Dirty Business

With the shower off..and the steam quickly dissipating, Charlie quickly became cold..she was still wet, and the air was cool against her bare skin. She heard Tommy rustling around in the hallway, and then knock on the door. It moved inward a few inches as he made some offhand joke. Charlie rolled her eyes, the shower having woken her up, but having done nothing to quell her high.

She watched as he stepped in, somewhat trying to avoid looking at her, and failing. It surprised her that he would have even thought to walk right in, but what shocked her even more, was the fact that she didn't care. Charlie smiled as she reached out for the towel, letting go of the shower curtain as she did. In one swift movement, she pushed it back and slowly wrapped the towel around her body, and stepped out of the shower. The tightened material pushed at her breasts, and a teasing glimpse of cleavage was shamelessly put on display.

"Thank you..it's all yours by the way.." Charlie grabbed her clothes and slid past her brother, the cramped space barely big enough for the two of them. As she reached the door, she turned her body away from him, and the back of her hand grazed the crotch of his jeans. She was aware of it..but said nothing..the fluttering in her belly spoke volumes though. It had been an accident, but there was no denying the slight bulge underneath the material. Charlie cleared her throat and grabbed the door, pulling it closed as she made her way out.

Once in the bedroom, she gently swung the door closed and proceeded to dry off. She toweled off her hair and then slipped into the pajama shorts and tank top, opting to go commando for bed. She slept better that way. She listened to the water run and splash as Tommy showered, and she went about her routine..brushing out her hair and applying the sweet, lightly floral scented lotion she loved so much. When she was finished, she made her way over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers he had given her, and dug around until her fingers wrapped around the small black grinder and pack of cigars she had stuffed underneath her clothes.

Charlie made her way back to bed, plopping down at the head of it, again resuming her indian style position. She made quick work of disposing of the tobacco in the cigar, dumping it into the plastic pack it came in. The fruity scent wafted upward, filling her nose, and she made a face. She didn't care for the smell, as it was very sweet, but the taste was what she went for. She filled the open cigar with fresh green and effortlessly rolled it, picking up the outer leaf wrap, and carefully moistened it, taking her time piecing it all together. When she was finished, she grabbed Tommys lighter and ran the flame over it to dry it and then sat it and the lighter down as she stood and made her way into the kitchen, grabbing two more beers and then heading back to the bedroom to wait for him to finish..
 
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There was another rush of blood to Tommy’s dick when he felt his sister’s hand brush over his crotch. Totally an accident in the small bathroom, of course. He took a deep breath as she shut the door behind her, and stripped off his clothes and turned the water back on.

He showered quickly, in spite of the buzz he had going, or perhaps because of it. He found himself eager to get high with his sister again. He never imagined they’d have that kind of connection, but here they were. He scrubbed himself down, shampooed his hair, made quick work of shaving the bit of stubble on his cock and balls, and shut the shower off. He grabbed his towel to dry off, and only then realized he’d left his clothes in the bedroom. He dried himself off pretty well, and then wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door, walking into the bedroom.

Charlie was sitting at the end of the bed, and had rolled up a blunt for them to share, as well as grabbing more beer. His eyes grazed over her curves, her bare skin in the tiny shorts and tank top. Tommy wasn’t used to smoking blunts, he tended to prefer one-hitters and bowls. “That’s gonna really fuck me up,” he said with a smirk. “Fire it up.”

He pulled on his black wifebeater, and then stepped into the shorts and pulled them up his legs under the towel, before shucking the towel off, managing to avoid flashing his junk to his sister. He took his towel and hers back to the bathroom, and hung them up to dry on hooks on the door.
 
Tommy walked in the room just then, and Charlie glanced up, letting her eyes slowly wander over his bare chest. He had a nice build..a nice frame. Broad shoulders and a smooth chest. He wasn't bad looking at all. Charlie let her mind drift momentarily, thinking about what he looked like underneath the towel, and just as quickly shut it down. She chastised herself for having rhose thoughts, but the curiosity was still there.

She watched as he dressed, and suppressed a smile as he fought to get his shorts on underneath the towel. She wondered if he had purposely forgotten his clothes, or if it had truly been an accident. She thought about what she had felt under his jeans in the bathroom..and wondered if it had been because of her..had he been thinking of her while she was in the shower? Charlie cleared her throat and patted the spot beside her on the bed. "Then come...let the fuckery begin.." A coy smile playing over her lips as she slid back onto the bed a little..
 
Tommy raised an eyebrow at her words, and a small smirk curled his lip. His mind raced at just what her words meant. Was she just as kinky as he was? He had no way of knowing, and he was too fucked up already to come up with a good way to draw that out of her. But she was bidding him to join her in bed and get high, and he sure as shit wasn’t turning that down!

He crawled onto the bed, and plopped down next to her as she got the blunt sparked up, getting it smoking and taking a big hit off it before passing it over to him. “Thank you,” he said, taking it and drawing deeply on it, holding the smoke deep in his lungs as he handed the blunt back to her.

As they passed it back and forth, filling the small bedroom with a hazy smoke, the concert on the TV came to an end. Tommy grabbed the remote and started scrolling through the options for what to play next, and quickly settled on another concert, improvisational southern rock with a lot of extended guitar solos, which would entertain them for the next couple hours. They were still buzzing off the coke, but the copious amount of weed they were smoking was sure to ease them through the eventual come-down off that high.
 
Although she preferred the clarity of a bowl, Charlie was no stranger to a nicely rolled blunt, and enjoyed them quite a bit. It was nothing for her to roll one and smoke it completely down by herself..but it was nice to have the company. They sat in mutual silence, sharing the moment as the music filled the room. As it ended, Tommy was already searching for something else. His taste in music wasn't bad, and Charlie found that she rather enjoyed the strains of the guitars...they were easy to get lost in.

She leaned back against the headboard and stretched her legs out in front of her. Handing the blunt back to Tommy, she slipped from the bed, and grabbed her empty bottle, motioning towards his. "Do you want another? Or you good?" Charlie had honestly reached her limit with the drinking, but decided against her better judgement. The night was going really well, and she wanted to enjoy as much of it as she could..
 
“One more,” he replied. Famous last words. He grabbed his bottle and drained it down his throat. He took another toke off the dwindling blunt, and reached over to the nightstand to set what little remained in the ashtray. He pushed himself down to sit at the end of the bed.

Charlie returned with more beer, and they clinked their glasses together and took long drinks, and then Charlie got into the music and started to boogie at the foot of the bed. Tommy couldn’t help but lean back and watch, enjoying the subtle way her full tits bounced under her tank top. He could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, and for that he was thankful. He hoped like hell he didn’t get too much of a hard on just from watching her!

The music was infectious, and he was tapping along to the beat in no time, moving with the music as he sat at the foot of the bed. They were both lost in the tune, and their high only amplified it.
 
When she returned, she noticed that Tommy had moved back to the end of the bed, and was leaning back on his forearms. His eyes were seriously glazed over, but he seemed to still be aware of his surroundings. She handed the beer to him, and tapped her bottle against his as she twisted the top off of hers. She glanced over at the television as the main guitarist worked the chords on his guitar, bringing to life a bomb solo..the rhythm easy to dance to. Charlie smiled down at her brother as she began to move, swaying around the room as she pulled on her beer.

She wondered briefly if he had finished the remainder of what they had been smoking, but spotted the ashtray on the small table beside the bed. She made her way over to it, and glanced it over, seeing the tiny piece that was there was. It wasn't much..but enough to do what she wanted. Grabbing his lighter, she sat her bottle down and crawled onto the bed on her knees, making her way down to where he was. Charlie tapped his leg gently as she brazenly straddled his lap. "Sit up for a second..."

Tommy seemed a little surprised that she was sitting on top of him, but he slowly pulled himself to a sitting position beneath her. Charlie held the piece of the blunt against the flame, watching as it caught the flame and glowed. She took a couple quick hits off of it to make sure it was smoking, and then carefully turned it around in her fingers. "So...when I blow, you suck..okay?" Charlie carefully placed the piece of blunt between her lips and moved her head closer to his, her lips grazing his as their mouths met. Gently, she began to blow on the tiny bud, causing the cherry to burn brightly in her mouth, and smoke to drift outward. Unable to verbalize, Charlie grunted softly as she nodded towards him..waiting for him to inhale the smoke she was producing..
 
Tommy certainly wasn’t expecting Charlie to climb on top of him like that. His dick responded, blood rushing to his loins as his hands grasped her hips to pull himself up to meet her, inadvertently grinding their crotches together. Neither said anything about it, but maintained that connection.

He nodded in understanding at her instructions. Their faces came together, lips brushing ever so slightly, and she blew on the burning cherry and he breathed in as much as he could, getting a nice hit out of it.

“Your turn,” he said, eyeing what little remained at the end of the blunt, and blowing out his hit over the cherry, giving her both the smoke from the joint and the smoke from his lungs to suck in.

His hips rolled ever so slightly below her. He could feel his cock throb as it was pressed right against her pussy, growing harder and harder with each passing moment...
 
In her intoxicated state of mind..from the beer..and the drugs, Charlie felt her body respond in a way it shouldn't have when Tommy placed his hands on her hips and sat upright. She groaned internally as the space between her legs ached suddenly as she felt the effect that she..Charlie, was having on her brother. It was her..and she knew that. It was all kinds of wrong, but given the way she felt in that moment..it was also irrelevant.

Tommy took his hit..and the roach from between her lips and returned the favor..giving her a great deal more than what she had him, but Charlie accepted it, breathing in the smoke, inhaling sharply as Tommy filled her lungs. Charlie held it for as long as she could and then let it all out slowly. The music in the background only adding to the atmosphere in the room. She reached for the now non-existent piece in his mouth as she ran her thumb and forefinger over her tongue, wetting them as she pinched the end of the roach, outting it.

She kept it between her fingers as she playfully pushed him back down onto the bed, purposely grinding against him gently, confirming between them, what she already knew as she slipped from him waist and stood up. Charlie couldn't deny the fact that she was entirely turned on..and admittedly walking the very fine line between right and wrong..playing with the rapidly growing fire in front of her. The space between her thighs had grown moist..and she could feel how swollen she had become..how badly she ached to be touched. Not just by anybody..but by Tommy..
 
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Charlie pushed him down on the bed and ground her pussy firmly and deliberately against his hard cock, opening up a door that Tommy never realized would be an option. His cock had throbbed in response, but then she was getting off him, he presumed, to dispose of the roach in the ashtray.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she sauntered around the bed, that thick butt tightly encased in little shorts, her luscious tits barely contained by her tank top. Her hourglass figure was to die for. Tommy had never seen her in this kind of light before, but now he didn’t think he could ever go back. His dick was making quite the impressive tent of his gym shorts.

He pushed himself back up, and his eyes locked with Charlie’s.

“What are you thinkin?” he asked her.
 
Charlie slowly made her way around the bed to dispose of what was in her hand. As badly as she wanted to look back at her brother as she walked, knowing that his eyes were on her..wanting to see that he was watching, she didn't. As she stood at the side of the bed, his question was prominent. The tone of his voice bordered between confused curiosity and blatant lust. The reality that he might have been as equally aroused, crash-landed straight between her thighs. Charlie bit her lip as the wave of pleasure spread upward into the pit of her belly as she turned to face Tommy.

The look on her face was playful, but serious as well. Her lips curled at the edges coyly, but maintained innocence, although her eyes were full of raw lust. "I don't think that's quite what you're worried about older brother..I think the real question is, what are you?" The incident in the bathroom had been purely innocent, and the refusal to acknowledge it wasn't left unrecognized by either of them. But Charlie had felt the result of how he really felt when she had climbed on top of him, and she wanted to know the dirty thoughts in his head. She kept her place at the head of the bed as she looked at him, running her fingers through her long, dark hair slowly.
 
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What was he thinking? He scratched at his beard for a moment as he eyed her up and down, his bloodshot eyes lingering on her luscious curves and ample tits. He blinked as their eyes locked.

“I think you’re really hot...” was the first thing that came to mind. He smirked, chuckling. “I shouldn’t say that to my sister.” He scooted himself down the bed towards her, sitting up in front of her, making no effort whatsoever to conceal the obvious arousal in his mesh gym shorts.

His hands reached out to her, sliding up the sides of her thighs, fingers finding a home just under her shorts as he pulled her closer to him.
 
Her smile deepened as she watched Tommy make his way towards her, unable to mask the excitement that registered on her face. Her gaze settled on the solid bulge just underneath his shorts as the material tented in his lap. His words played over in her mind..and she couldn't stop her own as his fingers traced over her bare skin. His touch was pure fire as she allowed him to pull her in.

Her smooth legs brushing against his as she stood between them, her hands finding his shoulders as she braced herself. The lust overwhelming her senses and colliding with the intensity of her high. Tommy fingers rested gently, but firmly against her. "And I shouldn't be thinking about you the way that I am." Charlie slid her arms around his neck loosely, biting her lip again as she pushed her upper body against him softly..
 
Tommy gazed up at her with a fiery lust as she entered his embrace and confessed her own taboo thoughts, and when he looked back down saw just how close her boobs were to his face. He couldn’t help but bury his face in her cleavage in that moment, his hands sliding up her sides to grope her hungrily.

It was as if the floodgates were thrown open. He squeezed and fondled her amazing tits, his mouth licking and kissing and nibbling. His hands quickly slid under her tank top to grasp at her bare skin beneath, and then he pulled her tank top up to and over her breasts to expose them to his sight. His mouth promptly descended upon a rapidly hardening nipple, suckling her greedily, fully enjoying the lusty moans that escaped Charlie’s throat.
 
She was no stranger to a mans touch..his fingers or his mouth..but there was something electrifyingly different about Tommy. The words had barely left her mouth, and she felt his face against her, breathing in her scent as his hands roamed her body. His fingers kneaded her breasts as his lips grazed over them, scorching her flesh. Charlie knew that they should stop..but the threshold had already been crossed, and neither of them wanted to turn back. Tommy wanted her, and she very much ached for him.

His hands found their way under her top, and wasted no time pushing the material out of the way. Her full breasts bared to him as she finished pulling off her tank, groaning softly as Tommy eagerly sucked a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking against the stiff bud. Charlie pushed herself against him as her eyes closed briefly, relishing the the small wave of pleasure that spread through her body. "Fuck yes.."

Her hands slid over the back of his head as her fingers curled into his hair. Charlie pushed against him again, as she straddled his lap on the bed, her fate sealed as she did. She wanted this..she wanted him. Nothing else mattered to her right then. One hand slipped between them as he continued to caress and suck her flesh..her fingers dipping underneath the waist of his shorts. Tommy was completely aroused..thick and hard..she felt him throb as her fingers lightly grazed the head of his member, wrapping around his girth..stroking slowly, tentatively..
 
Tommy scooted them back on the bed as she climbed on top of him. He felt her hand grasp his turgid member and was quickly eager to get his own hand down her shorts, so he rolled her off of him, so they were laying side by side, and promptly did exactly that.

He found her dripping with honey. His fingers pressed firmly along her slit, dipping hungrily within before sliding back out to quickly rub across her hot little button before kissing her full and deeply on the lips...
 
Charlie groaned gently as Tommy lay them down on the bed..the slight confusion that she felt was quickly replaced with hot desire as she felt her own shorts being invaded. His fingers expertly found her throbbing sex, and her grasp on him tightened just so as his digits slipped into her wetness. She bit her lip and groaned again, feeling her legs open for him slightly.

It was a tease for her as Tommy withdrew them..but when they found and stopped on her swollen bud, Charlie gasped. The quick, short circles that followed drove her over the edge and her eyes closed as she continued to stroke his cock, keeping in rhythm with his hand. His lips found hers, and pulled her into a heavy kiss, and Charlie lost herself, moaning softly against his lips.
 
Tommy groaned into his sister’s mouth as she stroked his cock and writhed under his touch. “Fuck, that feels good,” he moaned softly, breaking the kiss for only a moment before his lips descended on her neck, suckling and nibbling at her taut flesh there. He pushed her shorts down her thighs to grant himself easier access to her dripping pussy, two of his fingers sliding deep inside her hungry wetness.

A moment later, his shorts were being pushed down his own legs, and he kicked them off, letting his cock stand at attention.

He gave her a devilish smirk.

“I know you wanna suck your brother’s dick.”
 
It had to be all the coke. Charlie had made out with a few senior guys back at school during her sophomore year, and it had never felt this good. Not even when she had just smoked. His fingers alone were making her crazy, and she groaned into his shoulder as she felt his warm lips connect on the perfect spot on her neck. It sent shivers up her spine, as she raised her leg against him. His fingers deep inside of her tightness, exploring her. As he pulled away from her neck, he baited her a little more. Seeing how far still, she was willing to go.

Charlie looked at him and smiled, taking advantage of the situation and using her weight to rock his, landing him on his back. He lay kind of sideways, upper body against his pillows, one leg somewhat hanging off the side of the bed, the other stretched out. Without missing a beat, she crawled over him and kissed him lightly, teasingly..catching his bottom lip with her teeth. Charlie tugged it gently before letting it go. "You're fucking right I do."

Her tongue trailed slowly down the side of his neck, tasting him. She kissed the center of his chest, licking and sucking as she made her way down his body. As she found her way between his legs, Charlie balanced herself above his solid member, her eyes on his. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she lowered her head until her mouth grazed the head of his cock. Keeping her gaze steady, she ran her tongue down the length of him, swirling it around the base as she brought it up the other side. Lifting her head just a bit, she smiled coyly up at him. "Is this what you want Tommy? To watch your sister suck your thick cock?"
 
Tommy’s head fell back on the pillow as he felt his sister’s warm wet tongue slide over his hardened dick. “Fuck,” he groaned, lifting his head up just to watch, grabbing an extra pillow to prop himself up just enough to be able to enjoy the view. He nodded in response to her query, and reached out to her, running his fingers through her long dark hair.

Tommy peeled off the wifebeater he was wearing, and cast it aside, leaving the both of them completely naked, horny, high. Was he really going to do this? Fuck his own sister? What was wrong with him?

A lot. A lot was wrong with him. He was fucked up, and this was wrong, and he wouldn’t have thing any other way...

“That’s exactly what I want, Charlie,” he said to her, groaning as she stroked his stiff cock. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he felt her hot breath on his dick. “I want to watch you suck me off. I want you to sit on my face and cum all over me. I want to fuck you til the sun comes up...”
 
Charlie teased him relentlessly with her tongue and hand, relishing the mask of pleasure that registered on his face. His taut flesh stretched over the muscles in his abdomen as he rid himself of his shirt. She dipped her head and slowly ran the tip of her tongue along his length again, kissing the base of his shaft. Charlie stroked him firmly as her mouth found his swollen head and her lips wrapped around it. She sucked it gently as though tasting it the way she would a lollipop..her eyes dancing playfully. Bright with raw need and desire.

Her hand fell away from him as she braced herself again, supporting herself on her hands as she placed them on either side of him, her legs between his. She swept her hair back as it fell a little too far forward, blocking his view..their gaze locked as he watched her intently. Charlie took him in her mouth finally, her lips firmly around his girth as she covered inch after inch. Slowly, she swallowed his cock, relaxing her throat as she felt the head sliding past her tongue.

Charlie held Tommy just that way for a moment, and then released him, only to repeat her action, and then again. Each time moving a little faster..holding him for just a little longer. She lowered her upper body, and leaned down on her forearms, her ass still in the air. Her motions quickened as her head bobbed along his length..sucking and licking his every inch, deepthroating him once..twice..three times in succession. Just. Like. That.

His groans were music to her ears as she lowered herself even more, grasping his thick shaft with both hands as her tongue traced over the sensitive skin of his sac. Charlie gently pulled one of his balls into her mouth, letting her tongue dance over it as she sucked. Her hands slowly began to stroke him, one moving upward, lightly twisting around him as it moved, the other repeating the motion, but going in the opposite direction. She milked his cock as her mouth and tongue played over his balls..
 
Tommy moaned out loud as she expertly worked his cock and balls with her mouth and hands. He felt like he was in a porno. He could hardly believe his eyes, but he definitely believed the intensely pleasurable sensations coursing through him.

“Jesus, fuck, Charlie,” he groaned, his mind reeling at how this had even happened. His sexy as fuck little sister was sucking his cock and there was no doubt he’d be balls deep in her in short order! He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her long dark locks away from her face so he could enjoy the show better.

His dick throbbed as she stroked it with two hands and sucked his balls. He groaned again as she worked him, already feeling the pressure building up.
 
Charlie groaned as she finally came up for air, a wicked smile flashing before her tongue found the base of his dick, her hands falling away as she licked up the length and promptly sucked him back into her mouth. One hand wrapped in her dark hair, holding it tightly so that her face and mouth were completely on display. She took him entirely, and slowly withdrew, sucking him firmly until she reached the head. Charlie quickly pulled him back in, deepthroating and holding him. One hands found his heavy sac and her fingers caressed the flesh and aching balls within. Her head found a slow rhythm as it bobbed, deepthroating her brother with each downward stroke of her mouth. Her eyes drifted upward to meet his as she devoured him orally. She wanted to watch his face, watch the pleasure. The desire. The craving for her, growing stronger. Charlie wanted to see his need for more..of her. Of what she could..and would do to him. For him. She wanted everything he was willing to give her. It was wrong. Immoral. Dirty. But she couldn't stop the raw lust that drove her.
 
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Their eyes locked as she sucked him up and down, and the burning, drug-fueled desire between them only grew more intense. Tommy’s grip on the back of her head tightened. He was sorely tempted to take control of her, to fuck her pretty face, but he resisted, letting her continue making him feel amazing for the time being.

“Fuck, baby, Charlie, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up...”
 
Groaning against his thick rod, Charlie finally broke her gaze and completely focused on what she was doing. She desperately wanted to make Tommy come for her..his words excited her, but the tone of his voice caused her to ache viciously. Her lips locked firmly around his throbbing dick as her head began to move faster..her pace increasing. One hand found the base of his shaft and wrapped around it, falling into rhythm with her mouth. The other slipped a little lower and her warm fingers cradled and caressed his balls slowly.

The hand around his cock fell away as Charlie quickly took him deep in her throat, suddenly and firmly. She held him there..her eyes glancing upward, finding his again as she slowly swallowed against the part of him that rested there. She brought her hand back as she withdrew and wrapped it around him snugly, short stroking him in slow fashion as her mouth continued to suck what length wasn't covered. He felt good in her hand..and in her mouth. Charlie would milk every drop she could from him..and then some.
 
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