Making Love with Fiona Part 1

You wanted to be brotherly, to be protective, to care for her...but that kiss...

One sweet kiss...soon leads to another...and another. Fiona trembles once more in your arms, this time not out of fear.

Another kiss, and another...and another. Each one slow, gentle, tender. Fiona waits eagerly for each soft kiss, each time returning it with equal loving delicateness. She never presses for more, she lets you guide the way. Another...another...another...

You reach up and begin to trace her full red lips with the tips of your fingers. "You are so beautiful." You whisper. "I...want you."

Taking both her small hands she softly takes your hand. She kisses your index finger...then the next finger...then the next...then the little finger. She kisses the pinky once more, opening her mouth slightly she takes its tip between her lips. She sucks the tip lightly, letting it slide from her plump lips, then kisses it again. She opens and sucks it again, this time letting just a bit more into her mouth, her wet inner lips pull slowly off of it.

She looks up at you, her desire for you radiating from her eyes though she dares not say a word. You knew what was about to happen, she knew what was about to happen, you had to make sure this was okay.

You kiss her again, this time your hunger beginning to show through. "Fiona. I want you. I want you now. I want us to make love. Tell me if you want it. Tell me the truth." You sigh.

She nods slowly even as she smiles a demure bashful smile. "Yes Jesse, I want you too."

This was the dream come true. All those nights of fevered imagination, all those stolen glances at her when she wasn't looking, all the times you imagined her face on a porn actress's body, all those...soiled tissues. You were about to finally have Fiona. Sure she was smaller, and acting different, but it was still her. Your big sister. The girl of your every wet dream.

She waits for you, her hands now stroking your chest and stomach. You must take command of her. "Fiona, undress me." You say.

Without hesitation she peels your t shirt up, stopping half way to run her hands across your stomach. She then continues to pull it up off of you, you hunch down and bend forward to allow her to do so. Dropping your shirt to the side she looks up and down your upper body. She begins kissing your chest. Kiss, kiss, kiss. She is working downward, down your stomach, kissing your belly button, and stopping just above your belt line. She is on her knees in front of you as she unbuttons your pants and zips down the fly.

As she pulls down your jeans her eyes focus on your very obviously excited manhood. She kisses it too, right through your boxers. It flexes involuntarily, **** to be unleashed from its cloth prison. She continues her soft little kisses all the way down your body, now heading down your thigh as she pulled your pants down. Across the knee, down the shin. You step out of your pants. She puts them to the side. You life one foot, she removes your sock, then you do the same with the other. She continues her kisses, down along the tops of the feet and even along the toes. She then begins kissing back up your other leg.

Kneeling back up she takes your underwear by the waist band and begin pulling it too off of you. Your cock springs free, standing tall and proud, reaching for the heavens. She gasps, her wide desirous eyes drinking in the sight. She pulls your underwear down off of you and once more deposits it to the side.

"Stand up." You whisper. Your phone begins to ring back in the other room...you simply did not care.

Fiona stands up in front of you, staring up at you, waiting for your next move. Reaching forward you untie the belt of the house robe. It hangs loose, you see the smooth pale flesh of her stomach and cleavage within. Your every sense was heightened, your every instinct driving you forward. Running your fingers gently down her neck you trace them out along her shoulders, pushing the shoulders of the robe outward. The big blue garment falls from her body as if in slow motion.

You behold the object of your desire. That beautiful angular face, the long graceful neck, the slender figure, her pouting perfect breasts, her nipples erect, her smooth flat stomach, her round hips, her lithe shapely legs, her cute little pink covered mound. You could see through her panties her tiny dick was as hard as yours.

"I love you." You sigh...you hadn't meant to say that, it had just slipped out. Why did you say that? No matter, it was true, she was your sister, of course you love her. Reaching down you begin rubbing her petite stiffy under your palm. She gasps once more. "Stroke me." You tell her.

She reaches forward. With a feather soft touch she begins stroking her aching manhood with both her small hands. Your eyes locked together you begin pleasuring one another with your hands. Her butter soft hands on you up and down your full length, you rubbing her through her sheer panties. She strokes, you rub, she strokes, you rub. You reach up with your other hand and fill it with a supple breast. You begin to massage and fondle, taking care to be gentle with her. She moans, her wide eyes showing her growing bliss.

Before too long she is squirming, breathing erratically, making adorable little noises. She was getting close. Real close.

She says in a forlorn **** voice. "Jesse...ohh no...." You realize she was almost pained in her visage. Her eyebrows come up and together, her eyes pleading with you. She was trying with all she had to hold it back, she was waiting for your permission to cum!

You whisper. "It's okay, it's okay baby. Don't hold it back. It's okay."

She lets out a long soft high pitched "...ohhhhh..." as you feel her panties suddenly get hot and wet beneath your palm as she releases in her underwear. She valiantly tries to keep stroking you at the same pace as she moans softly, her hips making little bucking motions against your hand. Her little peen twitches and pulses as her tiny nuts tighten. Her whole package easily fitting under your palm. You feel the sticky dampness soak through the pink fabric.

You keep whispering. "That's it baby, that's good Fiona. Let it go. Let it go baby. That's good."

With a funny whimper and a shudder she was done. "Ohhh...ohhh that was nice..." She sighs. "Thank youuuu."

You kiss her yet again, this one just as sweet as the first. After all these years, it was time.