Title: Amazing Self Control
Author: Anonymous Shadow
Rating: R for sex
Summery: his best Friend's younger sister wants him, he wants her, but he has amazing self control (hence the title)
REview: I'll love you for it ::grins:: give me my drug


Note: I couldn't think of any good names for the characters (that's why there isn't any reference to them), let me know if you have any good ideas.


*Amazing Self Control*

She was sitting on the couch, writing something when I walked into the room. She closed the notebook as I sat down in the chair across the room. There was a bulge in my pants just from looking at her, she had that affect on me. She was my best friend's younger sister, I shouldn't want to take her to bed when I just walk into the same room as her, but I did.

I was staying at her family's house, and my best friend' and their parents were gone, doing God knows what. This left me alone with the woman who managed to end up in all my most erotic fantasies, and wet dreams.

She was wearing one of the shortest skirts I had ever seen, and she had changed positions, so that she was sitting Indian Style (cross legged) giving me a perfect view of her panties. I looked. I wanted to hit myself as the bulge in my pants doubled painfully in size. She was wearing black lace, they were tiny, and curls peeked out on either side.

I looked at her face, she was watching me look at her. The next thing she did was totally unexpected. She looked at me, a saucy smile spread across her lips, and she then spread her legs apart on the couch so that she was practically doing the splits. I thought I was going to explode. My pants were getting tighter. I bit back a moan and looked away.

I turned back when I saw her stand up out of the corner of my eye. She walked to the middle of the room and pulled her skirt down over her slim hips giving me a full view of the panties I had been admiring earlier. I was right, they were black, but what I hadn't noticed is that they were lace, and practically entirely see through.

She closed the distance between us, and grabbed my hand. At this point I didn't know what she was going to do next, but what she ended up doing wasn't even close to what I guessed. She brought my hand up and placed it against her panties, right over where the entrance to her sex to be. The panties were wet, and she moaned at the contact.

I did the dumbest thing any man has ever done, but what was right in the circumstance, I pulled my hand away. I looked up at her. You're my best friend's *younger* sister, this isn't right. I'm not going to take you.

She just looked at me as though I hadn't said anything. I'm wet from just looking at you. She sat down with her legs apart in front of me, and pulled the bottom of her panties to the side. Her curls were wet, I could easily see that, my little friend noticed too. She looked at my fly and grinned wickedly. Suddenly she thrust two of her fingers inside the moist entrance, making her moan and through her head back in ecstasy.

She thrust her fingers in and out, rubbing her erect jewel, and making me want to take her there right in the middle of the living room, but I didn't. I had to look away again, the temptation was too great. Suddenly her moaning stopped and I looked back at her. She had removed her fingers, and by the look on her face I could tell she hadn't caused herself an orgasm. She stood up, and abruptly grabbed my hand again, and thrust two of my fingers inside of her. This brought the loudest moan yet out of her.

She was warm, wet, and tight. I wanted to move my fingers, and my penis inside of her, but I didn't. I compromised, and left my fingers in her, but didn't move them. She was gasping for breath, and it took a few seconds for her to register that nothing was moving inside her slickness. She looked down at me and upon realizing that I wasn't going to give in, she did the work for me.

She pulled my fingers in and out of her. She brought her other hand to mine, and placed a third digit inside. I moaned at this. This is where I want your dick. Thrusting into me harder and harder until you can't take it anymore. She said breathlessly. I had never heard or seen her act this way. She was never so vulgar, or...horny. She lead my fingers to her pleasure spot. I moaned as she bucked against my hand, finally having an orgasm. She pulled my hand out. It was covered in her juices. She flicked her tongue over one finger, taking a small bit off.

She brought my hand to my mouth, I brought all three fingers into my mouth. She tasted almost sweet, not like I had expected her to. She straddled my lap, and ground herself against me, eliciting a groan from both of us. I had to stop her before I lost all of my self control. I picked her up and carried her like a baby over to the couch.

I layed her down but she sat up again, and grabbed the belt on my jeans. I merely looked down at her as she undid the buckle. She unbuttoned, and unzipped my fly. She pulled my boxers down a bit, releasing my manhood. It sprang free, erect, swollen, and throbbing. She pressed her lips against the tip, and I groaned, I had to refrain from pressing my hands against her head, and pushing the rest inside the warm encasement of her mouth. She sucked hard on me. I didn't want her to stop, but I knew I had to end it. I pulled myself out of her, took a step back and stuffed my unfulfilled manhood back into my boxers. Closing my pants I left the room, not looking back at her.