Date: Tue, 26 May 2015 20:41:30 -1000 From: Peter de Ruthyn Subject: Sporty Siblings 2 The following story is a work of fiction. Kav Maroney, McKayla Maroney, and any celebrities mentioned here are real people, but they are treated as characters in this story. The text in no way implies any knowledge of the celebrities' true sexuality or actions, and it is not intended to suggest that the celebrities are straight, bisexual, or homosexual. Sporty Siblings by Peter de Ruthyn Chapter 2 The street was clear when Kav pulled into the driveway at home. All the same, he double-checked for dog-walkers or lawn-waterers before getting out of the car. He didn't want the neighbors tattling to his parents about how disheveled he looked. The cum stains on his blue shorts were still wet and very obvious. Just a quick sprint to the front door, which was fortunately unlocked, and then it snicked closed behind him. Safe! Except that he turned around and found himself facing one of the most famous expressions in the sports world. McKayla Maroney was not impressed. "Looks like someone had fun today," his sister said, unpursing her lips at last. "Looks like someone else has been having fun," Kav shot back. The world champion gymnast wasn't wearing anything but a very small bikini bottom hanging low on her hips. Her top was nowhere in sight, and from the complete absence of tanlines on her small, firm breasts, it had been missing for a while. McKayla nodded. "Yeah, Jordyn came over earlier." "Did she forget her swimsuit too?" "No, she didn't bring it on purpose, silly. She's very disappointed in how the UCLA team is working out. They're not elite material, she says." "Not good enough?" "They don't sleep together like a team should." "Fuck!" Kav swore in mingled arousal and frustration. "Why do you always keep your friends away from me?" "Oh, maybe I'm just jealous of what we've got together," McKayla said. "All those memories of the fun we had in London." She stepped closer to him. "Or..." "Or...?" "Maybe I'm jealous of what you and I have as well." "Now that's more like it," Kav agreed. He reached out and pulled his sister into a hug. Their lips met. It was a long, tender kiss. For all their verbal sparring, when it came to sex, Kav treated her with a gentleness that surprised even him sometimes. Already united by blood, sex was an extension, a deepening, of that bond rather than something superficial. And that made all the difference. "Hard already," McKayla breathed as her brother nibbled on her lower lip. "There isn't another girl like you," Kav purred. He could feel his cock pressing against her barely-covered pussy. "What about a guy?" "Hmmm?" "What about a special guy, someone like me?" "How could a guy be like you? A guy doesn't have this." Kav ran his fingers over the outline of her slit. "Oh my fucking God, fuck me right here and now!" McKayla hissed as he touched her so sensuously. "No, seriously, you know what I mean. A boyfriend." "I don't have a boyfriend." "Do you want one?" Kav sighed, but he didn't stop caressing her fit body. "I don't know." McKayla took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply again. Then she looked him in the eyes. "Kav, sometimes I think there's more gay in you than straight. Just remember that someday if you meet someone." "What happened to what you and I have?" "We'll always have that. Any boyfriend or husband of mine will have to welcome you into our bed. That goes without saying." "I fucking love you," Kav said. He kissed her again, this time while teasing her nipples. She shuddered and reared up on her toes, her gorgeous body tense with lust. "And I love you too, baby brother. Now are you going to do me or not?" "What, Jordyn didn't satisfy you already?" "You know I can go all day." "And into the night. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I wonder what America would think if they knew that all five of their Olympic heroines were a bunch of bisexual sluts." "All the guys would cum in their pants at the thought of all that girl-on-girl action. Apart from that, it would probably be pretty much the same thing they'd say at finding out that one of those gymnasts had a hot studly younger brother who was also a bisexual slut. Who liked to go cruising for cock in Runyon Canyon. It was cock today, wasn't it, brother dear? Your shorts look awfully wet." "It was cock. I don't know how wet they are. You're the one touching them." "Yeah," McKayla agreed, rolling the damp tricot between thumb and forefinger in a way that Kav found oddly arousing. She got that speculative look in her eyes again. "Was he good?" "Fucking amazing." "Will you be seeing him again?" "I hope so," Kav replied, his thoughts turning to John's number in his phone. His cock twitched in McKayla's hand at the thought. She noticed. "Going to share him with me?" "I dunno. I kind of think he's gay." "They can be turned," McKayla murmured. "You're just crazy to have cock in you, that's all." "Well if you'd hurry up and put a cock in me..." "Okay!" Kav said eagerly. He moved to lay her down on the carpet but she twisted away from him, laughing. "Aww, come on, Kay, you said you wanted it!" "I do. But you just ran I don't know how many miles. And I'm not that dirty a girl. So you better get yourself cleaned up first." "Pricktease," Kav groaned. "Fine! You win!" In mock anger he slipped off his shorts and threw them at her, his erection bobbing obscenely. "You can work on cleaning those up while I take care of the rest of me." He slid past her with a peck on the cheek and headed down the hall and up the stairs. He was halfway up when her voice called to him. "Hey, Kav!" He turned and looked back down. McKayla was standing at the foot of the stairs. She was wearing his cum-covered shorts now, and given that her bikini was dangling loosely from the fingers of one hand, she wasn't wearing anything under them. That would explain why her other hand was softly rubbing her slit through the fabric. "Your cum feels good on me," she said sweetly. Kav resisted the urge to run back and take her without wasting any more time. It was a struggle, but he did it. Upstairs, he toed off his sneakers and stepped under a stream of hot water. It was surprisingly refreshing on such a hot day. And relaxing. "We should use the hot tub later," he thought. He'd lost count of the number of times McKayla had brazenly slipped her bikini bottoms off underneath the bubbles, even while their parents and little sister were nearby. She claimed it was more stimulating to have her sex exposed to the frothing water, but Kav knew she did it mostly to tease him. That thought kept his cock very hard as he vigorously soaped it. If she wanted him clean for her, fine! He preferred it that way, too. But she was still a slut for all her denial and leading every boy in her life on. Of course, he was one himself, so... He dried himself off quickly but thoroughly. He wanted her to taste his maleness, not the tea tree oil in the soap. Making sure he was otherwise ready, he turned the light on in his closet. A rack filled with dozens of shoes stood opposite to him. Yes, he was a sneakerhead and proud of it. He pulled out his new Nike track spikes, bright white with a small black "swoosh" logo on the sides. The spikes themselves he had already taken out so he could safely wear the shoes indoors. As he slid his bare feet into them, he felt his erection get harder still. He couldn't resist his urges, and he didn't even want to try. Thus equipped, he walked down the hall and pushed open the door to McKayla's room, not bothering to knock. She was lying on her back smiling up at him. Instead of being nearly naked like he was, she was clothed from the hips up in the sparkling purple leotard she'd worn at the last world championships. Even her hair was neatly tied up. She could have stepped off the competition floor right that minute. "You are so fucking beautiful," Kav whispered as he closed the door and locked it. "I thought you'd want us to do it in uniform today," McKayla grinned. She glanced down the length of his body. "I see you're wearing yours." "They make us who we are." He stepped closer. "God, Kay, you don't break out that one often. When I see it I always remember..." "...how I took your virginity that night? How your sister became your lover?" Kav knelt by the edge of the bed and looked up over the curves of her sculpted body into her eyes. "You're still my sister. And my lover. Promise me you'll always be both?" "I promise." His fingers stroked the insides of her muscular thighs, making small circles on the smooth skin. She closed her eyes and parted her legs for him, opening them until they were perfectly horizontal. A full split without even trying. It left her stretched, exposed. Kav continued to touch her, a little at a time. He let his hands drift in the direction of her pussy, but it was hidden under her leotard, and he never quite let himself rub the fabric as well as her skin. Back and forth, back and forth...he inched closer to her sex and then away. Soon she was crying out, trying to twist her hips so that he couldn't avoid putting pressure on her cunt. But he was too good to let that happen. She squealed and wiggled, with no result. Her lusts burned hot for her brother, and he was denying her for now. When she moved as if to close her legs in frustration at the delay, Kav placed a hand on each, effectively keeping her wide open. Then he leaned forward and ran his soft tongue up her thigh and around the edge of her leotard. McKayla's back arched as she thrust herself up to meet Kav's tongue. He was still torturing her, licking and nibbling on the bare skin on either side of her spandex-sheathed mound. The view for Kav was absolutely intoxicating. He could see her perky tits heaving with her emotions on either side of the waiting curves of her hidden sex. He could taste a hint of his sister's juices, as well as the faintest flavor of his own musk, left over from her donning his cum-soaked shorts. And she was getting wet. Without him having laid a finger on her pussy yet, she was so excited that she was already juicing for him. The purple lycra was darkening in spots where her girl-cum was seeping through it. Above the wetness, a tiny bump that appeared no bigger than a pencil eraser barely protruded from the surrounding lines of her body. She shook as Kav ate her out without actually eating her out. At one point she grabbed the back of his head abruptly and tried to force him down on her. It didn't work. He was prepared for that. His tongue inched under the edge of the leotard, but didn't quite touch her lips yet. He was that good. And his position was blocking her own access to her cunt. She was left with no means of relief but toying with her nipples, first stroking, then twisting them through the fabric. That only took the pressure off for so long before it made her arousal even worse as the double stimulation washed over her. "Oh, Kav, please...please...please," she sobbed. Her body was on fire. Her brother had pity on her and took the visible knob of her clit between his lips, spandex and all. All of McKayla's breath went out of her in a single moan. She was far too turned on to resist. As Kav's warm breath blew into her pussy and his wet tongue rubbed the material of her uniform delicately over her erect clit, she shook and began to come. Her hands fell limply to her sides. She let Kav carry her through this orgasm, warmth flooding her, her hips thrusting and contracting and adding to the pressure on her sex in an accelerating rush of pleasure. Dimly she was aware that her heartbeat was slowing and that the urgency of her need was gone. But Kav was still at work between her legs, though he had allowed her thighs to relax. He was now nibbling her pussy lips through the leotard, practically Frenching them while his tongue probed at her slit, the shallowest, most tantalizing fuck in the world. Meanwhile his thumb was circling her still-engorged clit like a hawk seeking prey. Round and round it went, brushing her harder with every stroke. The itch inside her grew again. Kav felt her muscles twitching and eased the pressure on her clit. When she wilted again, he reapplied it. He could see the tendons flex and tighten all the way up her legs as she pointed her toes in that inimitable way that only gymnasts can. He loved the way her feet curved. Thinking about it made him sink his tongue as far into her as he could get. His fingers went wild on her clit. And she came again, shrieking this time, quivering in excitement for much longer while he probed her with hands and lips and tongue. The entire crotch of her uniform was soaked. "Fuck, Kav..." She reached down and grabbed him again. This time he didn't resist. She pulled him up on top of her, feeling the exciting hardness of his hardon against her body. His mouth, hot and wet, closed on hers, overwhelming her senses with the taste of clean boy and horny girl. She sucked him hungrily. He pulled back, his eyes sparkling. McKayla grinned impishly. "I taste good!" she said. "Yeah, and I want more of it!" Kav demanded. "Only if I get some of yours." Five seconds later Kav was kneeling astride her shoulders. As he leaned over to take her clit in his mouth again, his cock slipped into hers. "Shit!" he hissed. He could feel the precum gushing out of his cock and pouring onto her tongue, which was polishing his glans with a passion. But she wasn't just tentatively licking him. She wanted his boyhood in her. Her mouth was climbing its way up his shaft, sucking so hard that he could feel his balls draw up with the tension. She noticed that, too, and encircled them with her hand. The lightest of squeezes forced another jet of precum into her waiting mouth. Kav felt wild with what she was doing to him. Energized. He had to distract himself or he was going to blow right now. Before he could fuck her, and he knew she wanted to be fucked. That's why she was getting his cock so slippery. He pulled her leotard to one side and thrust his tongue into her slit. Her pussy lips were swollen and flushed; her clit, unhidden by the purple lycra, was twitching with her pulse. It was a beautiful thing. He sucked it like she was sucking his cock. At that point McKayla lost control for a third time, bucking her hips into him and practically fucking his mouth as she came. It wasn't just the sensation, although he ate pussy better than any of her girlfriends; it was the way he did it. Like he was 69ing with another boy. That idea turned her on more than she was willing to admit. And she could tell by the unflinching hardness of his cock that it turned him on too. Reflexively, she released his balls, making him groan into her, and ran her hands over his smooth legs. She gripped his feet and massaged them, so that he could feel the thin leather shoes pressing into him, the most essential sign of his identity as an athlete. They meant to him what her leotards meant to her. Beauty and strength and the sexual energy that came with both. She opened her mouth and let his cock slide free. He shivered as the cool air touched it, before sliding off her and standing up. "Come on, big sister," he said, holding out his hand. "It's time." He pulled McKayla to her feet. She balanced herself carefully. With the grace that made her an Olympian, she lifted her right leg and extended it. It was a standing split, and since her uniform was awry, the position left her slit fully exposed. Kav stepped closer and slid his dripping erection into her. She leaned into him, letting the angle of their bodies keep her legs spread as he began to thrust into her pussy. All he had to do was rock his hips gently. No violence, just a simple rotation, and seven inches of healthy teen prick pistoned in and out of the famous gymnast at a steady rate. With her arms clutching him, he turned her chin up and kissed her the way he had downstairs: with love and affection in which the lust was a minor part. His mouth held her in place. His hand slid down to cup her breast inside the spandex. Kav thought dizzily that sex could never get any better than this. He knew she'd been taken more times than either of them could count. Usually like this, in her uniform, by one of her fellow gymnasts. But she was his sister, and that bond was something he would never have with anyone else. His cock fit her pussy perfectly. It didn't clutch him hard, the way she sucked him; it tickled him, arousing him until he had no choice but to cum. He was so hard inside her that every touch was multiplied. The added friction provided by her pushed-aside leotard was almost painful. In such a terrifyingly good way. They moved in a rhythm, swaying together, dancing without steps, joined at the mouth and the hips. Kav savored the touch of her naked legs against his bare skin. McKayla gave herself up to his masculinity, to being driven willingly to ecstasy by him. He felt her tense. It was about to happen again. God, he was so close, so close... Her lips swelled in her excitement and so did his cock. That was all the extra stimulation either of them needed. McKayla enveloped her brother with the warmth and tightness of her orgasm. Kav, striking out with a suddenness he didn't realize, buried his cock deep in her and filled her with cum. It jetted into her in streams, his ardor undiminished by his two previous orgasms that day. He was a juicy boy. He poured himself into her until he could feel his seed trickling out of her and dripping down his balls, to splash on their feet and legs. And still he couldn't stop cumming, not yet, not when his cock was so hard and his sister was so sexy... Their lips slid apart slowly. "Oh, fuck, Kay," Kav breathed. "How did that happen?" McKayla gave a weak smile. "You fucked me." "Yeah, but I wasn't really going that deep..." "Deep enough to make my uniform rub me off." She touched the lucky strip of fabric in question with a finger that came away soaked in cum. It was pressed right up against her exposed clit. Kav shook his head and snorted. "Those things make you so fucking horny." "And you love it." "Wouldn't trade it for the world." He kissed her again. "I guess we should get cleaned up," she said eventually. "Want me to clean you down there again?" Kav asked, giggling. "Only if you can do it right," McKayla teased him. She shifted her body, still holding the split. His semi-soft cock slid out of her. With a deft touch, she slipped the bottom of her leotard back into place. It looked perfect, apart from the dampness. And the bead of white cum that was inching its way through the purple fabric. "I can't let it get stained," she said with mock seriousness. "If you don't want me to have to run off and clean it, you'll have to take care of it yourself right now!" Kav dropped to his knees. "Okay!" Comments and feedback welcomed at peterderuthyn@gmail.com! Also look out for my upcoming collection "Toyboys and Other Stories".