Chapter 47: Crossing the lines - Cole

I have to stop. I should apologize, tell Monet that I wasn't thinking properly, and I should get up and go bunk in somebody else's tent. That is the honorable thing to do.

But I can't.

Because I can feel the heat of Monet's pussy all the way through her shorts and through mine. I've been fucking since high school, and not once have I felt like I was going to lose all control.

I'm about to break my biggest rule. The one thing every girl who gets with me knows because I make it very clear.

I close the distance between Monet's face and mine, and I brush my lips over her full ones, my cock jumping in my shorts at the contact.

It's slow, and tantalizing, and it feels like the earth is shifting underneath my feet. It feels like the first time I picked up a football and threw it, and it flew in the air. I knew it was going to be life changing then, just how I know this moment is life changing too.

I know what I'm doing is wrong, and in the morning I wont be able to blame this on a drunken mistake. But neither can she. So why is she not saying no? Why is she not teling me to get the hell off her?

Why is she kissing me back?

Monet's lips part underneath mine, her tongue snaking out and licking the seam of my lips. I growl low in my chest, this unexpected act from her making it really hard for me to stop this madness happening right now. This is all my fantasies wrapped into one. My lips are on Monet's, and she wants to deepen the kiss, so I do just that.

I lick into her mouth slowly, the heat enough to make me wonder what the inside of her pussy would feel like. I should shove her shorts down right now, take out my throbbing dick and bury myself deep inside her.

She's trying to kill me, trying to snap the last piece of thread that is holding my sanity together, because she swivels her hips, teasing my dick. I could cum just like this, between her warm thighs, but there's so much more exploring to do now that she lets me.

I wonder yet again if she knows what she's doing, because her kissing me like this is going to cause a lot of trouble for the both of us.

I know what she tastes like now. Like mint bubblegum and my darkest fantasies combined. I want to kiss her every day now, feel her tongue swirling around mine like she belongs to me, the same way I belong to her.

We're both panting when I break the kiss and lift my head, looking down at her in question. Her golden eyes are half open, glinting up at me. It doesn't look like she regrets it, so I kiss her more, and grind my cock into her pussy wishing I could undress her completely and sink inside her.

Her full breats are squished against my bare chest, and I reach between us to grab the flimsy straps of her bikini top and pull it off, until her hard nipples are against me without anything between the two of us,

I have to see them, and taste what I might only get to taste this one time unless I get her drunk and naked in my bed again.

Maybe I only get this one night. If I do, I want to savor every single moment.

Monet fists my hair when I start kissing down her chest, and I nibble on her skin. I want to mark her with hickeys to show these idiots lusting after her who she really belongs to. She's mine, she always has been and she always will be.

Monet is definitely not objecting when I kiss over the valley of her breast, wishing I had some light so that I can see her fully. I must be in heaven when I lightly run my thumbs over her large, erect nipples. How can one girl be so irrevocably perfect? What magic did God spin when he made her?

I wish I didn't do this here, when there's another person in the tent with us on the other side, and the whole damn footballl team close by.

I want to fuck her so badly, but I will never do it in front of an audience. No, I don't want Samantha to wake up and tell everyone that the brother and sister are doing things they're not supposed to do.

No, this is a secret.

A secret in the dark like the secret of me watching her on a camera.

Because I know when morning comes, she's not going to want anything to do with me again. We will go back to being brother and sister, but right now in this tent, in the dark, I will lick and suck her until she combusts. Monet clamps her mouth shut with both her hands, as I knead her full breast with my one hand and suck the other one hard.

"Easy." I whisper up at her, as her body arches, not being able to take what I'm doing to her. I lick across her stomach, that damn belly ring taunting me. It looks so hot on her. No other girl should be wearing one except her.

She's looking down at me with her golden eyes wide open as I peel her tiny shorts and the joke of a bikini botoms over her luscious ass and down her legs, her smoothly shaved pussy glistening .

My sister is spread naked before me, her body only adorning the little silver hoop in her navel. She looks like a wet dream wrapped into all my fantasies. She doesn't know that I have done this before, when she was asleep and she didn't give me consent, but I open her legs like I'm unwrapping my birthday gift.

How can I make her cum so that she never forgets that I was the first to ever taste her pussy?