“What are you doing, Amy?”
“Shh. I want to check something out.”
I drove slowly to the back of the building, driving through the grass growing out of the crumbling concrete. I realized how foolhardy this was; it was the last place I wanted to have a flat tire. When I was fully in the back, I stopped and asked, “Do you think anyone can see us back here?”
“Doesn’t seem like it.”
I opened the door and said, “Okay. Jump out and come around.”
He walked around the back of the car and when he got to my side, I was standing there bottomless, my shorts and panties hanging from the rear-view mirror. He grinned as he stepped out of his pants. I jumped up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, kissing him. He backed me into the side of the dilapidated building and kissed back, while he waited to get erect — which didn’t take long. In those few seconds he shifted his grip, hooking his forearms under my thighs my thighs, spreading me even wider.
“Get that thing in me.” I ordered. “Fuck your slut sister.”
“You want fucked, you little slut? Then let’s fuck.”
Without warning, he dropped me onto his dick. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, not ready to be stretched that wide, that quickly. But, oh, my! When he started pounding me I went from zero to sixty in about five seconds.
It was so naughty, fucking him like this, outdoors, in public (such as it was), pinned to the side of a building, rutting. Last night had been beautiful and loving; this was just fucking. I had to admit that I liked this, too, and I loved him for playing his role.
“Fuck me, Peter. Fuck your slut sister.”
I felt an orgasm building and building. It should have exploded by now but it just kept building.
“I’ll fuck you, you filthy slut. Give me that pussy. Cum on my big, horny dick.”
I came like a rocket. I was 30 seconds into it when I felt him cumming, too.
When he’d drained himself, I expected him to put me down but, no! My brother is strong and, before I realized what was happening, he’d raised his arms above his head and placed them high on the wall. I was now sitting on his biceps, my pussy was jammed into his face, his thrashing tongue was tormenting my clit. The cum was enormous as I seemingly hung in the air. The only thing I could grip was his head and gripping it shoved him harder into me. I came and came and came, not caring if I ever made it off that wall.
Eventually I tired and I realized he must be exhausted. I tapped him on the head and asked for down. He slowly lowered me, my thighs sliding down his biceps to his elbows to his hands. I was still shaking when he gently lowered me, upright, to the ground.
We both leaned against the wall. I joked, “Thank you for fucking your slut sister, Honey.”
He smiled broadly and laughed. “Thank you for being such a slut, Sweetheart! That was fun!”
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We got to Niagara Falls and found a room with a view of the Falls. It wasn’t cheap but Mom and Dad were paying and we knew they wouldn’t might too much. I was just coming out of the shower when Peter stood in front of me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and said “I’d like to take you on a date. A REAL date. Wanna?”
I hugged him. “There’s nothing I’d like more.”
We did a few errands. I had had another evil idea and went out to find a pharmacy while he checked emails and texted our parents to let them know where we were. We got directions to a nice steakhouse in town with live music and a great menu. We had a really nice meal — I had Duck Confit, Peter had Tuscan Chicken and we shared a chocolate cake for two. And, once again, we were offered a wine list and took advantage with a nice Chardonnay. We talked about school, swimming, the trip, normal things; Peter was attentive and charming — a lovely date. We carried out the remaining half bottle of Zin that we’d ordered to go with dessert which we stored in the room then we walked down to the Falls. It was beautiful at night, all lit up with colored lights. Standing there, at the head of the falls, Peter wrapped me in his arms, spooning me, as we watched one of the great wonders of the world.
We got back to the room at 11:30. We left our pajamas in the suitcase and cuddled naked on the bed, sipping the rest of our wine, watching water pour over the cliff. We talked once in a while but, mostly, we were content to be there together. As I swallowed the last sip of wine, Peter took my glass, put it on the nightstand and turned off the light. He kissed me, thanked me for a lovely evening, and cuddled me while we fell asleep.
If this had been a test — which it wasn’t — he’d have passed with flying colors. I wasn’t just his fuck toy; he truly loved me like I loved him.
Day 5: Niagara Falls to Ithica
She got up at 6 AM to use the toilet and when she came back I was laying in bed with the usual morning erection. She pulled the covers off and said, “Come on, Honey. Let’s have some fun; let’s play! I want to be on top.”
She straddled me in the 69 position and took my dick into her mouth. I was staring at that delicious slit but couldn’t reach it; our height difference was too great. I pulled her back a little and gave her a lick but she couldn’t stay on my dick. After a few minutes of pulling ourselves on and off each other we were both laughing at the stupidity of 69. “Well THAT’S over-rated!”, she said.
She spun around to kiss me, stroking me with her right hand as I began rubbing her clit with my left. It felt good for both but not great for either. Each of us was concentrating so hard on pleasing the other that we couldn’t enjoy the pleasure the other was trying to give. After another few minutes, I said, “This isn’t working. Lay back. Enjoy.”
She put her head on the pillow and spread her legs a bit. We kissed as my fingers spread her labia and rotated on the tip of her clit. She finally began to respond as we’d both hoped. I dipped down to collect some lube from her vagina, then back to the clit, rubbing in quick circles, pressing firmly, rolling her clit up, down, side to side.
“It’s better this way. Yes, like that!”
I ran my fingers along the length of her clit, from tip to hole to tip and lined up a few fingers along her and rolled her back and forth, then in circles again, trying to find the thing that would set her off. She was starting to moan and I knew she’d get there but she was more orgasmic than this; I was doing it wrong somehow. I kept trying. High, low, fast, slow. She was slippery with her own lube and my fingers glided easily but they weren’t making her cum.
I lowered my head and sucked a nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, pinching it with my lips. She clearly liked that but no big response.
I slid down between her legs and glued my mouth to her beautiful cunt. I licked the length of her and started flicking the tip. She cried out “Oh, yes! Oh, yes. That’s amazing. Just like that. Oh, my God!”
I thought to myself “Wasn’t I just doing that with my finger?” but I decided to forget about that for a few minutes. I kept flicking and slid a finger into her, finding and rubbing her G-spot.