u/4Saken_4gotten

The rain hammered against the windows of the living room, a steady gray curtain that had kept us trapped inside all afternoon. I was sprawled on the carpet, bored out of my mind, when Jordan came bouncing down the stairs in her ratty old gym shorts and a tank top that had seen better days.

"I'm bored," she announced, flopping down beside me.

"Same."

She looked at me with that mischievous glint in her eyes—the one that always meant trouble. "Wanna wrestle?"

I snorted. "You? Wrestle me? I'll destroy you."

"Big talk from someone who lost to me at Mario Kart twice in a row." She was already on her feet, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her dirty blonde ponytail swinging. "Come on, scaredy cat."

Something about the challenge in her voice made me get up. "Fine. But don't cry when you lose."

The living room rug was thick and soft as we squared off. Jordan was 10 years younger than me, but she'd always been scrappy. She lunged first, grabbing my arm and trying to twist it behind my back. I let her think she had the upper hand for a moment, feeling her body press against mine, her small hands gripping tight.

Then I spun, hooking my foot behind her ankle, and we both went down in a tangle of limbs. She yelped, laughing, as I pinned her shoulders to the carpet.

"Give up?"

"Never." Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed. She bucked beneath me, trying to throw me off, and I felt the heat of her body through our thin clothes. Her tank top had ridden up, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach.

I adjusted my weight, straddling her hips to keep her down. She squirmed harder, her thighs clenching around my waist as she tried to reverse our positions. The friction sent a jolt through me that had nothing to do with wrestling.

"Getting tired?" I teased, but my voice came out rougher than I intended.

"Shut up." She grabbed my wrists, pulling with all her strength. I let myself tip to the side, and she scrambled on top of me triumphantly, planting her knees on either side of my chest.

"Ha! Who's winning now?"

Her face was inches from mine, strands of hair falling loose, her breath coming in quick, warm puffs. The front of her shorts was damp with sweat, and I could smell her—soap and something else, something distinctly her.

My cock stirred in my jeans, hardening against her thigh where she straddled me. I tried to shift subtly, but she noticed. Her eyes widened, and for a heartbeat, neither of us moved.

"Was that..." she started, then stopped, a deep blush creeping up her neck.

"Sorry," I muttered, mortified. "I didn't mean—"

But she didn't climb off. Instead, she pressed down harder, deliberately this time, and I saw something shift in her expression. Curiosity. Desire.

"Jordan..."

"Don't," she whispered. "Don't say anything."

She leaned down and kissed me.

Her lips were soft and uncertain at first, but when I didn't pull away, she deepened it, her tongue tracing my bottom lip. I groaned, my hands finding her hips, pulling her closer as my blood pounded hot and thick through my veins.

She broke the kiss and sat up, her hands going to the hem of her tank top. She pulled it over her head in one fluid motion, revealing small, perfect breasts with hard nipples that made my mouth water. Her shorts came next, then her panties—thin cotton, damp at the crotch.

"Your turn," she said, her voice husky.

I sat up and stripped off my shirt, fumbling with my jeans. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, and Jordan's eyes went wide as she stared at it.

"It's so big," she breathed.

"Have you ever...?"

She shook her head. "But I want to. I want to try."

She crawled closer, settling between my legs, her small hand wrapping around my shaft. The touch was electric. She pumped me slowly, experimentally, her thumb brushing over the tip where a bead of precum had formed.

"Like that?" she asked.

"God, yes."

She leaned down, and I held my breath as her tongue darted out, tasting the head of my cock. She made a small sound—surprise? pleasure?—and then her lips closed around me.

I groaned, my head falling back, my hands tangling in her hair as she took me deeper. She was tentative at first, unsure, but she learned fast. Her mouth was wet and hot, her tongue swirling around the shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

"That's it," I gasped. "Fuck, Jordan, just like that."

She looked up at me through her lashes, her eyes dark with arousal, and the sight of her—my little sister, kneeling between my legs, her lips stretched around my cock—nearly made me come right there.

I guided her, showing her the rhythm, telling her when to take me deeper. She gagged once, but pushed through it, her throat relaxing to take me in. The feel of her swallowing around my tip was incredible.

"Harder," I urged. "Suck me harder."

She obeyed, bobbing her head faster, her hand working the base of my shaft in perfect sync. I could feel the pressure building, my balls tightening, the orgasm rising like a wave.

"I'm gonna come," I warned. "Jordan, I'm—"

She didn't pull away. Instead, she doubled down, taking me as deep as she could, and I came undone, hot spurts of cum flooding her mouth. She gagged again, but she swallowed, her throat working around me as she took every drop.

When I finally went soft, she pulled back, a trickle of white escaping the corner of her mouth. She wiped it with the back of her hand and grinned at me.

"So," she said, her voice a little hoarse. "Rematch?"

I'm unfortunately stuck at work until 8pm but wouldn't mind chatting with someone or trading pics of whatever. Bored and lonely lol