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No Mistake About It (closed to greenandgold)

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DarkofNight

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Mark slammed the car door, handing the driver a $20 through the window. Jessica lived close by, more than half of that would be tip, but at least she was safe.

He stumbled into the house, feeling trashed. He'd drank way too much to be playing fucking hero, but Jessica and Emily had known each other for a long time, he couldn't let that happen to her, especially not at his party. He decided to find Emily, let her know what happened so she didn't notice Jessica gone and get worried.

He passed a handful of people leaving as he walked back in. Was it winding down? Didn't matter. This had been the best party he'd been to in a year, maybe two. The fact that it as his party made it that much better. He could feel himself positively strutting with pride. He caught a glance at himself in the hall mirror as he walked in. Close cropped dark brown hair, blue eyes that really popped as bloodshot as they now were, and to top it off, his favorite party shirt, charcoal gray and emblazoned with "TOO DRUNK TO FUCK" across the front. It worked astonishingly well, a girl he'd meet in econ last semester wound up making out with him on the couch, but chickened out when it came to going upstairs. Another girl, even drunker then he was, just kissed him and tried playing with his cock through his jeans by the drinks table, before her friends pulled her of him. So he might not get any tonight, he still glowed with pride over how well everything was going.

He find Emily in a circle of her friends, bottle in hand, still driving and dancing as if that was the only thing that mattered. He leaned in trying to discretely tell her about Jessica, but she shook her head, unable to hear. He tried slowly shouting, still nothing.

Frustrated, he grabbed her hand and led her upstairs, to a room with a locked door. He messed with the little key for far too long before it finally opened and he tugged her inside.

"Just trying to let you know, Jessica was almost completely passed out, caught some creeper looking like he was about to try something sketch, so I kicked him out and called her an Uber." He muttered as he shuffled in behind her and turned to close the door.

Green was Emily's color. She wore it very well, and as he turned Mark realized how little of it she was wearing. A small green mini skirt left her long legs bare, while a very sheer shirt showed of the fact that the bra underneath matched her skirt perfectly.

"Damn" he muttered to himself, staring blatantly at her cleavage.
 
Emily was surprised when her brother tugged her away from her friends and the rest of the party. She let him take her into one of the bedroom's. She nodded when he told her about getting Jessica home safe. "Thanks for taking care of Jess, Mark..." She said and then went to hug her brother, throwing her arms around his neck, and crushing her chest against his,
as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Emily was only slightly aware that his gaze had been on her chest. "You like my shirt, big brother?" She asked, lifting her eyes to meet
his.

Their bodies were still pressed together as neither of them had moved away from the other as they talked. "I got it this afternoon when I went shopping at the mall with Jess. She said that it would look hot with my skirt and that it would grab all the guy's attention. But, I don't think it worked too well. Nobody wanted to dance with me, and Jess scared off some of
the hot guys who tried." A pout appeared on her lips. "I didn't even get one compliment on my new clothes, just a few leers from some random guys who didn't do more than look at
my chest."

"Am I not pretty enough? Not hot enough? I know that I don't have huge tits like the other girls, who's knockers are big enough to knock someone out. But I liked to think that I'm at least, a little bit pretty. But I guess not, since no one put in a real effort to get close to me. What am I doing wrong, big brother? You've been with plenty of girls. What about them
makes you want them? Besides their huge chest." The words tumbled out of her mouth and Emily was unable to stop them. She was too drunk to care that this was crossing into
territory that shouldn't be discussed between a brother and sister.
 
"Not one complement? You look sexy as hell sis..." He took his time gazing down in admiration. "I think you just intimidate guys. They just assume they don't even have a chance in the first place and don't bother trying. I like Jess and all, but when it comes to hooking up she's low hanging fruit, guys don't automatically assume she's out of their league."

They weren't the biggest by any stretch of the imagination, but they were still more than sizable enough to captivate his interest, and having them pressed against his chest didn't help in the slightest.

"It's not all about the tits. Sometimes I want to fuck them because they're cute, pretty face, nice tits, good butt, but it has to be more than that too. She has to be fun to flirt with, or interesting to talk to, or at least a good kisser or something, you know? Hell Em, I'm way too distracted to think straight."
 
Emily blushed at her brother's words. "Thanks for saying that, even though you don't mean it, Mark." She said and then gave him a weak smile. She shook her head at his next words, a few moments later. "I've thrown myself at many guys, especially at the party and all that they wanted to do was stare at my chest." Emily fell silent to listen when her brother resumed talking.

"Why are you distracted?" She asked him, genuinely curious. "Don't you like talking about the girl's you've been with? I thought all guys like to talk about their conquests and boast all the time." A thought suddenly occurred to her. "Am I keeping you from something? From taking care of something?" Emily made a gesture with her hand that indicated male masturbation.
 
Mark laughed and shook his head.

"Guy rule, you don't go bragging to girls about how many girls you've slept with. Still holding out for finding someone else to help me with that."

His eyes returned to her cleavage, her breasts still squished against him, enhancing it even further, and taunting him with their softness.

"Your chest is what's distracting me Em. Those guys you threw yourself at are dumbasses for not taking you up on that."
 
Emily nodded at her brother's words. "Good point. If you brag about screwing all kinds of girl's, other girl's won't want to sleep with you." She felt his eyes fall to her breasts once more and a blush covered not only her cheeks, but part of her neck as well. His next words made her smile. "Thank you, big brother. Though I'm sorry for distracting you." She reluctantly moved back from Mark, putting a little bit of space between them. Emily locked eyes with him. "You sure know how to boost a girl's ego," she told him.
 
"Why are you sorry? I was kind of enjoying that." his drunken state did nothing to hide the disappointed look on his face. His feet took him forward without his even thinking about it, subconsciously moving to close the gap between them. His hand reached up to let his fingertips graze her cheek.

"You know Em, you're cute as hell when you blush..."

His fingertips stroked across her cheek once, twice, back to just in front of her ear. He leaned in suddenly, planting his lips against hers.
 
Mark's words made her smile. She was happy that he wasn't annoyed by her distracting him. When he reached out with a hand and his fingertips grazed her cheek, Emily didn't move.

"Thanks Mark," she said and meant it. Her brother's fingers stroked her cheek two more times and before she could ask if he was okay, felt his lips on hers. Emily kissed him back, pulling her brother's body close to hers.
 
His lips grazed hers softly, catching her lower lip between his lips and tugging briefly, relishing the softness of her lips against his. Feeling the warmth of her body against his again. The alcohol had gone to his head and might at least share the blame for what was making him dizzy just now. He wrapped both hands around her, holding her close, reaching down with one hand, first grazing her ass with his fingertips, and after only the briefest moment's thought to the length of said skirt, reached down tugging it up and giving the bare part of one of her cheeks a firm squeeze.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice reminded him that this was his sister, and they still had guests at the party and someone should at least keep an eye out or something. That little voice was promptly beaten into a dark corner where it was told to sit and be quiet for a while.

Her shirt was sheer and basically transparent, but just now it was still in the way. He tugged at the hem, pulling it up over her belly and breaking the kiss long enough to get it the rest of the way off of her.
 
Emily sighed against Mark's mouth as his lips grazed her own. Their mouths moved against each other's, tasting the other. She felt him wrap his hands around her and moaned when Mark's hand moved over her ass. When her brother's hands moved to her skirt, tugged it up and squeezed her ass, she pressed her front against his crotch. Her mind spun from the alcohol and she had only the barest thought that someone could walk in, but quickly pushed that thought away. Mark broke the kiss, and Emily was about to protest when he removed
her shirt. Once her shirt was gone, she locked eyes with him. Both of them breathing heavily. It only took her a few moments to move back over to her brother and push him down
onto the bed.

Once he was on the bed, Emily climbed on top of him and kissed him again, as she ground her body against his. One of her hands moved between them and down Mark's body, where
she started to stroke his cock through his clothes as they kissed. The only thing that kept her from ripping his pants off and demanding that he pound her, was that she was enjoying
this slow beginning. They'd get to even more fun soon, of that she was sure.
 
The aggression was a pleasant surprise. His cock had started to swell simply from her chest against his, her fingers wrapped around it, even through his jeans, made a steel rod of it in no time. His tongue slipped out, seeking hers, drawing tiny circles over the tip of it. He broke the kiss.

"Yeah, kinda glad those guys you threw yourself at are dumbasses."

He leaned to one side, kissing down her neck softly, stopping occasionally to graze her neck with his teeth or suck softly. His hands reached back, seeking the clasp of her bra, unclasping it and pushing it off her shoulders where it now laid pinched between their grinding bodies.
 
She felt his cock grow against her chest, and grinned. Her fingers and hand made nice work of his cock. Their tongues battled and rubbed against each other's and Emily let out a displeased sigh when Mark broke their kiss. His words made her smile. When Mark began to kiss her neck, she eagerly tilted her head to the side to give him better access. He made short work of taking off her bra and it sat between their bodies.

Emily didn't care for her bra at the moment. She picked it up and flung it aside, just wanting to feel her brother's skin against hers.
 
Mark grinned, tilting her hard, reversing their positions and exposing his sister's bare breasts as he tugged off his tshirt in a quick and fluid motion, barely breaking the kiss to get it off over his head. He smiled widely, satisfied, and cupped both her breasts in his hands, squeezing softly. There was part of him, in some part of his mind somewhere, that had pictured what his sister's tits would look like exposed like this. They were even better than he'd imagined, though that opinion probably had something to do with the fact that they were currently stiffening as the pads of his thumbs played over them. He leaned down, sucking one softly into his mouth.
 
Emily moaned as her brother squeezed her breasts in his hands, loving how it felt. Her nipples hardened at his touch and she felt herself getting more and more wet with everything he did to her. His mouth moved to her breasts and when Mark took one of her nipples into his mouth, she couldn't help shoving her breasts in his face, wanting more. As he sucked on her nipple, Emily reached for his cock, wanting to wrap her lips around the head and flick her tongue across his slit. Her mouth almost watered at the thought of sucking Mark off.
 
He teased her nipples softly with the tip of his tonight, flicking first one then the other as he sucked on them. He felt his sister reaching for him again, almost sensing her desires he reached down, undoing the fly on his jeans and pushing off both jeans and the boxers underneath without diverting attention from her sensitive nipples.
 
Emily grinned when Mark finally ditched his jeans and boxers, and she didn't waste a moment taking his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Running her tongue all over his cock, while she also used her hands to play with his balls. To know that she was sucking her brother's cock turned her on incredibly. She ran her tongue along Mark's slit and moved her mouth down his cock even more, making herself gag on it. Knowing that most guys loved it when girl's gagged on their cock.
 
Mark groaned as he slid into his sister's eager mouth. He watched as she sucked him off enthusiastically, loving the sensations of his sister's lips and tongue all over his cock. He grinned down at her, stroking her hair, watching with rapt attention.
 
Emily worked her mouth on her brother's cock, hard and fast, wanting to make him come, so that they could do other things to and for each other. Once Mark had come in her mouth, she swallowed his juices and moved off of his cock and smiled at him.
 
Mark groaned as he spilled his cum into his sister's eager mouth. He closed his eyes as he caught his breath, opening them and looking up into his sister's smiling face. He grinned pouncing on her and pushing her onto her back. His hands reached up under her skirt, bunching it around her waist as he grabbed her panties and tugged them off.

His mouth kissed her pussy softly, tongue slipping out to lap again and again. He spread her lips, letting the tip of his tongue tease her clit with light circular strokes.
 
Emily squealed as Mark pushed her own onto her back, a smile on her lips as she locked eyes with him. She relaxed in the bed as he messed with her skirt, pushing it out of the way and bunching it at her waist. She was eager as he pulled her panties off and tossed them aside. Her brother's mouth on her felt wonderful, and his tongue had her writhing under him. "Mark," Emily moaned softly, her body eager for his. Eager for him and anything he wanted to do to her. She was putty in his hands and ready and willing to go down this road with him.
 
Mark looked up at her, licking his lips. He moved slowly, face to face with her. "Yeah Em?" He was already stiff with desire again, and before she could answer he was sliding himself into her. He drew himself in and out slowly, coating his cock with her wetness. He let out a low groan feeling her wrapped tight around him.
 
Emily smiled when she saw Mark lick his lips. "Fuck me," she told him, though her words didn't matter because he soon did just that. She moaned as he slipped in and out of her. "You don't need to go slow," Emily assured him, loving that her brother's cock was inside of her, filling her with it's size. His cock inside of her was better than she could have ever imagined. And she had imagined it happening a lot.
 
Mark laughed a little as he started to gain speed, each thrust slamming into his little sister harder and harder. "Just taking a minute to enjoy my little sis' tight pussy." he told her, still watching his cock sliding in and out of his little sister. It was surreal, he'd always found his sister attractive, never suspected he would get to fuck her. He groaned as their hips collided, speeding up little by little.
 
His words and actions had her moaning. And as Mark's hips rammed into hers harder and harder, she cried out and bit his shoulder. He was making her feel all kinds of amazing things. Things that Emily had never thought would happen, but now it was happening between them and she never wanted it to stop. Her nails dug into his skin as she tried to pull him even closer against her, slamming their lips together.
 
Her teeth and nails in his skin drove him wild, bucking his hips as hard as he could against hers, his bed groaning and creaking with the motion. "Fuck Emily, you feel so good. Goddamn I'm close" He could feel it rising up inside him, ready to fill her.
 
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