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Friends: Deleted Scenes - A Dry Spell (MF,MF-mast,oral,inc)
by Dudeman ([email protected])

Ross hadn't had sex for months. Sure, he had gone without sex before. In
fact, many times Ross had unwilling considered himself a sexual camel. But
usually his dry spells were only for a few weeks at a time, and this one was
slowly becoming a full-fledged, horn-dog, sex drought.

Now there he was. Sitting and watching Baywatch at Joey's place. Halfway
though the opening credits, a hard-on filled his pants, as he watched the
sexy lifeguards running. So many luscious and various breasts bouncing. Big
ones; small ones; medium ones. All bouncing... bouncing.

Ross used every trick in the book to hide his pants-tent from his friend. It
would be just too embarrassing if Joey noticed "it". The program went on.
More running. More perfect views of those sexy bodies. Those tits. Those
legs. Those asses.

He debated sneaking into the bathroom and relieving his sexual tension.

"No... not with Joey here," he thought to himself. "That's... that's just
too... gross! Damn, I've got to get my mind off all this."

He stood to go, quickly turning away from his friend. "Hey man, I'm gonna...
head out. Tell me how it ends, huh?"

"Dude, you know how it ends," Joey replied, his eyes barely leaving the
screen. "They disable the bomb, and then they run on the beach some more.
That's the beauty of this show!"

"Right. Well, I'll see ya later."

He left the apartment, and hesitated in the hallway. "Maybe I can just hang
out with Chandler and Monica for a while," he thought. He looked down at his
crotch, and decided that his boner might not be noticeable. And it would go
away soon enough, if he could just get his mind on other things.

Ross opened the opposite door, and poked his head in. The living room and
kitchen were empty.

"Chandler? Mon?" he called, though none too loudly. He didn't want to disturb
them, if they were "otherwise occupied," after all, SOMEONE in the world must
still be having sex.

There was no reply to his quiet call. "They must be gone," he assessed. Ross
slowly entered the apartment, wondering if it would be wrong to "use" their
bathroom.

As he walked that way, he heard a soft moan coming from the direction of the
bedroom. It obviously was his sister. Ross turned to leave, but found himself
frozen by her second moan.

"Oh damn... she sounds so erotic," the thought whimpered. His eyes rolled, as
he found himself even more aroused than before. "It... it couldn't hurt to
just... listen... for a while."

He knew he shouldn't do it, but still, he tiptoed to the bedroom door,
listening intently for Monica's steamy vocalizations. Ross stood there and
slowly unzipped his pants, afraid that even the zipper would be heard by the
amorous couple inside. The door was slightly ajar, and he leaned his ear in,
as he rubbed the renewed firmness of his cock.

Monica groaned deeply. "OOHHHHHNNNN..." Her breathing began to take on a
subtle panting. "Ohh... mmm... mmm..."

"Omigod," Ross mouthed the words. He couldn't believe how hot this was. With
his libido overriding his better judgment, Ross slowly pushed the door open
a bit more, and peeked inside.

Instead of Chandler and Monica, Ross saw only his little sister laying on top
of the bed. She was reclining back into the pillows. Her knees were up and
spread, feet flat on the mattress. With her bathrobe undone and draped to her
sides, Ross saw that she was wearing lacy white bra. Monica's eyes were
closed and she gently bit her lower lip as her right hand moved inside her
panties. Her left hand showed the extent of her arousal, as it tightly
clutched the top blanket.

Ross' hand moved faster on his shaft. He was so fixed on the vision before
him, that he failed to notice the door continuing its slow swing. It bumped
against the wall, making just enough noise to rouse Monica from her lustful
world. Her eyes shot open when she realized she was no longer alone.

"ROSS!" she screamed. She quickly jumped off the bed and wrapped herself in
the robe. "What the HELL are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry, Mon, I'm so sorry," he apologized, stepping toward her with palms
out in an attempt to calm her. He was completely unaware that he was still
exposed.

"Where you WATCHING me?" she asked the obvious question. Anger flared in her
blue eyes as she stared at him.

"No... no... I was... just... concerned that, uh... that the noise... coming
from this room... this, THIS room... uh... was..." As Ross stammered for the
nonexistent answer that wouldn't make him look like a pervert, Monica glanced
down and saw his stiff, jutting manhood.

"Okay, Ross. You're still... OUT," she reminded him, as she averted her eyes,
somewhat embarrassed.

Ross quickly zipped up, taking care not to catch himself in the metal teeth.

"It's just... It's been... It's that... I'm in a bit of a... dry spell. Well,
actually, Mon... I, I haven't had sex in over four months. And I heard you,
um... in here... and... and you were just so... I just... I just couldn't
help it."

"Yeah, well... you can just 'help yourself' when you get back to your
apartment."

"But Mon, couldn't I just... couldn't I just.. watch?... you?" He asked with
a nervous giggle.

"What? NO!"

"Well, um," he cleared his throat and managed a nonchalant look. "W-, why
not?"

"Because! Because... it's too... too personal. I wouldn't feel comfortable
with you... 'pleasuring yourself"..." she found she was even embarrassed to
say those words, "while you watch me... pleasure MYself."

"Well, do you do it for Chandler, don't you? I mean, not that he ever... um,
ever... told me... anything."

Monica made a mental note to rip Chandler a new one when he got home. But
right then, she only wanted to end the awkward situation. "Yes, but that's
different," she said with an attempt at finality.

"Why?"

"I don't know," she whined, in frustration, then looked at the floor as she
played with the end of the robe's sash. "Because... because I'm engaged to
him... and... and you're my brother! It would be... EEWW! Can't you just go
home and... do... 'stuff' there."

"Well, I could... but Mon, you know the whole time I'll be thinking about you
laying there..."

"DON'T!" She held up her index finger, as she looked wide-eyed at him. "Don't
say it."

"Mon, it's... it's not like we'd be having sex or anything..."

Monica stared at him with a quite troubled look, as she pondered. After all,
he'd already seen her. He'd already heard her. And she knew he was right -
even if he left, he would be thinking about her "display".

"All right," she whined in concession. "But not in here. That'd make it even
weirder than it's going to be. Let's go out in the living room."

As she followed Ross through the doorway, she found herself thinking about
that sight, the moment she opened her eyes. She always did like watching a
guy masturbate. Seeing his hand slide up and down his shaft. Watching his
balls move as he jacked himself off. Hearing his grunts as he got closer to
ejaculation.

Monica snapped out of her erotic thoughts when she noticed Ross standing in
the middle of the room, waiting for her direction.

"Um, you better lock the door... and then just... sit on the coffee table.
I'll be, I'll be right back," she said as she walked over to the bathroom.

"Is Chandler..." he began to ask.

"He's working really late tonight," she called out. "That's why I was... you
know. I didn't really... want to wait for him."

Ross sat there, somewhat nervously, waiting for her to return. When she
walked back in, she was holding each palm upward, her fingers slightly
cupped, holding something. She stood beside him, summoning the will to
treat this like a normal thing.

"Okay... um..." she hesitated on the words, "you should, um... pull your...
pants down."

Her eyes went to the large bulge in Ross' underwear as he opened his pants.
His erect penis popped into full view and he eased his pants and boxers down
to his ankles. Monica leaned over and spread hand lotion all over his shaft.
She tried not to look at him, but his stare was unavoidable.

"So you don't... you know... chaff... or anything." She glanced at him only
briefly, then her gaze locked on her hands as they worked him over.

"Uh hum... thanks," he mumbled, dumbfounded, as his sister smeared the thick
liquid all over his cock. He too was staring at her handiwork. Small feminine
fingers and hands gliding all over his hard pole. Monica coated it well, and
couldn't help but notice how it twitched under her touch. She resisted the
urge to tighten her grip and truly stroke him. Somehow she knew that he
wouldn't stop her if she did that.

"That's um... that, that should do it," she said softly, as she stood up and
wiped her hands on the front of her pink robe. She tried to force her mind
away from the hard cock that she was just handling. "So how do we..."

Ross answered her question as her voice trailed off.

"Well, sit on the couch. And maybe... kind of... lay back, uh, into the
corner."

Monica nervously looked around the room, as she scooted back, resting against
a pillow.

"Now maybe, maybe open your robe," he directed, uncertain of the boundaries
to his requests.

Monica paused as her fingers slipped into the loosely tied belt. She silently
told herself, "Okay, he already saw me."

Then, she pulled and it unweaved. She opened the garment, still unable to
make eye contact. However, they both noticed how her hard nipples peaked the
material of her bra. Monica knew where she needed to take this, and although
her mind said it was wrong, her body clearly approved.

Head down, her hands slowly traveled to her face. As she gently held her
cheeks, she brought her forearms in, pressing together her bosom and
accentuating her cleavage. In the periphery of her vision, she saw Ross
take hold of his cock, and begin moving his fist up and down.

She closed her eyes and brought her chin up. Taking a deep breath, she moved
her hands down her neck and chest to her breasts. She tried thinking every
erotic thought she could, to try and get herself in the mood. Monica cupped
and fondled her breasts, feeling the texture of the lace and the soft swell
of the flesh inside.

Ross stared at her hands. He watched as they followed the sexy curvature of
her breasts. The hard oval of each nipple slightly discolored the white lace
that failed to hide it fully, as it rested in the crook between her thumb and
forefinger.

As Monica caressed her upper body, Ross' eyes followed up the long locks of
black hair that cascaded down her chest. He gazed upon her stunning beauty,
amazed that his little sister could be so seductive and so desirable. Right
then, she was the truest definition of a cocktease. He admired the erotic
look that lit up her face. Slowly he stroked his well-greased dick, easily
pretending that it was a woman's wetness coating him.

Monica felt her arousal beginning to grow. She almost forgot that she was the
object of her brother's lust. Her fingertips traveled downward. Her abdomen
flinched as her fingers brushed across.

Up to this time, she had kept her feet on the floor, and her legs together;
supposing that it would somehow give her a little modesty. But now, modesty
was the last thing in her mind.

In one fluid motion, her hand traveled along her thigh as her leg slowly
raised up onto the couch. Her little foot pressed into the couch cushions,
as her hands glided back up the insides of her thighs. Ross heard an exhaled,
almost whispered, moan coming from her parted lips.

Ross stared between her legs. The narrow straps of her white panties came
over her hips, The waistband went down in a gentle V, to a low point just
inches above where he envisioned her pubic hair began. An opaque front panel
hid everything, and made him long to see what was within.

Her hands slowly rubbed her thighs, running laps from her knees to the edge
of her panties. Then her right hand paused at the fabric. It purposefully
moved inward and settled over her covered mound. In exact synchronism, one
hand made its long oval path along the inside of her left thigh, while the
other rubbed up and down the short distance from sofa cushion to the thin
waistband. As she did this, her middle finger gradually pressed deeper into
the crease beneath the cloth.

Ross slowed his jacking, not wanting to cum too quickly and end this erotic
scene. He watched his sister's hands travel her lower body. Her stomach
fluttered as her breath began to stutter.

"Go inside," he said softly.

Monica's eyes opened. Her motions momentarily stopped. Ross' hand was cupping
his balls, as the other slowly stroked the shaft. Its head was pointing
straight up at the ceiling. She caught herself imagining him spurt, and
wondering how high it would shoot. She gently shook her head to make the
thought go away. She was letting her brother masturbate to her, but she knew
it was dangerous to reciprocate the desire.

"Can you... can you put your hand inside?" he reiterated. "Like... like
before?" She simply nodded and closed her eyes again.

Monica slipped her hand in the waistband. Slowly it went deeper. She focused
on the varying sensations. The softness of her satin panties on the back of
her hand. Her palm being rubbed with the gentle coarseness of her pussy hair.
Damp soft flesh submitting to her fingertips.

Ross watched luster of the fabric changing as Monica's knuckles moved and
bulged the cloth. He glanced up at her bra, then her face. His sister's eyes
were closed and her mouth hung slightly open in pleasure. Her fingers were
eliciting a soft whimper from her lips.

"What a beautiful mouth!" The thought stilled his actions. Perfectly formed.
Just the right size and shape. He saw her tongue laying inside. He wondered
what that tongue and mouth could do with...

Just then, his dreaming was startled when Monica moaned deeply, shifting her
hips.

He looked down and saw that the shape of her middle finger beneath the fabric
had temporarily disappeared. It gradually came back into view with her hand's
long slow motions. Monica fingerbanged herself like this, rubbing her clit
with each stroke.

Abruptly, his sexy sister arched her body, pressing her shoulders into the
couch. Her ass lifted off the cushion, and her finger went all the way in, to
the last knuckle. She settled back down onto the couch, causing it to come
slightly out. But that didn't matter to her. It was deep enough. Ross watched
as her hand squirmed around in her panties.

"OH!," she moaned softly, "oh yeah... mm!... mm!"

Ross began working his dick up and down again. The slick feeling was
beginning to go away as the lotion was rubbed into his skin. He watched as
the outline of his sister's hand once again showed her long strokes to both
her cunt and clit.

Somewhat oblivious to her brother's renewed jacking, Monica's left hand
slowly glided over her leg and up her stomach. It rested at her breast and
undulated as she groped herself. Her fingers slipped behind the fabric, and
she pulled the cup down, finally exposing some of her hidden flesh to Ross.
Indeed, her nipple was beautiful, dark, and hard. She gently pinched it, and
squeezed the soft mound that bore it.

"Ooo..." she purred, then she whispered to her imaginary lover, "yes... oh
yes."

Ross hated to break her focus, but his own lust was too much to contain.

"Can I see?" he asked, quietly.

Monica opened her eyes. After a brief moment, she realized what he was
asking. "I, I guess so," she replied hesitantly.

Her hand eased out of her panties, and her fingers hooked the fabric at the
left side of the crotch. She pulled the white satin out of the way, showing
her brother just how wet she had become. The smooth skin around her lips
glistened with an erotic sheen. A well-groomed strip of jet-black hair
started just above her clit and went up, to end somewhere still hidden by
her panties.

"I mean, um, take them off," he clarified. From the start, Monica pretty much
knew that this would happen at some point.

She settled both feet on the ground and lifted her butt off the sofa. Her
panties slid down her thighs. When they reached her knees, she leaned
forward, pushed them down her calves and took her feet, first one, then the
other, out of them.

Ross didn't even have to say another word. Monica knew the full intent of his
request.

She lifted her foot back up onto the couch and slouched down as she sat.
Monica was fully spread in front of Ross, showing him a part of her body
that most men would never see. Her pink clit protruded out from between
cute little pussy lips. As her wrist rested on an upraised left knee, her
other hand slid up her right thigh and brushed slowly across her swollen
pussy lips.

As much as she tried to detach herself from the situation, she found herself
staring at Ross' cock. His hand was moving the skin up and down. She gently
bit the side of her lower lip and allowed her fingers to trace small circles
on her clit.

"Uh... uh..." she whimpered. A little shiver shot from her clit, all the way
up her back.

"Do it, Mon," he said, half demanding and half begging. She knew exactly what
he meant.

Her hand went lower and her middle finger began to slip between her pussy
lips. The first knuckle disappeared. Then slowly, the second knuckle.
Finally, the rest of her hand cupped herself and she began masturbating in
full view of her brother. But this time, she didn't close her eyes. She
didn't want to live in her own world. This time, she wanted to see Ross
jacking off as he watched her.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, without even trying for the seductive
tone that oozed out.

"Exactly," he replied, his gaze flitting back and forth between her pussy and
her face.

They masturbated for each other, for what seemed like hours. Neither one
wanted to cum first. It seemed that neither one wanted this dirty game to
end.

Ross would jack himself hard, until his ejaculation began to rise. Then he
would quickly back off, fondling his balls as he felt the surge subside. His
hand would grip his shaft again, starting slowly, and working himself back
into the cycle. Over and over as he watched Monica.

For her part, his raven-haired sister found ways to attend to her own body's
needs. She slowly frigged her pussy, as she watched Ross stroke. She watched
and was enthralled by the way he teased himself into nearly cumming several
times.

Gradually, her fingertips went to her clitoris. As the slow circles grew in
speed and pressure, her free hand went to her face, cupping her cheek. Her
pinky finger slipped barely into the side of her open lips, teasing her
mouth's need more than fulfilling it.

Suddenly, her head flew back with a shriek. "OH!" Her fingers stopped
their fast, hard rubbing and that hand clamped over her mound. Monica's
head dropped forward with a moan as she licked her lips, savoring her
almost-orgasm. Then her hands came up to massage and grope her breasts
before slipping back down to give double attention to her pussy and clit.
Her slow rubbing began again.

Ross was spellbound by his sister's actions, yet he wondered if she would do
other things for him.

"Um... Let me, uh, watch you from behind," he voiced his next desire.

"Okay," she agreed softly with panting breath. She was far too aroused by
this point to say no. And truthfully, she was kind of enjoying acting like
a slut.

Monica stood up and removed her pink terrycloth robe. She draped it over the
couch and turned around. Then she rested one knee on the couch and leaned
forward, balancing herself on the back of the furniture. Her left hand took
over where her right had left off.

"Damn, she's got a nice ass," Ross mused. He watched the silhouette of her
hand moving in the crook of her thighs.

"Lean forward more," Ross instructed. He wanted a clear view of his sister's
pussy and fingers as she played with herself.

Monica first ran both hands through her long black hair, hooking it over her
ears. Then she moved down the couch a bit to give herself more room. Bending
over, she laid her forearm down the length of the back cushion.

"Mon, can you, um, spread your legs some more?" he asked, still with a
sheepish tone.

She grabbed onto the arm of the couch for support. Her left foot slid
sideways on the floor, and she lifted her knee, moving it into the center
of the cushion. "Like this?" she asked.

"Oh god, yes," Ross groaned, amazed he was seeing his little sister in such
a nasty pose. Her smooth pussy was framed by her ass and thighs, bringing to
mind a Penthouse pictorial from two months back. "Just like that."

Without a further word, Monica's hand slipped back between her legs. Four
fingers slid up and down the full length of her cunt, rubbing her outer lips.
Ross stared at her manicured fingernails, focusing on the light pink, almost
peach, nail polish. Then the sparkle of a large white diamond caught his eye.
He couldn't NOT look at it.

His little sister was wearing her engagement ring. His beautiful little
sister... his beautiful sexy little sister was wearing her engagement ring.
His sexy, desirable, hot little sister was wearing her engagement ring as she
put her body on display and masturbated for her big brother.

"Omigod, this is so hot!" he murmured. He watched as her middle finger bent
and the tip glided inside. The digit snaked in and out as her other fingers
continued rubbing up and down her shaven skin.

Monica was moaning deeply now, as she settled back into her fantasy world.
But this time, she was dreaming of the man sitting behind her. And she was
doing nothing to stop the dirty thoughts. Her brother was the man she wanted
to please right then.

Ross' eyes ran the length of her slim, sexy legs. He imagined what they would
look like, if she was wearing stockings and stilettos at that moment. He
licked his lips as he stared at her little ass, the flesh taut from her
position. No girlfriend... and no wife... had ever done this for him before.
But here was his younger sister acting like a pornstar, just to help him get
off. He still couldn't believe this was happening. "Damn, is this all a
dream?" his mind questioned.

As if to find out, he reached across the couple of feet that separated them
and gently caressed Monica's ass. She flinched slightly, awoken out of her
fantasy. But she offered no protest. His hand moved down her leg, feeling her
soft skin, as her own hand continued servicing her pussy.

Monica relished the light touches on her bottom and legs. She didn't know if
she should tell him to keep doing it, but she certainly didn't want him to
stop.

Ross watched Monica penetrated herself with a second finger. Her ring finger.
The two digits worked in and out of her pussy. Her head dropped down to the
padded couch-back and she gave a low guttural groan. Ross let go of his dick
and used both hands to explore Monica's body. Caressing her legs... ass...
back. Reveling in what his sister was doing, and what she was allowing him to
do.

He reached between Monica's thighs, cupping his sister's hand in his own. He
felt it writhe in his palm as her masturbation went on. At this, he took hold
of his hard cock and stroked it in time with his incestuous partner. Monica
felt when his hand left her ass and she quickly stole a glance through her
legs to watch his actions. She could see nothing but hand, cock, and balls.
She watched for a moment as her brother jacked off.

"Ross," she whispered.

He answered softly, "What?" as he continued enjoying her.

"Come around front. I want to... um..." She hesitated.

"You want to what, Mon?" he gently prodded her.

"I want to... to..." Monica was afraid to admit her desires.

"What?" he prodded, quietly but firmly. "Say it, Monica."

"I want to watch you rub yourself... that's all," she lied. Her brother
quickly decided that if she was willing to help him like this, he certainly
could do what she asked.

Still holding Monica's hand and crotch, Ross pulled his feet out of his pants
and stood. He leaned in and "accidentally" rubbed the shaft of his dick on
her butt cheek, though he did it far too many times to pass for "accidental."
She turned her head and, out of the corner of her eye, caught him in his
cheap thrill. Noticing her knowing smile, he realized he'd been busted.
"Sorry," he said guiltily as he let go of her and walked around the couch.

Strands of long hair had fallen haphazardly across her forehead and face. He
lovingly brushed them away as she looked up at him with longing. Then her
eyes fixed on his cock, waiting for her brother to start.

Ross reached down and grabbed onto his member. He slowly stroked it,
eye-level with Monica and pointing straight at her. He imagined it shooting
right then, firing his white jizz all over her beautiful face. Ross dared to
hope that his sister might let him do that; that she might have had that in
mind when she asked him to masturbate for her.

Monica watched the skin flex and stretch under his handling. Her own hand
continued its work, causing her to make little peeps of pleasure. She licked
her lips, quite absentmindedly, as she watched Ross jacking off in front of
her.

Then, saying nothing, Monica reached out and took hold of Ross' cock, pushing
his hand out of the way. He stood there, arms at his side, as his hot little
sister began to stroke him.

She felt its firmness in her hand and the softness of his skin. She kept a
somewhat loose grip, preferring at first to simply caress, rather than jack
him.

Monica glanced up at him. "You don't, um... mind... do you?" she asked,
quietly.

He cleared his throat and replied, in that low desperate voice that attempted
to hide his desire. "Whatever...uh, you want."

Her grip tightened around her brother's dick. The skin began to move up and
down, under her hand's control.

Monica spoke to Ross, though the way she stared at the motions in her hand,
it almost seemed as if she was addressing his cock.

"Does that... feel good?"

Monica had given handjobs to many men before. Of course, there was Chandler,
and her earlier boyfriends; and even a stranger in a bar once when she'd had
too much to drink. She had learned what guys generally liked. But for some
reason, Monica felt almost... virginal... and she wanted to make sure that
she really was pleasing Ross.

"Uh hum," he responded, in a bit of a daze.

Monica started to stroke him faster and harder. She watched his balls move
forward and back with as she masturbated him. It felt good to have a cock in
her hand. It always had. But for over a year, the only cock had been just
Chandler's. She hadn't realized how her hand had been craving something new.
All this felt unbelievably erotic, that the cock in her hand wasn't
Chandler's; and yet, it was strangely soothing, that it was her big
brother's.

By this time, she had stopped fingering herself; her attention solely focused
on jacking off Ross. Her free hand made its way up from her pussy and cupped
his balls. She gently squeezed them as she stroked the hard shaft. He felt
the dampness on her fingers as she rubbed him.

"Oh, Monica," her brother moaned.

"Come closer," she directed, softly. Ross was nearly pulled by his dick
toward her. Monica's hand left his balls and snaked back between her own
legs. Her finger dove in, as she resumed her responsibility of pleasuring
them both.

She now was stroking him at a more leisurely pace. Her soft moans told him
that she was matching those movements on her own body. Ross saw that his cock
was so very close his sister's face. Never had he imagined that he would ever
see her gorgeous face and his dick in the same view. He wondered if they had
already gone way too far in this.

"Uh, Mon," he said.

She ignored him. In Monica's mind, the line wasn't being crossed. Rather, it
was being pushed a just little farther away with every passing moment.

Monica's hand stopped. For a split-second, Ross feared that she realized just
exactly what they were doing, and had decided to end it.

Instead, her eyes closed. The tip of her tongue slipped out barely past
her lips, and she took a long, slow lick up the side of his shaft. This was
followed immediately by a series of wet, tongue-kisses.

"M-Monica," he stammered.

"Shh, let me do this for you," she mumbled, as she continued bathing her
brother's cock with her tongue.

"Omigod," he whined.

Monica gently chastised him between licks, her eyes still shut the entire
time. "Look... you're the one... who... wanted... me... to help you."

"Yeah, but-"

"Shut up, Ross," she interrupted him, letting him know that she was going to
blow him, whether he liked it or not. And like it, he did.

He refused to admit it out loud, but his sister's tongue felt so good,
running all over his cock and balls. Then she went over the top, and he
watched half his dick disappear. He fought the urge to grab her head and
push all the way to the back of her mouth. If she was going to do this, it
was best to let her do what she wanted.

Monica's head bobbed up and down his cock. Her own finger restarted its
motion in and out of herself. Soon, Ross heard a series of loud, sloppy moans
coming from his sister, as she strove to maintain both his blowjob and her
masturbation.

She tried to focus on licking and sucking the cock that was in her mouth. Yet
her own desire to cum kept invading her thoughts.

Normally at this point with Chandler, she would have flipped on her back and
told him to fuck her. But she knew that wasn't an option with Ross. Still,
she would allow herself to do pretty much anything else for him. She would
even let him cum in her mouth, if he wanted that.

"After all, none of these other things are REALLY sex, right?" her mind
questioned.

She just couldn't let him in her, she decided. As much as she wanted a good
hard fucking right then, she just couldn't do that with her brother. What
they were doing... what SHE was doing was border-line. But to screw her
brother... that would be just WRONG.

So the only thing she could do was keep masturbating. Indeed, she was certain
that she could make herself cum, as she'd done so many times before.

Ross was nearly in a trance, watching Monica's blow-job and listening to her
erotic sounds. He had no idea her voice could be so provocative. He almost
wanted to congratulate Chandler on his excellent choice of a wife. But
clearly, Ross knew that this evening would have to stay between him and his
surprisingly willing sister.

Monica's eyes opened as she felt a hand gently take her chin, and the cock
was pulled from her mouth.

"What? What is it?" she asked. Her hand paused as she sat up slightly. "Am I
doing it wro-"

"No, no," he reassured her with a smile. "Believe me. You're doing it right.
Oh god, you're doing it right... I, I just had an idea. Something else I'd...
I'd like to do."

To answer her questioning look, Ross walked around the couch and picked up
Monica's bathrobe. He draped it over the wide arm of the big chair, and took
her by the hand to lead her over. He sat Monica down, to straddle the arm.
Ross looked up and down her open, inviting legs. The bare balls of her feet
rested on the rug in front of her, giving a perfect curve to her flexed
calves. His mostly naked sister watched him, still uncertain of his plan.

Ross stripped off his shirt, and moved toward Monica. He put his hands around
her waist and squatted slightly to line up his dick between her thighs.

"Wait! No, Ross. We can't," she protested, placing a small hand on his chest.

He paused, then gave a gentle laugh. "Oh, um, no Mon, I wasn't trying to,
like, have sex with you. I just... um, wanted you to, you know... rub... on
my... y'know... with your..." She knew.

"Oh," she said, somewhat relieved. "I guess, I guess that would be okay.
Um... I guess I could do... that."

Even though they were having almost every form of foreplay known to man, it
never struck them that they were laughably uncomfortable talking about it.

Monica put both hands on his chest, scooted back, and raised up slightly off
the broad chair arm. Ross slipped his long hard cock underneath her, feeling
her wetness as his member skimmed against her pussy. His knee pushed into the
chair seat and he lowered his weight down onto the very end of arm. Monica
settled in, her lace bra grazing his torso. One nipple still exposed and
barely touching him.

They sat there, closer than they'd ever been before. Closer than any brother
and sister ought to be.

She began rocking her body, rubbing herself along the length of his shaft.
His pubic hair tickled her clit each time her hips pivoted forward. Little
twinges of pleasure signaled in her frame.

"Like this?" she asked softly, her gaze riveted on his neck.

"Oh, Monica, like that," he assured her, still grasping her tiny waist. Soft
wet pussy lips kissed his penis. A hard fleshy rod throbbed against her cunt.

Ross stared at his little sister. She seemed almost unaware that her
fingertips were playing in the hair on his chest; gently caressing his
muscles. Her rocking continued, and those soft short moans began emanating
from her again.

He rested his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes. His baby
sister was doing things for him that he'd never done with anyone else. His
hands came up and he wrapped her in his arms. Such an intimate, yet carnal
embrace.

He pulled his head away, and her face came up. They looked into each other's
souls. Ross leaned in, and Monica's eyes slowly closed as his lips barely
brushed against her own. But before they could kiss, she jerked away, her
body stopping.

"No, Ross. I can't kiss you. I can't... like this..."

Ross chuckled softly. "You can, you can do all that other stuff... but
kissing is out?"

"Ross, please. I'll do this for you, but I just- I, I can't..."

"No, that's okay, Mon. Just, whatever you're okay with," he said tenderly.

Monica thought for a moment. "Maybe I should... turn around," she offered.

As if dismounting a horse, she swung her leg over the chair arm, but Monica
quickly was back in the saddle, facing out the open window.

She said softly, "Oh god, I hope no one's watching us."

"Just don't think about it," he replied, sliding his dick back under her. His
abdomen pressed against her ass.

"Yeah, I guess if anyone's looking, they've already had an eyeful," she
conceded. Then she looked over her shoulder. "But we really need to finish
this soon. This is the last thing Chandler needs to walk in on." They shared
a little laugh, imagining how much he would freak out. "So do you think this
will make you... you know."

"Uh huh, I think it will."

" 'K," she acknowledged. Monica turned back and placed both hands close
together on the arm of the chair. Her hips resumed their short, slow rocking
motion. She felt her clit rubbing on the firm ridge of his head. "Omigod,"
she muttered with a soft moan.

Ross ran his hands along her back, caressing her soft skin. He came to her
bra. Monica felt his fingers dip into the elastic... a gentle pulling of the
cups against her breasts... and then a release of the pressure supporting her
chest. It didn't matter that she was already nearly naked, nor that she was
using her body right then to try to make Ross cum. No, it was just that
simple action, that one thought; her brother was undressing her. THAT was the
most erotic thing to enter her mind all evening.

He slipped the straps off her shoulders and slid them down her slim arms. She
looked down at her bra, hanging around her wrists and draping over her hands.

This was so dirty. This was so erotic. This was so much what she wanted.

Ross brought his hands up and cupped his sister's breasts; something he'd
wanted to do ever since he watched her doing it herself, a short while ago.
They fit perfectly in his hands and he began caressing them. Tracing their
hard areolas and the peaks of her erect nipples. Monica felt her brother
giving soft squeezes to her breasts, and gentle pinches to her nipples. Her
mind shifted between the sensations in her lower and upper body.

Monica's fingers dug into the padded chair arm. The sturdy furniture was
holding up quite well, despite its unexpected use. Her left foot rested on
the floor. Her other knee pressed into the cushion, with her foot hanging off
the chair. She felt Ross' leg rubbing against her ankle as her body moved.
His stomach against her back. His hands on her breasts.

"Damn, Ross would be such a good lover," she allowed her mind to admit.

Her hips continued their work, moving back and forth. Ross reveled in the
sensation as Monica's pussy lips rubbed up and down his shaft. The robe
beneath where their genitals met had turned a deeper shade of pink, as
Monica's body responded to her activity. Soon, she was practically
drenching his dick with her arousal.

"Ohhh Monica, that's it," he groaned.

"Can you... can you cum?" she asked, panting, as her labor of love went on.
Monica herself wanted to cum and she knew she could cum. Hell, if this was
going to get Ross off, there was no reason she shouldn't get herself off,
too.

"Oh, totally," he replied, with his hands roaming her body. "Just don't
stop... oh, don't stop, Mon."

There was no way, by that time, that she would stop. Her body moved with a
workout more satisfying and more enticing than anything she'd done at the
gym. She focused on the hard dick underneath her. The occasional flinches
of that cock. The warmth and pressure against and just inside her pussy lips.
The feeling of the head now grinding against her clit.

"Uhhh," she moaned, closing her eyes. "Oh god... oh... oh..."

Her long hair had fallen across her face, though she neither noticed nor
cared. A chill shot down her back as she felt fingertips brush the left side
of her neck, pulling her locks over her shoulder. The gentle caresses on her
cheek and neck raised goosebumps. Her brother's soft touches were in stark
contrast to her own rapid, impassioned motions.

"Oh yeah... mmm... like that... just like that," he encouraged his sister as
he kissed along her neck.

"Uhn... uhn... uhn... mm... oh god... oh god... mm..." she uttered, her
crescendo approaching. His hot exhale on her neck and shoulder gave an added
aspect of eroticism for her to focus on.

Monica felt Ross' body begin to tense. His stomach undulated against her back
as he took deep rapid breaths.

"Keep going... keep going..." he said through clenched teeth.

She ground herself against him, moving her hips as rapidly as she could.
Monica wanted her own orgasm, and hastened to bring it on. She directed her
thoughts to the wonderful titillation of her clit polishing his head; the way
his ridge slipped back forward and back across her sensitive flesh.

"Almost there...." he grunted.

"Ross, please, not yet... please... let me cum too," came her breathless
pleading.

But groping his sister's body, feeling her cock-dance, and hearing her beg to
cum; all were more than he could resist. Ross groaned as he fired between her
legs.

"NOOOOOooooo," she cried out, momentarily feeling deprived of her climax.

Concentrating only on the sensations in his body, Ross threaded his arms
under hers, and pulled her back against himself. His fingers wrapped up and
over and pressed into her shoulders, holding her in place. Monica felt his
cock throb with ejaculation.

Her hands clamped onto his hips behind her as she attempted to keep rubbing
herself against his shaft and head. Her breasts swayed on her chest, bouncing
between his forearms. Her lower body's actions persisted frantically. She
looked down and saw streams of cum still landing on her robe and hitting the
insides her thighs as Ross' months of pent-up passion exploded.

As the rush abated, Ross began sliding back and forth, feeling his sister's
soft wet pussy on the top of his dick, and her textured wet terry-cloth robe
below. Eyes closed, he kissed the back of her head, lovingly. He let go of
her shoulders, then one arm dropped down and across to grab her tit. The
other hand brushed her hair away from her neck. Ross passionately kissed and
licked along the side of Monica's neck as he kept her trapped in his embrace,
fondling her breast.

"Oh, Monica," he moaned, oblivious to his sister's lurid plight. She was
still trying to rub herself to orgasm on him. But with Ross' languid sliding
and Monica's frenzied pace, they couldn't fall into sync. She hovered so
close, yet her zenith was enticingly out of reach.

"Make me cum, dammit," she whined in frustration, her hips acting with a mind
of their own.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, Mon," he said quickly with realization. "What, what do
you want me to do?"

"Just make me cum," his sister replied, panting. "I'm... I'm so tired... but,
but I need it, Ross...

His hip motion stopped and his free hand slipped down between Monica's legs.
Ross' fingers found her clit, just as his dick slid backward beneath her to
give access to her flesh. His fingertips moved in tiny circles, with her
clitoris tucked between them. He kissed her earlobe. She felt his breath
blowing across it as he spoke.

"Will this work... for you?" he intoned with still-heavy breathing.

Her eyes were closed as she focused on the feeling of being masturbated. Both
her clit and her breast receiving their own specialized attention. Massaging
fingers. Talented hands.

"Maybe... yes... I... I don't know..."

"Just let it come, Monica," he whispered. "Let it come."

His voice was somehow erotic and comforting at the same time. Her lips parted
and she moaned softly as she melted in Ross' embrace. She wanted so much to
let him bring her.

Incestuous rubbing was soon joined by Ross' renewed kissing along her neck.
The whirlwind of action of a few minutes before was replaced by an equally
enticing, yet far more romantic scene. She turned her head to him, silently
beckoning his lips to her own. Her prohibition of kissing was quickly
forgotten as the siblings devoured each other's mouths.

She wrapped her hand around his head, holding him near her shoulder. Monica's
covered moans grew louder. She broke their kiss just long enough to say,
"Press harder."

Ross followed her direction, and Monica simultaneously pushed her crotch down
against his hand. As she did so, she felt the head of his cock begin to part
her lips. The strong teasing of her clit was overshadowed by the simple, firm
pressure at her entrance.

"Omigod," she thought, "he's almost in me. No!... no, we can't."

But her hips seemed to disagree. They imperceptibly slid forward and back,
rubbing his head as far in as the dark-haired beauty dared to go. She ended
their impassioned kissing and turned back, away from him.

"Monica, can you-"

"I don't know, I don't know," her whining answer interrupted him. "Ross, I,
I need you to make me cum."

With new vigor, his finger worked back and forth, firmly on her clit.

"No, Ross," she whispered.

"What should I-"

"Please don't make me say it," she blurted out, shaking her head.

Then the realization of her meaning hit him. For the first time, he noticed
that his dick was still hard; that his cockhead was just barely inside her.
Ross' hand stopped moving and he simply held her.

"Mon, I... I need to know you... um... want..." His words trailed off.

The clock on the wall ticked loudly as she struggled with the admission.

"Say it," he whispered in her ear, sending an inviting chill down her spine.
She almost felt as if she had no choice but to follow his direction.

"Go-, go in me. I need to cum. And, and I know that'll do it."

Ross gave her a kiss on the cheek, that was brotherly, yet in this
circumstance, strangely erotic. He released her breast and her body was
gently but firmly pushed forward. She lifted her ass slightly off the chair,
to let him go all the way in. Her hands rested on the back and arm of the
furniture. She stared at the floor behind it. Her mind forced away the
gravity of what they were doing, and what they were about to do.

Monica felt his hands run along her back. They slipped around her waist, and
came to rest on her hips.

Her head came up and her hair flew back, and she groaned deeply as she was
gradually filled with her brother's cock.

"Do it, Ross," Monica begged, quietly. "Make me cum. Please... please," she
fought to say the word, "fuck me 'til I cum."

Ross slowly began screwing his sister. After everything she had done for him
that evening, he was more than willing to fulfill this lurid duty.

As soon as she experienced the first sensation of penetration, Monica became
quite desirous to let him fuck her. The feeling of that hard dick repeatedly
filling her was taking her higher, little by little.

"Oh yeah... oh yeah," she gasped between exhales, "... do it slow."

In... and out... in... and out... he granted her request. As he did her, Ross
played with Monica's long black hair, that flowed over her shoulders and down
her back. So soft, so sensual, so sexy.

"Oh yes... yes..." she whimpered, eyes tightly shut.

"Oh god, Monica, this feels so good," he groaned.

"I know... I... please... keep doing it..."

"Uh huh," he agreed simply, as he stared down at his dick sliding in and out
of his sister. Her hot, wet, velvety pussy gripping him tightly. It was the
most erotic, dirty, glorious sensation he'd ever had.

He touched her; every part of her that he could reach without stopping their
fuck. Caressing her soft shoulders and arms. Cupping her hanging breasts.
Gripping her firm ass. Rubbing her trim legs and toned ass.

Soon, Monica found herself pushing back onto him, in perfect time. Her orgasm
growing, fed by his hard flesh.

"Harder... harder..." she directed, "I like it hard..."

Ross complied and a sensual feminine grunt popped out of her with each
thrust. "Uhn... uhn... uhn... oh... yeah... yeah... hard... hard!..."

She felt her breasts swaying beneath her as her body was rocked by her
brother's loving force. His hands wrapped around her hips, holding onto her
for leverage, as he pounded his thighs against her. His dick buried all the
way in her each time, ramming against the upper wall of her cunt. His loose
balls slapped against her tingling clit.

"OH! OH! YEAH! FUCK! ME!" she screamed. "OH! ROSS! ROSS!! HOLD ME! HOLD ME!"

Monica stood up slightly and was enveloped into his arms. He squeezed her
tit and sucked on her ear and kept on fucking her body. If only he could have
seen the look of utter sexual abandon that graced her face, Ross probably
would have shot again on the spot.

She aimlessly reached back, trying to find his body. Wanting to touch him.
All she could find was his hips and then his head. Her fingers gripped his
air for a brief second. But then she contented herself with grabbing his
forearms, as they enfolded her.

"Uhhhhhhh... UUUUHHHHH..." Each moan grew in volume and pitch. Her climax
began to swell upward from her pussy. Her fingers clutched his arm, in a
white-knuckle grip. "UUUHHHHH!!... OH YEAH!," she screamed as the full
strength overpowered her. "AAAAHHHHH!!!"

Ross held her upright as he thrust forcefully up into her. Monica convulsed
with her orgasm. Each thrust sent a spasm through her frame. Her petite body
was racked with lusty fury, and she was able do nothing but let it to happen
to her.

Monica's face matched the impassioned intonation of her voice. "YEAH... OH
YEAH... OH!... OH!... YEAAAHHH!!!... UUHNN... UUHNN... Uuhnn... uuhnn...
mmm... mmm... ohhhh... mmmmmm..." Her moans took on a sexy mellow whimper
as she came down.

Her exhausted body collapsed in her brother's arms. Time seemed to stop as
they stood there like that. Ross holding her. Tenderly kissing her neck. His
hard cock still up inside her. Both panting for air. Soon, Monica brushed her
tousled hair from her face as she swallowed and cleared her parched throat.
Her lips, dry from her erotic screams, were soon moistened by her able
tongue.

She moved, causing Ross to release her naked body. Monica leaned forward and
pulled off him.

Silently, they looked around the room, both catching their breath and
wondering what they should do next. Neither sibling felt embarrassed or
guilty, yet both questioned whether they ought to.

Monica picked up her robe from the arm of the chair, and upon noticing the
very damp fabric, decided against putting it on. She demurely tried to hide
her breasts with her forearm, as she glanced around for any other garment.

Ross looked at her and smiled at the cute absurdity of her modest gesture.

"C'mere," he said as he took Monica's elbow and pulled her to him. She found
herself once more in his embrace and instinctively nuzzled his neck. Her
nipples pressed into his chest. She felt his cock against her stomach. Monica
looked up at him with soft eyes, taking in his smile, which she genuinely
returned.

Ross kissed his beautiful sister. Their mouths embraced over and over. The
emotion they shared in those kisses was one that they knew could never be
described to anyone else. Equal mixture of sibling love and sensual love.
Their lips slowly parted.

"Thank you," he said simply, as he stared into her dazzling eyes.

She put her head on his bare chest and caressed his back, as she replied,
"Any time, big brother... any time."

    

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