Chapter 3: Things get a bit carried away

Catching her breath, calming down a second, Kimber shivered a little as she pulled the cami down over her hips, easily slipping the straps over her arms first. Standing there in just her panties as she picked up the pale lace trimmed babydoll, she shook her head. It was really ... kinda daring ... though, looking at the other nightwear they had bought, except for the white one she had really liked, it might actually be the tamest.

Shrugging, she pulled it on over her head, settling it around her small, but not insignificant bosom, and looked at herself critically. When she moved, the darker circles of her nipples could be easily seen, though, for the most part, they were at least partially covered. Her panties did NOT match at all, and as she slid them off, seeing how sheer the outfit was, she was glad it came with a matching pair of brief, but mostly opaque thong underwear.

The change complete, she looked at herself for another moment, considering, wondering if she was crazy to do this, but still driven by this secret need for approval, and the slight bit of naughty daring that came with showing herself to her brother. She took a deep breath and walked slowly back out into the other room, crossing the floor to stand near, but not too near, pausing, waiting for him to ask her to turn around again. “Is this ok??” she asked, suddenly uncertain and shy, hoping it was, but really needing to hear that it was ok. That she looked ok. That maybe she looked better than ok.

Maeson hadn’t sat back down ... He continued to stand awaiting Kimber, eager to see her in one of the most risqué nighties he had picked out for her. As she came into the room, it was if she was nearly naked; he could easily see the outline of her breasts, Kimber’s flat stomach, and the dark curls beneath the sheer thong she was now wearing, “It’s not just ok,” he told her meaning it intensely, “you look incredible.” In fact, it made him hungry for her, his eyes reflecting his own excitement.

This time though, Maeson didn’t ask Kimber to turn around, nor did he circle her himself. He wanted his sister in some capacity, he was just not sure ‘how’ yet. Ordering her to him was a a start and he was going to take some time to enjoy his sister, “Kiki, come here,” he ordered her, pointing directly in front of him and invoking her childhood name, again, hoping for similar results. He kept his finger pointing to the floor in front of him so she would know exactly where to go.

She watched him standing there, almost devouring her with his eyes, and telling her she looked incredible. It was the most satisfying response she could have hoped for. Nervous, exposed, definitely uncertain, she had never dared be so open, so revealing, but there just seemed to be something about Maeson, or herself perhaps, that made her do things that many would deem improper, or something a ‘good girl’ should not do. At that moment, she could have cared less what good girls did., He said she was incredible!

When he didn’t move, or order her to turn around, she wasn’t sure, maybe he was just saying that she looked nice. But then he ordered her over to him. She thought it was a bit, well, abrupt, but something in his tone seemed to waken something inside of her, and she felt herself beginning to soak her thin panties. This was turning her on so much, she had no idea being looked at could be so powerful! Her nipples felt like little rock hard diamonds, and she was sure they were poking through the lacy cups. She moved forward, almost without realizing that she was obeying him, curious, even eager, to find out what he wanted.

She moved close to him, very close as he kept pointing to a spot right in front of him, giving her a little look when she had stopped a foot or so away. As she took the last half step forward, she could almost feel the heat coming from him, she felt so close.

He reached out for her, pulling his little sister against him firmly. His hands slid around Kimber, down her back, but instead of just tracing the edge of her bottom, he grabbed her ass and pulled her pelvis into his erection. Maeson had one hand brazenly on each cheek of her ass and he squeezed them using them to bring her even closer to him, almost grinding her to him. “This is how incredible you look,” he told her his voice dropping to a husky sex charged tone as he stared down at her, into her eyes, “this is what you do to me sis.”

Then he let go with one hand, but still using the other to hold onto her ass. Her skin felt cool to him, a reminder that they were still in the basement in his bedroom with the bed directly behind them, but the cool temperature still made him that much more turned on. With his free hand, he reached for Kimber’s chin, tipping her head up to his face, leaned down and kissed her hungrily. This time, unlike last night, Maeson poured his lust into the kiss, saying with his lips and tongue how much taboo desire he had for his little sister.

She had stood there only a moment, before Maeson’s hands were running down her back, holding her, then pulling her hard against him. Hard against his ... hardness. She knew she was wet, so wet that it scared her a bit, and when he pulled her tight, she was sure he would be able to tell, and she was a bit mortified.

But, as he tilted her head, and claimed her mouth with his, she was lost. This was unlike anything she had ever hoped to feel before. Whether it was because it was Maeson and taboo, or because he was just so good, the intensity with which he was claiming her mouth sent her body into another rushing swoon. If she thought she was quivering with ripeness before, she was sure that she was doubly so now.

He said she was incredible, and his ... hardness ... was due to that, and she was heady with the discovery of such a powerful ability, though completely lost, and captured in his large arms. His hard was firmly on her practically bare behind. Keeping her close. Keeping his thickness pressed incessantly against her.

Pausing between kisses, she mumbled, “Oh, god ... oh ... shuuugggg” as she kissed him again, her mind almost going blank as she swirled under the intense pleasure. As they finally broke for another moment, she almost giggled as she commented, looking down shyly, “I guess you do like it ... good thing ... you BOUGHT it!”

Still unsure, this was such new territory for her. Kimber did little but stay close, running her arms slowly around his back, holding onto the back of his shoulders as he held her, pulling her close, their faces still near.

“Well, if I didn’t like the nightie, I still would have it bad for you,” Maeson growled before he pulled Kimber into another short hungry kiss. Stepping backwards, he sat on the bed pulling Kimber with him, into his lap, back in contact with his erection so it was now squarely beneath her. For the moment, Kimber’s was his and he intended to sip from her like he would a fine wine.

With her now sitting on his lap, one arm was around her waist holding her to his chest as his newly freed hand gripped her thigh. She felt so small and hot in his hands, “You realize, I don’t think you’ve thanked your brother properly for taking you shopping Kiki,” he informed her. He was teasing her sort of, but it was also his way of also putting his mark down on what Maeson was quickly coming to think of as his territory. Running his fingers lightly up and down Kimber’s naked thigh, he crept further inward, further towards the sheer panties covering her sex. “You do like them, don’t you?” he asked having no doubt that she did, but it was a game of teasing. “In fact, I think this deserves a new rule, a rule of gratitude. When your brother does something nice for you, you should do something to thank him.”

Flowing back onto the bed with him, now astride him, Kimber was caught up in the powerful feelings of the moment. ‘Ohmygod, that’s his... penis pressing into me!’

As he spoke, teasing her, praising her, keeping her off center a bit, she nodded, realizing that she had probably not said thank you. “Thank you...” she began to say, stopping when he kept on talking, his hands now moving in very, very, interesting ways along her sensitive thighs.

“Oh ... yes, I should ... it’s only right ... a good rule...” she said slowly, pushing back against his hardness. Thinking hard, she was pretty sure he did not want words, and with her body on fire, and his thankfully still covered, she was tempted, very tempted.

“How can I thank you ... oh Maeson dear...” she said overly sweetly, before lowering her tone, and saying a bit huskier, “Maybe, like this... ?” she asked, pressing her hips more firmly back against his, and obviously rocking her hips against his shaft, running her butt up and down it just a few inches.

Gasping a bit at her own audacity, she looked down at his hands, on her thighs, almost framing her privates, and continued.

“Or ... um ... maybe...” she said, slowly lifting the hem of the nightie, up, up, up above the line of her panties, their dampness now easily visible to her, her bottom completely exposed except for the thin fabric.

Having Kimber grind on his cock, he couldn’t help but think it was a good thing he had kept his proverbial pants on. He could feel her firm young bottom shifting on his cock, exciting him. Her own excitement and arousal was heady and made him growl. If they didn’t have that bare barrier, he was sure that Kimber would have ended up face down and ass up on his bed for sure.

“A present, for me?” he said asked his voice husky as her panties were revealed. Slowly, not rushing, he drew lines with his finger right up to her sex, then he traced the edges of Kimber’s panties. Up and down just barely dancing along the edge, “Are you wet for me little sister?” He couldn’t help but add the little sister, it was the taboo that pushed all of this beyond the beyond. “Are you giving me this wet little pussy as a thank you?”

Maeson looked into Kimber’s eyes as he slid his finger over the thin panties for the first time gently massaging her wet quim. He only teased her for a short while though before he cupped her sex his strong fingers making a slow circle as the palm of his hand pressed against Kimber’s sex both fingers and palm grinding slowly, “You realize I might not give it back,” he advised her and for the moment he meant it.

God, it felt good, engorged with arousal, wet with her own excitement, his fingers stroking the panties slick now just at the entrance, but still observing the barrier.

Breathing hard, Kimber held that sheer babydoll up, bravely, daringly, lewdly letting herself be seen, only a thin, almost completely sheer bit of fabric hiding her most secret place. Why she felt so compelled to do this with her brother was lost on her. One thing had seemed to lead to another, his words seeming so intense, or his actions, something, kept pulling her onwards, her body aroused to a level she could not quite understand until now. She was quivering on the edge of something that threatened to overwhelm her and all she could do was hold her nightie high, and wait.

She was rewarded.

As his hands slowly traced their way around and along her panties, his fingertips tracing every inch, every edge, she felt herself getting even wetter, if that was possible. And when his words teased her, asking her if she was wet ... for him ... she had to nod. “Gawd ... yessssss ... I don’t know why ... but yesssss...”

As his hand covered the fabric, and for the first time began to touch at the secrets beneath it, she truly was giving it to him. If he wanted to see it, or to touch it, she was thanking him. “Yes, If you want ... I will...” she answered his question, letting him know it was okay, even if she was still quavering and uncertain.

She felt his hand, now cupping her, holding her softest part in the full of his hand, and she knew that she was making his hand wet with her juices, soaked through the thin panties. It was all so good, so intense, she could not help but press against his hand, releasing a low moan of frustratingly unsure desire.

Moving her hips back and forth, ever so slightly, she moved against his hand, feeling the pressure, feeling her lips open, and even more wetness stain her panties. Gasping, she cried out as she felt the heel of his hand pressing against her swollen little nub.

Maeson continued his ministrations. His palm providing a surface for Kimber to grind against. His fingers tickled her swollen pussy through the sheer fabric. His middle finger made slow circles through her panties teasing at her wet opening. The one that was opening for him. Throughout the entire thing he watched her, his eyes intense and sexually supercharged as he focused on Kimber writhing in pleasure on his hand alone.

He had his little sister rutting against his hand like a bitch in heat, and it felt awesome.

“What do you want?” Maeson asked Kimber, taking a moment to push his finger deliberately into her opening wet hole. Long ago Maeson had learned that he was addicted to control. He craved it as much as he did a release. Craved it as much as making his partner orgasm. To take Kimber from cute little sister to a gyrating ball of sexual pleasure was nirvana all to itself. To get her to offer herself to her own brother was ecstasy. “Tell me what you want,” he encouraged her, changing from his palm to his thumb pressed against her swollen nub. Stroking it up and down in time with his fingers.

Ultimately, he wanted to get Kimber to a place where he was making her beg for his cock. Till she was begging for a whole new type of brotherly love. To a whole new level of incestual taboo while teasing her mentally as much as physically. He wanted to send Kimber to bed tonight thinking of him in the most carnal way possible.

“Want?” she mumbled, pressing against his hand. She was lost in this strange sensation, she knew that. Looking at him, biting her lip, she somehow knew this was wrong, and still right. At least, it felt right. It felt, oh so good. As his hand continued to move, pressing her, beginning to press harder, she could feel the fabric pressing in, his fingers pushing, probing, finding. She was so wet and hot, and he could feel her ... she was so ... wound...

“Want your ... touch” she said finally, not used to saying what she wanted, it was hard. She was just thanking him, showing herself, letting him see, and the next thing she knew, his hand had her ... had her tight, and she wanted nothing more that to let him touch her, everywhere ... if she dared.

“Yes ... mm ... I’m just thanking’ she gasped at his deeper touch, “you ... like you asked... ?”

Maeson had to chuckle to himself though he never let it touch his face lest Kimber might misconstrue it. He was caught by the fact that his own little sister was a bit naive to beg for his cock, at least so far. At least he could change his game somewhat and introduce her a little. “Perhaps I can show you,” he murmured as he slowed his stroking so he could move her panties aside, “I want to be inside of you,” with his fingers and let his now very slick middle finger start to sink in.

“Do you need this?,” he finished as he moved his finger slowly inside of her. Maeson took it easy though, unsure if Kimber was still a virgin or not. However, he figured a finger was safe. Slowly he moved around in a circle, and then as deep as her wet little hole would allow. Like an animal caught in bright headlights, Kimber was stunned into immobility and held there. His hand was on her ... privates, and the feelings running through her were so overpowering that she was heady with desire. Filled with an unknown want.

As an ‘ohmygawd’ escaped her mouth when he pulled her panties to the side and slid a finger over her slippery wetness, the intensity of his touch doubled. This was so much better than when she was alone playing with herself. It was ... awesome did not seem to do the feeling justice.