

Then, as Amanda bent over to pick her panties up from the floor, Brady heard himself gasp audibly. Still he couldn't take his eyes off of his sister's ass. At that moment, he seemed to be aware of everything at once...the feel of his cock twitching against the front of his pajama pants, the pounding of his heart in his chest, the feel of his tongue as he licked his lips nervously, the sight of Amanda's pussy peeking out between her ass cheeks as she bent over in front of him...so close.

Before he realized what he was doing he felt his hands reaching out as if to take hold of her hips and pull her back into him. Even as he could hear a voice inside of his head telling him to stop, Brady felt his hands moving closer, but then, just an inch away, Amanda dropped to her knees to pick up the panties, which she too had dropped. Jerking his hands back, Brady watched as his sister stood and slipped the tight panties on pulling them up over her beautiful ass.

As Amanda turned back to face him, Brady felt his eyes refocus, his gaze moving back up her body to her face. Before he could say anything, his sister stepped forward putting her arms around him. This time, however, she didn't just press her body against his, this time she pressed her lips to his. Brady didn't resist as she kissed him, on the contrary, as her soft lips seemed to linger on his, he slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. His heart was pounding harder and faster than before.

He couldn't honestly say who broke the kiss and embrace first, but he could admit that he felt a slight pang of disappointment as it ended. As Amanda took a half step back, Brady was suddenly, almost painfully aware that his throbbing erection, which had been so very close for so very long, to slipping out through the front of his pajamas, had finally done so and was now extending out in his sister's direction.
 
Amanda and Brady kissed sensually, nothing like the kiss that a brother and sister should share. Ever. But it seemed to go on forever, with neither pulling away. Rather, they seemed to both be pushing into each other, getting more and more into it. "Oh, Brady." she whimpered, his arms pulling her tightly into his body.

As the kiss ended and she pulled away, her heart dropped. But then she glanced down and saw that his cock had slipped through the front of his pj pants and was pointing straight at her, as hard as she could imagine a man could get. "Oh." she whispered.

She wanted to kiss it, she wanted to touch it, she wanted it in her mouth...and her face flushed red as she realized she was still staring. "Brady--I want you." She wanted him to tell her to stop, she wanted him to tell her to get in bed with him and be quiet, that they would never be like that. She wanted to wake up and find out it was a dream, and she was still in her own bed.

She mentally hit herself for even thinking about wanting her brother. How could she be such a little slut? Her brother, her flesh and blood, they'd lived together almost their entire lives, and she wanted him as a lover? What was wrong with her?
 
When he realized that his very stiff, very large erection was portruding from his pants, Brady's first reaction was to glance quickly up at his sister's face, hoping perhaps that Amanda hadn't noticed his exposure. That hope was quickly dashed when he saw that her eyes were locked firmly on his rigid cock. For what seemed like the millionth time that night, Brady wasn't sure what to do or say as he and his baby sister stood there in the silence of his bedroom.

"Brady--I want you." The words seemed to come from a far off distance, and when Brady finally did process them, he found himself waiting for Amanda to finish her sentence. Surely she was going to say something like Brady--I want you to sleep on the couch, or Brady--I want you to cover yourself up. There had to be more to the sentence. Something. But the something never came, and Brady found himself staring into his sister's eyes wondering if she felt as confused and conflicted as he did.

As he stood there in that moment, still too shocked and confused to act, Brady found himself wishing Amanda would do something. Anything. Scream at him. Walk away. Climb into the bed. Anything. Most of all, he found himself wishing she would reach out and touch his swollen dick. Take it in her hand. Stroke it. Slide back down onto her knees in front of him and take his cock into her mouth. The myriad of indecent images that rushed into his mind left him feeling even more awkward and guilty.

"Uhm...I think I should just sleep on the couch tonight," Brady finally said, trying his best to push his erection back through the hole in the front of his pajamas. "It's been a crazy night. We both just need to get some sleep. Is that okay with you, sis?" he asked tentatively.
 
Amanda shook her head, "It's okay. We're both dressed now." she swallowed hard, knowing her panties were soaked and clearly he was still aroused and hard. She sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled herself under the covers and slid down until her head was on his fluffy blue pillow. She patted the bed beside her, "Really, it's okay."

As he sat down tentatively, she whispered softly, her eyes meeting his, "It's natural. It doesn't have anything to do with the fact that we're brother and sister, it's just two bodies' reactions." she smiled unconvincingly at him and rubbed his wrist softly, unknowing of any effect it might create on him. "You're right, let's just forget all this sillyness and get in bed." She was trying to sound sure, but her voice was anything but. She sounded like she was trying to convince herself at the same time.

"Snuggle close, though. It's so cold." she whimpered softly as she snuggled into his side and kissed his bare shoulder. "I used to love sleeping with you when you would let me. Nightmares or problems or when mom and dad would fight...man, that was nice. You were so much warmer than my teddy bear."

As she slid the bottom half into his, her thighs and groin pressing into his thighs, it was obvious that she was wet, but she didn't say anything, and hoped that he wouldn't either.
 
Even as he walked to the bed and sat down beside Amanda, Brady was picturing himself walking out of the room, walking downstairs, lying down on the couch and falling asleep. That was what he was supposed to be doing. That was where he was supposed to be going. That would have been the right thing to do, the best thing under the circumstances. Instead of getting as far away from his sister as he could, he found himself slipping beneath the covers next to her. Instead of listening to the sounds of the TV in the living room as he drifted to sleep, it was Amanda's soft, soothing voice that filled his ears. Instead of feeling the cool touch of the air from the ceiling fan above the couch dancing across his bare chest, it was the warm, soft feel of his sister's lips on his shoulder that he felt.

Brady could feel Amanda snuggle closer to his side, one of her legs sliding on top of his, her hips pressing against his thigh. He could feel the dampness between her legs, even through the fabric of his pajamas. The thought of it brought his mind quickly back to the images he'd seen just a few minutes prior. The image of her on the bed, pleasuring herself. The image of her pussy as he had bent to the ground to retrieve her panties. The image of her as she bent over to pick up the panties, her ass and pussy directly in front of him.

Feeling his cock throb in response to the images in his mind, Brady reached down beneath the covers and tried to discreetly angle it away from his sister so that she wouldn't accidentally brush her leg against it. Great, now she probably thinks I'm playing with myself, he chastised himself. By now she has to be convinced that I'm a complete pervert. First, I grope her while she's having a wet dream, then after I walk in on her masturbating, I not only get a hard on, I expose myself to her. I'm shocked she wants to be anywhere near me.

"Amanda..." he said, his voice practically a whisper. "I'm really sorry about tonight. I'm sorry I was acting so weird. I don't know what's wrong with me," as Brady finished speaking, he rolled slightly toward his sister to give her a kiss. As he lowered his lips down to her forehead, he instinctively reached out to touch her arm, instead his hand ended up on her chest, his fingers brushing firmly against her breasts and nipple.
 
Amanda could tell that her brother was hard, but she didn't care. She knew she should have let him go out to the living room, knew she should have let him sleep on the couch. She found herself happy that he had stayed, and happy that he was in bed next to her.

She nibbled his shoulder softly, as he whispered an apology."It's o-" she trailed off as he kissed her forehead, his hand coming to rest on her breast and one of his fingers right up against her firm nipple, "Ahh." she whimpered, her hand coming to rest on top of his. "That feels nice." she whispered, almost falling asleep, but her pussy clenching at the feel of her brother's strong hand against the thin materiel of her t-shirt.

She was silent for a few seconds and then blurted out, "How many girls have you had sex with in college?" before he could answer, she asked another question, "Or...who was the last one? No...no...who was your favorite? Actually, just answer all of those." she bit her lower lip and hid her face in his shoulder as she felt him tense up, afraid she had upset him.

Amanda was just a curious girl, always asking questions, always snooping around. This time, though, she may have gone too far. She hoped he would just stay in bed and answer, so she could listen to his stories without feeling weird about it. They used to share a lot of things, sex not being one of them.
 
Brady's mouth started to form an apology, but before he could say anything...before he could move his hand away from his sister's breast, he heard her whimper and felt her hand slide over top of his, keeping his hand in place, pressing it more firmly against her chest.

"That feels nice."

Brady knew he could pull his hand away if he wanted. He knew he should, but he didn't want to. He liked the feel of her firm, full breast against his hand. Letting his hand relax a little, he cupped Amanda's breast gently as she began to whisper into his ear, asking him a series of questions.

"Actually, just answer all of those."

"Well," Brady said, rolling all the way onto his side, facing Amanda, his hand still cupping her tit, his still stiff cock brushing against her, "I don't know. Maybe nine...ten? Something like that." He smiled at the expression on his little sister's face, she seemed to be hanging on his every word.

"The last one was a girl named Aubrey," he told her, one of his fingers rubbing against her hardening nipple absently. "We met in calculus class, ended up studying in her dorm room. After we were done studying we started fooling around. She was a total freak, I mean, in a good way."

Brady paused for a moment, looking into Amanda's eyes, "Are you sure you want to hear all this?"
 
Amanda looked down at her brother's cock brushing her stomach, but chose to ignore it. She took her hand off of her brother's, letting him have the choice of taking his hand off of her breast.

"Aubrey is a beautiful name." she brushed her hair back from her face, and he got a whiff of her apple perfume. Her breath caught in her throat as his thumb rubbed over her hard nipple. "That sounds naughty...was she a slut?" she giggled,

"Yeah, Brady. I want to hear all of it. We're old enough now to talk about this stuff with each other." she hoped her brother wouldn't ask about her sex life when he was done, but she knew if he did that she would have to answer, and answer honestly.

"I'm not even sleepy now." she whispered quietly.
 
"I'm not even sleepy now." she whispered quietly. Brady knew that he should be sleepy. He'd been exhausted when he first arrived at his parents' house, and now here he was hours later, and the last thing on his mind was going to sleep.

He felt Amanda's hand slip from on top of his own, but nonetheless, kept his hand on her chest as he attempted to answer his sister's questions, "She wasn't a slut, she was just a little wild...in a good way. She was really loud, like she wanted the other girls in the dorm to hear, and she begged me to choke her while I was fucking her. Stuff like that," he said, still feeling awkward about the direction the conversation had taken.

Brady shifted his hips slightly, his cock pressing more firmly against his sister's stomach and his leg slipping slightly between hers, his thigh pressing against the damp spot on her panties. "I did have a threesome once. That was probably the best experience I've had so far," Brady stated.

"But what about you?" He said, his thumb rolling over her nipple. "Isn't it time for you to start talking, sis?"
 
Amanda groaned as his thigh pressed hard in between her thighs as he told her the sexy things the girl, Aubrey, had wanted him to do. "Oh, Brady. Did you do those wildly sexy things to her?" her eyes widened as she listened, as she thought of someone doing those things to her, as she thought of her brother doing those things to her. Her pussy flooded a fresh coat of wetness into her panties.

His thumb was firm against her nipple as he spoke in his low, gravelly voice. It had never had any kind of effect on her before, and she was upset with herself for being attracted to her brother, even under these circumstances.

"A threesome, hm?" she groaned softly. "Ummmm no...I haven't done anything too exciting. But you can ask any question you want. You've been honest with me, so I promise to be honest with you."
 
Even as she told him that she would answer his questions, Brady could tell that Amanda was hesitant to talk about her own sexual experiences. He found her vulnerability endearing, and his natural instinct to protect her seemed to kick in. He lowered his lips to her forehead again, trying to make her feel more comfortable.

Instead of asking her anything, he steered the conversation back to his own exploits at school, telling her in detail about the threesome he'd had, as well as the professor he'd hooked up with. As he spoke about his experiences he could see his sister begin to become less nervous. He could also feel her body responding subtly to the talk of sex, her nipple hardening beneath his thumb, the dampness between her legs growing more pronounced, her breathing growing heavier.

The more he talked though, the more curious Brady became about Amanda's own history. Besides, it wasn't fair for him to have to reveal all of his most intimate experiences while she remained quiet. "So, you mentioned you and Evan fooling around...just how far did you go with Evan? Any other boys I should know about? Or girls for that matter?" Brady smiled wickedly as he asked the last question.
 
Amanda squirmed and shifted as he told her detailed stories of what her brother had done to different girls, participating in a threesome, and even having sex with a teacher of his. She started to get wet, her nipples hardening even more against her shirt and his thumb, and she knew her breathing was ragged and slow.

"Umm, we've made out a lot, and he's felt me up." she paused, her eyes closing, a smile coming to her face, "And we've gotten each other off with our hands...and oral. He ate me out many times before I ever gave him head, though." she giggled. "Yeah, there's been a couple of other guys I've fooled around with, but nothing major."

She paused again, looking at him intently, "Bethany and I may have fooled around a few times."
 
As Brady listened to his sister talk about her experiences with her former boyfriend, he couldn't help but picture what she was describing. When she mentioned how he'd gone down on her a lot, he immediately remembered the sight of her spread eagle on the bed, and imagined someone between her legs, licking her pussy, the inside of her thighs wet and sticky, her breathing shallow and fast, punctuated with soft moans. That image was quickly replaced with another as Amanda mentioned sucking her boyfriend's dick. Brady felt his cock pulse and press against his sister's stomach as he pictured her on her knees, her lips wrapped around a thick cock, her head bobbing forward and back, taking the full length of the cock into her mouth and throat. The image was so clear in his mind. He felt his hand squeeze her breast slightly as he pictured Amanda jerking the guy's cock off over her face, thick strands of white cum splashing down onto her cheeks and into her open mouth.

"Bethany and I may have fooled around a few times," hearing his sister mention messing around with one of her hot friends snapped Brady's attention back to the moment. As he waited for a moment to see if she was going to offer up more details, he finally let his hand slip from her breast, sliding down to rest on her hip, his fingers resting lightly against the top of her ass.

"So what exactly did you two-" Brady started to ask when a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Wait a minute...are you telling me that you're...a virgin?"
 
Amanda snuggled closer to her brother, giggling as she felt his erection harden, brushing harder against her stomach. "What are you thinking about?" she whispered, to which he just looked up at her, saying nothing. Now she was thinking about her brother in ways she shouldn't, thinking about him between her legs, thinking about sucking his dick.

"Brady..." she started, but was cut off by his hand squeezing her breast and sliding down to her hip, almost against her ass. She tucked her hip in closer to him, causing his hand to slip to the top of her firm ass.

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying. I'm a virgin." she said it with a smirk, but all of a sudden felt self-concious. "Is-is that bad?" she whispered, her eyes widening as she bit her lower lip. "I mean, I wasn't planning on bringing that up, but you know...you asked and then I guess it just sort of came out that I'd not done anything major, and then I felt sort of weird about it and..." she rambled on, hoping that her brother would stop her.

She suddenly got an image of being bent over the bed, her brother slamming his thick cock into her tight little hole, in and out, back and forth across her wet pussy, teasing her clit, in and out, coming all over her ass and pussy lips. Her face flushed bright red, embarrassed.
 
Seeing Amanda's cheeks turn a deeper shade of red, Brady figured she must be embarrassed about admitting that she was still a virgin. He leaned closer to her and kissed her softly on the cheek, his lips brushing briefly against hers as he pulled back.

"It's no big deal," he whispered. "Actually, I think it's...sexy...knowing you've never been with a guy. I'm sure most guys would feel the same."

Brady's eyes glanced down, noticing the outline of his sister's hard nipples poking against the front of her shirt. He licked his lips as he let his attention linger there for a moment. He could almost picture what her breasts would look like without the thin shirt to cover them. He could almost imagine himself placing his mouth on her breast, his lips closing around her firm nipple, the tip of his tongue teasing it. The thoughts were enough to send another twitch through his rigid cock. He shifted his hips slightly, his cock grinding more firmly against Amanda's stomach.

Finally pulling his gaze away from Amanda's chest, Brady patted his sister on the rear, "Well, unless you have any more questions about my sex life, or anymore details you want to share about you and Bethany, I think we should both try to get some sleep now. Okay?"
 
"R-really?"

She was just as surprised that her brother didn't laugh and make fun of her as she was that he thought she was sexy for being a virgin. "You don't think it's silly that I'm so inexperienced?" she glanced up at him as he glanced down, very obviously checking her breasts out. They were moving a little, with each heavy breath, her nipples achingly hard against the fabric of the shirt.

"You're right, let's get some sleep. We can always pick up where we left off tomorrow."

She smiled, and closed her eyes, rubbing her body into his, ignoring the rock hard cock against her stomach. "Love you." she rolled over, and then rolled over again, trying to get comfortable. Finally she just pulled her top off, put her body back in the position close to his body. Her hand was flat against his chest and the other hand tucked by her hips.
 
"Love you, too, sis," Brady said with a yawn as he closed his eyes, preparing to go to sleep. He felt Amanda roll over beside him, her back now to him. He slipped his arm around her waist as he felt her ass wiggle back against the large bulge in his pants. Smiling to himself, he snuggled close, ignoring the nagging doubts in the back of his mind that were trying to tell him he shouldn't be enjoying the warmth of his sister's body...he shouldn't be encouraging her by talking about sex...he shouldn't be thinking of her body naked, thinking of her having sex...he shouldn't enjoy the feel of his cock pressing against the crack of her ass.

A moment later, Amanda, who seemed to be having trouble getting comfortable, rolled back over. She tossed and turned a few more times, as Brady waited patiently for her to settle in. Just as he was about to ask her if she was okay, she sat up and pulled her shift off, tossing it to the floor. The moonlight glinted off her bare breasts, illuminating every detail as she turned back to face Brady...the soft curves, the hard nipples, the smooth, flawless skin.

He could feel his breath catch in his chest as she settled back down beside him, once again facing him. He took one last glance at her perfect breasts before closing his eyes, the doubts in his head growing louder. Amanda snuggled close, her bare chest pressing momentarily against his arms and his own chest, his cock once again sandwhiched between their bodies.

Feeling her hand come to rest softly against his chest, Brady let out a deep sigh. Convincing himself that he should just go to sleep, he let his arm slip around her waist again, his hand once again resting at the top of her ass, as he tried not to think about the feel of her nipples against his body. The mental and physical exhaustion he felt finally began to pull him into a shallow sleep and dreams of a very beautiful, very sexy brunette who looked a lot like his sister...
 
Amanda finally felt comfortable, safe in her big brother's arms. She could feel his heavy breath, his chest moving, his warmth, his hard cock, and it was arousing her. But she fought through it, trying to sleep.

It didn't take long, as her body was tired and ready to sleep, thankful for the silence that filled the room. But her sleep wasn't deep and fulfilling as it usually was. It was full of dreams and her body shifted and once in a while she groaned out quietly, her dream a naughty one, riding a cock that belonged to a fit guy who looked too much like Brady.

Morning came, light shining through the blinds, eyes opening, eyelashes fluttering as memories flooded through her mind of the night before. Her cheeks flamed red as she looked at her brother, who was still asleep. "You're beautiful." she whispered, amazed at how gorgeous her brother looked, even while sleeping. He lay on his back, the blanket covering his hips and legs, his long eyelashes fluttering as his chest rose, sleeping soundly now.

She pulled herself out from under his arm lightly, trying not to wake him. Tha's when she saw the wet spot where she'd been lying. She rubbed the side of her face and her hair. "What is that?" she groaned to herself, knowing it was her cum. She remembered her dream, coming all over the big cock of her unknown lover.

"Fuck." she looked around the room for a towel, a shirt, anything to soak it up before Brady would wake up and see it. But with all of her luck, he'd wake up before she got a chance to cover up the evidence, and even worse, he'd laugh and make fun of her for "wetting the bed".
 
Brady finally woke reluctantly, his body fighting to remain asleep, even as his mind fought to hold on to the last of his dreams. It was a soft dream...beautiful, not as sexually charged as the dreams that had dominated most of his sleeping thoughts, but intense nonetheless. As his eyes started to flutter open, he could still see the beautiful girl from his dream as she leaned over him, her breasts brushing lightly against his chest as she smiled down at him. She looked so familiar...what was her name? Amber? Amy? But before he could remember the details the dream slipped away taking his new found lover with it.

As his dream slipped away his mind was filled with thoughts of the night before. Amanda. His sister. He could feel her moving in the bed beside him. Flooded with an intense guilt and awkwardness, Brady forced himself not to move, preferring to pretend to sleep rather than have to face his sister.

He could tell that she was awake. Cracking his eyelids just enough to catch a glimpse of what she was doing, Brady saw Amanda slip from the bed. He watched her through the blur of his eyelashes as she searched the room for something, wearing only the tight panties that she had slept in. As she turned back toward the bed, Brady's eyes locked on her bare chest. He remembered how she had removed her shirt in the middle of the night, remembered seeing her perfect, teen breasts illuminated by the moonlight through the window, remembered rationalizing in the darkness of the night that it was okay, but now, in the light of day, he felt ashamed to be looking at her half naked body. And yet he couldn't stop himself.

As he continued to fein slumber, Brady was suddenly acutely aware of his body. His dick was once again hard, but worse, he could also feel a wetness on the front of his pajama pants. He realized immediately, that he must have had a wet dream in the middle of the night. With Amanda moving back toward the bed, Brady was frozen with panic. He didn't want her to know he was awake, but he also didn't want her to notice his erection, or worse the wet spot on his pants. Just as she reached the edge of the bed, Brady rolled over onto his stomach, pulling the sheet higher over his body, his eyes fluttering open as if he'd just awakened.

"Good morning," he mumbled. "What are you doing?"
 
“I…uh…” she cursed to herself. Her brother was awake and probably had been for several minutes, watching her make a fool of herself, “What are YOU doing?” she went for the offense instead of defending herself or telling them what had really happened, “Why are you rolled over like that? Trying to hide something?” she dropped the t-shirt in her hand and jumped on Brady’s back, giggling. She was trying to roll over and discover what he was hiding, but she knew it’d get on his nerves fast. Brady was a grump when he first woke up.

She leaned down and bit his ear, aware that her panties were wet against his bare back where she sat, her thighs firm against him. She hoped that he wouldn’t smell her cunt or know that she had come in his bed; a wet dream having filled most of her night. “Braaaddyyy…” she tugged at his arms, trying to roll him over, “Come on, I’m your lil sis, what you got to hide?” she grinned over his shoulder, biting hard, hoping he’d flinch and she’d been able to turn him over.

But of course, she was still aroused, yet again. That didn’t help anything.
 
Brady hadn't expected his sister to react the way she had, pouncing onto the bed and sitting on top of him. He laughed in surprise, but refused to roll back over. He knew she wasn't strong enough to flip him over if he didn't want her to, so he simply laid there patiently as she bounced on his back, her thighs pressed tightly to his sides.

Then just as he was starting to wonder about the warm wet feeling in the middle of his back, she leaned down and he felt her mouth on his ear. For a split second, Brady thought Amanda was kissing his ear affectionately, her breath warm, her lips soft, but then he felt her teeth close on his ear.

"Ouch! What the fuck, Amanda?" he said, irritated.

“Come on, I’m your lil sis, what you got to hide?” he heard her say in response. He shrugged his back and shoulders trying to shake her off but she stayed atop him, squeezing his torso with her legs. Then he felt her teeth sink down into his ear again, harder.

"That's enough, damnit," Brady shouted. "If you don't stop, I swear I'll not only throw you down and give you the worst titty twister of your life, but I'll spank your little butt til its red!" Wait, where did that come from? he thought to himself as an image formed in his mind of him spanking his sister.
 
Amanda's first instinct was to squeal or to call him a disgusting name. Her conscience told her that the right thing to do was to call him on the inappropriateness of his comment. But of course, once again, she ignored her conscience and did what she wanted to. Push his buttons.

"Okay, Brady. Go for it."

Still clinging to his back with one arm, she pulled her panties off of her ass and down her legs, throwing them on the ground. "Now you have easy access for that spanking you're threatening me with. Unless..." she paused, waiting for him to glance back at her, their eyes meeting. She narrowed her eyes and continued, "You're all talk."

She bit her bottom lip, the tip of her soft, wet, pink tongue poking out the side of her mouth, her tits pressed into his bare back, her bare pussy pressed into him...it was like something out of a weird porn movie--almost. Except for the fact that they were brother and sister and not about to have sex.
 
When he felt his sister squirming around on his back, Brady assumed that his threats had been enough to convince her to get off of him, and that she was simply trying to climb off gracefully. Just as a small smile started to break out on his face, Brady saw Amanda's panties fly across the room, landing on the floor. Then he felt her weight shift again as she straddled him again, the warm wetness between her legs now pressed directly against his back.

"Now you have easy access for that spanking you're threatening me with. Unless..." Brady heard her taunting him. He glanced back at her over his shoulder, making eye contact as she finished her sentence, "You're all talk."

He wasn't sure what to do at first. One part of him wanted to prove to Amanda that he wasn't bluffing, so she would realize when she'd gone too far. Another part of him couldn't get past the fact that she was now sitting on top of him, in his bed, completely naked. He could feel her breasts pressed against his shoulders and neck, her nipples hard and rough against his skin. He could feel her pussy against his lower back. And, in his mind, he could picture her bare ass as she straddled him. Unfortunately, the more he thought about his sister's naked body, the worse his other problem became, and the more insistent he was that he not turn over.

Fortunately or unfortunately, erection or not, his anger and frustration got the best of him. Grabbing one of Amanda's arms, he pulled her to the side as he foreced himself up and rolled over all in one motion. In a blur of motion, Amanda fell to her back on the bed with Brady rolling on top of her, a hand pinning each of her arms to the bed, his torso between her legs, the stiff wood between his legs pressing against her pussy.

"I told you to stop," Brady said, the anger in his voice, his face flushed.
 
Amanda moaned in protest as she went from being in control to being controlled all in a matter of a few seconds. Brady was on top of her, his big, strong hands pinning her arms down, his body between her legs and his hard cock obvious right up against her dripping wet pussy.

"I told you to stop." Brady said. It was angry and rough, almost a growl, and he was breathing hard, his face slightly red. But Amanda was too far gone.

"I told you to stop." she mocked, trying to get an arm free. Brady angry was turning her on so much that her wet pussy was making a wet spot on his boxers against his cock. Her bare ass rubbed against the bed as she wiggled, trying to get the arm free. God, her brother looked so sexy with his hair all messy and his eyes and face set hard like that, and the fact that he had a raging erection didn't hurt.

She struggled, and he put more force down on her arms, causing her to squeal a little bit. When had they thrown caution to the wind? Since when was she allowed to have dirty thoughts like this about her brother? When did it become okay to lie completely naked underneath Brady when both siblings are obviously ready to fuck...and absolutely should not be fucking each other?

"Kiss me, asshole."
 
Brady was already furious to the point of practically loosing control, and Amanda's mocking comment, coupled with the smirk on her face, were only making things worse. He felt her squirming beneath him, trying to free herself, but he knew he was strong enough to hold her down no matter what. And he wasn't ready to let her go yet. He was still too angry to let her go. She needed to be taught a lesson.

As Brady layed on top of his sister's naked body, his eyes locked on to hers, he asked himself why he was so enraged. Was it simply because she was trying to provoke him, because she bit him and wouldn't get off? Or was it more than that? Was he blaming her for his own embarrassment? Blaming her for the guilt he felt? Guilt about his erection? About his wet dream? Was the frustration he felt with her because despite the guilt, despite what he knew about right and wrong, all he really wanted to do at that moment was slip his pajama pants down off his hips and slide his cock into her wet pussy?

"Kiss me, asshole."

Amanda's comment brought Brady's attention back to the moment. It also pissed him off even more. Why couldn't she understand that she was pushing him to a point where he might not be able to stop himself? He might not be able to make the right choice. Feeling his rage growing, Brady slid off his sister's body and flipped her over onto her stomach in one quick motion. Before she could react, he climbed on top of her straddling her back, facing her feet.

Brady paused for a moment, his eyes locked on Amanda's bare ass as she squirmed beneath him. He brought his hands slowly down, one hand on each buttock. For a moment his rage seemed to dissipate, distracted by the sight of her tight little ass, the feel of her firm, smooth cheeks against his hands. Then the guilt kicked in, the realization that he shouldn't be doing this...he shouldn't be enjoying this. The guilt quickly turned to anger.

"I told you that you should have stopped," Brady said as he lifted one hand up and then smacked her ass hard. Then again.
 
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