Hurry Up!

byChris7sw©

"Chris, for heaven's sake, hurry up! How many times have I got to tell you? You're going to be late again!" Mum would yell from somewhere downstairs, "Come on, get a move on, you'll miss the bus if you're not careful!"

"Yeah alright Mum, I'll be there; I'll make it," I'd shout back as I hurriedly gathered all my bits and pieces together.

And then my sister Sharon might join in too - and that really made me hurry up. No way did I want to get on the wrong side of her!

Mum was always yelling at me back then and if it wasn't her then it was my sister - thank heavens that Dad kept out of it; I guess he was just too busy to worry about little me.

I was always running late in those days; always the one who had to be chivvied out the door; always the last one to leave the room; always the one who had to run to get to wherever it was I should have been two minutes earlier.

I always knew I was running late because I was an avid clock watcher, always checking my watch to see how many minutes - or even seconds - I had left before I'd be late and yet somehow I was never actually late; seldom if ever did I miss my school bus, or a lesson or a meal. It was always with a narrow squeak that I made it and it seemed that I was always like that; it was part of my psyche or something.

Even once I started work, once school and college was done and dusted, I'd be almost late. Never to the point of actually being late; of incurring the wrath of my boss but always right on the limit. Seldom if ever did I have a document on his desk, a letter in the post or a job completed before time...but somehow I always managed to squeeze my actions into deeds just before anyone complained. It was almost as if I'd made an art of it - and yet it was all very unintentional.

My tardiness, well 'near' tardiness, might have been even considered to be normal had it not been that my sister was the complete opposite. Sharon was the one who'd be standing there tapping her feet impatiently; marching back and forward as she waited for me or joining in to yell at me just like her mother did. She was always the one whose school work was always handed in first; who was always at the head of a queue or who stood there imploring the bus driver to wait for me.

I occasionally found myself wondering if I wasn't late just as a foil for her eagerness but I also felt entirely grateful for her patience, especially so because she'd sometimes get me out of trouble. It would be she who would make excuses for me or even help me to finish my task before the deadline passed - she was brilliantly supportive of me for some reason and despite my callow youthfulness I loved her dearly.

There was something about her that always made my eyes follow her around, even in those years before sex raised its head. She bounced through life so brightly, breathed an air of happiness around her and raised the liveliness of the atmosphere - without even doing anything! Sharon was just one of life's wonders, in my juvenile opinion.

By the time she'd left college and started work she was my dream girl. She was as tall as me; although being five years older than me helped there and just as I was entering puberty so she was moving into a stage of development that turned her from being a beanpole tomboy into a voluptuous young woman. Her breasts were becoming substantial works of art, as was her ass; her attributes being enough to cause me to hold my breath and to stare stupidly whenever she appeared. Already she was fast becoming my fantasy woman as I stroked my growing penis and by the time I'd reached eighteen the only woman in my mind at night was her. Truthfully she was the only woman I knew, apart from Mom of course...and those electronic images on the internet.

To be honest, any man would have swooned over her, such was her allure. Her blond cascade of hair always glowed with sunlight; her bright cheeks and lips spoke of her warmth; her melodious voice awoke happiness in all who heard her and every man lost control of his mind when she was near.

The only downside to her, if you could call it that was this ability to be there when I was late; to chase me along. I'd have been much happier to be left alone but then I'd probably have been bullied by Mom instead...

"Oh come on Chris, please hurry up," she might say imploringly.

"Please don't be late again," she'd sigh as she gathered my bits and pieces for me.

"Don't take all night!" she'd say, her fingers tapping at the doorframe as she waited for me to leave the bathroom.

In a way I'd get exasperated that she pestered me and yet I was also very grateful because she was helpful too.

"Come on, I'll give you a hand," she'd say if it appeared that I was struggling with something.

"Let me help," she'd say as she'd lean over my shoulder.

"I'll do that for you," she'd say as she completed something that I'd almost failed to finish.

She was so helpful as to be a nuisance sometimes but then again it seemed that my body created situations; set up problems for her to solve...just so that I could have her near me!

It was only when I was well into sexual adulthood, when my penis had achieved its full potential, when I spent my evenings wanking, when I was almost twenty that I understood that fact.

Yes; perhaps I did do it on purpose. I certainly enjoyed her presence - she turned me on terribly and that was without her help! She didn't tease me intentionally but she seemed careless when she was near me at home, flashing a bum cheek or two or a breast almost to the nipple or just generally showing a lot of flesh. Or when she helped me she might press her breasts against me, probably unintentionally but terribly erotically.

Whatever, her actions and even just her presence turned me on so much that she became the idol of my wanking; the perfect dream and yet the unachievable goal - the one person who could never figure sexually in my reality.

Truthfully though I had to admit that had I been so lucky as to entice her into a horizontal position with me, I really wouldn't have known what to do with her! While I knew every inch of my penis I knew almost nothing about women's bodies except that they turned me on. Oh I knew the mechanics of the bits; I was an avid reader of both pornographic and more intelligent articles and I'd watched enough porn to know where things went, but the fact of the matter was that I was almost a virgin.

That sounds stupid but what I mean is that I'd had sex with a few girls but it had all been quick stuff - a couple of knee-tremblers and even a blow job but I'd never bedded a girl; hardly ever even got past the chatting-up phase.

Perhaps my intended girlfriends all became sick of me being 'almost' late; perhaps my approach was wrong or perhaps there was some unknown factor. But the fact was that although I took a number of girls out we seldom progressed past the first date and my lack of success began to dwell on me. I started to become morose after each failed date, staying in my room to lie on my bed and stare vacantly at the ceiling, only reluctantly being prised out of my den.

If I'd had my own place then perhaps I'd have roused myself eventually, or perhaps become a complete recluse but being at home was different. If Mom wasn't to hand then Sharon was. Sharon and I could both have moved out since we both had adequate incomes but home was better.

Dad had invested heavily in the house and had extended it several times so we now had loads of space. The house actually comprised the main house and a 'granny annex' - a separate smaller home that had been for Dad's mom to come and live in...before she died rather unexpectedly. So instead of her using it, Sharon and I took over...sharing the amenities and with a bedroom each.

It was more comfy; there were more social interactions between the four of us; there were more 'amenities' for us to use - so why move out?

And it was there that Sharon found me late one Saturday evening, gloomily pondering my latest failure at entertaining some local lass, having had high hopes of breaking my duck; of getting a girl back and into my bed. The particular girl was known to be a bit free and easy and my expectation had been high when I talked her into going out with me that night but it didn't take long for the evening to start to fall apart.

It started when we eventually reached the club - just as they were closing the doors. As we hurried towards the building a swift glance at my watch told me that we had just minutes to go - but their timing was different to mine.

"Sorry mate, you know the rules - if you're not inside by eight then you stay out," said the bouncer at the door, his meaty body firmly backing his words.

"Yeah, but, but it's isn't eight yet, its two minutes to go," I said showing him my watch face.

"Tough; my watch says it's just gone eight and that's what I go by," said the doorman as he displayed his great golden chunky timepiece to me.

Yeah, it was a rule to stop gatecrashers and other interlopers - you arrived on time or not at all and then, when you left, you stayed out.

I just stood there hopelessly until my date pushed past me, sidled up to the bouncer and began sweet-talking him; rubbing her generous tits and lithe body against his arms - and suddenly we were allowed in.

I would have kissed her if I could but she was pushing ahead of me as we made our way to the main arena; then once there we discovered that all the tables were taken and by the time I reached the bar I also found that their promise of a free promotional drink was ended. To add to my chagrin I'd left my cash in the care of my girlfriend-for-the-night so I had to return to her, explain the situation and then return to the bar with some money.

By the time I returned to her again two other guys were chatting her up and she took her drink from me with hardly a glance. We spent the next hour or two just standing there, almost ignoring each other while I fended off other admirers. My chances were crumbling by the hour...

But the evening slowly improved as some more drinks eased the hostilities until finally my girl asked me if I'd dance with her. As usually in those circumstances I hadn't got round to asking her to dance so she'd asked me instead and we'd headed to the dance arena together but then I discovered that the activity was putting pressure on my bladder.

Before we'd even finished the first dance I was desperate to use the toilet and when I returned I found my girl locked in a close number with some other guy - my inability to do the right thing at the right time now bringing almost inevitable results. I stood there morosely while the other guy enjoyed her charms as she swayed her body against his.

Somehow she returned to me eventually and we stayed together for the rest of the evening but there was little or no warmth between us now and when we eventually left the club my date was on her phone and walked several paces ahead of me.

We stood there beside the road as I waited for her to finish her phone call and as I debated my next move. I urgently needed to find a cab to get her back to my place, but guess who had forgotten his phone...so I needed to use hers.

Finally she finished her call but as I turned towards her to ask if I could borrow it suddenly there was a horn beeping and a car pulling up beside us. My girl turned to me instead, blew me a vapid kiss, disappeared into the car and was gone. She'd obviously had enough of me...

"Screwed it mate, haven't you?" said the bouncer with a smirking grin, "Looks like it's gonna be the old five-finger job tonight!"

Yeah - I knew exactly what he meant - I'd have to relieve the pressure all by myself...

I walked home alone, irritated, frustrated and annoyed, lashing out occasionally at passing shadows and hedges and road signs.

"Fuck it!" I exclaimed as I lay there on my bed alone and feeling very pissed off.

My mind wound back the hours to the moment when I'd chatted that girl up; as I remembered my clever phrases, my cocky demeanour and my happy success. She was a bit of hot stuff and I knew that if I played things right then I'd get my end away before the night was out, hardly expecting things to go the way they did.

"Fuck it!" I exclaimed again, my hand smacking my brow in annoyance, "Fuckin' bloody marvellous, I don't think!"

But my cock had other ideas. I might have been pissed off but the message hadn't reached my cock and instead of feeling gloomy it still seemed to harbour plans that involved lots of thrusting and exploding and as a vision of that girl scrolled through my mind; a dream-like vision of her spreadeagled on my bed, my cock jerked in anticipation.

"Fuckin' piss off, you bloody thing!" I exclaimed, irritated at my penis as it throbbed eagerly.

The thought of that girl had set it off, rising and stiffening and there was very little I could do to stop the inevitable. My cock would have to be pacified and if not in the vagina of a girl then in my hand.

Idly as I let my hand fall and caress my bulging trousers I looked around, considering which means I'd use tonight as a stimulant.

Magazines? A DVD? The internet? Or just my mind?

With a suddenly decisive movement I rolled onto my side and opened the bedside locker door to pull out my latest porn magazine and before long it was spread out on the bed as my hand continued to pleasure my hard erection but then an advert caught my eye - an advert for a new porn site. The magazine wasn't old and dog-eared; it was quite recently purchased so I knew that the advert wasn't for a site that opened years ago; it might be worth a look-in.

Quickly I fired up my laptop and then tapped in the address and before long I was registering my free account. Both hands had been occupied on my laptop but now I could once again devote one to massaging my cock, feeling it stiffen once more.

I scanned the new sex site for categories, soon finding what I wanted - videos that mimicked my evening out - but without the crappy ending and soon the video of my choice was running. There on the screen a young and sexy female was on the phone chatting to a guy; then meeting up with him, going to a club and then back to his place for the finale. I could now rerun my evening while imagining that I was that guy; this was going to feel good!

Steadily the plot began to unfold and as it did so I worked my belt loose and slid my zip down and then smoothly slid my hand inside my boxers to enfold my cock.

"Oooohhh yeahhhh!" I moaned to myself as my fingers coiled around my shaft, "Gonna feel so good!"

I squirmed around as I began to push my trousers down...

In my video and my re-enactment I was lost, letting my mind imagine that it was happening to me and I was getting really into it when I heard a low chuckle and there beside me was my sister!

"Wha...! What the...? Fuck off - just fuck off!" I yelled, not because I hated my sister but because I'd been caught red-handed, but Sharon just stood there and ignored my words.

I was all a-flurry, scrambling to hide my magazine, the video on the laptop and evidence of my arousal all at the same time but all I succeeded in doing was to knock the magazine onto the floor; pause the video and catch my boxers in my zip.

"Jesus, you stupid bitch!" I howled, embarrassed anger pouring from me like molten fire, "See what you've done? Why didn't you knock? Why didn't you wait?"

"Have you finished?" asked Sharon calmly, still standing there nonchalantly, "Have you finished shouting?"

"Why shouldn't I shout at you?" I asked, barely in control of my tongue as I struggled to release my boxers, "You had no rights to come charging in like that!"

"I did not 'come charging in' as you say," said Sharon still calmly watching me, "I knocked; you didn't answer. I waited and still you ignored me, so I came in."

"Why - well what the hell do you want anyway?" I asked, my mind distracted as I fought with my zip, "What can't wait until the morning - what's so bloody urgent?"

"Hmmm, I was right then," said Sharon as she moved a few steps closer.

"Right what?" I asked.

"Right that things didn't go right," she said with a smile, "Speaking of right - is it alright if I sit down?"

"If you must," I grumpily agreed and Sharon came and planted herself on the end of the bed.

"Come on, tell me," she said gently, "What happened then?"

I didn't like the way her eyes were still connected to my zip and the chunk of material that was still locked in its teeth that I was still wrestling with so I moved my hand away, leaving the material sticking out like a small tongue.

"What's there to tell," I answered moodily, "Nothing happened - so there."

I leaned back and rested my head on my folded hand...

"I could have told you it was going to be a disaster," said Sharon with a smile, "She was way too fast for you - right out of your league."

"How d'you know that?" I said as I frowned at her but Sharon continued to smile.

"Her reputation went before her," she said gently, "No way was she going to wait for you to catch up - to keep up with her. She's one of those people who expect things to happen; she went out to get laid, I bet."

"So did I," I answered warily, "But I screwed up..."

Sharon chuckled as her hand reached out and rested on my thigh, gently soothing me, rubbing me and I tried to ignore the delicious feelings her hand was creating.

"You're too much of a ditherer; you need to be more self assured, more possessive; more aggressive even," said Sharon, "But you'll never be that; you'll always be the same. You can't change your spots."

"Yeah but if we'd have got there half an hour earlier it probably would have been ok," I answered, knowing inside that she was right.

"But you'd never have made it there that early," said Sharon firmly, her hand rubbing a bit harder, "You'll always be late - that's just you."

I felt my face fall as the truth sank in and managed to look at Sharon, my eyes feeling sad and puppy-like.

"Well what am I supposed to do then?" I asked, "How on earth am I ever going to get laid?"

I actually felt tears in my eyes - I actually felt close to crying - but not in front of my sister although my eyes were so hot that I had to shut them and as I did so I felt Sharon moving on the bed, the mattress dipping closer to me now.

"I don't suppose I can help?" said Sharon, her voice all soft and cool, her fingers now more active, "I wouldn't mind helping out..."

"Uhhh?" I queried, "Like how - what?"

"How about I start by sorting your zip out?" she said, causing my eyebrows to jerk upwards somewhat unexpectedly.

Unbidden her hand slid slowly over my thigh and downwards over my groin and I felt everything inside me tighten up as her hand approached my zip. She let her fingers closer around the tag of boxer material, testing how firmly it was held and then they slid upwards to grasp my zip.

Suddenly I found that I was holding my breath and equally suddenly I realised that my penis was starting to fill out again.

"No - no - get your hand away," I spluttered in panic but all Sharon did was to bring her other hand into play too, seemingly not noticing any penile movement.

"I need two hands to do this," she said and as she spoke she slid that little bit closer to me, bringing one leg up to rest on the bed.

Immediately my eyes moved from her hands to her leg, her long, naked, smooth, tanned, sleek leg that was resting right before me, undraped right up to within inches of her groin.

I felt myself starting to drool and had to suck the dribble in and swallow quickly before swiping my tongue over my lips. Quickly I shook my head and pulled my eyes away, only to let them jerk back to my zip.

Sharon now had both hands busy as she tried to extract the material and she was tugging hard at my trousers - then suddenly there was action! Suddenly the zip gave way; suddenly Sharon's hands were tearing the two halves of my zip apart; suddenly the zip split open.

"Ahhhh!" I gasped, "Oh fuck - no!"

Her actions may have released my boxers from the zip but the zip had now parted entirely and the bulge of my burgeoning erection now protruded where only a tongue had showed before.

I'd have expected Sharon to move away now but instead her hands still clung to the two halves of my unzipped trousers and now a smile was slowly forming on her face.

She looked upwards at me, her smile now broad.

"What have we here?" she asked wickedly, her eyes twinkling at me, "Looks as if you're a bit eager!"

"I don't - I didn't - I'm not..." I spluttered uselessly, "Oh fuck!"

"Hmmmm, I have to admit - you do have a problem," said Sharon, pausing to let her tongue slide over her lips and her eyes to slide over my bulge, "But although what I had in mind might cure it for now it's the overall picture that needs to change, isn't it?"

"You what?" I asked, my mouth uncertain about which words to form, "What are you on about?"

Sharon had suddenly sat more upright and she released my trousers too, leaving me there with my boxers and prominent penis bulge on show.

"We've got to get you to change the way you are," she said, her eyes visibly drawing away from my bulge and then sneaking back again, "All it'll take is a little determination on your part and you'll be right. You need to get your way of life sorted; your lateness has become something of a problem, hasn't it?"

I nodded, my mind now captivated by her thoughts; thoughts that seemed to be so far removed from the sexually charged situation we'd been in moments before.

"It'll be simple enough - all you have to do is to start your planning, let's say, half an hour earlier than you do - for everything I mean," she said, "You know, if you're going to meet a girl then do something like set your watch thirty minutes early - it's as easy as that."

"Uhhh, yeahhhh, guess it would be that simple," I said, my thoughts whirling as I took in that simple trick, "I'd never even thought of that."

Everything stopped as the notion sank in. It was simple enough but it was something I'd never been good at...but now I intended to try, really try.

"Ok - great - I'll do it," I said with determination in my voice, "Starting right now."

"Brilliant! From now onwards just start planning things a bit earlier - stop dithering perhaps; just get on with things instead of getting distracted," Sharon added, "I think that was part of your problem - you're always finding something else that needs doing."

"Mmmm, yeah, guess so," I answered and at that moment my eyes rediscovered Sharon's leg and hung there, sneakily trying to see how far up her leg I could see.

Sharon gently slapped my leg as if to admonish me.

"Just goes to show where your brain is!" said Sharon laughing, "See, you're sex mad aren't you!"

"Can't help it," I gasped, spouting out the only words I could find in my brain, "I'm just normal!"

"Huh - I'll believe that!" said Sharon, "Now come on, we've got that sorted, what's next?"

"Dunno, you've kind of taken me by surprise," I answered as I gradually gathered my senses, "Like a change of direction or something."

"Ah, I thought as much!" said Sharon with a big smile, "Of course, you had sex on your mind didn't you? You were getting ready for a nice leisurely wank when I interrupted you, weren't you?"

Her hand had returned to my thigh now and immediately I felt her touch setting things in motion again, this time even more energetically. The pleasurable sensation of a hand so near to my cock was sending waves of excitement into my core where they gathered once more and returned like ripples to flood into my balls.

"Uhhh!" I grunted as my hips jerked unintentionally, "Get off - get your hand away!"

"Oooh, we are excited, aren't we?" said Sharon, "What happens if..."

Her hand moved slowly up my thigh until she reached my undone trousers, then her hand seemed to slide downwards towards my growing bulge.

"Stop it!" I hissed, feeling things growing strongly down there, "Get away Sharon, please, please don't."

"Do you mean please get away or please don't?" she asked with a wink, "I think you really mean you don't want me to stop, eh?"

"Ooooh fuck - dunno!" I exclaimed, my words hissing from me as her fingers approached my rising cock, "Careful!"

"Careful of what? Careful where I touch you?" asked Sharon as her fingers began to smooth over the material of my boxers right where my cock was stretching them, "Or careful 'cos I'll make something happen?"

"It's too late, it's already happening!" I groaned as I felt my penis straining, "Oooohhh fuckkkkk!"

And then it was too late; Sharon's fingers were curling around my penis, slowly moving up and down, her light touch sending frantic shivers all through me.

"Oh-oh-oh!" I shuddered, "What're you doing Sharon - what on earth are you doing?"

"Just exploring Chris," she said as her fingers tightened slightly, "And I know you were all wound up so I thought I might be able to help."

Sharon's other hand now joined her first set of fingers but this time they gathered the material of my waistband and pulled it away from my cock - then downwards.

"No Sharon, no!" I gasped as my rigid penis sprang into view, "Mustn't - you mustn't! Ohhh - noooo!"

"Why not?" she replied, her hands still moving while ignoring my panic, "You're not the only one who gets all excited you know."

"Uhh?" I gasped as she stimulated my hot flesh, "You're gonna, you're gonna...!"

"Gonna what Chris?" asked Sharon with a huge smile, "Gonna lose it?"

But in those few moments her words and my resolution came back to me. No way was I going to be caught out - it was my turn to be in control of my destiny - my turn to ensure that things happened at my pace. And despite my cock remaining stiff, my rising climax died in seconds.

Spurred into sudden action I found myself grabbing her hand, heaving myself up, twisting us around, shoving Sharon down - and then I was there, astride her hips, my hands pinning her shoulders to the bed!

"Ahhh - what the fuck!" she cried, "What the hell are you up to?"

"You're not going to make me shoot off; I'm getting organised like we said I should," I answered as I leaned over her, "If you're gonna fuck around then I'm going to be the one who decides what happens."

"You're not?" asked Sharon, her voice sounding all surprised and yet soft suddenly, "Oh Chris - really? Oh yes please, yes please!"

Staggered by her eager compliance I experimentally lifted one hand and discovered that Sharon remained where she was so I lifted the other hand too and sat upright on top of her.

"You gonna stay there?" I asked and Sharon nodded with what seemed like eagerness, at which point I was able to absorb the situation.

Sharon remained supine, her lovely breasts rising and falling. Her midriff was exposed as her blouse has risen, revealing some deliciously smooth and tanned flesh. And then as my gaze moved I realised that my trousers were still undone and that my cock still protruded stiffly. For a moment I almost panicked until I remembered that Sharon had been holding me a few moments earlier; that my exposure was really her own fault. My cock jerked energetically as the memory of her hand returned...

"So what do I do now?" I asked, my mind full of wicked ideas.

"Do you want to undo my jeans," said Sharon, her hips wriggling between my thighs, "Then push the zip down too."

I breathed a silent "wowwww" as I slowly let my hands fall to her waist where my quivering fingers undid the top of her jeans, found the zip and slowly slid it downwards. An expanse of floral material was now visible, blocking her pubic area from my eager sight.

"That's better," said Sharon, her voice still sultry and low, "Do you want to help me get them off?"

"Oh God, its happening!" I moaned to myself, "Oh fuck - yeahhhh!"

With a quick adjustment I lifted up and with that Sharon's hands came down and began pushing her jeans down over her ass and her hips and as I looked down between my legs there below me were her panties, slung low on her hips and cut high at the sides. A small triangle of diaphanous material pretended to hide her charms - her pussy which I'd only ever seen in quick glimpses and in my dreams.

"Come on, help," asked Sharon as her legs began to wriggle and I lifted up and twisting round I was able to assist her in sliding her legs from their prisons.

And then Sharon's body was still again, resting on the bed beneath my ass. I could see that she was breathing faster now though and her eyes were fixed on my waist causing my own eyes to follow her gaze. My cock was positively glowing with suppressed eagerness but what was more incriminating was that it had leaked and a small pool of clear precum had already formed on the material of her knickers. I felt myself shivering violently before Sharon's hands shocked me and awoke me.

They reached to my own waistband and began tugging at my clothes.

"Come on Chris, get undressed too, please, please," Sharon groaned and as if under her spell I rolled off her, pushed my trousers and my boxers down my legs and off then returned to my perch.

Immediately the heat from her thighs began to scald my buttocks and I inadvertently hissed a cry of shock, reinforced as I let my hands rest on Sharon's slim waist.

"Relax Chris," said Sharon, "That's so much better, but come on, hurry up, hurry up!"

"What's the rush?" I answered, suddenly in more control of my body, "You're not going anywhere are you?"

"No way!" moaned Sharon, "I'm staying right here but I need you, need you right now!"

As if realising that I was in control now I let my hands slide up her torso, pushing her blouse upwards as I did so while all the time watching Sharon's face. She had her eyes closed now as my touch excited her while her hands lifted and began to slide up and down my thighs once more. My own hands found the underside of her bra now and I stopped, concerned about what to do next but Sharon had the answer.

"Let me, hurry up," she said as she moved her hands, pushed herself upright and began to undo her blouse awkwardly, then "Help me," she asked as she grabbed my hand and moved it to her blouse.

My fingers trembled as I undid the buttons with Sharon's fingers doing their best to assist me and a few moments later we were pushing her blouse off her arms.

Sharon remained awkwardly sitting up but now she leaned into my body, her arms reaching around me for support, her warm soft bra-clad breasts pressed against my chest.

"Undo it," she said and I knew what she wanted.

My hands followed her bra strap behind her and in a second or two her bra was undone, held between us by our bodies.

"That's better," said Sharon, her body rubbing against mine while her breaths came and went quickly, "You know what we're going to do, don't you Chris?"

"Have sex?" my trembling voice answered and I saw Sharon smile quickly.

"No," she said, "We're going to make love - that's much nicer than just plain sex!"

"Oh fuck!" I groaned almost in fright, "Really? You mean it?"

"Chris, I need it as much as you do," she said, her hips squirming deliciously beneath me, "I get frustrated too you know! Now come on, let's get undressed properly, come on, please."

She slumped back to the bed and with a quick flick her bra was gone.

"Oh wow!" I said, feeling my penis jerk violently, "Bloody hell - those tits!"

And they were there before me, comfortably spread as she lay supine and yet they still stood proudly above her chest with her small tight nipples all pink and inviting.

Moments later and Sharon's hands were pulling mine until her breasts were cupped in my palms, the hardness of her nipples like peas against my skin. Slowly I moved my fingers, gently pressing into her flesh, feeling the firmness and softness, the smoothness of her skin and the roughness of her areolae, the warmth and the coolness of her breasts. Her body felt incredible, utterly arousing and so, so bloody sexy and all there was between us was the flimsy bit of material called her knickers...but not for long.

"Right - you've had a feel, now forget my tits," snapped Sharon urgently, "Get my knicks off - help me - quick!"

Her hips rose under me as her hands moved, thrusting her knickers down off her hips and her ass. Then behind me her legs squirmed and as I turned to help she flicked her knickers off with one foot, sending them spinning across the room.

In an instant I turned back - and almost cried out in shock!

There, just beneath my steaming erection was her pussy, already visibly damp. Her curly pubes were clearly trimmed away from her slit and her lips looked bright pink and slippery. Her clit stood clear of her lips as if demanding attention - and as I gazed in awe at her pussy it shuddered with a quick series of little thrusts.

"Oooh Chris - hurry up," Sharon groaned, "I can't wait!"

But I just sat there on top of her, almost entirely uncertain about what to do next.

"Oh Chris - get up, move," groaned Sharon once more, "Come on, get up, get off - get between my legs, now, please, please!"

Suddenly comprehending and suddenly all eager and ready I moved, shuffling backwards and then lifting my leg and placing it between her quickly spreading thighs. My second leg soon followed and then I was kneeling there, my cock as hard as it had ever been while Sharon seemed to lift her pussy up towards me, her wet lips splitting open as she did so.

"Come onnnnn!" moaned Sharon, her hips writhing urgently, "Hurry up, for heaven's sake Chris - please get on with it!"

"Oh fuck!" I gasped as the sudden realisation swept over me, "I'm gonna fuck my sister!"

"Well get on and do it!" said Sharon quickly, "I need to feel you inside me!"

Yeah - I'd had sex with several girls but I was hardly what I'd call experienced. I knew where my cock went but I knew nothing of the delicious twists and turns and pleasures of sex - I knew nothing of oral sex for example. About all I knew was that you stuck your cock in, humped it in and out and let loose - end of story, so it was perhaps understandable that I was wary and even frightened. But Sharon knew what she wanted and as I knelt there dithering, her hand came up and grasped my penis, her grip firm and yet soft.

I was shivering with emotion as she pulled me towards her now; as she aimed my cock at her pussy and I found myself adjusting my posture to accommodate her desire. Soon I was almost hovering above her, the tip of my cock just a few inches above her pussy and Sharon let go of me now having guided me almost home.

"Please, put it in me Chris," she breathed softly, "I want you!"

I was panting now, almost as if I'd already fucked her hard. I leaned my body forward further and warily watched as my penis approached its target - there was only another inch or so to go. And then it was in contact; the sudden touch of her sticky warm flesh against mine jerking my body hard; so much so that I lifted away from her.

"Ahhh - come back - please Chris - just do it!" groaned Sharon, "I'm getting bloody desperate down here!"

"Do it Chris!" I gasped to myself, "Don't screw up this time!"

With sudden steel in my cock and my mind I pushed; feeling her lips parting around my knob; feeling the incredible warmth and comfort of her pussy; feeling the slipperiness of her juices as they bathed my penis.

"Yesssss!" she hissed as my penis slid deep into her and then I was there; embedded to the hilt inside my sister.

"Oh wow!" I breathed, awestruck by the intense nature of our actions, "That's wonderful!"

"That's a good start," she answered warmly, sounding a lot more confident than I was, "You feel good - now come on, get working!"

She chuckled at me as she spoke and I felt her pussy clamping down around my cock, squeezing and pulling at it; almost massaging it with her internal muscles.

Almost unintentionally I began to move, perhaps experimentally, just feeling the way her tight little vagina contained me so well. Gradually I came alive again; aware of my surroundings and starting to understand what we were doing.

I was fucking a woman; a woman whose pussy was eager for me and who wanted me - I was in heaven! This wasn't even my sister any longer; this was my woman - my conquest!

I started to move my hips, now steadily sliding my cock in and out of her as I revelled in the sensations that were growing in my penis. My penis seemed to have come alive too and could now register every single bit of pressure she applied; every flutter of her muscles; every pulsation of her vagina around my knob and shaft. I moved a bit faster now as I became used to the pleasure; wanting more and more of her.

"Oh yeahhh, you feel super," I said, feeling my love flowing to her, "Oh God - you're wonderful!"

"Not so bad yourself," she answered, her eyes and mouth both smiling at me, "Don't stop though - keep moving - go faster if you can."

Oh yeah - it was no problem to raise the tempo a bit; to slide in and out faster and further. Almost immediately though, my cock slipped from her hole and slid brusquely up her slit, bringing out a long moan from Sharon.

"Sorry, sorry," I gasped as I relocated her hole and sank back into it, "Didn't mean to!"

"It's alright, calm down," she said, "That felt quite nice - you squashed my clit just then - it felt so hot and wild."

"So are you," I answered, feeling my mouth full of saliva, "Bloody hot - you're fantastic!"

She was too - she felt as if she was boiling hot against me and around me as I pumped into her steadily for some while.

"Oooh yesss," she hissed softly, her body responding to my thrusts, "That's good - that's lovely!"

Then suddenly she made me feel even hotter as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my ass. Immediately I picked up the pace and began to fuck her faster and harder...

"Oooh Chris," her voice came all shuddery and quivering, "Ooooh yesss, oooh yesss, that's better - that's what I need! Keep going Chris, please, please!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure," I grunted as I worked above her; as I felt sweat beginning to form on my brow.

Faster and faster I moved now as pressure built up and as things intensified and as my lungs worked harder. Now too and with each breath I sucked in more and more of the stimulating pheromones that her body was releasing; what seemed to be a warm, exciting, stimulating scent that came from everywhere and which seemed to envelop me. Each breath sent another pulsation down into my groin; another thrust of my cock into her body as I continued to power my way towards my rising finale.

All I could think of right now was just how bloody nice it felt; how exciting her body was and how good her pussy felt around my cock.

Panting hard now I powered on, my hips almost a blur as I slammed into her, almost pile-driving my cock into her body and yet she took it all and seemed to be loving it.

Sharon too had a sheen of sweat on her own face now I noticed but she also had a huge flushed smile in her eyes, even though her mouth was all screwed up. But she looked simply delicious down there as I gazed through my sweat filled eyes.

I shook the drops of sweat away and carried on pumping away, driven now by shudders and impulsive quiverings that were beginning to fill me. My movements were starting to become somewhat erratic now and they weren't helped by Sharon's own movements as she too became more and more aroused.

And then almost suddenly Sharon's arms and legs tightened around me, pulling me to her tightly. Her mouth came up and found mine and suddenly our lips were enmeshed, sliding wetly and hotly together, our tongues immediately exploring each other.

"Oh Chris, don't stop - for fuck's sake don't stop," Sharon gasped into my mouth, "Oh my God - I'm gonna come, I'm gonna cum!!"

And then she was writhing and squirming and gasping under me; pulling me even tighter to her; squeezing my neck and my cock hard, her shuddering body hot against mine, her mouth searching and wet and delicious.

"Yeahhhh - oh yeahhhh!" she groaned, "Ooooh Chris - yesssss, keep going, keep going!"

With all my might I thrust into her and at that moment I realised that I too was about to erupt.

Suddenly I felt my body tighten just like hers had and suddenly I realised that I too had lost control.

And then panting furiously I thrust hard and blew my sperm deep into her; once, twice, three times in quick succession; each eruption accompanied by a sudden tightening of my buttocks and of my muscles generally.

And just as suddenly Sharon was looking up at me with her mouth and eyes wide open.

"Nooooooo!" she moaned, "Noooooo Chris - noooooo!"

"Uhhhhh, uhhhhh!" I grunted as my last shivering salvo left my penis, "What's up?"

"You mustn't - you can't - oh fuck, you did!" she said, her voice trailing away, "Oh bloody hell!"

She slumped under me, her arms and legs falling flat and even her pussy seemed to have let go of me. I lifted up and let my cock slide from her hole, a movement that allowed a small flood of white cum to flow from her, before her lips pulled slowly together.

I knelt upright now and looked down at Sharon who just lay there limply. My cock was in the same condition...

"What's the matter?" I asked, aghast with shock, "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head slowly from side to side.

"No, nothing like that," she said almost sadly, "You just came, didn't you?"

"Well yeah," I answered simply, "What else was I supposed to do?"

"You weren't supposed to cum in me, that's what else," she said, "I thought I'd let you get me off and then I'd ummm...get you off. You know, suck you or wank you off perhaps."

"Yeah but...but I couldn't stop and anyway you didn't help; you were hanging onto me like anything," I said defensively, "And I thought you wanted me to finish."

"But not inside me..." she said, her eyes hard as they locked onto me, "Oh well, it's too late now I guess..."

"So what do I do now," I asked as I climbed off the bed.

"Might as well find your clothes and I'll clear off," said Sharon as she sat up and began shoving a towel between her legs.

"What, just like that?" I said as I picked up my boxers and began to pull them on, but Sharon didn't reply so I continued to get dressed again.

Sharon was cold now; cold mentally, so I kept quiet as she began to dress as well and then she was departing, with a shake of her head.

"Can we do that again?" I asked hopefully but Sharon shook her head more firmly.

"You're bloody joking!" she said harshly, "You've done enough damage!"

And with that she left, quickly and firmly closing my door behind her.

With nothing better to do I threw myself on my bed and lay there, feeling the warmth she'd left behind and the incredible aroma of sex that hung over the bed. I felt my cock begin to swell once more - and then shrink again as the realisation that things had gone wrong yet again sank in.

But what had happened? All I'd done was to fuck her as she'd requested until we'd both enjoyed orgasms and I'd pumped all my spunk into her - oh fuck!

I froze as realisation sank into me. I had, hadn't I? Filled her with my sperm! And she presumably wasn't protected, any more that I'd been.

"Oh God," I groaned to myself...

I didn't see Sharon for a few days thereafter. Somehow she seemed to keep well away from me and succeeded in keeping us apart by leaving the house early; by staying out all day - and by nipping quickly into her bedroom at night.

So I too allowed things to cool and settled into my days of work and my nights of porn and wanking, almost consciously avoiding searching for other girls, except those in the videos.

And so it was that I'd settled down with my trousers off, reclining on my bed with some hot porn on my laptop when the door rattled and flew open again - and there was Sharon. I only just about had time to tuck my erection into my boxers...

I could see the anger in her; both in her eyes and in her posture.

"Guess what?" she said coldly.

I shook my head, not understanding her ire or the question.

"I'm late," she said, "Fuckin' late, aren't I?"

"You're late - it's me who's always late!" I replied, not connecting her comments with anything but my usual habits, "What the hell are you complaining about then?"

Sharon advanced towards me and stood beside the bed, her hands on her hips, her legs apart.

"I am late - my period is late - you've made me pregnant," she spelled out almost one word at a time, "You came too soon, didn't you? So I'm blaming you."

For a second or two my mind gasped as her words sank in finally - before they became lost in the strange silliness of the situation. I laughed, unintentionally - a brief laugh that cut off quickly.

"How can you blame me? You're the one who kept telling me to get a move on - not to be late and now it's you," I said, "Finally I was quick, finally I didn't keep you waiting - so how come I get the blame?"

I rolled over onto my back and looked at the ceiling, ignoring my sister. Inside me however something was stirring - that exciting thrill when you find that your sperm has been successful in its hunt for a target - when you remember the sex and the pleasure. Inside me some muscles began to tighten and my hips jerked and tightened quickly. Moments later and my penis began to inflate again, now creating a tent in my boxers and moments later I heard movement beside me.

I opened my eyes and there was Sharon still - but no longer looking hard and cold. Instead she was throwing off her clothes rapidly, casting her bra to one side and dropping her skirt beneath her, soon stepping out of her knickers.

"Uhhhh?" I asked, finding it hard to comprehend the change in her, "What're you doing?"

"It's your cock!" she said, her eyes locked onto my tent, "I can't resist it - I want it again!"

"But you said I'd done enough damage," I spluttered as I eyed my naked sister.

"Forget I ever said that, I'm coming for another round," she said as she climbed onto the bed, "You're going to fuck me again!"

"Honest?" I gasped with delight, "Really? But - but, you're pregnant?"

"So I can't get pregnant twice, can I?" said Sharon as she pushed me aside and lay on the bed, "Come on, get busy!"

"Wow!" I exclaimed as I quickly climbed over her and knelt between her legs again before suddenly remembering that my boxers were still in place.

I disposed of them in moments and then I was poised above her once more, my already leaking cock rigid and ready.

"Yessss," said Sharon, her face once again happy, "Come on then - fuck me, fuck me hard! And this time I won't care if you take your time - you can take all night if you like!""

There was a warm wet slippery noise as I slid inside and then I looked into Sharon's eyes.

"And you won't rush me?" I asked as I smiled down at her and flexed my penis inside her, "Or tell me to hurry up?"

"Nope - just fuck me!" she said, her pussy squeezing my erection firmly, "I'm all yours. Take as long as you want!"