Kate

He lay in bed reading, they had gone out for the day leaving him alone, it had been a busy past two weeks and new years sounded like it would be even more hectic so the rest was welcomed. It had been a couple of hours since they left. He'd lost track of time, the new Stephen King book too engrossing.

The knock at the door surprised him, he hadn't heard them come back, and it would be dark before they were due. “Come in”, he marked his place and put the book down beside him.

The door swung open to reveal Kate, she wore a short plaid skirt and a grey angora crop top. At 18 she was the younger of the sisters, her breasts were perky enough to pull her top away from her, there was an inch gap from the bottom to her stomach and he found it hard not to imagine slipping a hand up her skin under the top.

“I thought you were out with the others?” He shifted slightly realising he wore only boxers under the duvet.

“I didn't feel like being stuck in a car for a few hours to visit relatives I barely know.” Out of the sisters he had spent most time with Kate, she had been dumped a week before they travelled up for the holidays and it had taken a week for her to get involved in any of the games the family played. “I knew you would be alone and thought you might like some company.” She took a small step into the room.

“Go get warmed up and I'll beat you on the track.” They spent most of their time playing Mario kart on the Nintendo, playing late into the night a couple of times. While they played they talked normally of whatever came into their heads, occasionally they had drifted to the topic of sex, first times, favourite positions even best and worst experiences. He liked her, they became close friends quickly.

“I'm getting bored of you thrashing me at my own game.” She stepped fully into the room and closed the door. The bedroom was large a few meters of empty space separated them. He found it hard not to stare at her legs, she was barefoot, her calves curved beautifully, smooth thighs disappeared under the very short skirt.

“Well you know the house better than me, what else is there to do?”

“I was thinking of one thing we could do to pass the time.” She took a few more steps forward, her finger tips ran along the hem of her skirt.

“Kate, I like you, but I think maybe you've got the wrong idea.” Her eyes were alight in a way he hadn't seen. She had large brown eyes that could make her look like a young child but now she looked almost predatory. Her face was soft and her short blonde hair framed it, curling around her jaw.

“I just thought we could have some fun, you've been great and really helped me start looking forward.” Her fingers plucked at the skirt, flicking it up slightly before it drifted down to cover her smooth tanned legs. She had reached the middle of the room.

“I'm not sure your cousin would be comfortable with this.” He was squirming slightly hoping his growing excitement would be hidden by the thick duvet.

“I'm not planning on telling her.” She stopped her slow walk and reached beneath her skirt. She pulled white panties down from under it. As she lifted her leg to pull them free the skirt shifted enough to show a glimpse between her legs.

“Kate, I really think you should go back to your room now.” All she did was smile, lift her arm to the side and drop the panties onto the floor. She continued moving closer to the bed.

He was straining against the duvet the bulge becoming more visible with every step she took. “Kate, please.”

Her fingertips trailed over the duvet as she reached the side of the bed and continued on. “Don't worry, I know what you want.”

Her hand slipped beneath the duvet finding his hairy leg beneath, it slid up as she walked. He couldn't say anything. Fingers found the material of the boxers and she stopped walking. She slowly lowered herself to her knees pushing the duvet back as she went till she was kneeling beside a rod covered in a thin layer of cotton pushing to be free.

She lowered her lips to it, pushing it into her mouth still wrapped in cotton. He could feel her tongue flicking against it making the material wet. Her hand slipped round its base and she lowered her lips down it. Every movement her tongue made was spread through the covering, the heat slowly encompassing him.

Pulling back the cotton still gripped him, wet and warm surrounding him. She moved him to the opening and popping the small button open he burst free, the boxers unable to hold him. The boxers slide through her fingers letting her hold him. She took it into her mouth again, lips against skin, tongue trailing over flesh.

He felt her gently lick around the ridge of the head, the tip of her tongue sliding round him, hot breath forced from her mouth around him enveloped his exposed shaft between her lips and her grip.

He grunted with pleasure and the corners of her mouth curled in a smile around him. She plunged down, lips meeting her hand. Pulling back she left the shaft shining with saliva. She pulled back till he was nearly free, her lips pressed in a kiss on the tip.

Her tongue pushed out to tease the most sensitive part of him. Lips pulled back to leave just her tongue against him, moving in small circles around his tip. Then in a swift fluid motion he we filling her mouth again, her hand pushing down into his body to let her mouth take more of him in.

He could feel her tongue swirling around him before she pulled back from him stopping with her lips less than an inch from him, strands of saliva running from his tip to her lips. She slid her hand up to follow the path of her lips, as it moved back down her mouth followed. She let him push through her lips letting them be pushed open rather than opening them for him.

He watched her free hand roam over her own body. It squeezed her breast gently through the top, the nipple trying to poke through the soft wool. It slipped down her tight stomach and then he watched it disappear beneath the short skirt. She moaned and he knew her fingers were exciting herself.

She worked faster on him, mouth and hand moved up and down together, her hand twisted as it went. His pulse was speeding up he felt him expanding inside her, bulging as her lips pushed down. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

She may have sensed how close he was, she may just have had good timing but she slowed and then  after a long drawn-out release she didn't go back down. She took her hand from between her legs, lifting herself to her feet she pushed up off his leg, he could feel her fingers wet from her own body against his skin.

Throwing her leg over him she climbed onto the bed. Her knees were on either side of his body, she sat back on him. He felt her pressing down on him, soft hot skin pressing on his engorged rod.

She reached under the skirt, fingers finding his spit covered member. She hooked her feet on his legs and with her free hand on his chest lifted herself up. He felt his throbbing head pushed between soft wet folds then the moment of tightness as she sank down onto it. In pulling her hand from beneath her, the skirt followed her falling to spread out in-front of her.

She placed both hands on his chest and began to slowly move up and down. He could feel her sliding up and down, she was hot and tight around him and every pump drove him closer to exploding into her. His fingers reached out to her stomach, it quivered under his touch. His hands slipped up, disappearing beneath the opening of her top to find the soft globes hidden beneath.

His fingers sank into hot flesh as they crept up over her breasts passing over her hard nipples letting them run between his fingers. Her breath caught at his touch. She began moaning, as she started to gyrate her hips as she sank down him, he felt her swirling round on him. Flesh moving, squeezing and massaging him inside her. He was constantly on the verge of release knowing all she needed to do to cause him to erupt was to move faster.

She teased him, her eyes shining with the excitement that revealed her playful intent. She slowly pushed herself upright no longer needing to lead on him, the shift of him insider her allowed him to feel more force pressing on his tip. The need to release grew inside him, all his control was needed to stop him from grabbing her and thrusting her up and down on himself.

She lent back, her arms out behind her to support herself. She brought her legs forward, planting her feet beside his shoulders. She lifted herself from him, their only connection left his throbbing rod inside her. With her legs open and lying back for the first time he could see himself entering her, lips of flesh flushed with her racing pulse closed round his shaft. The pink skin between the lips was pulled tight bulging with the force of him inside her. Above her lips she was hairless the patch of skin that would naturally be covered with blonde hairs was shaved for his benefit he presumed.

She lent back further till she was almost lying back his fingertips straining to caress her breasts. Slowly she started moving again, the angel rubbing him against her flesh. His engorged shaft being forced to point at her while it strained to force its way back upright, almost painful with his blood pumping so hard through it. He knew he was rubbing against the most sensitive parts inside her, causing her to shake and pant.

She moved faster sliding up and down as quickly as she could. He felt himself reach the point where he would flood her if it weren't for the position forcing him back on himself. His hands slipped down her body to her waist. She took the hint from his gentle tugging at her and she pushed herself up letting her momentum and him pull her forward.

As she collapsed forward he found the release he had needed and he felt himself spasm inside her as jet after jet of his hot seed spurted deep into her. His body juddered as he felt the last drain from him.

He regretted not holding out longer, not being able to satisfy her before she was finished. She pushed herself down onto him hard as she sat on him with her legs in-front of her. He felt his own cum squirm round him as it was forced out of her.

As he felt himself growing soft inside her she carried on, she bounced up and down on his softening member. One hand reached behind her and she gently started stroking his drained balls. Fingers gripped him, squeezing gently, making him jerk as bolts that could have been pleasure or pain shot up him.

Despite being drained he found himself growing harder again, being inside her semi-soft felt strange, her muscles bending him as they tensed around him. With the blood-flow increasing he felt himself pushing into the flesh pushing back against the muscles. Soon her movements had made him hard again.

With one orgasm gone he decided it was time to take control. His hands slipped under her and he managed to spin her round so her back was to him. He then forced her up onto her knees with him kneeling behind her, it seemed more luck than skill that kept him inside her during the manoeuvre. She fell forward onto the rail at the bottom of the bed, her chest resting on top of the cool wood.

His hands felt the curve of her ass as he pushed the skirt up onto her back. He enjoyed watching himself sliding into her from behind. He pushed hard and she collapsed even further onto the rail, her arms hanging over the end. Despite the occasional moan she had been quiet the first time. With him slamming into her she found her voice and began to scream. With every thrust she got louder.

He reached round her, fingers enjoying the feel of her shaved skin. Gently he ran his finger between her lips and cried out as he brushed past her throbbing bud. Around her opening his fingers pushed into the wet juices that had built up. Coated in her juice his fingers moved back to the bud he had passed over.

Between her screams she started shouting words, “Yes”, “More”, “Harder”. He responded to her words pushing harder into her, fingers sliding quickly over her hot pulsing nub. Again he found himself ready to explode into her, having to hold himself back to wait for her.

In an attempt to last longer he pulled from her replacing his shaft with two fingers that curled into her while a third managed to circle her bud at the same time. She called out for him to enter her again. Instead he pushed fingers harder and deeper. His other hand went to her, sliding a finger between his two from his other hand. Inside her he rubbed both front and back, fingers exciting her skin. She returned to screams again, telling him he was doing the right thing.

Her juices were running more freely as his fingers stretched her tight opening. Deciding she was close enough he forced his way back into her. Without removing his fingers it was tighter than before skin stretched round him rubbing as he moved inside her.

She screamed louder than before, it filled the house, he was sure she could be heard from the street.  Then she climaxed her ass jerked up and down. He pulled his fingers out as he drove as deep as he could into her. He erupted into her for a second time harder than the first time his body felt like it drained into her. Spurt after spurt shooting deep into her it felt like every bit of moisture from his body was pumped into her hungry hole.

He pulled out of her and climbed off the bed. He walked round to the foot of the bed where her head hung over the edge. Looking up she opened her mouth to take him into her again. This time he was wet from their fluids and she hungrily licked him clean and sucked the last of his cum from him. Her tongue worked furiously on him but he wasn't capable of a third time and he pulled out of her.

He knelt down at the foot of the bed and he kissed her, their tongues pushing against each other the taste of their sex filled their mouths. He ran his fingers through her hair, it was soft and smooth as it ran between them. Their lips parted, still hungering for each other, their foreheads touching, eyes still closed.

“We have a week left together, lets hope we get the house alone more often.” She whispered the words that started a week of secretive sex. By the time they left the family home she could barely remember her ex's name, their affair being exactly what she had needed.