Brewhaus
It was surprisingly slow for a Friday night, the county fair was in full swing but the beer tent didn’t typically draw business from us. We had our regulars along with plenty of weekend campers and sportsmen, I say we because my step-sister and I own a beer joint/eatery named the Brewhaus. No, it wasn’t original, in fact she and I had seen the name at a bistro in Syracuse and decided to see if it would work three states away. Following some research and a few applications along with the mandatory government fees it became a registered name in our state.
Sara is older than me by a year and a half, when I was 12 she and I became pseudo siblings when my mom married her dad. I say pseudo because we both had different parents but still lived in the same household. I was old enough I didn’t want to be adopted and he was cool with that, Sara and I hung together most of our teen years, that ended when she enlisted in the Army with me following two years later. We were never stationed together and hadn’t seen one another for over two years when her dad keeled over of a massive heart attack. Returning home for the funeral was bittersweet, it was a sad reason to gather, but, like most people, we made the most of the moment.
It was during our time at home for the funeral that Sara and I formulated a plan to buy what was now the Brewhaus when our enlistments were done. We were both in our early twenties, had money in the bank and got along well. It was also when in a drunk enough state of mind we reached the conclusion it was okay for us to bed one another, we weren’t blood related in any way, so why not. We had never so much as flirted in our teen years, I had never even seen her in just underwear. Her swim wear was always quite modest so there wasn’t much to see there, it wasn’t until she was on her own that she broke out of her shell.
That Saturday night after the funeral neither of us were in the mood to sit around the house and listen to all the old tales. Sara and I drifted on down to Jakes Tap, the special was twenty-five cent 10oz taps, well don-cha know a few bucks will go a long way toward inebriation with a deal like that.
The special ran from five until nine at which time the tunes started and the dance floor filled. She and I had been dancing with each other as well as people we’d known from school, neither of us sure what the other’s plans were if we were to hook up with one of our dance partners. She had danced more with one fella than the rest, a fisherman up for the weekend. He brought her back to the table and headed for the men’s room, she slid tight to me and laid her head on my shoulder.
“He’s kinda cute, but there’s something about him that doesn’t sit well. He told me I’m a knockout and wants to hook up, but I’m not sure, little red flags are waving inside my head.”
I chuckled, “Well, you do have a nice ass, and that chest, where did that come from? I don’t remember you being that big.”
She laughed, “Well I don’t remember you being so dang handsome and muscular. I started to blossom just before I turned twenty. Do you really think I have a nice ass John?”
I hugged her tighter, “I do Sara, in those jeans you look mighty tempting. I can understand why he’d want to get you naked.”
Leaning away from me she grinned her most devious grin. I remembered that as teens when she had that grin something profound was about to happen or be said, she didn’t disappoint.
“Would you like to see me naked? We aren’t blood related and I’d just as soon give you my body as that guy, I want to get laid tonight, but not with him.”
Sitting back slightly I looked at the serious expression on her face, “Yes, I would love that, but we aren’t talking about falling in love and all that, right?”
“Hell no, I’m talking about raw passionate get down and dirty fucking. I don’t want to be loved tonight, I want to be dicked as hard and often as you can get it up. By the time we walk in for breakfast I want cum soaked panties and a sore pussy. Is that clear enough?”
As the young angler was about to sit she stood, “Don’t bother, we’re getting ready to leave, was nice to meet you, maybe some other time.” She smiled at me, “Come on, the nights young.”
In the motel room we stood looking at each other when that grin appeared once more, “You’re gonna have to kiss me so I don’t feel like a whore, but it doesn’t have to mean much if you don’t want it to. I’ve thought about you a lot since I left home, I’m kind of fulfilling a dream.”
We watched one another as we undressed, when she got to her bra I noticed it was nothing special, a simple light blue cotton bra with some lace here and there, oh, and a little white bow between the cups. When her jeans lowered I smiled to see it was a matching set with a little white bow on each hip. I was in my briefs, she in panties and bra when we simultaneously said, “You finish undressing me.”
The statement made both of us laugh, I walked to her and turned her to face away from me. I unhooked her bra, slid it off her body and looked at the tag, 34C, that was a perfect size for her tight body. Cupping her breasts from behind I squeezed gently and molded them into cones tweaking her nipples as I slid my hands forward. Her head was back against my shoulder as she murmured, “You’re good Johnny.”
Moving my hands to her hips I hooked two fingers in the waistband and lowered her panties all the way to her ankles, kneeling behind her I kissed each ass cheek before I stood. Still being active-duty military her body was tight and solid, as I turned her I looked down. A little thatch of hair adorned her mound, it was neither long nor thick, the hair curling only slightly. I kneeled again and kissed her mound, sniffed her arousal deeply and then stood, she reached behind my head and drew me in for a kiss, as we broke I asked softly.
“I want you in the worst way, but are you sure Sara? I don’t want this to ruin us.”
Holding my face in her hands she kissed me softly, “It won’t, I’ve wanted it to happen for a while now, truth is I’d rather have you between my legs than a stranger. Now it’s my turn, stand back.”
As I did she had my underwear off and my cock stuffed in her mouth with one movement, I looked down to see her looking up trying to smile. As she bobbed, I wove my fingers through her hair and held her still as I stroked her mouth, I was going as deep as she’d been sucking and it was just as good this way. I’ve never been a blow job guy, yeah, I like them, but it isn’t something I need. Once I’m rock hard all I want is a warm wet pussy wrapped around my dick. She obviously had the same idea because she let go with a loud POP. Standing she put her arms around my neck, lifted herself off the floor and wrapped her legs around my waist.
With one hand under her butt and the other ahold of my dick I pointed it toward the target, she moved her hips a little and we were ready for takeoff. She was moaning softly as the head began to part her labia, she worked my cock a little deeper by wiggling her ass, loosening the grip around my neck allowed her to push down further. I couldn’t believe how wet she was, she raised slightly and then pushed down, she slowly pushed onto me until her pussy was tight to my pelvis. Then she spoke.