Choices, choices; a brother/sister story (closed for Mairu)

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It was late at night when Bill and Ron stumbled into the house, or rather it was early in the morning. They’d gone out drinking after the game, which was their custom, and neither was feeling their best at the moment.

“I still say that triple in the bottom of the fifth was a mistake. That guy missed the bag when he was rounding second, and should have been out…” Ron was saying loudly, continuing the argument they’d had since getting in the car to come home.

“Shh! Fer chrissake, Ron, keep it down! Both of my kids are upstairs asleep, and Steve has to get up early in the morning. And so do you,” Bill said. He was tired, and a still a little drunk, and the bed would feel good, if a little empty. Gloria, his long-suffering wife, knew what weekends were like when Ron and Bill got together and had wisely taken herself off to a friend’s house for the night.

They’d been friends for many years, since before Bill met Gloria even, and both were avid baseball fans. Somewhere along the line they’d decided it would be neat to attend a game at every major league ballpark before they died. Ticket prices being what they were, they decided that they would pick one ballpark to visit together each summer. This year’s game had been not far from Bill’s house, so he had proposed that Ron crash in his spare bedroom and they drive to the park, rather than get a room which was their usual custom. Ron had agreed, and so here they were.

“Your room is the first one on the left,” Bill said, “right across the hall from Sasha’s. Go on up and sleep it off, ya big stupid prick. And be quiet, okay?” They used suck casual insults between them all the time, so Ron was not in the least impressed. “Sure, sure…” he answered, waving vaguely. “Whatever you want, asshole—but the Reds would have won if that umpire wasn’t blind. I’m just sayin’…”

“Oh, just go,” Bill answered wearily.

So Ron went. Up the stairs, trying to be quiet but not succeeding all that well, he found the room and fumbled for the light switch. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he managed to get his shoes and pants off, but decided, “Fuck it," and stretched out on the bedspread in his underwear, not bothering to pull the covers back; it was a warm enough night that he didn’t feel he needed them. He tucked his head into the pillow and drifted off to sleep, thinking about his flight tomorrow back to his home far away, and already planning for next year’s trip and game.

He never noticed that he had neglected to close his door.
 
Sasha was sleeping peacefully until she heard someone come in the house. Upon hearing her dad's friend's, Ron's, voice she kept calm and kept laying down, quietly listening to the two talk. She then heard he was staying over tonight and bit her lip in quiet excitement. This was her chance! For as long as she could remember she had a crush on him, but since he lived so far away, she really never had a chance to do anything about it. Soon she heard him come upstairs and into his room but kept still for a moment. Then once she heard her dad come up and get in his room she got up and silently crept across the hallway to Ron's room, pushing the door almost shut but not completely and then went over beside the bed. For a minute she
just stood there watching him, before getting on the bed, holding herself up by her arms. "Ron, wake up. It's me, Sasha." She whispered quietly but in an excited voice.
 
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Ron, who had been dreaming about fishing, was slow to wake. And when he did, he didn't remember immediately where he was.

There was a whisper somewhere near his left ear. He rolled his head, blearily opened his eyes and tried to focus. "Sasha? What the hell are you doing here? Why are you in my house, and where are your parents? What's going on?"
 
Sasha giggled a little and smiled. "Ron don't you remember? You went out to a baseball game with dad and came back to our house for the night. I don't mean to upset you, it's just that I've had a crush on you and this may be the only time I get to do anything with you. Please can we Ron? Just this once?" Sasha then gave him her puppy dog face, hoping he took it. She knew he probably would, even her parents fell to it. The only one that didn't was her older brother. After a few second Sasha then kissed Ron, not waiting for an answer. She had waited patiently long enough, and wasn't about to wait more as she pushed her hands under his shirt.
 
"What? Wait..." Ron was rapidly coming back to reality. He wanted to say, "No, wait--we can't..." but the feel of her lips on his and her hands under his shirt on his bare chest throttled the words before they could be born. Involuntarily he kissed her back, his hands wrapping around her back, drawing her in.

He was just drunk enough, still, and horny enough--why did that bar girl have to be so hot?--that his little head took over. And the big head abdicated, throwing up its hands and saying, "Oh, what the fuck..."

He mashed his mouth on hers, running his hands up and down her pajama-clad back, finding the edge of the top and starting to shimmy it up. Then a sudden alarming thought occurred:

Pulling back suddenly, he looked her full in the face. "Uh, are you on birth control of some kind? "Cause if I somehow knock you up, your dad will kill me. Literally."
 
Sasha was filled with happiness when Ron started to kiss back. Yes! Oh this was wonderful, and then when he put his arms around her... perfect bliss. She felt like the happiest girl alive and kept kissing, with renewed eagerness, her happiness fuelling the kiss as she ran her hands all over his chest, feeling the strength of his muscles under his skin.

Sasha delighted when he pushed his lips against hers harder, ohhh yesss, was all she could think at that moment. Then his hands found the edge of her shirt and she was going to help before he pulled back and she felt a little sad. Then he asked about birth control. "Of course silly. I made sure I was on it as earliest as possible because I never knew when a chance would present itself." It had been one of the times she had used her puppy dog face on her parents. Then as to not let Ron think about it anymore she slid one hand down and slid it under his underwear, stroking his cock directly.
 
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He nearly jumped out of his skin when her cool hand found his rapidly-hardening tool. Jesus! Back in his day it had taken quite a while to convince a girl to even touch it, and here she was grabbing it like the brass ring on the merry-go-round! Things had certainly changed... But oh, it felt good, so good...

He continued skinning her top up until he could get it over her head and off--she had to take her hand off his dick so he could do it, which he regretted, but she went right back to it, which was good--and freed her nice-sized tits to the air. Oh, and they were such beautiful tits, too. He'd noticed them on more than one occasion in the last few years whenever he'd seen her, and he ached now to taste them, and lick them, and suck on those hard little nipples.

So that's what he did, as she continued to stroke and fondle him. He licked. He circled the areolas with his tongue, making them spring up with little goose-bumps and causing the nipples to stick up like pencil erasers. He sucked one hard button into his mouth and squeezed it with his lips, then the other one, then back to the first, all the while kneading and squeezing the marvelously pliant flesh on which they were mounted. Every now and then he'd nip one just a little. Some women liked that, some didn't, so he didn't bite until he was sure she did.

Another thought occurred to him, one he wouldn't hesitate to ask of an older woman, but he had no idea how experienced she might be in such things. "Have you ever, uh..." he fumbled, not sure how to ask. "Have you uh, ever, uh, sucked a cock before?"
 
Sasha grinned at Ron's reaction to her touching him and began to stroke up and down his length. She let him continue to get her shirt up before sadly she had to take her hand off him to get it off her head. Once it was off she went straight back to stroking his cock, loving the heat and hardness in her hand. She then let out a surprised moan as he began to give attention to her moan but put a hand over her mouth, remembering that she had to keep quiet, even if she didn't want to. All the while he did this she never stopped her stroking of his cock but did so slowly, this being the first time she did anything like this.

Then he asked out of nowhere is she had ever sucked a cock before. "Nope but I have seen how it's done and have a pretty good idea of what to do." With that she began taking his underwear off him and once done she slid down and keeping a hand on his cock she began to slowly lick at it at first before pulling her lips beack over her teeth and letting the head of his cock go in her mouth.
 
She was good, for an amateur. "A little slower, cupcake, and a little more pressure. Bob up and down...yeah, just like that. Pretend it's a popsicle...a melting popsicle..."

She learned quickly, and soon she was doing it just like he liked it, dragging her lips across the ridge of the head as she pulled off, then opening wide to engulf his hot length in her warm, wet mouth, then clamping a sucking hard on the upstroke again.

He could feel himself getting closer to cumming, and much as he wanted to fill her mouth and throat with baby-batter, he didn't want to startle her or take her out of the moment and her obvious enjoyment of what she was doing. So soon he put his hands on both sides of her head and drew her off. "That's enough, baby...otherwise this will be over sooner than either of us wants..."

He drew her up beside him, flipping her over on her back, then moved down her body until his head was between her legs. Hooking his fingers around the waistband of her panties, he pulled them quickly down over her thighs and calves and off. The he settled down on his elbows, facing her. "Just sit back and relax, sweetheart; I'm gonna take you for a ride..."
 
Sasha listened to the instructions from Ron as she continued on and adjusted accordingly. Soon she was doing, at least what she thought, was a good job and, enjoying it immensely. All too soon though Ron was pulling her off but she agreed about what he said. She wanted this to last as long as possible.

Then he flipped her over and onto her back and she smiled. He then quickly went down and took her panties off and she took a deep breath, only a little nervous. This was her first time and she had heard it hurts a little at first but she also heard that it quickly fades so she relaxed and just watched him with eager and happy eyes.
 
Ron lowered his mouth towards her trimmed bush, and gave it a tentative little lick. Then he ran his tongue around her mound, into the creases on either side, down and back up, gradually working his way inward until the tip was running back and forth along the channel between her inner and outer lips, finally sticking it into her wet tunnel at the bottom and licking slowly up all the way to the tip, where her little pink bliss-button lived. He lovingly circled it with just the tip, using it to push back the hood, then lapped and licked across that joy-switch, up and down, side to side.

All the while he was watching her face, and suddenly realized she'd never had her pussy eaten before. This was a rare opportunity then, to introduce a young woman to the joys of oral sex...

He paid attention to her body and her face, watching to see what she liked, repeating what seemed to give her pleasure, abandoning those things to which she seemed indifferent. At one point he raised his pussy-smeared face to ask, "Do you like this? I like it a lot." Which he really did. And besides, it gave his poor overheated cock a chance to calm down, preparatory for the Big Event.
 
Sasha was a little nervous as Ron put his mouth to her pussy, but that soon faded and she closed her eyes, enjoying the new sensations. Then when he touched her clit, she gasped, a wave of warmth and pleasure coursing through her, leaving no part of her untouched but centering mostly on what his tongue was touching. "Ohhhh, mmmm" Sasha didn't know what to think or do, and clutched the bedsheets as he kept going at whatever it was and then he lifted his head and she almost whined. "Yes I really like it, especially when you lick my clit, it's very good. I never knew it could feel that way."
 
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Ron grinned, lowered his face, and resumed licking and sucking...

A thought occurred to him: Could she be a virgin? He hardly credited it, in this day and age, but anything is possible. To check, and to enhance her pleasure, he slid one finger into her warm, wet tunnel, and encountered...nothing. No hymen in evidence. Emboldened, he added a second finger and began running them in and out slowly. He didn't go deep, he didn't need to--he knew that the majority of nerve endings in the vagina were concentrated within the first inch, and that's where he concentrated, too.

It didn't signify that she was sexually active, of course; girls lose their cherries in all sorts of ways, usually through some strenuous exercise or other. But it did mean there would be no pain associated with what he intended to do, and (more importantly) no telltale blood to give mute evidence in the morning of tonight's activities.

But the moaning had to be dealt with. He reached over and grabbed one of the pillows and held it out to her. "Here, put this over your face. We don't want to wake up the house, do we?"
 
Sasha smiled as he went back to licking and sucking and she breathed deeply, closing her eyes again. Then he slid a finger into her and she bucked a little, moaning out again. "Yesssss." Then, only after a few seconds, he slid another finger in and Sasha clenched her pussy around his fingers, having learned how to do that quickly after she started masturbating. As he concentrated on her pussy Sasha quivered , moving a bit and moaning. Soon though Ron grabbed a pillow and handed it to her. Sasha blushed as he did but put it over her face, doing very well in muffling her moans.
 
Steve stood outside in the hallway, watching avidly, his eye glued to the cracked door. His little sister Sasha was having her pussy eaten by Uncle Ron, and enjoying the hell out of it by all appearances.

Ron wasn't really their uncle, but they'd always called him that. He was just Dad's best friend. Now that he was 23 Steve recognized that Ron was a horndog, and liked to chase the skirts. But Steve had never imagined that would extend to his own sister...

How had this started? How had they ever gotten together? He didn't know if it was Ron's idea, or Sasha's. He knew she'd been fascinated with sex ever since she hit puberty, and she hadn't been shy about asking Steve questions; they'd always been very close. And she had always been fond of Ron, but still...

Steve couldn't tear himself away from the sight of his sexy sister bucking and moaning as Ron licked and sucked. For a while now, Steve had been having...feelings about Sasha, feelings he didn't think he should be having, but which he couldn't seem to get rid of. And to watch her "getting busy" with someone else--it was both terribly arousing and terribly painful. He couldn't help but put himself there where Ron was, giving his little sister pleasure.

He knew his dad was passed out--Bill always crashed after a night of drinking, and it would take a bomb going off to wake him. So he wasn't worried about getting caught our here, spying.

He stuck his hand into his shorts and first played with his hardening cock, then took it out into the open air and began stroking it, all the while watching his sister being eaten by another man...
 
Sasha was enjoying what Ron was doing so much that it only took a few minutes for her to feel her body tighten and then release. As she came she bit down on the pillow to muffle her moans as she jerked, her hips bucking as pleasure filled her whole being.

After she calmed down she threw the pillow to the side and sat up. "That was wonderful Ron, but I think you know that wasn't enough. I want you to fuck me Ron." Sasha said it in a very determined voice, not going to leave until he had fucked her long and hard.
 
Ron raised himself up on his elbows. He was glad she'd cum, because he was nervous and wanted to move on--after all, he was here under his friend's roof, having sex with his friend's daughter with his friend asleep just down the hall. Who wouldn't be nervous?

"That's just what I intend to do, cupcake," he grinned, and crawled the length of her body up between her outstretched thighs. God, but she had gorgeous tits...he stopped along the way to suckle at each hard, puckered nipple, then finally reached his position.

Grabbing his cock in one hand, he ran it up and down between her pussy lips to get the head lubricated, then positioned himself at her entrance. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" he asked just before he pushed forward into her.

Oh, sweet Jesus, he'd forgotten how tight a young twat could be. It was like pushing into a very tight tube, with the walls fighting the invasion every inch of the way. He pulled out and pushed in again; it was easier this time, and he got deeper. One last pull-out, push-in, and he was seated all the way, his balls against her taint.

"Oh, God have mercy..." he muttered as he began to thrust, slowly at first until her walls had adjusted to him, then faster as her insides loosened up a little.
 
Sasha watched Ron, very excited and layed back down. She gently bit her lip as he suckled her nipples. She had waited for this moment for so long and now it was finally here. As he asked her if she was ready she nodded and then he pushed in and she grabbed the pillow again to muffle her moans. She felt so full and good, it felt better then she had even imagined. She was glad he took it slow until her pussy began to adjust and then he sped up and she was in heaven and moved against him, increasing her pleasure.
 
Ron was pumping hard and fast, now, wallowing in the delicious sensations emanating from his cock inside her hot, tight, wet canal. His orgasm was rising fast, spurred on by her obvious enthusiastic participation, her tight grip on his forearms and her bucking motion to meet his thrusts.

Suddenly he was cumming, and with one last deep thrust he held it in, spurting jets of thick, creamy, white jism all over the inside of her beautiful little cunt. "Ooomph!" was all he could manage as he rode the wave to its peak and over.

When he was spent, he collapsed heaving onto her chest, smooshing those gorgeous tits. After a minute he raised his head and kissed her. "Baby, that was amazing...but you need to go, now, before somebody wakes up and finds us." Now that his lust was past, he was nervous again. He knew Bill was out cold and would be until morning, but he was thinking now of Steve, and Sasha's earlier moaning. Had she been loud enough to wake her brother? Better not to wait to find out.
 
Sasha smiled as he came and did the same, basking in the afterglow. Then nods to Ron and puts on her clothes before walking out and freezing when she sees her brother, shutting the door before Ron finds out, Sasha's heart hammering and her eyes wide. After getting over her initial shock Sasha silently runs to her room and closes and locks her door, freaking out but also needing time to process.
 
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Steve watched all the way through Ron's cumming inside his sister--inside her! She wasn't worried about getting pregnant?--and a little longer, lost in his own lust-soaked vision of her and himself doing those things.

He panicked a little when he realized suddenly that he had almost waited too long. Sasha was back in her night clothes and walking towards the door when he came to himself and quickly darted down the hall to his own room. He was just opening his door when Sasha emerged into the hall, and didn't hear her as he ducked inside. Closing his door, he flopped on his bed and dug out his own throbbing, aching rod, stroking it like mad to finally release all of his pent-up tension.

His thoughts were all about Sasha, her sweet smile, her curvy form. She filled his mind and blanked out all else as his climax arrived and spurts of semen began squirting from the end of his cock. Sasha...Sasha...Sasha...
 
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Sasha just layed in bed for a few minutes before falling asleep, putting off worrying about her brother till tomorrow.

The next morning Sasha woke up, knowing her brother had probably already left and got dressed, going to the kitchen to fix herself something to eat, happy actually that her dream had come true. With a smile on her face she cooked and ate her breakfast and then did her chores as usual before heading upstairs and studying some stuff and thinking how she was going to approach her brother about last night. She didn't want to tell him if he didn't know so Sasha decided to just leave it, not wanting it to turn into a big mess.
 
Steve was up early and off to work the next morning. As he passed Sasha's door, he thought about last night and flushed in embarrassment. In the cold light of day the thoughts he'd had about his own sister troubled and shamed him...

Downstairs his dad was saying good-bye to Ron, who was catching an early flight. Steve had a hard time looking Ron in the face, knowing what he knew about the night's episode, but he managed a "good-bye" without raising any suspicions.

When he got home that night, he was in a quandary as to what to do about Sasha. Should he mention that he'd seen her and Ron? Should he not? How could he act normal around her anymore, knowing what he knew and feeling as he did? He decided he'd try to be as normal as possible, as if he knew nothing. It would probably be best if it all went away to be forgotten, in the past.

He walked through the kitchen door to see Sasha sitting at the table, reading. "Hi," he said, and casually walked to the refrigerator to get something to eat. "Did you sleep well? I thought I heard noises, but that could have been dad."

D'oh! Why did he say that? Stupid, stupid, stupid!
 
Sasha was reading by the time Steve came in and what he said wasn't much of a surprise as she had been thinking about what to say in different situations. "Yeah Uncle Ron and Dad came home last night and Ron was being loud. That's probably what you heard and except for that I slept well. How about you?" Sasha smiled although she kind of just wanted to run away on the inside but knew she was and never would be able to run away from him. It was part of the reason she was afraid, because she liked his authority. It was wrong to have the feeling she did when he pushed her into a corner, gently but still with authority. Soon Sasha snapped herself out of her thoughts, wondering how much had shown on her face, knowing she was usually an open book when it came to facial expressions.
 
Steve looked at Sasha. "Uh-huh," he said, noncommittally. Something was going on there; he could sense it.

He sat at the table with his drink, and looked at her. "Didn't sound like Ron," he said simply. "Or, at least not just Ron...I know what dad and Ron sound like when they come home half-soused, and it didn't sound like that. At all." He continued to simply look at her, waiting...
 
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