Jackson came into the kitchen and to find Jane standing at the sink. She was wearing most of her school uniform, a short plaid skirt and a plain white t-shirt, her button up shirt in her hands. She had spilled red juice on it when she was at school. She was trying to wash off the stain, but was mostly just splashing water up on her top she was wearing.

Jackson stood in the kitchen door, just arriving at the house. He stared at his best friends little sister. He knew he was arriving early, but this was why. He walked up behind her and slid his hands around her waist. Jackson turned her around and pressed into her causing her to feel him through his pants. She looked down and could see the tent in his pants.

He kissed her hard on the lips, pushing her up against the counter of the sink.

She was shocked at first but then realized who it was and deepened the kiss, then wrapped a leg up around his waist. She grinded into him, throwing her head back out of the kiss and moaning, her mind blank besides the pleasure building in her. She felt his mouth connect with her neck and moaned as he nipped her with his teeth.

His right hand travels up under her shirt while his left hand grabbed the counter supporting them. He cupped her right breast, pushing the bra out of the way. He caught her nipple between his finger and thumb, twisting and pinching causing her to moan.

He could feel it grow hard and he rolled it between his fingers. Another moan escapes her mouth as he leaned forward and buried it into his neck.

She brought her hands up behind his neck and brought her other leg up and wrapped them around his waist and he brought his hands to her ass and lifted her up to sit on the counter, holding her above the sink. She squeezed on hard causing him to groan and grind into her before she dropped her legs to the side and brought her mouth to his and pulls him in as close as she can.

He brings his hands to the hem of her white shirt and pulls it up over her head, then her hands drop to the hem of his shirt and she does the same. She brought her palms to his nipples and gently rubbed them causing him to shutter and groan. She felt them get hard before running her fingers run down to his belt buckle. She undid his buckle and his undid his pants letting them drop to the ground. He stepped out of them before reaching behind her and undoing her bra and pulling it off her, throwing it to the side.

He slid is hands up her thighs in a rush and hooked a finger along the wet material and pulled it down. He then slowly ran his fingers up her inner thighs, pushing her legs apart and sliding a finger along her slit, feeling how wet she really was.

The look that she gave him was all he needed to lift her up, turn, and lay her on the counter in the middle of the kitchen. He climbed up onto of her and parted her legs again, this time using his leg. Before he could position himself above her and enter her, her hand shot up and grabbed him. He groaned and it took all he had to hold himself back as she rubbed her hand up and down him. He knew that he would last much longer, so he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. She smirked at him before he drove into her.

He dives into her, leaving nothing out. He buries himself into her repeatedly as she throws her head back, her hands holding onto the counter above her. Their breathing gets heavier and as he slams into her he moves his mouth to her nipple and bites and tugs at it, moves to the other one before going back to her mouth.

As they both reach their orgasms, he pulls he closer to him, he thrust getting shorter and faster as her is barely pulling out. She can feel her walls clenching and feels him shoot off into her.

As they lay on the kitchen counter, breathing ragged, they don't hear a car door slam out side.

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