EroticReverie

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"How should I know?" Jess grumbled and grabbed the pillow near her head and punched the side of it, fluffing it and then slamming her drunken cheek into it, facing away from Justin. 

"Ummm, cause you were just making me touch your tit" Justin says. 

"I'm drunk, i thought I was with that guy" she says, lying. 

"Bullshit" Justin says. 

She scoffs. "Whatever, go to bed." Jess said, and squirmed in place trying to get comfortable, lifting her cheek and then dropping it back to the pillow.

"My fingers smell like pussy Jess" Justin says bluntly. Jess shrugs to herself. 

"Maybe you should wash your hands more then." She says. 

At this , Justin can't help but laugh. 

"You're a dirty, drunk , little liar" Justin says. 

Jess gasps, and turns onto her back and then to her side, facing him. 

"Screw you, I'm not lying!" She hisses and glares at him. 

"I think that you are." Justin says. 

Jess shrugs again. "Think what you want, I thought you were the guy I brought home" she says. 

"You need to stop doing this stuff Jess, you're my sister." Justin said. Because if she didn't stop, he was sure that eventually he was going to cave. 

"Whatever" Jess says. "I didn't mean it.I thought you were him." she says, lying still. 

"mhm" Justin says hums teasing her. 

Jess sighs. 

"Fine!" She slaps a hand on her pillow and then pushes up. The cover slide down to her waist. Her bare chest, and her tits, distracting Justin for a moment.

"I'm a terrible sister! Okay?! I knew it was you! But so what! I was just, barely even doing anything!" Jess says, and Justin figures it's not light enough in the room, and shes too drunk to notice him looking down at her tits again. 

He think's of all the times he's seen them in tight tops, in bikinis, in night shirts, her nipples always hard, always. He wouldn't lie, he did imagine what they looked like, not really because he desired her sexually. It's just something he did as a guy, you wondered about every set of tits you came across. Pink nipples? Brown nipples? Inverted? Long nipples? What was the areola like? Small? Big? So he was never too upset all the times his sister had ended up drunk and topless in front of him recently. It satisfied the curiosity he'd had. 

"You can touch them you know, they're just tits" Jess said, a hint of hopefulness in her voice. She HAD noticed, and Justin had looked at them for far too long. He looked up at his sister, she was giving a little smirk and shrugged. 

"I don't mind" she says. 

Justin laughed. "Yeah, I know" 

Jess sighed, and then whined. And Justin should have said something, moved or turned away, but he let Jess climb ontop of him. She was straddling him , with only the thin sheet separating their groins. Justin tried his best not to seem affected by the warm heat of her pussy on his cock through the sheet. 

Jess grabbed his hands, letting out a slight giggle as Justin let her grab them and bring them to her chest. She placed one on each breast. 

He didn't move his hands , and Jess held them there. Her hands over his, she forced his fingers to curl slightly , squeezing her hands over his, making him squeeze her tits. 

"And, why are we doing this?" Justin said, trying to seem as uninterested as possible.

"Because I want your hands on me" Jess whispered, her voice more vulnerable, and softer than he'd expected. Justin swallowed hard at the way she looked at him, her hands falling to her side, she arched slightly, just a bit, pushing her chest out. 

Justin's hands remained and his thoughts raced, he knew this was fucking bad, and wrong, and he'd told himself he'd never mess around with her, never give into this crazy idea of the two of them, that was so forbidden, and would end up so toxic for their relationship. 

"Please" Jess said, her voice was small, desperate, and sounded sad. 

"Touch me" She whispered. 

"I don't think this is a good idea Jess." Justin said. 

"it's not." she admitted , her voice cracking. "But i need something Justin...something to feel good" she said, and he thought she might cry. 

Justin slid his hands from her breasts, to her stomach, his fingers trailing down slowly, skimming her soft skin and Jess shivered and leaned her head back. 

He slipped his hands onto the curve of her hips and grabbed them gently, and Jess rocked her hips slightly. Justin fought a small groan as he felt her pussy move slightly back and forth over his dick through the sheet, he could feel her lips hugging his cock through the sheet, feel her arousal soaking the sheet between them.

"I know it's wrong" she whispers and leans down, her mouth coming to mine, her lips barely brushing mine. "But I want you to take care of me" Jess said.

"I do" Justin says back, a lump in his throat and he swallows. 

"All of me" Jess says, and her lips brush Justin's.

"Jess" Justin says, his tone warning her and himself that they shouldn't do this.

"Just one night" Jess pleads quietly. 

"You're drunk" Justin says. 

Jess shakes her head. "Doesn't change how much I want this...how much I need it." 

Justin lets out a heavy sigh and his groan slips from his mouth as Jess grinds against him. 

"I want to make you feel good" Jess whispers. 

Justin closes his eyes as her lips press to his. 

He can't help it, his one hand lifts to the back of his sisters head, fingers slipping into her hair as he holds her mouth to his, their mouths parting and their tongues begin to have a soft war with one another. 

Justin feels her roll her hips more excitedly, a bit faster as she breathes into his mouth, panting. 

He can't believe the feeling of relief that comes over him when they finally kiss. He wasn't aware he had been waiting for it, wanting it. His hand still on her hip, grips it a little tighter, before it slides up her side and then over her back, pulling her into him. 

"I won't do anything with you when you're drunk Jess" Justin says. 

"I'm fine" She murmurs against his lips and then her mouth pulls back. He feels her nipples drag over his chest as she slides back and forth over his cock. 

"I need you Justin...I don't know why....and I..." she pants as she rolls her hips faster. "I just need you so bad" she whines quietly. 

Fuck. Justin thinks internally as she sits up, hands on his chest and starts to grind him through the sheet. 

"i'm so wet for you Justin" she admits, not that he didnt already know. 

"I can feel it through the sheet" Justin tells her. Jess gasps with a moan and grinds him faster. Their eyes are on each other. 

"I put your fingers inside of me" Jess says. 

Justin nods. 

"I needed you inside of me...so much of you is already inside of me...and I needed more." She pants. 

"I want it all Justin" she moans and Justin watches his sister, admitting to him how badly she needs him. 

"Make love to me" she says, her voice a slight whimper, begging, pleading for something Justin knows he can't give to her, at least not tonight. Not like this. 

"Jess" he says calmly, but his voice is shaken as she continues to push her sex against him through the sheet. 

"Please" she almost cries.

"I'm not doing that Jess." he says and grab her pulling her down. 

He wraps his arms around her, his dick is throbbing, aching for more of the friction through the sheets, more of what is on the other side of the sheets. But Justin refuses to be a part of her life that is negative. She might not think it right now, but she'd regret it. She'd even regret this probably. She might resent him for letting her do this much. 

"I'm not going to make love to you Jess, we need to stop" he whispers gently in her ear, and he rolls them onto their sides facing each other. Jess pushes back, he sees her eyes watering. Before he can catch the first tear , Jess turns. 

She cries quietly for a moment, before Justin relents and before grabbing her and pulling her to him, he tucks a bit of the comforter between his groin and her ass. Trying to take away the distraction of his hard cock against her ass. He pulls her in. She squirms.

"Don't" she sniffles.

"Jess" Justin whispers.

"It's fine. I get it. You don't want me. Nobody does." she sniffs, and chokes on the sob she's trying to hold back. 

Justin knows it's not to make him feel guilty, he knows this is how his sister feels. Due to their parents fucking her up royally, and never having a decent boyfriend, or decent friends, or decent anything. All she had was him, and he hated that he'd made her feel unwanted. 

"I love you, alright?" Justin whispered holding her tight. 

"You're my sister, and my best friend." he says. Jess lets a tiny sob come out and chokes back the rest, sniffling. 

"I need to think about this...we both do...I want to give you everything Jess, I really do. I love taking care of you, being there for you, but I don't think it's a good idea to ....for us to do this...as much as you feel you might need it....this can't be fucking good for either one of us...it could fuck up our lives more than mom and dad already have" he says. Jess cries harder as he goes on, and he knows it's because he's right, and she knows it. 

"We can talk about it when you're sober if you want. That's fine. But i'm not going to let us make possibly the biggest mistake of our life, while your drunk, and there's a stranger passed out in your room drooling on your pillows" Justin tries to poke a little joke in there. Jess sniffles and he thinks he gets a little laugh too. 

His hand slides down to her hip, then slides over lower stomach and Jess inhales, as Justin let's his fingers slip down over her pussy, between her legs, Jess lifts her one leg up slightly, allowing him more room. 

"Since you're sneaky, and already put my fingers inside of you, I figure it's not going to make anything worse by helping you finish" he says quietly. 

Jess nods. Her hand slips up and behind her, grabbing at the back of Justin's head as his middle finger starts to circle her swollen clit. She lets out a deep exhale of relief and starts to gyrate her hips, moving against his fingers. 

"thank you" Jess pants as she rolls her hips and moans, Justin moves his fingers down and slides two up inside of her.

"Lay on your back" he whispers. 

Jess slides her shoulder on the bed forward and then her hip, and lays on her back, and spreads her legs open and gasps as Justin's fingers go deeper now.

"oh my god" she pants and look down at his hand. the sound of her pussy and her whimpers, and Justin's heavy breaths filling the room.

"please" she cries. "i can't wait....i need you inside of me" 

Justin clenches his jaw, but remains strong and keep fingering his sister, allowing her only this. 

He gets a bit selfish, and leans his head down to her chest, and kisses the side of her breast, and her chest perks up, back arching. 

"Yes" she cries. Justin's tongue licks up over the side to her nipple and then around it and he kisses it and sucks it gently, as his fingers soak themselves inside of her. 

Justin takes his fingers out, lifts his mouth, and spreads the wetness on his fingers over the nipple he just had in his mouth. Jess whimpers, her hips rolling upward for him to continue with her pussy. He rubs her clit, as he tongue her nipple with the tip of his tongue, teasing her nipple, and himself with the taste of her pussy that he's just spread over her nipple. Jess gasps in pleasure as rubs her clit, he keeps his pace, keeps his fingers dialed in on the spot that makes her squirm and gasp, making sure he doesn't press too hard. 

He sucks her full nipple, and his tongue pushes against it and he groans, tasting her. He has to fight not going down on her to finish her off, wanting to taste more of her. 

"justin" Jess squeals, and it's a warning that she's close, that her orgasm is here and he's about to give her the release she needs, an outlet for her to pour herself into. He watches her carefully as she cums. He watches the way her body undulates, the way her stomach sinks in when she gasps, inhaling, holding her breath, holding onto her orgasm. He watches the way her head turns side to side, shaking her head as if she's refusing to let the orgasm ever go away, begging it to stay. The way her head then pushes back into the pillow, her back arching and her chest heaving upward as everything trembles. A beautiful little earthquake and Justin smiles at the sight, and mentally reminds himself to never forget this image. 

When he back falls to the bed and she trembles, her legs, snapping shut when her clit become to sensitive after cumming. Justin lets his fingers rest, not making her take more, not torturing her, but letting her bask in her release, in the pleasure, that part of him is happy with being able to give, no matter how wrong the other half thinks it is.