Massaging My Sister's Breasts

All characters engaged in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen and products of the author's imagination.

Doing the laundry has never been one of my favorite chores. However, I had to do it that morning since I had plans for the evening. When I approached the laundry room with a hamper full of dirty clothes, my sister was already there, unloading a load of her clothes from the washing machine.

"I'll be finished with this in just a minute." She said, acknowledging my presence with a smile.

I dropped the hamper full of dirty clothes on the floor and waited for my younger sister, Mila, to finish unloading the laundry. Unlike me, Mila took a piece of clothing at a time out of the washer basket, shook it gently, and then threw it into the dryer. Then, she took a mesh laundry bag and removed her undergarments one at a time, separating her bras from the others, such as panties, and hung her bras on a hanger to air dry.

"Hey, I don't have the whole day here.... Hurry up, Mila!" I became impatient.

"I don't have the whole day either, Liam. Mom is waiting for me to go out. I am almost done here. "She said, sticking her tongue out playfully, her eyes twinkling.

"Where are you two going?" I asked casually, with no choice but to wait until Mila had completed her usual ritual of unloading her clothes.

"Massage... Mom has a gift certificate for a couple's massage, but Dad doesn't want to go. So, I get to have a full-body massage." She bragged, carefully placing another bra on the hanger to air dry.

Glancing at the bra with a small cup, I couldn't help but utter, "You need a breast massage for sure." And mocked.

"WHAT?"

"A breast massage, Mila, a breast massage to make those things of yours a bit bigger." I joked and laughed.

She frowned and said, "They are big enough, and I am happy with them." Then she paused for a moment looking at my face, and swiftly pushed me away as she walked off the room, saying, "Maybe you should get a pecker massage to get your tiny thing bigger."

"No girl has complained about my size, Mila, no one." I chuckled, slapping her soft buttocks, although I meant to tap her back. Turning around at a safe distance, Mila stuck her tongue out again and walked away.

Mila, my younger sister, is about fourteen months younger than I am. She had just graduated from high school and was waiting for the fall semester to start at my junior college, where she would begin her next chapter in life. Meanwhile, Mila joined a fast-food restaurant for the summer, and I continued working part-time at a grocery store.

While in high school, she participated in swimming and soccer. Our mom enrolled her in dancing and piano lessons several evenings a week to fill her schedule to the fullest, just like they had done with me during my high school years. I was also a member of the school's swimming team, played ice hockey, and was a member of the Boy Scouts. Our parents thought keeping children busy was the best way to keep them out of trouble.

Mila had a very athletic frame despite standing only 5'4". She had long, well-toned legs for her height, lovely globular buttocks, broad shoulders, and an angelic face that begged for second and third looks of appreciation.

She was also the sister that I grew up with, and she was a buddy with a good sense of humor. Together, we outgrew pillow fights, climbing and jumping off trees, bicycle races, fighting for the swing set, and playing in the outdoor monkey bars as we aged. Very close body contact during horseplay was common, yet innocent and non-sexual in nature. Even after we turned eighteen, I still enjoyed hanging around together, teasing and joking, etc., and maintained the relationship we enjoyed over the years as siblings.

Teasing about her breasts was new. It may have begun after I overheard Mila talking with her mom about the difficulty finding bras that fit her sometime after her 18th birthday party. What struck me was not her concern about finding fitting bras but her worry about what covers bras or the lack of their mass.

Soon after, I realized I was paying more attention to her breasts. It is not like I hadn't paid attention to the rest of her body before, or wished that I could get laid by a girl who was as good-looking as Mila was. I knew she always had her breasts, and they were just there, but I had no good reason to pay extra attention to them except to appreciate what a good-looking girl she was. As I scrutinized them anyway, I never thought Mila's breasts were too small for the rest of her figure. They looked firm, perky, and slightly over a handful, but they were ideally suited for her athletic figure. A figure that I would love to explore until I can explode... all over her.

The next day, when we passed each other down the hallway, I made a point of stopping to ask how her breast massage was the day before with a chuckle.

"Oh, it was perfect. Don't you see they are a bit bigger already today?" She gave a teasing smile and thrust her chest forward.

"They look a little mushy, though." I teased back and poked a finger at her left breast, and she swiftly slapped my hand.

"Hope you had time to massage your pecker while we were gone to make it bigger." Mila hit back as she walked past me.

"There was no need for that. It gets bigger when it needs to." I said as I headed to my room.

"I don't know about that... Unlike my breasts, your thing is hardly even noticeable. Maybe, you should get a pecker massage to help it grow to manhood." Mila said, chuckled, and continued walking. I stopped in my tracks, turned, and hurried to chase Mila down to the living room, where she was getting ready to turn on the TV with a remote control. Instantly, she knew I was trying to harass her for her comments one way or the other. She made a feeble attempt to get away, but I swiftly grabbed her by the hand. Mila didn't try to break free from my grasp, fully understanding that I wouldn't hurt her. She giggled, weakly pulling her hand from my grip. "Let me go..." She chortled.

Listen, I don't have a problem with my size. I am happy with it, and no one has complained about it. You, on the other hand, want your breasts to be bigger, right?' I asked, chuckling along with her.

"Said the guy with a small pecker." Milla broke into a laugh that echoed through the room. The sound was infectious, causing even me to crack into a smile.

"If you are not my sister, I would have you measure it to your heart's content. I bet you'll be very happy with my size." I chuckled.

"Well, if you are not my brother, I would measure it and prove that you need massage therapy to get a man's pecker." She hit me back with her words and incessant giggles.

"Go ahead, I'll forget for a moment that you are my sister and let you measure my dick so that you can find the size firsthand. As for you, I can see your size." As I said that, I let her hand go and, without even thinking, reached and softly cuddled her left breast.

"HEY!" Mila protested weakly.

If you prefer natural breast enlargement and don't want implants, check out breast massage therapy on the web." I said. However, I had never done any research on the topic or known anything about breast massage therapy. However, I knew enough to realize that the internet would likely have something to support any theory or treatment.

"Hmmm... I don't know. Maybe I'll check," Mila said somewhat hesitantly.

I wasn't sure even why, but I was thrilled to hear that Mila would at least consider an organic method of developing the mass of her breasts. For some unknown reason, it excited me that impure thoughts began to occupy my thoughts. My brain fired up, drawing images of twin peaks under the palms of my hands, gently rubbing and caressing them.

I rushed to my computer, opened the browser, and searched for breast massage therapy. I was surprised by the number of hits I received. I read through many and copied the URLs of several that I found interesting and supportive of what I told Mila. On a particular page, it described how to massage breasts to increase their vastness and suggested that one should go braless as often as possible if the person is younger than 30. Apparently, for the article's author, staying braless helps them develop faster for younger females. It is also recommended to place a damp, hot towel on the breasts, apply an ointment suitable for the person, and massage them in a circular, inward motion. I was overjoyed.

The next couple of days were uneventful. I purposely evaded any horseplay or teasing of Mila. However, I fuzzily noticed her blushing a few times when our eyes met. I was doubtful that my sister would be tense or blush, and that, in a way, revealed to me that she had at least taken the time to look at the websites I sent her. Then, one afternoon when we were both home, I saw her watching TV, wearing loose shorts and a tight-fitting T-shirt. What she had on or what she was doing didn't surprise me. What surprised me was seeing a pair of nipples poking her top. My jaw dropped, realizing Mila was braless, which was probably the first time I noticed her without a bra at midday. That very same day, when she came to the dining table with the family, she had the same outfit, plus a bra, an outline of which was visible under her t-shirt.

I wondered whether she actively followed the instructions in the article I sent. If she were, what perks would I have, anyway? I hope there might be something, but it may not be what I'm looking for.

During the next few days, I noticed that Mila would hang around the house braless when the parents went to work. Either she would remain in her pajamas longer than usual or wear her everyday home attire, loose shorts, and a T-shirt, minus the bra. While we chatted about various things when we were home together, I refrained from picking on her or asking if she had considered breast therapy.

Then, one day, when I accidentally found a bottle of fenugreek oil in the bathroom's medicine cabinet, it reminded me of a web page I had sent her, which recommended the oil for massaging breasts to promote development. I became curious more than ever if Mila was not only hanging around braless but if she was applying oil to massage her breasts. I couldn't help but visualize her standing in the bathroom and using the oil on her tits and massaging them slowly. I equally wondered if she ever got horny when she rubbed herself. I got an instant hardon...

The next time I caught Mila alone in the kitchen, standing by the sink and washing dishes our parents left before heading to work, I decided to bring up the topic.

"Ahem... Someone is up early today!" I said to get Mila's attention while taking an eyeful of her spherical buttocks that were pointed toward me as she washed. The pajama shorts she had on didn't hide the contours of her marvelous buttocks, and I was quick to spot that her matching pajama top had nothing underneath it.

"Hey, Liam," Mila said without stopping what she was doing or looking my way.

"Do you have work today?"

Yes, I got the 4-to-close shift today. Bummer...." She whined. "And you?"

"Nope, I got the day off," I said, getting closer to her. "And... by the way, how is that thing working for you?"

"Ugh... what thing?" She turned her head this time after placing a clean cup on the drying mat.

"I meant your therapy thing. Are you trying it out? If you are, how is it working out?"

She pouted her lips, looking at me for a moment. "Why do you want to know? So, you can start teasing me?" She asked whisperingly.

"God, no. I am just curious and concerned, that's all."

"Right, you are..." She sneered.

"Mila! I know it matters to you, and that's why I asked. I'm sorry..., but I won't discuss it again." I said, feeling let down and disappointed. We stood there, staring at each other briefly in awkward silence, which was highly unusual, as I gathered that it was best to leave the topic out of the conversation and focus on getting my breakfast instead. When she uttered, "It is kind of weird..."

"What is?"

"The massage therapy, you dummy, massage therapy. Wasn't that what you just asked me?" Mila giggled and giggled loudly.

"Why is it weird?"

"I don't know... It doesn't feel right. I get the perception that I am doing something wrong." She grumbled.

"Don't tell me you feel bad about trying to enhance your body. Think of it like any other activity or exercise to maintain or improve your physical shape. It is nothing more or nothing less," I said, hoping to comfort her.

"I know that much, Liam! But.... I don't know..." She sighed.

"Then what's the issue?'

"It is still weird." This time, she laughed.

"Do you mind showing me how you massage them?" I asked sincerely, thinking Mila may not be massaging her breasts the way the instructions and illustration had indicated.

Mila swiftly broke into laughter. "LIAM! Are you asking me to give you a show? Sounds like my brother wants to see my breasts. She laughed more.

"Well... If you are planning to flash your tits, I'll be happy to enjoy the show, but I didn't ask for that, did I? I only asked you to show me how you massage them to see if you are doing it the way the article described." I said thoughtfully to dodge any suspicions of me wanting to tease her or see Mila's tits. As my mouth uttered words that contradicted my brain, I smiled, waiting for her response.

After thinking for a moment, Mila gave me a blank look, stood straight, adjusting her posture, and then cupped each of her breasts with the palms of her hands and squeezed them several times, then said, "Like this."

"No, Mila. I thought you read the thing and understood how to do it." I shook my head while taking a step in her direction. Holding each of her hands with mine, I took her hands gently and placed her left four fingers on the top of the left breast. Her body instantaneously became stiff while her fingers became as rigid as wooden sticks.

"Relax, Mila! Take a couple of deep breaths and relax. This won't hurt you." I chuckled.

"I am trying...." She hissed.

"OK, then. Now, let's place your right four fingers here," I said while moving her right fingers to the underside of her left breast.

"Now, massage them with your fingers inwards in a circular motion," I instructed her, but my hands guided her fingers. Not wanting to make the scene awkward, I dropped my hand and nodded to her to carry on. I immediately noticed how stilted her body was and how hard she massaged her breasts. She was looking down at the breast that she was working on, with her chin almost touching her chest while her back was vaulted forward.

"Relax your body, look up straight like you are looking into a mirror, and try again." I lifted her chin and encouraged her. My eyes met her breasts and her eyes. She seemed a bit timid, but didn't stop her fingers from moving around the breast. Evidently, she was squashing the breast instead of massaging it softly.

Without even thinking, I promptly said, "Let me..." and moved behind her, placing my hands over hers first and then tucking them under hers. She froze immediately, but was too slow to react otherwise, while fingers on each of my hands gently massaged her firm breast in a circular motion. As I kept rubbing, Mila's body began to relax, and I felt the weight of her torso push onto my chest.

"Is this better than what you were doing?" I muttered into her ear.

Mila just responded with a "Hmmm...." While the back of her head rested on my collarbone. My sister's body was now completely tranquil. Her body rested against mine while her lower back pushed up. As a result, her firm butt was pressed against my crotch, causing a disturbance under my shorts. At that moment, I was contemplating whether I should keep at it, stop, and bail out to hide my arousal before it became apparent and visible. It wasn't only my brain doing the planning and plotting; now, my cock was also in the mix of things. My cock liked the warmth of my sister's butt, where it was nested motionlessly while my brain was trying to make a compromise to save my sanity.

My mouth intervened to ask, "Do you want me to do the other side?"

"Ughh... Ahmm... ok." Mila hissed, her voice almost inaudible.

I dropped my hands to her hips, under the hem of her pajama top, pulling her closer and gliding my hands up along her ribcage.

"That ticks..." Mila laughed involuntarily, swaying her body side to side, and then pushed her butt back and bent her body forward. By then, I managed to have my fingers on each hand on her right breast, under her top.

"Hey..." Mila protested weakly, but I ignored her and continued rubbing and massaging, making every attempt to convince her it was nothing but a clinical procedure.

"Calm down..." I asked, trying to maintain my composure.

"I am..." Mila said. "How long do we have to do this?"

"Well.... If I remember correctly, the article said about five minutes for each side, three times a day."

"I will need a hand massage if I do it three times a day." Mila groaned, once again adjusting her body and shifting her weight from one side to another, consequently pushing the weight of her upper body on me and lodging her butt even tighter against my crotch. I didn't mind that a bit, and my stiffening cock didn't either. Especially now, while my fingers were caressing her firm breast, savoring the softness of her skin, and adoring its rigidity. As I worked on her breasts, Mila first sighed, and her sighs became "Ummm's and Ahhh's" that gave away that she was not only keen on increasing their size, but now she was enjoying having them rubbed by her big brother. That excited me tremendously. Impulsively, my knees bent outwards, pressing my cock that had almost lengthened to its full glory right between the cloth-clad butt crack of my sister. Right away, I knew she felt the rigidness now pressing there, and I regretted what had just happened, fearing how Mila would react. We both paused, with my fingers on both hands still on my sister's right breast fixed, and the back of her head resting on my collarbone.

A moment of silence or awareness worried me as I waited for her reaction, but it never materialized.

"Have you tried massaging with some kind of oil or ointment?" I stuttered to break the silence.

"Ugh... yea," Mila murmured and then forced her butt onto my stiff rod. I knew immediately that it was not an accident, but somewhat intentional. Perhaps, she tried to confirm what poked her butt crack was my hard-on, not something else. Then she gently moved a bit away from me, still not too far to keep my cock in contact with her butt.

"Maybe we should try with some oil next time. Otherwise, if you want me to rub some oil now." I suggested, hoping for a positive response.

"Maybe..." she uttered as I continued my massage therapy. I couldn't remember how long we had been at this. I didn't massage her left breast for too long, perhaps two minutes tops. But the right side got more attention, which my sister clearly enjoyed. I pondered if I should venture onto her nipples, but refrained from getting near them for fear of messing up a good thing I already had going.

"Thank you, Liam. Let's stop before my breasts become sore." Mila muttered. As much as I wanted to keep going, I knew I had to stop against my desire. I gently stepped back, letting my hands slide along the sides of her body. Mila stepped forward, straightened her bunched-up pajamas, and then turned to face me. Then she burst into unrestrained laughter, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Liam!" she said, appearing as if she wanted to say more, but her giggle prevented her from uttering another word. I was flabbergasted. I looked at her; she was still laughing, but as I followed her eyes, I quickly realized she was eyeing the crotch of my shorts. I felt like a buffoon for waiting for Mila to see my condition, a cock pushed up against my shorts with a visible wet spot.

"Ohh... That? It happens to guys, you know that, right?" I tried to be calm and downplay the situation.

"I thought you were helping me to get my breasts bigger. I didn't think you were trying to get your pecker to grow at the same time." Said Mila, controlling her giggle. My brain went into overdrive, searching for more responses to downplay the situation and get me out of embarrassment when she grasped a chopstick at the kitchen counter.

"Time to see how much you grew." She said, still giggling, yet daringly, and holding the chopstick parallel to my cock that had rapidly subsided.

"Mila! Stop." I asked as I jumped backward.

"Go get that poor thing massaged so it can get longer." She chuckled, putting the chopsticks on the counter. I was at a loss for words and felt insulted, so I quickly turned to leave the kitchen when Mila asked, "Can you do it again tonight?"

"Do what?" I had to ask since I was unsure what she was asking or thinking.

"Therapy."

"Aren't you working till late?"

"I'll come to your room after 10 pm. How is that?"

"Sure, you can come," I said as I vacated the kitchen.

I waited patiently for Mila to come home and find me in my room at around 10:00 p. m. At ten p. m., she wasn't home; at eleven or midnight, I didn't hear her voice or footsteps near my room, hallway, or bathroom. I was mentally spent and physically aroused waiting for the moment for Mila to arrive to let me play with her tits, but she didn't even get home, let alone come to my room. Since I had to start the 5:00 a. m. shift to stock the produce section and be up by 4:00 a. m., I finally dozed off around midnight.

When I returned from work around 10:00 a. m., Mila was still in her room, and the parents were at work. After washing, changing my clothes, and having breakfast, I briefly sat in the den to watch TV before a nap, when I heard water running in the bathroom just above me. Several minutes later, I heard her in the kitchen making coffee.

"Where were you last night?" I yelled across the hall to Mila.

"Ohh... I had to give Sophie a ride after work. Her folks are out of town. She invited me in for dessert, and we chatted until late." She shouted back. "You were snoring when I got home." She added.

"I had to be at work by 5 a. m.," I responded, getting off the couch and walking into the kitchen.

"Ouch... Did you wait on me last night?" Mila inquired with a face full of guilt.

"Nah... I dozed off a little after 10 pm." I lied. "I just remembered I promised to help you with your therapy last night, but forgot I had to hit the sack early to be up early."

"No worries, Liam." That wasn't the response I was hoping for from my sister. Deep inside, I wanted her to express a hint of her desire to have me massage her breasts again.

"Not a problem. If you want my help, I am here." I said casually and returned to the den, trying to hide my disappointment.

Thirty minutes or so later, Mila came looking for me in the den and asked, "If you're not tired from stocking all morning, you can help me with the therapy, Liam." Will you?"

"No, I am not tired, "I said softly, but my heart screamed joyfully. I stood up directly in front of her, shaking my hands to get the blood flowing into them and taking a good eyeful of my sister, who stood in front with a smile. Again, she was wearing baggy shorts and a loose top. Clearly, she had nothing under her top to restrain the weight of her mounds. I was pleased.

"Not like that, Liam! Can you stand behind me and do it like you did yesterday? She inquired and added, "Nothing against you, Liam, but I'd rather not see the person massaging me." She grinned.

"Sure..." I asked, "Would you like me to rub some oil this time?"

"I already showered."

"So? You shouldn't wash off the oil for several hours anyway. Take another quick shower before work in the evening." I encouraged her, but didn't expect her to buy my suggestion. Mila thought for a second, rushed upstairs, and returned with a jar of Fenugreek oil I had seen in the medicine cabinet several days before.

"Don't make a mess with the oil now." She demanded. By that time, I was seated back on the couch. I parted my knees, scooted back, and pointed at the space between my legs for her to sit, and Mila did just that without any reservations whatsoever. I was ecstatic, and my cock shook and untwisted instantly.

"You don't want a mess, you said?"

"No mess, please."

"But you know the oil will get to your top and smell for weeks," I warned her.

Mila wound her body, turned, and smirked. "Are you suggesting that I take my top off to you to see my tits?" She giggled.

"No, I'm not suggesting anything." I want to warn you what to expect, that's all. Besides, you are facing away from me, and I can only see your back. Your call."

"If you promise not to look.... I don't want oily, smelly tops...." My sister muttered, hesitated momentarily, and slowly pulled off the top over her head. I swallowed the lump in my throat and took a deep breath, admiring the ivory skin on her back and its shape while she rustled a bit to comfort herself on the couch.

I took a little oil from the jar, rubbed it between my palms to warm it up a bit, and reached around her to her left side first. As soon as my fingers on my hands were placed on her breast, she gasped and made her torso more upright, initiating butt contact with my nearly rigid cock, which rested right in between her butt crack. That made me more excited and made my cock stiffer instantaneously as my fingers on both hands got going around her firm flesh, while "Ahhh's and Mmm leaked out of her mouth, getting me even more aroused.

I kept at it, occasionally, pulling her closer, and for her part, she pushed back with her butt, seeking more real estate on the couch for her butt while crowding my cock even more. The stickiness in my pants couldn't have been produced from anything other than my pre-cum. I blamed her warm buttocks for causing chaos within my shorts, not only to stiffen my cock, but for it to leak pre-cum. At least I knew if Mila saw my condition, she would surely understand the reason since we had already gone through the scenario.

I paused, massaging Mila's left breast to get more oil for the other side. Taking a momentary break, my sister readjusted herself on the couch, placing her hands on either side of my thighs and lifting her butt, and again putting it between my legs. This time, her tailbone was against my pubic bone while her butt settled right on my stiffened pole. She giggled softly and twisted as our bodies made contact, and then placed the back of her head on my chest. I reached around her with my hands to knead her right breast this time.

Without long, I began to enjoy the sound of "Ahhhh's and Mmmm's escaping her lips while her head and shoulders relaxed on my chest. Each time a sound escaped from her mouth, I took the liberty of venturing off, massaging around the lobes to caress her areola very gently, causing her to breathe heavily. With each of her breaths, I pressed my chest more onto her back, sliding my rear forward on the leather couch and back, letting my cock that was oozing with pre-cum slide between her butt crack easily while they were still inside my pants. It excited me to grasp that there were only two thin pieces of garment that separated my cock from my sister's pussy, which I thought was soaked by now; the way she acted and made sounds each time my hips rocked and swayed.

I knew I had been on her breasts for a good ten minutes or more. Mila's body was now numb and completely relaxed except for the sounds her lips let out, perhaps involuntarily. I knew one thing for sure. If I didn't stop soon, I could very well shoot my load within my shorts and make a bloody mess, causing unknown consequences or giving enough ammunition to Mila to tease me till my death.

Halfheartedly, I took a bit more oil and first rubbed some on each of her breasts with each of my hands. Mila acted as if she was still sedated, the weight of her back fully on my chest while her butt crowded my shaft. I let my hands drop down onto her silky skin, tracing her stomach with gentle caresses. My sister seemed to enjoy it or didn't care to protest or stop me until the tips of my fingers slid under the waistband of her shorts.

"I guess we are done, right?" She asked as if she was regaining consciousness after being tranquilized.

"I can do a bit more if you like." I offered graciously.

"If you do more now, I'll be sore up here." She said, taking each of my hands in hers and moving them aside. "But I like the oil rub. It felt awesome. Will you do the oil rub again, Liam, next time?" She asked, twisting her body a bit first and turning her head over her shoulder.

"Anytime, Mila. When do you want me to do it again?" I was excited to learn that she wanted this to continue, and I was happy that it was her asking.

"Don't know. Maybe tonight or tomorrow." She said, reaching for her top beside us and sliding it down to cover herself. I deliberately held her from the sides while she got dressed and took the opportunity to slide my throbbing pole between her butt crack one more time, hoping Mila wouldn't notice. Even if she did, what difference would it make? The last time, she saw my hard-on after I rubbed her breasts, and this time, she couldn't have been so naïve not to feel my stiff cock sliding within her butt crack, perhaps even stroking around her pussy. In many ways, I was relieved that we together took a step forward in the direction I wanted to head.

Once she had her top on, she slowly got off the couch and swiftly turned around, directly eyeing my crotch, closed her hand with a hand, and started to giggle just as she had done the previous time.

"What?" I questioned, although I knew why and what she was doing.

"Your pants are all soaked." She said, giggling. "Did you cum or something?"

"Fuck, No. You wet my pants." I responded, pointing to her shorts, where a visible wet spot was noticeable.

"LIAM.... No... It's all your stuff. Not mine." She kept giggling.

"Prove it," I demanded.

"How?"

"Prove that you are not wet and didn't leak your juice all over my shorts." I dared her.

"No way..." Mila said with a mischievous smile. "Now I have to go change my shorts while you take care of that thing of yours. She said and stuck her tongue out playfully." Are you going to yank it or massage it like you massaged me?... Ugh. Never mind."

"If I rub it, it is called masturbation, dummy."

"Yeah... that... Is that what you are going to do when I go to change?" She asked, chuckling.

"Why? Are you volunteering?"

"Fuck, no." She said as she hopped her way out of the den. As disappointed as I was, I was relieved that we had that conversation, which I thought might lead to something joyful for me soon. At least, I hoped.

Then, just as I was getting off the couch to head to my room, Mila tiptoed back into the den, saying, "I am sorry, Liam. I didn't mean to make fun of you." Mila made a pained, sympathetic face as she spoke.

I just gave her a blank look while her eyes glued to the tent, my stiff cock made in shorts.

"Will it help if I just place my hand over it.... You know, over your shorts?" She inquired.

"Ugh... just placing your hand over my cock? Over my shorts? How is that supposed to help?" I shot back, hoping there was room to bargain.

"I don't know... If you think it will help you, I'll do that much for you." She said with an innocent smile.

"Ok. That would be a start and could help." I said with a heart full of hope for something more from my sister as she sat next to me on the couch while taking another eyeful of my stiff cock, tenting under my jogging shorts. She leaned towards me, bringing her right hand over the bulge just above it, and looked up at me as if she were a deer in the headlights. The edges of her mouth curled upwards, trying to mask her nervousness.

"What the heck..." She said with a fleeting smile as she placed the palms of her right hand over the swell. We remained silent for what seemed to be hours. Her hand didn't move, but my cock did. It responded by instantly pulsing to her touch, although the thin fabric of my shorts barred any skin-to-skin contact. I sighed, and this time, Mila chuckled.

"Did you see that? It throbbed... as if it were metal and my hand was made of a magnet." She giggled, pressing her open palms on the length of my cock. With her wrist near the base of my cock, she extended her middle finger toward the crown as if she was measuring the length.

"I thought you were going to hold it." I groaned impatiently.

"I didn't say hold. Liam. I said I would place my hand over it." Mila said, rubbing the length of my cock with her fingers over the fabric. My cock jerked straightaway, reacting to her stroke, and even leaked a good amount of pre-cum as I groaned in appreciation.

"Is that good?" She asked, flashing a dampened smile.

"Yeah, could be better, though..." I uttered, placing my hand over hers and pressing it firmly on my cock, guiding her hand back and forth over the length. My sister squawked, "Hey... " but didn't resist at all when I repetitively guided her hand over my stiff cock, while hooking my pinky finger and trying to pull the hem of my shorts, hoping to get a bit of my cock out of the conferment of my shorts. When I succeeded in getting the tip of my cock to stick out, Mila froze. Her jaw dropped as she gawked at the glossy head of my cock with a good size globule of pre-cum waiting to seep down.

"LIAM... This is not part of the deal." Mila hissed. For a moment, I feared she would push me away and leave, but she didn't. She just gave me a sideway glance and another towards the pre-cum oozing head of my cock.

"Mila! Don't tell me you have never seen a dick before." I protested with a pleading tone.

"That's different, you know."

"There is no difference," I said slowly, taking her, and she let me place it on the head of my cock, which jerked again to her feel.

"Are you trying to get your little sister to give you a hand job? You are, aren't you?" Mila smirked, wrapping her fingers around the upper end of my pole. "Shame on you."

"You said you would touch it, right? And you admitted having done this to others, right? So, what's the big deal, or what difference does it make? "I encouraged her while she squeezed my cock firmly and kept staring at my face. My cock was now aching and begging for the release of pressure that had been building for a good while, and I had no patients or intentions of depriving it. I rapidly bunched up the leg of my shorts, revealing more of my length while pushing my hips forward to fuck her fist. Hoping that would encourage her.

"You jerk!" She called me, giving me a look that was a mixture of impish and penetrating.

"Yes, please. You can jerk me." I pushed my stiff cock into her fist; she tightened the grip slowly and yanked. And I groaned and sighed. The pleasure was enormous, and the relief was now imminent. Mila's fist glided faster and faster and faster along my length, sending shock wave after shock wave after shock wave through my body. The intensity of shook waves intensified by the naughty smile that she had and the determination now she showed to get me to cum. That was quite contrary to how she acted minutes ago.

"Ohhh... Mila!" I groaned and groaned and groaned as jets and jets of my cum shot out like a cannon. Mila reduced the pace but milked me to the last drop before she stopped.

"There.... One happy big brother." Mila giggled. "You came in buckets. It must have been a good hand job." She said, taking credit for what she just did.

"No kidding. It was fantastic. Thank you"

"Well, you helped me, too, with my therapy." You'll have to clean up your mess now, here now." She said as she left the den.

That evening, Mila had the 4-close shift, and I also had to be up by 4 am to report to work at 5 am the next day. After watching a romantic movie with my parents, I retired to my room to watch something more interesting for a short while before going to bed. Just when I was about to turn off the TV in my room, I heard someone's footsteps in the upstairs hallway. I instantly knew it was Mila since the parents seldom come upstairs. If and when they wanted to talk to us, they would generally yell for us to come down and hear what they had to say. Minutes later, the sound of water running in the shower confirmed that Mila was home, taking her nightly wash.

It wasn't long after I heard a knock on my door and Mila calling my name. Even before I had a chance to respond, she opened the door, closed it behind her, and stood in front of me with a jar of oil. In her Satin camisole silk Satin Pajama top with spaghetti straps and matching baggy bottom, she looked incredibly sexy. I was ecstatic to see that she wanted me to play with her breasts, which excited me tremendously.

"Hey, Liam! I have a question that I hope you can answer." She stuttered a bit.

"What's the question? I'll try my best to answer." I eagerly replied.

"Do you know, or did you read, how long I have to keep doing this before I see an improvement?" She asked, holding the oil jar.

"It depends. The article advises taking a baseline measurement and then re-measuring it after about three months to assess the improvement."

"That long?"

"Mila! This is not a magical potion you can drink and have huge breasts the next day when you get up." I chuckled.

"And I have to do it a couple of times a day?"

"Yes, at least, and go braless whenever you can."

"Do you mind?" She pleaded, but didn't clarify what she was pleading for.

"Giving me the therapy."

"Sure, Mila! I don't mind." I was thrilled. "Maybe we should try a different position this time," I said, guiding her to face the wall, bending her elbows, and placing the palms of her hands on the wall. Without hesitation, I slid the straps of her top down, along with the top, to her waist, getting ready to rub the oil.

"Liam!"

"Yeah, Mila."

"I don't want any oil on my clothes and don't look, please. I'm going to take the top off, okay." She said humbly as if I would forbid such a request. And she did just that without even ensuring I wasn't looking.

I immediately went to work, using side rubbing oil and massaging in a rotary motion. Within moments, she began to moan, and she did before, and for my part, my hips pressed to her ample buttocks, pressing and shoving more and more as I kept on her left side.

"I have to admit that you are very good at this." Mila moaned more, and I added more oil to her already slippery breast. I was in paradise with my hands around a firm breast and stiffening cock lodged between my sister's butt cracks. As my fingers rotated around her breast, my cock slid in her butt crack, causing the friction to lengthen my cock to the fullest.

"Hey, Liam!" Mila whispered. "Please don't wet my pajama bottom this time, are you? This is the last good, clean one I have. Others are long, heavy, or tight."

"By the way, I am wearing the last clean, comfortable shorts, too, before doing the laundry." I said, but I wanted to ask if we both should remove our bottoms, but I refrained from jumping the gun. Instead, when I paused to get more oil, I quietly pull down my shorts enough to let my cock out. Then when I pressed my cock into her butt crack over her pajama bottom, I expected her to notice the difference in feel, but she didn't or react. But I wasn't entirely content with the results, and I wanted more. To get more, I knew I had to be patient and tactful. So, I waited, feeling the warmth of my sister's clothe-clad butt crack, shoving my length much as possible.

By the time I got to her right breast, she was already in a daze, with most of her weight pushing on me, and her head resting on my chest. Exploiting on the opening, I dropped one hand to her butt cheek and gently squeezed it while the other hand circled her breast. She didn't react to that either. Therefore, I resolved to persevere for a while before dropping a sales pitch.

"Mila! I might wet your pajama bottom." I said quickly, pulling it down by the waistband and immediately pressing my weight on her to prevent any protest on her part.

"LIAM!" She shouted in a panic. But it was too late for her to do anything as my cock was now tightly nested in the crease between the thighs. "Now what?" She asked innocently.

"Is it okay if I just finish the therapy like this to keep our clothes from getting damp? Only a few more minutes of therapy left." I slid my cock a bit further within her soft thighs, and Mila wiggled and settled, gripping my cock tightly within her thighs. The feeling was fantastic, and my cock immediately responded by leaking more and more pre-cum to lubricate where it was nested.

"At least my bottom won't be soaked." She hissed, sounding it as a fair compromise. "Your thing is leaking a lot." She added, and I didn't bother to figure out if it was a complaint or a compliment, as I had to multitask. But I want to lead her on to go even further.

"I am leaking a lot. I bet you are wet and leaking too..." I said as I attempted to reach her pussy from the front while my cock thrust its length between her now slippery thighs from the rear.

"NO," She panicked, covering her pussy with a hand, causing my cock to windup, pressing onto her palms. I kept pumping vigorously, still holding her right breasts, and Mila kept her hand down to meet the head of my cock each time it parted her soft and slippery thighs and appeared at the other end. What more was, she soon reached further and began to grip the crown of my cock, aiming it to slither where there was more saturation. I didn't have to be told that she positioned my cock near the opening of her pussy. I was electrified, realizing Mila was enjoying what I was doing, and that energized me even more. The saturation between her pussy lips made my cock to slide effortlessly between her pussy folds, causing Mila to emit sounds of pleasure from her lips, while tightly gripping my cock within them. Her fingers clutching the crown of my cock while her thumb caressing. It was awesome.

I hoped the moment would never end, but after several strokes, I shot another load and buckled onto her.

"You fucked my thighs!" Mila purred, giving me a flirtatious glance.

"And you enjoyed it."

"Let's just say it is good to know that someone at least liked my legs." Mila stuck out her tongue playfully.

"I know you enjoyed it because you were wet and leaking juice," I commented, cheering her, and added, "You do have nice legs, Mila."

"They are pale and skinny." She sneered.

"I would say they are nice. Long, soft, and well-toned." She smiled as she left the room.

I didn't get home until about 9:30 the following day, and I was tired after stocking shelf after shelf, so I hit the sack as soon as I got home to take a much-deserved nap. I slept soundly for a couple of hours, and when I awoke, the first thing that came to my mind was Mila. Conceivably, my cock was also had the same thought since it was rigid as an iron pole. After a quick wash and a change into comfortable shorts, I skipped wearing underwear purposely to make it easier on myself, just in case I got lucky with my sister. When I arrived on the main floor, I found Mila in the den, watching TV. We greeted each other with routine insults before I had something to eat. All while; my cock remained semi-hard entertaining thoughts of Mila. I pondered whether I should begin a conversation regarding last night or massaging her breasts, but I decided to wait to see if Mila would initiate the conversation. I knew that if she asked for my help, then I would have the upper hand. Upon my meal, I went to sit beside Mila in the den.

As I had hoped, Mila opened the subject first by asking, "Are we taking the baseline measurements today?"

"Oh... Yeah, I almost forgot." I said, hiding my excitement. "Do you want to go grab Mom's measuring tape?"

"I have it here." She said, pointing to the tape on the coffee table. Her jittery laugh gave away that she was a bit timid, but her eyes showed her excitement.

"Ok then, let's measure. If we measure right, it would pretty much be your present bra size." I said, taking the tape and waiting for Mila to get off the couch.

"You can measure over my shirt, right?" She asked as if she wanted me to demand that she take it off before she did so on her own.

"Nope... We want to do it right. Let's take your shirt off, Mila." I sounded serious.

"Yeah... Looks like my brother wants to see his sister's small tits." She mocked and stood up anyway.

She undid the buttons on the shirt, pulling it open just enough to expose an uninterrupted line of flesh from between her breasts and down her arms before it landed on the couch.

I had massaged her breasts, but this was the very first time I saw my sister's breasts. I studied her, my eyes lingering on her lips and the swells of her breasts before I met her gaze again.

Her beautiful, luscious breasts tumbled free, and for a couple of seconds, I just stared in admiration at what I had been exposed to. The shape of them was just what I had expected. I savored seeing purple areolae decorating her ivory skin around her nipples while the nipples themselves were like two cranberries. Her breasts were delicate and petite, evoking a sense of fragility and femininity. I was mesmerized, and my cock instantly became hard.

Hiding my arousal, I wrapped the tape around her rib cage, below the mounds, and then I did the same on the nipple line and wrote down the numbers.

"We'll use these numbers to compare your development each month," I said, handing over the notepad. "Now, do you want to do the therapy?" I asked, looking for a positive response.

"It looks like you are already stirred." She said, giggling and eyeing the outline of my swollen cock that was visible under my shorts.

"Honestly, yes. But it is your call, not mine." I tried to find a leveled playing field.

"I don't mind." She murmured. "Since you are eager and willing." I'll run upstairs and grab the oil" I was overjoyed hearing those words from Mila since what she said was more indicative of her willingness to mess around than getting her tits massaged as I grasped.

"No need, Mila. There is something equally effective and cheaper in the kitchen, olive oil." I said, grabbing her hand and rushing towards the kitchen, not wanting to waste a moment of our time. Once we were there, I picked her up by her waist and sat on the kitchen counter, taking an eyeful of her beautiful breasts that were mesmerizing. Without any holdup, I applied a generous amount of olive oil all over her chest, breasts, rib cage, stomach, and even below the belly button.

Mila stood still with her eyes closed, waiting for me to massage her breast, which I did wholeheartedly. The only difference was that now I was directly looking at her breasts as I was rubbing them and seeing her facial expressions as she moaned in ecstasy. Mila's pleasure was evident, as she bit her lips and gently swayed her head. Having my bulge under shorts pressing between her parted knees at her pussy could have added to her pleasure just as it did to me.

She was again in a trance state and probably wasn't paying any attention to anything other than what I was doing to her breasts, which seemed to relish. Taking advantage, I pulled down my shorts and stepped out of them, placing my stiff pole right where her pussy was with the head of my cock pointed upwards.

Then, I don't know what came over me; I lurched forward and took her left nipple in my mouth while swirling my tongue in a circular motion around.

"What are you doing?" She questioned me, still in a daze.

"Your shorts may get messy," I whispered instead of answering her question. I wasn't sure if she understood what I had alluded to, but the only response I got from my sister was a blank look.

"Lift your butt a bit so that I can pull your shorts down," I said as I reached for her waistband.

"Like last night? Don't go any further, please." She wailed. With that, her butt was resin,' and her shorts were removed. My little sister was completely naked. I wasn't sure if Mila even realized that by taking her shorts off, she would fully expose her pussy to me for the first time, but I was blissful getting to see her fully shaven pubic and pussy. The reason for her tranquility was evident by how her clean shaven, pussy lips were well saturated, and they glistened. She was stimulated and aroused, and so was I.

I slid her towards me on the kitchen counter, placing the underside of my hard cock between her soaked pussy lips and slid it up, pressing the crown right on her clit. My sister swiftly started moaning, and with each stroke, her moans got louder and louder while she wrapped her hand around my neck and rested her face on my shoulder. The feeling was incredible, unbelievably good. I was now letting out groans of my own in pleasure, joining my sister's moans as we swung at our hips in unison. The way she moaned had me suspecting whether she was on the verge of an orgasm or had already experienced one. I sensed her body tense and then shiver a time or two, clutching my neck tighter and letting out various sounds.

"Liam! Wait..." Mila whooshed. I stopped thudding tentatively, wondering if I was doing something wrong that would cause Mila to panic.

"Put me down..." She said in a pleading voice while trying to push herself off the kitchen counter. Worried and disappointed, I glanced at her face, which I couldn't quite read, and squinted at her slick pussy lips that nested my stealth hard-on. My cock twitched, demanding my hips to resume action by sliding it up and down within my sister's pussy folds while I waited for Mila.

Mila lowered herself off the counter and swiftly knelt in front of me, clutching my stiff cock in her hands. I was mystified as to why she rushed off to get on her knees. She looked up and smiled, wrapping her hand around the base of the cock, and opened parted her lips to guide my cock inside her warm mouth. She paused, holding my cock by the base and the head inside her mouth, and looked up again with her smiley eyes before she began to pump the cock with her hand while sucking it with a loud slurp.

I groaned and groaned noisily in ecstasy as my balls began to tighten, sending shockwaves throughout my body. My knees buckled, my hips bent backward, and my cock pushed more into my sister's mouth than she had allowed. Mila must have sensed that I was ready to shoot my load deep into her throat; my cock stiffened even more, and the way I shuddered.

She pushed my cock out of her ward mouth, kissed the tip, and swirled her tongue around the crown before tugging it vigorously, aiming it at her chest. Cum, I did. Calling my sister's name and howling like an animal, a sound I have yet to know. She kept yanking even after the last drop was released and took it in her mouth one more time to continue sucking my still hard for a good minute or two before she let it out to rubbed my cum all over her chest again.

As usual, Mila chuckled while I tried to regain my composure and breath.

"Someone is still hard." She kept giggling while gently yanking it. "I am late to meet Sophie... I really have to go. Slumber party tonight at her place." She was apologetic, and I sighed.

"Mila! Did you...?" Before I could complete my sentence, she answered with her unbroken giggle.

"Did I orgasm? What do you think?" She mocked and stuck her tongue out as she hopped out of the kitchen; I stood there admiring her buttocks that bounced rhythmically with each step she took with her elegant legs.

I worked eight hours on Friday and Saturday, covering for a co-worker. Mila was out on Friday night, as she said her friend had thrown a slumber party during her parents' absence. Since our parents were home that weekend, due to my work schedule and other social activities, I didn't have much time to spend with my sister, which I frankly missed. We passed by each other several times, and each time, we exchanged quick pushes, grabs, and squeezes. But I wanted to have more time with my sister, to fondle her breasts, touch her, caress her, and feel the warmth of her body against mine.

That Sunday evening, Mila had the late shift again. Knowing she would get home around 10 pm and our parents would most likely be in their bedroom around that time, I waited in my room watching TV. Just around 10 PM, I heard her coming upstairs and going to her room, followed by the familiar sound of her taking a shower. I began to stiffen without even seeing her, anticipating that Mila would come into my room to fulfill my desires. Likewise, I repeatedly visualized what I would do and how to make her satisfied. Instead, what I heard was Mila going to her room and closing the door. I was thoroughly disappointed and pondered whether I should knock on her door to see if she would let me in, but I decided against it. After a while, I finally decided to turn off the TV and go to bed, but sleep did not fully invade my body or mind. I waited in bed, twisting and turning, trying to find a comfortable position for my thoughts to flee, my body and mind to go numb, and doze. When nothing worked, I turned on the TV again, lowered the sound, and stared at it, hoping the boring movie would ultimately bore me enough to fall asleep.

Then, just as I resigned myself to another restless night, I heard a soft creak. My heart raced as I realized it was the sound of my bedroom door being slowly opened. The dim light from the hallway cast a shadow on the floor, and I saw Mila's familiar figure standing in the doorway. She stepped inside, her movements deliberate and silent, and closed the door behind her with a gentle click.

"Mila," I whispered, my voice filled with hope and longing as she approached my bed with a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

"Liam! You are still awake?" She whispered, sitting on the bed. "Did you miss me? "She asked with a lovely smile. "Or did you miss my little breasts?" She added with a soft giggle. I waited silently, inhaling her aroma, drinking in her beauty with my eyes, and trying to absorb the vibes she might have been sending me.

"I have to ask...? She said and waited a bit before adding, "Do you really like my breasts, Liam?" She surveyed my face in the twinkling, flashing lights of the TV.

"MILA! I don't like your breasts... I LOVE them." I finally broke the silence.

"Oh... Liam, you are so sweet. I know at least one person like them. Most would like my face, my butt, my legs, all other parts, but not my breasts. Are they that small, Liam, or are they ugly? She said as she was about to break into tears, then turned and leaned over me to land a kiss on my cheek. "I am lucky to have a friend and a brother like you. Very lucky." She purred as I wrapped my hands around her to bring her closer to me, kissing both sides of her face. Meanwhile, Mila pushed away the sheets covering me, pulled up her legs onto the bed, and rested her body over mine, crowding my bare chest.

"You love them a lot?" She purred again.

"You have the most gorgeous breasts I have ever seen, Mila. They might be slightly smaller than some others, but they are more significant than many others. I think they are just the right size for you, and they are both firm and soft. They are round and more than a handful. They are just exquisite, and I adore them." My sister listened to every word I said, looking into my eyes, and then held my face in her hands, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. She smiled, looking at me again, and this time, I raised my head off the pillow and returned her kiss. Then, it was her turn to kiss my lips. Her lips wandered on mine for a bit longer than earlier. As soon as she pulled her lips off mine, I placed my right hand over her neck, bringing her lips to mine. We kissed, just the lips at first, but before long, our tongues swirled and spun to the same tune while "Mmmm.. " and Ahhh.... " Escaped our lips, suppressing the sound from the TV.

"Someone is getting all stirred up down there," Mila whispered, bending her leg at the knee and rolling her thigh over the bulge.

"No kidding. Someone is French kissing me and pushing a pair of dazzling tits into my chest. What do you expect?" I said jokingly.

"Liam!" She was almost inaudible.

"Yes, Mila."

"There is something I want to do. I want to do it before I change my mind. And even if I do it, I don't know if that will be the first of many or first and only." She stuttered.

"What is it, Mila?" I asked, but she didn't respond. We waited in awkward silence, staring at each other for a good, long moment.

"What the heck?" My sister said, flexing her facial muscles and rolling her eyes. Then, she rapidly scooted down, pulling down my shorts. I was flabbergasted, and my jaw dropped, realizing that the person who had just undressed me was my little sister. Even for my playful, prank-loving little sister, it was quite a surprise to see the bold movement she made by removing my shorts and throwing them on the floor.

"Am I a naughty little girl, Liam?" She asked, giggling before she removed her top, displaying her marvelous tits. I swallowed the lump in my throat and pondered what her next act was. I didn't have to wait long to see her pulling down her pajama bottom and throwing it on top of the pile of clothes we had just covered ourselves before pushing her weight over me.

Her eyes gleamed as her lips parted naughtily while she relaxed in my arms and opened herself up to me. I waited, pondering what her next move was, before her sensual lips met mine, returning her kisses with a warm passion that matched my own. I caressed her soft skin, sliding my hand down over the curve of her waist and resting it briefly on her hip. I stroked one luscious thigh before sliding it back up again to the mound of her breast. As she left my kiss, she pressed her lips to my neck, sending a shiver down my body. The feel of her lips on my skin was heavenly and any blood still making it to my brain now flowed steadily downward reinforcing my already hard cock. Her hand moved up over my chest and around my back, causing my muscles to tense and relax beneath them. The softness of her hands touching my skin was miraculous and appeasing.

We kissed passionately and fiercely, my tongue pushed into her mouth, and she dueled playfully with it. I had to cup her breasts, and the hardening of her nipples followed. The heat of desire well up in her that was like nothing like I had ever experienced. I licked and sucked Mila's swollen breasts, her nipples that were so hard that the skin of her areolas also swelled. This was way more than just physical excitation.

"Do you like them, Liam? Do you like playing with your little sister's small breasts? Ha?" She whispered in an impish tone of voice. For my silence, my stiff cock answered with several pulses and leaking a good amount of pre-cum.

"You want your little sister, don't you, Liam?" Mila said as I felt her hands travel down between us and seized my arching cock that was now slick with my pre-cum. Lifting her body slightly, she tugged it several times, gripping the foreskin with her soft fingers before she knelt placing her knees either side of my body and holding my cock right where the entrance to her love canal would be.

"MILA!" I grunted in anticipation of what could be the most exquisite bliss of my life as the tip of my cock entered her very soaked, very velvety passage. "Ohhh..." We both groaned as her hips slowly sank into my pole.

She was so tight. Even with all the sap we both leaked, she pulled and push down fraction of an inch at a time, before her pussy walls that gripped my cock like vises to adjust and give into to take more of my length. Mila moaned as she labored and persevered with my cock, until I was buried in the hilt.

"Ohhh... Liam. This feels so good." During her struggle to catch her breath, she said. "Fuck me, Liam! Fuck me the old fashion way., please!" My sister's use of the work fuck was not only astonishing, but she also requested that I do it in missionary style, which was an additional surprise on top of her initiating everything so far.

I needed no additional invitations. I swiftly rolled her over, taking and placing each of her legs on each of my shoulders. I had to pause for a moment to capture the beauty of my sister lying in my bed in that position, waiting with inviting eyes, before I rocked my hips against her and she tilted hers back, inviting me more profoundly with each thrust. Her hands traveled down my back and then gripped my ass, attempting to pull me even closer to her. I almost lost it, but I proceeded and answered her by pulling back and slamming hard into her once more.

As I said, she was so tight, I was hanging on by a thread, but there was no way I was going to come before she did. I locked my eyes on hers and panted out, "You feel so good Mila, you are so damned tight."

Her eyes were on mine, and she moaned in reply. She started repeating my name over and over as we found our rhythm. 'Oh yeah.' Liam. Liam. Liam. Yeah. Oh yes..... Liam.... yes..... Ohhh.... That was music to my ears. I was making my little sister, whom I love so much to reach an orgasm. The sounds she emitted revitalized me even more to the point of slamming her harder and harder with each of my strokes.

Then, I leaned down and kissed her as she came, holding myself inside her, feeling her orgasm contract around me, squeezing my cock in a vice-like grip. As soon as she calmed down, I dropped my head down beside hers and pulled away, almost out of her pussy, then slammed back into her to the hilt, bottoming out inside her.

Her body shivered, her hips pushed up, and her eyes closed while her fingernails poked holes in my bedsheets as she muttered, "Fill me up, Liam! Please fill me up... Go ahead, Liam, go ahead..."

I obliged her a moment later as she clenched my cock again with another orgasm of her own. The sensation was amazing, and I came harder and longer than I ever had before. I watched her face as she screamed around me in the middle of what I was sure were multiple orgasms. Her pussy clenched around me again and again before she finally opened her eyes and looked at me with wonder. I kissed her softly, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her chest against mine. I could feel her heart pounding and her thighs quivering.

As we remained cuddled, I wondered if this could be the first of many or the first and only, as Mia forewarned.