Little Sister Darcy 9

“I’m coming now.”

My heart raced. I could hear her footsteps upstairs. I was suddenly overwhelmingly, ridiculously nervous. Up until now, everything had been a game. Pictures over a phone. Even when I had seen my sister around the house, it was like a line had been drawn between our sexy play and real life. But now she was coming downstairs. I had asked her to. It was going to be real.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and, as silly as it seems, through a blanket over my naked bottom half. Darcy’s face appeared, peeking around the corner. “Chris?”

She looked even more nervous than I was, but I couldn’t help but think how goofy she looked peeking shyly around the corner. It was as if she didn’t want to fully commit to the situation yet and was getting the lay of the land. But I wanted her to come closer. “Darcy?”

“Can I come in?” she asked.

I laughed. Oh my god, she was still my awkward little sister. Feeling suddenly secure, I waved her over. “Of course. I invited you, didn’t I?”

She appeared fully from the stairs. She was either still bottomless or she had thrown on a pair of her “temptress shorts,” I couldn’t tell from across the room; her long t-shirt flowed over her long enough to cover. She bashfully walked over to the couch – god, she was fucking cute, the thought burst into my head – and sat down further away from me than I would have preferred. “Chris…” she trailed off, seeming to be struggling to find the courage to end her sentence. “Are you still, um…”

“Hard?” I asked. She nodded, visibly blushing and gently biting her bottom lip. Her eyes were glued to the blanket covering my lower half. My eyes darted from her face to the edge of her t-shirt, now resting high up enough on her thigh that I was pretty confident she had nothing on underneath. “Yeah, Darc, I am.”

She just sat there, staring but saying nothing. I swear, she was nearly trembling. She needed me to lead in this, but I was just as nervous as she was. But what are big brothers for? “Darc, do you want to see?”

She nodded, but still didn’t say anything. The way she was nervously biting her lip, I half expected to see blood if I didn’t do something soon. So I removed the blanket, showing my little sister my hard dick for the first time in real life. Her eyes went wide, and she topped biting her lip as her mouth dropped slightly open. Half a gasp, half a whisper: “Chris…”

“Are you wearing anything under that shirt, Darc?” I asked. She shook her head ‘no.’ “Can I see?” I asked.

She lifted her t-shirt, exposing her soft young pussy. My sister’s pussy. My cock twitched at the sight, and I gave it a few slow strokes. Her eyes were locked on my dick. “Is that because of me?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, stroking myself a few more times. “Does that turn you on?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you should touch yourself too, Darc.” Her hand moved down to start, which meant her t-shirt also dropped back, obscuring my vision. “Wait, Darc…” I said. “Take off your shirt.”

She froze, so much so that I had a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach that she was about to change her mind completely and flee. What was this sexy girl (your sister…my mind interrupted) so self conscious about her body?! But she didn’t flee. “Are you going to take yours off?”

In one motion, I ripped my shirt off over my head. Her eyes darted up and down my body three or four times. I wondered what she was thinking – I didn’t have a ripped, muscular body by any means. I was in decent shape, but nothing special. But she obviously thought I was something special. “Chris…” she started. “You’re so…hot.”

I smiled. “Not nearly as hot as you, Darc. Take your shirt off, I want to see you.” Slowly, deliberately, she lifted her shirt off and over her head, exposing her cute little round breasts. “Wow…” I said. “You’re beautiful, Darcy.”

She smiled – maybe the first time since she had come downstairs that a smile had overpowered the nervousness on her face. It was beautiful to see her smile. “You really think so?”

I nodded, starting to stroke my cock again. “So beautiful. And sexy. Your body is amazing, Darc.”

She giggled – it was so good to see her start to relax – “No it’s not.”

I motioned toward my cock with one hand as I continued to pump with the other. “Would I be this hard if you weren’t?” Then, desperately wanting to see her join me, I asked. “Will you touch yourself now?”

She nodded and began gently rubbing her pussy. Her eyes locked on my cock as she made gentle, circular motions around her clit. It occurred to me that I had never really watched a girl masturbate before – my previous girlfriends and I had played, of course, but I had never just sat back and watched. It was a kind of intimacy I wasn’t used to…but if I was going to share it with anyone, why wouldn’t it be my little sister?

“You’re watching me.” she pulled me out of my hypnotic fixation on what was happening between her legs.

“Yeah, Darc. I am.” I looked up into her eyes. “Do you like that?”

“Ummm…” she laughed. “Can you not?”

Disappointment washed over me. “What? Why not?”

“It’s just…it’s hard to, I don’t know how to explain it.” She looked away, off into the corner. Her hand stopped moving between her legs, and again I was worried that this whole scenario was about to fall apart. But then…”Can I move closer to you? Like…can I sit next to you?”

“Of course!” I patted next to me, and she scooted over. Now we were seated side by side. She scooted again, and our thighs were touching. The warm, naked flesh of her thigh pressed against mine.

“That’s better,” she said. “Now I can’t see you watching me.” And then, the motion between her legs resumed. Now the viewing angle was different, I could mostly only see her hand. But I could hear her breathing. I could feel the muscles in her arm move as she played with herself. I could feel her soft hair on my shoulder. The quiet moaning – so quiet I hadn’t heard it from across the couch – now reached my ears. My little sister moaning as she played with herself. Her thigh touching mine. Her hand a foot away from my throbbing dick and she played with herself. I wish she would reach over and grab me – but I refused to let myself ruin this moment by pressing things too far.

I stroked my cock, my pace picking up tempo as Darcy’s breathing quickened. Was she watching me stroke? Surely she was. Was she listening to my breathing get quicker, like I was listening to hers? Was she hoping I would touch her? Was she hoping I would fuck her? Her breathing was getting faster, her fingers were moving faster. My cock was getting harder, and I pictured myself going all the way with this. Pushing her back on the couch, sinking my cock into her pussy. Imagining her face as I filled her up. Imagining Darcy’s face – my sister’s face – as I thrust deep and hard into her. Fuck. Fuck. “Darcy…” I moaned.

“Chris…”

“Darcy…”

“Chris!” she said, practically squealing it this time. “You’re so hard, Chris…”

“Darcy…it’s because of you.”

“Oh my god, Chris.”

“Oh my god, Darcy…”

“I’m going to --- and suddenly cut off, and I knew she was cumming. Her whole body tensed, and she turned and buried her head into my shoulder. Her hot breath on my skin as she tensed and trembled, my sister’s face pressed against me as she orgasmed. It pushed me over the edge. My cock twitched, I pumped, I twitched, I moaned, I leaned into her as she leaned into me, and my cum shot wildly into the air.

And landed on Darcy’s thigh. Thick, sticky globs spattered against her smooth, pale skin. She jerked backwards, pushing off of me in a jarring fashion. She looked down at her leg, then back at me, then back at her leg. My stomach was in my throat. “Did you…” she asked, almost a whisper. Our eyes were locked. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know if I was even capable of speaking. So I nodded.

And suddenly, she was on her feet. “CHRIS, WHAT THE FUCK! YOU CAN’T DO THAT! OH MY GOD!” she was shouting. Oh my god, she was shouting. Our parents were still awake upstairs.

“Darcy, sssh!” I pleaded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

“You can’t do that!!!” she said, quieter but still pretty damn loud. “Oh my GOD!” Shouting again. “Chris!!!”

“Darc, I’m sorry. It was an accident! I swear!”

She threw her shirt on in a flash and was darting for the stairs. “DON’T TALK TO ME!” and suddenly, she was gone. And I was so damn confused.