Angela's Sister

 

When he got home, he was too depressed to even think about doing his homework. He trudged up the stairs to his room and collapsed on the bed. The phone rang and he had to trudge all the way back down to answer it.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hi," came Angela's voice.

"Where have you been?" Tyrone said. His loud voice surprised him. "I was so worried about you."

"You were?"

"Yes," he said, more calmly, suddenly feeling less confused.

"I'm sorry. I didn't feel like going today."

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. I just had to think for a while."

"Did it, I mean, did it ..."

"Yeah, it did."

"That's good, I guess. Angela?"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I don't know, but whatever I did last night to upset you, I'm very sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry. I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have said those things last night. I'd like to make it up to you."

"Ok," Tyrone said, his heart filling with joy.

"Will you come over? I'd like to see you tonight."

"I'll be there in thirty seconds."

Angela giggled. "Bye," she said.

"Bye."

Tyrone raced so fast to her house that he was afraid he was going to get pulled over. He skidded to a stop in front of her house in less time than it had ever taken him before. He jumped out of the car and ran to her front door. She stood there with the door open, smiling at him, wearing a white, satin robe. Angela looked more beautiful than any woman in the world. She let him in. They looked at each other without any words, and embraced each other in a strong kiss.

"I missed you so much," Tyrone said.

"I missed you, too. I'm sorry I didn't see you at school."

"I forgive you, for everything." He kissed her again. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she whispered breathlessly, kissing him. "Let's go up to my room."

She took his hand and led him slowly up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom. Tyrone felt his pulse rising and his heart beating faster. He wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he was sure he was going to like it.

Once they'd reached the privacy of her bedroom, Angela stepped back from him and, with Tyrone's complete attention, opened the robe and let it fall off her shoulders. Tyrone's eyes grew wide. Under it, she was wearing nothing more than tiny, lacy, black panties and a tight, lacy, black bra. He looked at her body from her long, lithe legs to the flare of her hips and slender waist, to her heaving chest and her smiling, warm face. He had never seen her naked before.

"You look ..." he began. "You look ..."

He could not find the words. Angela simply smiled modestly. She sat on the bed.

"Now take your clothes off. I want to see what you look like."

Tyrone was trembling with nervousness and anticipation. His heart was pounding and the roar in his ears was deafening. First, he pulled his shirt off over his head. He looked at Angela and she seemed pleased to look at his hard, muscular arms and chest. He felt so lucky that she wanted him.

He stepped forward and put his foot up on the bed between her knees.

"Untie that for me," he said.

Angela laughed nervously and sat up and untied his basketball shoe. He put that foot down before lifting the other for her to untie. Tyrone kicked off his shoes, unzipped his pants, and let them drop to the floor. Angela gasped and he looked up at her. She was staring at his hard cock. For a moment, he was afraid she was going to freak out again and ask him to leave, but she looked intrigued.

"Come here," she said in a deep, husky breath, motioning with her hand.

Tyrone approached the bed. She moved over and he laid beside her. She laid back on her side, facing him. His penis was long enough to lay over the bed across the short distance between them. Angela reached out to touch him. Her fingers grazed over his shoulder and chest, down over his stomach, and touched his penis. Tyrone gazed into her eyes.

"Lay back," Angela said, firmly pushing him back.

Tyrone laid flat on his back, waiting for whatever she wanted to do. She leaned over and kissed him, pressing her hand into his chest. She quickly sat up with her knees tucked under her and removed the brassiere. Tyrone's mouth watered at the sight of her beautiful, soft, round breasts, and she laid back, tugging the panties off.

"I shouldn't have stopped you last night," Angela said. "I know how anxious you were. You're probably even more anxious, now."

Tyrone grinned, but he wasn't about to tell her what he did with his sister last night. She leaned over him again and kissed his chest. The strange sensation gave him goosebumps and made his nipples as hard as small, pink, buttons. She lightly kissed each nipple, licked the left one, and began sucking. Tyrone moaned, squirming like so many girls he had made squirm in the past. Angela shifted to his other nipple and sucked it, as well. His cock throbbed painfully, aching for some sort of relief.

Angela drifted down, kissing his abdomen every few inches, until she reached the tender area of his groin right above his penis. It was too heavy to stand straight up, but it was harder than a bar of solid steel and so red and throbbing that it looked like it might explode. It was standing mostly upright, curved over like a tree in a strong wind. Thick, purplish vein stood out on its surface, making it look like some sort of evil, alien creature.

Angela moved down again and hovered over his penis on her hands and knees.

"Does it hurt?" she said.

"Yes," he groaned.

Angela put her hand around it and lifted it. It swayed in a heavy, floppy motion. Her grip was light, tender and gentle. She lightly moved her hand up and down and Tyrone groaned, squirming more urgently on the bed. His legs kicked and his toes curled. It felt so good, but it was agony all the same.

The anticipation was going to kill him.

She let her warm breath entice that sensitive head. He felt something soft touch it and looked down. She was kissing it, smothering the head with her lips. Her tongue came out of her mouth and, with a soft, wet, smacking sound, she began to lick around the swollen, purple head.

She put the head in her mouth and began to suck, but she did it in a timid, innocent way that he found so incredibly erotic. He breathed out a long, deep sigh. He could let her suck him like this forever, but he didn't want to cum in her mouth.

He touched her cheek and she looked at him.

"Roll over," he said.

"I want to put a condom on it first."

"Ok."

Angela reached for her night stand and took a small condom packet from a box. Tyrone saw the box for the first time and realized she must have expected to be pretty busy. She tore open the packet, pulled out the thin, latex condom, placed it over the end of his penis, and, holding a small bit pinched in her finger, rolled it all the way down his cock. It was a very tight fit, and rolled down about three quarters of the way before it ran out.

When she was done, Angela sat back and looked at the thick, smooth, long and shiny pole sticking up from Tyrone's body before her.

"Is that too tight?" she said.

"It's tight, but I think it will be all right."

"Good," Angela said, and rolled on her back beside him, giggling like a little girl on an Easter egg hunt.

Tyrone crawled up on his hands and knees over her, his shiny, latex-covered staff hanging down between his legs making him look like a sexually-aroused horse. He bent over and kissed each of her nipples, sucking them in turn.

"That feels so good," Angela moaned.

Her nipples were taut, hard, pink points. She seemed to melt under him into the mattress, becoming a pool of passionate flesh. Tyrone closed his eyes as he fervently sucked her nipple. Her heat rose from her body and enveloped him completely. She was a naturally gorgeous woman. Without clothes, Angela was very exquisite.

Her breasts heaved as she breathed deeply. Her upper body narrowed sharply at her waist and then flared out again very seductively at her hips, giving her a classic, hourglass shape. He was very taken by her appearance. Tyrone wanted to make her cum before he put his penis inside her. He moved down, spread her legs, and stared at the beauty of her flower for a few moments, then bent forward and kissed her exposed labia.

"Oooo," Angela gasped, spreading her legs wider.

Tyrone tenderly licked her wet slit, occasionally poking his tongue into her hole. Angela squirmed with pleasure, moaning and squealing out loud. Tyrone licked her with exuberance, swirling his tongue around her clitoris like he was cleaning her from the inside out.

"Oh yes ... oh yes ... oh yes," Angela panted.

Her legs were hanging over his shoulders, and they started to flex and her whole body jerked with strong spasms. Her moans and pants turned to screams and shouts, and Tyrone figured she was cumming.

Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. He turned her on her stomach and spread her legs. She screamed in surprise and fear, but clamped her mouth shut and stifled it. Tyrone pulled her hips up, reached between her legs to spread her pussy lips, lifted his cock to her cunt, placed the head between her moist, pink lips and entered her. Angela's body jerked and she started to scream, but cut it short.

Tyrone clamped his hands around her hips and pushed. From Angela's closed mouth came a muffled cry and her body jerked again, but Tyrone's cock wouldn't go into her. She was a whole lot tighter than he thought she'd be. He inched closer to her and tried again. With a harder push, his cock began to slide into her at last.