Date: Wed, 01 Jun 2005 12:09:53 -0400
From: pants32@hotmail.com
Subject: Volleyball II: Deep Tissue Massage

The usual disclaimers all aply here.  This story involves sexual acts
between a brother and sister, but is entirely fictional.  If you have
a problem with this sort of material then you are on the wrong website.
Enjoy!

This story takes a bit of time to get going, but I promise it will be
worth it if you read to the end.

Volleyball 2: Deep Tissue Massage

My little sister and I had a fairly normal childhood, we were
adventurous when it came to exploring the world around us, and never
shied away from a challenge.  When we were six and three respectively,
we used to play house in my bedroom.  I wasn't sure why, but I always
insisted that we pretend to be a couple, and that all adults slept
naked, so we had to sleep naked together.  It was exciting to lay
there under the covers, feeling her smooth skin against mine.  I would
cuddle up to her and wrap my arms around her the way my parents held
each other.  But Shannon lost interest in me and our games as she got
older, and met knew friends.

It wasn't until ten years later that I found a way to be close to her
again.  She had taken up several sports and evolved from an asexual
tomboy into a beautiful young jock.  She already had long, firm legs,
with well toned calves and thighs.  She played several sports, but
mostly loved volleyball, soccer and track.  It was after a volleyball
game when mom and dad were going out with friends that I got my chance.
Shannon had worked hard and put a lot of strain on her legs, her back
and inner thighs in particular.  I discovered a few years earlier that
I had a natural talent for massage.  I was especially good at firm,
deep tissue massages, exactly the type that Shannon liked best.

After our parents left, she turned to me and asked if I could give her
a leg massage.  I pretended not to want to, told her that I was too
tired, and as usual, she gave me those puppy dog eyes that noone can
resist.  I gave in of course and followed her to her bedroom.  Her
team wore these incredibly hot spandex shorts that only went two and a
half inches below her round, full ass.  Shannon had one of those
delicious asses that begged to be spread, rimmed and fucked.  And I
could think of nothing better than doing exactly that.

Shannon sat on the edge of her bed and pulled her mid length auburn
hair out of the way so that I could rub her shoulders.  Her jersey was
made of that smooth material that doesn't get drenched with sweat, but
it made it difficult to give her a good rub down.  I mentioned the
problem with her jersey and allowed her to come up with the solution.
She grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it off over her head to
reveal her tight little sports bra, barely stretched out by her tiny,
developing A cup tits.  They were barely more than puffy nipples with
full aereolas, but they looked perfect to me as the cool air in the
room caused her nipples to harden and reveal themselves.  She moaned as
I put my hands back on her tense shoulder muscles.

She was right, her muscles were very tense, but deliciously plyable.  I
loved the feel of her muscles moving and shifting just below her skin,
slowly releasing their tensions at my touch.  I worked my fingers all
around her shoulders, down her arms to her hands.  After working her
palms and fingers around, I moved back up to her shoulders, then down
her back.  The bra was a minor hindrance, but nothing I couldn't work
with, and I felt as if I had already pushed my luck getting her shirt
off.

As I worked on her lower back she surprised me by pulling away.  She
told me that she needed  me to rub her legs soon, and that she wanted
to lay down.  With her smooth, firm abs now resting on my lap, I
returned my attentions to her lower back.  It was agony having that
perfect ass within reach of my mouth and not doing anything about it,
but I resisted.  I pulled out from under her and stradled her back so
that I was facing her legs and started on her feet.  She loved when I
rubbed her feet and my favorite game was to loosen her up with a
massage, then make her tense by tickling her, so that I could rub the
tension out again.

I shifted my focus to her calves after a short while and worked the
increasingly more pliant flesh with all the strength I could muster.
Shannon sighed and groaned alternately while my fingers worked their
magic on that perfect little body.  Her breathing got deeper and more
relaxed as I continued on to her thighs, first working the outside,
then reaching under to work the front, then circling my thumbs around
the backs of those supple thighs.  Now it was time for the part I
wanted most.  I worked my way in towards the middle of her thighs,
working by her knees, then upwards, centimeter by centimeter, inch by
inch, closer and closer to the center of both of our pleasures.  Once
I reached the top, I made wider circles,  getting ever closer to the
moist center of my sister's being.

But I was denied as Shannon turned on her side and sat up.  She asked
me if we had any baby oil, and if I'd use it to give her a 'real'
massage.  I did my best to be casual as I said I'd look.  But I was
anything but casual as I stumbled down the hall, trying to keep my
pants from tenting out.  The drawers were crammed full of useless junk,
but I found the oil quickly enough.  I made my way back to her room to
find her lying on her stomach, wearing nothing but a towel draped over
her ass.  I couldn't help the tent that formed as I pictured her
without the towel.  She shifted enough to look back at me and tell me
that I should take off a few things so that they don't get covered in
oil.  I was beginning to think that she had more in mind than a
massage, but did my best to play dumb, she could just be innocent and
naive.

I stripped down to my boxers revealing my body to her curious eyes.
First I threw my shirt to the floor, showing my lightly haired torso,
with its fairly well defined, growing muscles.  Then my pants follwed,
showing my plaid covered crotch, with its six and a half inch tent.
Shannon had 'conveniently' turned away without seeing my bulge, but she
would feel it soon enough.  I squirted a liberal amount of oil on my
hands and began to repeat my earlier tasks, rubbing her neck,
shoulders, back, arms, hands, feet, calves and finally her thighs.  I
used the same tactic to gradually broaden my circular motions on her
inner thighs.  I got closer and closer to her molten core again, a few
more strokes and I'll be there, two more, one more...

And she turned again, giving me a tease, letting me get close and then
stopping me.  But what she said made up for the tease.  She asked me if
I remembered our games of house when we were little.  She said that
she had only recently remembered them, and that she had been trying to
figure out how to get me alone and naked again, like when we were
little.  Before she had finished speaking I was back on the bed beside
her.  I brushed her hair away from her face and stroked her cheek as I
leaned in to kiss her.  We both felt a huge sexual spark as our lips
touched, then pushed against each other, lovingly, then hungrily.  I
felt her tears on my cheeks as I pulled back and asked why she was
crying.  She told me that she loved me more than she could ever love
any other boy and that she couldn't think of anyone she would rather
give herself to.  I kissed her again and told her how much I loved her
and that I wanted so much to be her first.

I caressed her cheek as I rolled her onto her back and then kissed my
way down to her earlobe, and eventually to her collar bone.  She was
writhing around as I nibbled down her chest, and sucked on her delicate
skin on the top of her breasts.  I used my strong hands once more as I
massaged her rib cage just below her tiny tits.  I worked my hands
around to her back and moved my mouth in to her right nipple.  Her
back was arching as I sucked hard on the firm nipple and tugged gently
with my teeth.  As I switched to her other tit I used my left hand to
work on the one I'd abandoned.  I rolled her swollen, hard nipple as
she cried out in ecstasy.  She was panting when I slid my right hand
down her side to her hip, then up over her thigh, and down into the
gap between them so that I could slide my index finger against her
dripping mound.

She humped her perfect ass up off of the bed so that my finger slid
between her tight folds until it pressed against her hymen.  It was
then, pressed against my little sister's innocence that I had my first
real logical thoughts.  Here I was, about to take the one thing from
my sister that she could never get back, I couldn't do it.  I had no
right to do it.  I would pull back and leave, noone ever had to know,
it would be like it didn't ...

Thats when she hunched even further and broke herself on my finger tip.
She said she could tell that I was having second thoughts, and now it
was done, we could do whatever we wanted.  It may not have made the
most sense, but it did the trick.  After that I was on auto pilot.  I
mashed my lips to hers and slid my tongue into her mouth.  Shannon's
tongue felt like liquid fire, so hot I felt like it would burn me, yet
soothing in a way I never would have thought possible.  She was kissing
me harder and deeper than ever as I rolled on top of her.  We were both
lost in a fog of sexual energy, reduced to an animal level as she
clawed at my back and pressed her tiny teenaged tits against my
strong, firm chest.  Her nipples rubbed through my chest hair and
against mine, stimulating us both, feeding our lust with fresh
electricity.

I broke our kiss just long enough to tell her I loved her, she looked
me in the eye and told me she loved me too.  I held her face in both
my hands as I kissed her again and pressed forward.  My cock head
instinctively found her tight, virgin entrance, already dripping
juices on my shaft.  I looked deep into her eyes and she nodded, so I
pressed forward, parting her lips and bringing a sigh of ecstatic pain
from her lungs.  She dug her nails deeper into my back, almost drawing
blood and bit my shoulder as I used my weight to push inside her
completely.  When I bottomed out she groaned, a deep, gutteral sound
from the depths of her body and soul.  It was a groan of pleasure, one
of total and complete surrender to the feelings of the moment, the
good and the bad.

I waited, buried completely inside her, my cock throbbing against her
walls as they throbbed back.  I could see in her eyes that she was
ready.  I pulled about half way back and then slid back in to the
bottom.  Shannon was panting and I could see sweat forming on her
beautiful face.  It gave her a glow that made her look angelic in the
soft light of the early evening, and made me want her and love her
even more.  I had held back as long as I could, I needed to fuck her,
needed to feel her spasming around me, milking my seed out of me and
deep into her.

I pulled back until only the head was still inside her, then rammed in
all the way.  I was fucking her faster, and harder and she was
matching my thrusts exactly.  As the primal side of our brains won out
and our instincts took over, we began racing, trying to fuck harder
than the other.  We were fucking so hard that the slap of my balls and
thighs against her ass cheeks filled the room.  By that point everyone
of our neighbors for two blocks would be able to hear us screaming out
our passions.

We kept building to greater heights, Shannon was experiencing multiple
orgasms and my stomach was on the verge of cramping as I fucked the
tightest, wettest hole in the world.  Her silky tube was squeezing me
like a vice, milking my cock like a champion bitch in heat.  I could
feel myself getting closer, I was almost there.  I gripped her shoulder
in my teeth like a wild animal, securing my mate as Shannon went into
her most powerful orgasm yet.  The throbbing of her tight twat sucked
me in even deeper and as I felt my cock head pop into her womb, I
fired off the largest load I had ever shot.

I shot at least eight times straight into her womb and on some mating
instinct, she held me still as I tried to roll off.  She begged me to
stay inside of her for as long as I could.  So she wrapped her arms
around my neck and kissed me again, kissed me with passion and
tenderness like an experienced lover, like a blushing bride on her
wedding night.  We layed together, entwined in each other's arms until,
as I drifted off to sleep I heard her whisper, Peach is going to love
hearing about this.

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