Rising to the challenge (Part 1).

Heart pounding, my hands are a little unsteady as I secure the tent-flap. The noise of zipper closing sounds out like a foghorn in the relative silence. Taking a moment to steady myself, I then turn slowly. Emily stands at the back of the tent, her form still visible despite the relative darkness. There’s a mild flash of light, and I watch as her clothes change in front of me. Gone is the leather armour of the day. Instead, she stands before me in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of plain white panties.

My breath hitches in my throat as she bends forward slowly, granting an unparalleled view of her panty clad ass as she rummages through a bag at her feet. My nerves are slowly replaced with a growing confidence as I see through the charade. She is putting on a show for me, teasing me much like she had been teasing me over the last couple of days.

I take a step towards her, pausing for a moment as her posture stiffens slightly. Have I read this wrong? But no. Hearing that I’d stopped, she sneaks a look back at me then tugs on something in the bag, a movement that just happens to involve lots of swaying of the hips. I watch as her ass sways with some amusement and more than a little lust. Was she laying it on a little thick? Yeah, a bit. Did that stop it from being sexy? Fuck no, it didn’t.

With a thought, my armour disappears into my outfit slot, replaced by my sleeping clothes. Deciding to match the dress code, I stow my pyjama bottoms, leaving me in an old t-shirt and my boxer briefs, then slowly continue walking towards Emily. She straightens, still facing away, as I step up directly behind her.

She knows I’m there, but that doesn’t stop the small gasp that escapes her lips as I wrap an arm around her. My last worries about misreading the situation are put to bed when, rather than freeze up or squirm out of my grasp, she presses her body back into mine. I suppress a gasp of my own as she slowly rubs her ass against my crotch, grinding against me with a small, teasing smile on her face; the contact sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body.

Brushing her hair away from her ear, I lean in and whisper, “You’ve been teasing your poor older brother a lot recently. I can’t help feel that you are trying to get a rise out of me.” Her small smile grows wider and, rather than reply, she presses herself more firmly into me. Her smile falters slightly and she nibbles on her lower lip as she feels my body react to the contact. I cannot suppress my groan as, in response to my growing hardness, she languidly starts to grind her ass up and down.

I swallow, regaining some composure, before I continue. “But that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? You knew exactly where teasing would lead, and yet you did it anyway. Admit it, you wanted me to snap, to take what I want.” To punctuate my words I lightly nibble on her earlobe, then grin in satisfaction as the unexpected sensation causes her to palpably shiver in my arms.

Slowly, every so slowly, Emily nods. My heart pounds in my chest in anticipation of what’s coming, but all the same, I hold myself back. Using my free hand, I turn her head until we are looking into each other’s eyes. Her face is flush, and her breathing slightly ragged. In a considerably gentler voice, I ask, “And if I go too far, you’ll stop me? You’ll let me know if I do anything you don’t want or don’t entirely feel comfortable with?” She looks into my eyes for a moment, then nods.

“Then,” I say, whispering into her ear again as a wolfish smile forms on my face, “you're all mine.” She lets out a small gasp as I spin her around until we are face to face. Wrapping an arm around her and drawing her body against mine again, I then use my free hand to tilt her chin upwards, before I lean down and kiss her.

Its hard to tell who it is who deepens the kiss, but it's not long until Emily moans into my mouth as our tongues intertwine. Emboldened by the sound, I decide to test the waters. Slowly, my free hand trails down Em's stomach, before finding the hem of her t-shirt. Pushing under the layer of fabric, my hands behind to trail upwards over the smooth skin of her stomach.

I pause in my movement as she grasps my wrist and pulls away from the kiss. For a moment, I fear I’ve already pushed things too far. I am proved wrong as our eyes meet, and I see a smouldering intensity in her gaze that sends a shiver down my spine. Maintaining eye contact, she lets go of my wrist. Her cocky smile returns as she raises an eyebrow as if to say, “Well?”

I resist the urge to jump straight in. Instead, I continue my slow assent, lightly brushing her skin with the tips of my fingers. She tries to maintain her cocky expression, but it's easy to see my touch having its desired effect. As one hand travels upwards, the hand holding her to me begins to inch downwards. I grin wolfishly as her expression wobbles, clearly not expecting the double threat.

My left hand, the hand that had been slowly traveling down her back, reaches its destination first. A breathy gasp escapes from Em’s lips as my hand cups her ass over her panties and squeezes. I may be a little biased on the topic, but Emily has a phenomenal ass. I relish the feel of my fingers sinking into the supple flesh of her rear, and drink in her reaction to my touch. But the elation, the sheer lusty joy of the experience, has nothing on the moment my right hand finishes its journey and I realise Em isn’t wearing a bra.

The gasp of moments before turns into a moan as my hand cups her bare breast. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life. I drink it all in. The softness of her skin. The supple elasticity as I squeeze experimentally. The breathy moan as I apply light pressure to the solid nub I feel poking into my palm. In moments, Em’s confident, cocky expression is gone, replaced by a look of naked lust.

I continue my exploratory touch as I whisper into her ear. “Hmmm, you’re wearing a little too much for my taste. Let me fix that.” I grasp the hem of her t-shirt before slowly drawing it upwards. As the smooth, taut skin of her stomach is revealed, Emily blushes furiously. She looks down at the ground, her face bright red. All the same, she raises her arms, allowing me to remove the garment.

My breath catches in my throat as her bare breasts bounce free. Intellectually, I knew my little sister was stacked, but seeing her stood in front of me, chest thrust forward proudly as if eager for my inspection, eager for my touch? The difference was like night and day.

Dropping her t-shirt to the floor, I cup both of her breasts in my hand. I take a moment, marvelling at the feel and the weight, before drawing back slightly. Emily gasps as my fingers explore the hardness of her nipples, her hand springing to her mouth to muffle a moan as my touch grows more confident. I spend a little time playing with her nipples, enjoying the gasps and moans as I roll them between thumb and finger, steadily increasing the pressure whilst keeping an eye on her reactions.

I am distracted from my ministrations as I feel a tug on my top. I respond to her unspoken request, raising my arms as she draws off my top. Throwing it off to the side, she steps up to me, pressing her breasts up against my bare chest as she wraps her arms around my neck and draws my head downward for another kiss.

More than happy to oblige, the sound of our mutual moans fills the tent as we passionately make out. Still, there’s something I want to try. Pulling back, I tilt Em’s head to the side before slowing trailing kisses down her neck. Catching on, Em draws back from me slightly, baring her chest for my ministrations. Dutifully, I kiss down her check, down the top of her breast, before drawing her diamond hard nipple into my mouth.

“Oh fuck, that feels good.” The mumbled admission spurs me on. I tease the nipple with the tip on my tongue before taking it between my teeth and lightly biting down. “Oh, fuuuuuuck!” I feel her fingers run through the hair on the back of my head before she cups my head, pressing me more firmly into her breast whilst her other hand explores my stomach and bare chest. I happily oblige, licking, teasing, and nibbling with gusto.

Finally, I can’t take it any longer. Finding her exploring hand, I slowly begin guiding it downwards. She must have been waiting for the go-ahead, because not a moment later I feel a hand brush over my cock, exploring my length through my boxers. The hand holding my head moves then, and I draw my head back, looking down at Emily, whose eyes are locked on the tent in my boxer briefs. Her she tucks her fingers into the waistband as her eyes flick up to mine, asking for permission.

At my nod, she slowly draws my boxers downwards. Her eyes go wide and she lets out a small gasp as my cock springs free. She looks up at me, down at my cock, back up to me, then… baps it with a finger? Watching my cock bounce around with evident fascination, she completely misses the baffled look on my face. The moment is a little surreal, and I can’t help the chuckle that slips out.

She looks back up at me, clearly confused. I snort, then say, “Pretty sure you’re not supposed to bap it around like a cat.” Em blushes crimson before running a finger down my length. “Sorry,” she mumbles, “I just wasn’t expecting it to be so… springy” Its only a fingertip, but the slight contact still sends tingles to my extremities and causes my cock to twitch reflexively. Em withdraws her hand, looking up at me with wide eyes. “It… moved?” I smile at her reassuringly, and say, “Don’t worry, it does that sometimes, nothing to worry about.” Gaining confidence, Emily tentatively reaches out, muttering, “Really? Weird.”

“Hey!” At my indignant remark, Emily giggles, poking her tongue out at me. I probably would have come up with a witty response, but that was the moment her petite hand wrapped around my cock. She lets her hand rest there for a moment, before she slowly strokes my length. “It’s so warm?” she looks up at me, continuing her slow movements, and asks, “does that feel good?”

A little overwhelmed by the new sensations, I can merely nod. She grins, then increases her pace. I grunt as waves of pleasure radiate from my crotch. The hand job is inexpert, at yet? It feels so damn good. I tilt her chin up again, and she happily closes in for a kiss, all the while keeping up her stroking. One of my hands cup a breast, occasionally backing up enough to tease the nipple.

The other? The other is seized by Emily, who then guides it downwards. Not needing to be asked twice, I follow her guidance down. I feel the heat radiating from her panty-clad pussy before my hand brushes against it. Em shivers, moaning into my mouth and intensifying the kiss as my hand traces the shape of her sex through her sodden panties, before tracing the top of the cloth and slipping inside.

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Unfortunately, because of my screwy work schedule, part 2 is unlikely to be out until next Saturday so sorry about that! In the meantime, I would greatly appreciate any feedback you have for me so I can improve this type of scene in the future. :)

Love and kisses, H.B