Back Rub for Julia - Sex Stories

Back Rub for Julia

... squeezed my eyes shut. It seemed to be the only way. "Open your eyes and look at me! What is wrong?" "I can't do this, Katie." My voice was low, and I sounded like I was half way choking. The room suddenly needed to contain more air. My breath became short. Having sex with my sister might change everything between us, but what about this? What would this rejection do to our relationship? I really wasn't sure. Would she hate me forever? What was the right thing to do here? The questions didn't make things any easier. They also didn't prepare me for the full on, roundhouse smack that she administered to my face. Whack! My eyes snapped open. They blazed at the nubile form of my sister. "What the fuck, K?" "Do you want me to beg you to fuck me? Is that what you want? You selfish fucking bastard!" Tears poured down her face, and splashed down onto her breasts and belly. She reached down, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and tore them down. Several quick sobs escaped her beautiful mouth. "Fine! I'm butt naked in your room, nobody is around, and I beg you to please fuck me." She sank down to her knees on my carpet. "Do you want me on my knees, here I am. I'll do anything for you. Do you want my ass? Nobody's ever been in there, nobody! It's yours. Lube me up!" Her voice broke, and sobs temporarily took her over. "Do I have to be a perfect fucking cheerleader to get some cock? Is that it, Jack? Do I have to be Julia? Am I not fucking good enough for you?" She broke ...

... down and cried. She just stood there in front of me, open and vulnerable. It broke my fucking heart. I couldn't stand to see her like that anymore. My cheek still stung from her slap, but it was insignificant to the pain in my chest. She offered her body to me, she offered her heart to me, and I stomped it into the dirt. Would consensual sex have been worse than this? No. I felt like the lowest piece of shit on earth. What could I do to make this right? The sad fact was, there probably was nothing that I could do. If I could only take the last couple of minutes back. I slid off the bed, and embraced her weeping form. She started to pull away, but I held her fast. She just cried harder. "Shhh, baby. It's ok. I'm sorry." I didn't know what to say, but I thought 'I'm sorry' was a start. She struggled in my arms, but I refused to let her go. "I should leave now," she said through her tears. "Please don't go." She stopped her efforts to pull away. I kissed the tear tracks on her right cheek, then her left cheek. I was suddenly aware of my hardness pressed into her. I was done arguing with myself. I was done fighting this. My lips sought hers gingerly, but I wasn't even sure that she wanted my kisses anymore. What had I done to my beautiful sister? I would rather die than hurt her. Surprisingly, she kissed me back. Before things went too far, she broke our kiss. "What is your deal, Jack?" Her voice came out in a whisper, right against my cheek. "First you want me, then you don't. ...