Tim and his little sister take a bus ride together..
“You’re not going anywhere without me,” Claire declared, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Tim chuckled, his arm draped around her shoulders as they approached the bus stop. The crisp autumn air nipped at their cheeks, the smell of burning leaves floating on the breeze.
“Okay, little squirt, but you’ve got to keep up,” Tim said, his voice a comforting rumble in the quiet suburban street. His 19-year-old frame towered over her, his military haircut and fit physique a stark contrast to her school uniform and book bag.
“I can handle it,” Claire shot back, her voice filled with the confidence of youth. She didn’t miss the way Tim’s eyes lingered on her developing body, the way they danced across her growing breasts and the curve of her hips. It made her feel a strange mix of pride and discomfort.
The bus pulled up with a hiss, the doors opening to swallow them into the warm embrace of the interior. They found seats near the back, the vinyl squeaking under their weight. Tim’s hand rested casually on her thigh, his thumb brushing against her skin. Claire felt her heart race, unsure if it was from the excitement of the day or the electricity of his touch.
As the bus rumbled through the streets, Tim leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, “You’ve really grown up, Claire.” His hot breath sent shivers down her spine. She felt a blush creep up her neck, her eyes darting around the bus to ensure no one was watching. The other passengers were lost in their own worlds, oblivious to the tension building between the siblings.
The bus lurched to a stop, and Tim took the opportunity to slide his hand up her thigh, his fingers grazing the hem of her skirt. Claire gasped, her heart hammering in her chest. She knew she should stop him, but the thrill of his touch was too much to resist. She bit her lip, trying to keep her expression neutral as she felt the pressure of his hand increase.
Tim’s eyes held a mischievous glint as he leaned in closer, his nose brushing against her cheek. “You know I’ve missed you, right?” he murmured, his voice thick with an unspoken desire that sent a warm, tingling sensation through her body. She nodded, her breath shallow and uneven.
The bus ride seemed to stretch on forever, the minutes feeling like hours as Tim’s hand inched further up her thigh. The heat from his touch radiated through her school skirt, making her squirm in her seat. She could feel the fabric of her panties dampening, a traitorous response to the forbidden thrill coursing through her. Claire’s thoughts swirled, a mix of excitement and fear as she wondered just how far her brother would take this.
Her eyes flicked to the window, watching the scenery pass by in a blur as she felt his fingers dance closer to the apex of her legs. She tried to focus on the outside world, the mundane details of the passing houses and shops, but it was no use. The sensation was too intense, too overwhelming.
Tim’s hand grew bolder, his long fingers sliding under her skirt to trace the smooth skin of her inner thigh. He inched closer to her panties, the fabric the only barrier between his touch and her most intimate place. Claire’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and anticipation. She knew she should pull away, that this was wrong, but the thrill of his touch was like a siren’s call, impossible to resist.
His fingers finally reached the soft, damp cotton of her underwear, and without hesitation, he slipped a digit beneath the elastic band. Claire’s body tensed, but she didn’t move, frozen by a strange combination of fear and excitement. She could feel his finger moving through the slickness of her arousal, exploring the uncharted territory of her innocence. Her cheeks burned, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from making a sound that would give them away.
“Do you like that?” Tim whispered, his voice a low rumble in her ear. The question sent a jolt through her, and she nodded slightly, unable to form words. The thrill of the situation had her in its grip, the illicit nature of their interaction heightening her senses. The sound of the bus’s engine and the murmur of the other passengers faded into the background, leaving only the sound of her racing heart and the slickness of his touch.
He began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. His finger moved with the ease of experience, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Claire’s eyes squeezed shut, her fists clenching the seat as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm build within her. The sensation was foreign and overwhelming, and she didn’t know how much longer she could keep it contained.
The bus hit a bump in the road, and Tim took the opportunity to push his finger inside her. She gasped, her eyes flying open in surprise. The feeling was strange, a mix of pleasure tinged with pain that she had never experienced before. His movements grew more insistent, his finger moving in and out in time with the rhythm of the bus.
Her orgasm hit her with a rush, her body convulsing in the seat as she desperately tried to muffle her cries of pleasure. She clamped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock and arousal as she rode out the waves of ecstasy. Tim’s grin grew wider as he watched her, his own desire evident in the tightness of his pants. He leaned in closer, whispering, “You’re so beautiful when you come.”
The bus pulled into the terminal with a jolt, and Tim abruptly removed his hand, giving her thigh a final squeeze before standing up. “We’re here,” he said, his voice deceptively casual. Claire felt a mix of relief and disappointment as he stepped away, leaving her to compose herself. She took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing as she adjusted her skirt and stood on shaky legs.
They exited the bus into the bustling station, the sounds of the city assaulting their senses after the intimate quiet of their shared secret. Claire tried to act normal, but her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire. She glanced up at Tim, his eyes now cool and assessing as he navigated the crowd. What had just happened? Was it a one-time thing?
Tim led her through the station, his hand firmly on the small of her back, guiding her through the throng of people. He had a destination in mind, and she could feel the heat of his stare on her, his hunger growing with each step. They approached the sign for the disabled toilets, and without a word, he opened the door and ushered her inside. The room was small and cramped, the smell of bleach sharp in the air.
He gently pushed her up against the wall, his body pressing into hers. Claire gasped as she felt his hardness pressing against her back, his eyes dark with lust. Without preamble, he hiked up her skirt, exposing her underwear clad behind. He pulled her knickers aside, revealing her tender, untouched flesh to the cool air.
Tim dropped to his knees, his warm breath ghosting over her wetness. She could feel his tongue flick out, tasting her, a groan rumbling from his chest. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he began to kiss her ass cheeks, his stubble scraping against her sensitive skin. The sensation was so new, so overwhelming, that she could barely stand it.
His nose nuzzled between her cheeks, and she felt his tongue trace a wet line from her pussy to her anus. She gasped, her body stiffening in shock. He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through her, and she felt his tongue press against her tight hole. The sensation was wild, and had her toes curling in her shoes. He lapped at her, occasionally pushing the tip of his tongue inside, the feeling so intense it made her knees wobble.
Tim stood up abruptly, his hand reaching for his zipper. He pulled out his cock, hard and eager, and Claire couldn’t help but stare. It was the first time she’d seen one in real life, and it was much bigger than she’d ever imagined. He stepped closer, positioning himself behind her, and she felt the head of his cock nudge against her wetness.
With a gentle push, he entered her, the sensation of being filled so suddenly making her cry out. He began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm as he fucked her from behind. His other hand found its way to her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive nub with a practiced touch. Claire’s body responded instinctively, her hips pushing back against him, eager for more.
Tim’s breath grew ragged as he picked up the pace, his strokes growing deeper and more forceful. She could feel every inch of him, his thickness stretching her in a way that made her melt. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the small space, a primal symphony that seemed to fill the air around them.
With a suddenness that took her breath away, Tim pulled out of her, spun her around, and pushed her onto her knees. He looked into her eyes, his own glazed with desire, and she knew instinctively what he wanted. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth.
Tim’s hand tightened in her hair, guiding her closer to his throbbing member. She could feel the warmth and weight of his cock against her cheek as he began to stroke himself. His movements grew erratic, his breathing ragged, and she knew he was close. With a final grunt, he released his grip, and a hot spurt of cum shot across her face. She closed her eyes, feeling the sticky fluid land on her cheek, her nose, her lips.
“Open your mouth,” he panted, his voice thick with need. She obeyed, her heart racing as she felt the head of his cock touch her tongue. He pushed forward, and she took him in, the taste of him salty and bitter. She sucked tentatively at first, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. His groan of pleasure spurred her on, and she began to bob her head in a rhythm that matched the pulsing of his cock.
Tim’s hand remained in her hair, guiding her movements, setting the pace. His eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze making her feel both powerful and vulnerable. He watched her, his eyes hooded and dark with lust, as she took more and more of him into her mouth.
With a gentle tug, he pulled out of her mouth, a string of cum connecting his cock to her bottom lip. He leaned down, his thumb swiping the remnants from her cheek. Claire watched in a daze as he brought it to her mouth, her heart racing as he pushed it past her lips. She closed her eyes and took his thumb into her mouth, sucking off the salty fluid.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with a satisfaction that sent shivers down her spine. He zipped up his pants and offered her a hand to stand. She took it, her legs wobbly, her panties still around her ankles. He helped her to her feet, his gaze lingering on her exposed pussy, still glistening from their encounter.
“Thanks, sis,” Tim said, his voice gruff with need still. “That’s just what I needed.” He leaned in, brushing a kiss to her forehead, and she felt a strange mix of pride and shame wash over her. It was wrong, she knew, but she couldn’t deny the intense pleasure he had just given her. She managed a small smile, her cheeks still flushed from the orgasm that had shaken her to her core.