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My Playmate, My Sister

By: Braindard



I'll be honest, growing up with a sister like mine was no cakewalk. It was abundantly clear that my sister, Sara, was destined for some form of modeling from the moment she started developing her killer body in her early years. All throughout high school she had the attention and longing gazes of every boy, man and even some women there. As I went through my freshman year, lusting after any bit of female I could grasp, I was constantly teased about my senior sister's looks and how much every one of my friends would love to "bang her." 

Now I won't lie and say I didn't notice; after all, I was in the peak of my sexual desires too. However, my thoughts never strayed beyond the occasional hope to see her coming out of the shower or undressing in her room. I did get a peek every once in a while, but it was all innocent and never got out of hand. Luckily for me, Sara was incredibly wholesome and modest about her looks, having a few lucky boyfriends here and there but largely displaying her beauty in tolerable amounts. So even though I had to stare down or ignore someone for the occasional comment about Sara's "hot ass and tits," I never felt embarrassed by any of her actions.

I suppose I should probably tell you what she really looks like. Aside from a body that looks to be sculpted from marble, she is about 5'3" weighing just over 100 lbs. She has 24" waist and from inspecting some of her more seductive lacey bras in the laundry is done I know her breasts measured a full 32C which I wanted nothing more than to at least any chance I could get. She has the most gorgeous eyes, more green than hazel, framed by a cute, freckled face and tiny chin. To top it all off she has the perfect shade of blonde hair with dark streaks, which she wears in a variety of styles mostly with long bangs swept across her face. 

Unfortunately, in high school I was a shrimpy little kid, never really breaking 130 lbs. until my senior year, when I finally came into my own. So when Sara brought her usual slough of beautiful friends around, I was always just her little brother to them. It didn't matter to Sara though, she was a bit nerdy like me and was always willing to play a video game or two or watch a movie late at night. She even got me with a few pretty girls if she knew their older sister or invited me to a party she could maneuver me around. She and I got along well, and even though we didn't interact much at school, we have always been good friends. After she went away to college across the country we separated a bit, but whenever we were both together we were thick as thieves.

But things changed for her early in Sara's Junior year of college. As I walked through a convenience store on my way to the train home from school, I caught the top of a Playboy on the clearance rack behind the counter. 

"I'll be damned if that doesn't look just like Sara's face," I thought, not even realizing what that would mean if it really was her. 

I asked for the copy, and after I showed my 19 year-old driver's license to the cashier and a sideways glance, he handed it to me. The photo on the cover, now many months old, was definitely in Playboy's usual style, airbrushed and photo-shopped to an almost unrecognizable degree, but I was 95% certain it was my sister. She was body-painted in the same colors as her college, Oregon State, and displaying what I had always known to be her fan-fucking-tastic form. I had no time to dwell on it, however, as my friends were all waiting so I shoved the Playboy into my backpack, paid and headed outside. I could barely focus on getting to the train and then home, and I don't think I said a word for the whole ride to my stop 30 minutes away. 

I was in shock; "would Sara really do that? She's always been adventurous but this is totally different," I thought.

When I finally got home I made for my room as fast as I could after a quick catch-up on the day with my Mom. As I pulled out the magazine and that's when I knew for sure, the beauty on the front cover was my sister. I thumbed through the pages and opened up to a her spread, not even thinking of the taboo implications. There she was, for all the world to see, and what a sight it was. She was going by the name Sara Jean Underwood, obviously not the same as our family name. She was every guy's wet dream, clearly the best looking in the entire magazine, and she was my sister. I had to say it in my head a few times before it really set in, and after a cold shower I pulled out my phone and decided to text my sister.

"Hey Sara, anything new," I wrote.

A few long minutes later, I received:

Sara: "Nope, nothing really, I'm coming home Friday, a week early for summer, though!,"

Me: "That's cool, is something going on?" 

Sara: "Just felt a little overwhelmed is all."

Me: "Anything you want to talk about?"

Sara: "We can catch up when I get home in a few days, okay?"

Me: "Sure, I miss you."

Sara: "Miss you too!"

Soon enough it was Friday and I was nervous to see my big sister so soon after the recent development. I decided to do a little research online, and I wasn't prepared for what I was about to see. A quick search of her name brought a whole bunch of results, at least three photo shoots - all stemming from the fact that she had apparently been crowned playmate of the month in July. I clicked on each gallery and scanned the page, seeing my sister laid out in a bunch of unbelievably sexy poses in all states of undress. I couldn't help it, the pictures were turning me on. I imagined her laid out on the window-bench in my room, looking at me straight in the eye as she pulled her top off, light glancing off her just like it did in the pictures. In my daze I didn't even hear the sound of my sister clamoring up the stairs, and then standing at my open door, seeing clearly what I had found.

"Okay, now I know what that text was about," she said as I clicked out of the browser at the speed of light. "No point in pretending now, we obviously are going to have to talk about this." 

I just stared at her, she was different than the last I saw of her about 8 months before that. She was tan, her hair was better than it had ever looked, and she was in the best shape of her life. Even her clothes were thin and more revealing than ever, and after looking at the pictures on my computer, I realized I would never see her the same again. 

"Come here and give me a hug first, I've had a long day of travelling," she said with fatigue thick in her voice.

At 19 years old, I was a full 6'0" and taking good care of my body had left me at 180 lbs. with a decent shot with women. I walked up, towering over her now, and she sank into my arms. Maybe it was what I had just seen on the computer, her clothes, or maybe it was something she was doing on purpose, but every part of her seemed to be pressed against me. I could feel the swell of those amazing breasts pressing against my chest, and my hands around her felt a toned backside most girls dreamed of. 

"You've really grown," Sara said, leaning most of her weight into me as she ran her hands innocently over me. 

We hadn't seen much of each other the previous summer as she was working (at Hooter's I later learned) near her school in Oregon. That and the 8 or so months of school had given me plenty of time to grow, gaining an inch or two and a ton of manly muscle, if I didn't say so myself.

She moved away from me and looked into my eyes, saying "I need you to be calm about this, and to please not talk to Mom or Dad about it until I'm ready." 

Still slightly aroused, I pulled myself together, "Okay, but you have to tell me all about it at least." 

She eagerly agreed. We sat in my room, the loving brother half of me paying attention to her story of how she was found in a little Playboy talent search I had seen on the cover of that fateful magazine and how the feedback on her first photos was so good they decided to make her Playmate of the Month. The other half of me could not stop thinking of what I had seen and how this beautiful specimen in front of me could be seen by anybody in the heart-stopping galleries online, and that she was my sister! 

"...so what do you say?" I snapped back in. After a short pause she knew I hadn't heard the question. 

"I know this is a lot to handle, but let's just do our best to act normally around each other, okay Andrew?" 

I agreed of course, and she hopped out of my room, her sculpted little butt swaying a bit as she turned and shot me a slightly mischievous smile.

All things considered, it was pretty normal around the house for the next few days. Our parents were rarely around, busy with their work or fairly hefty social lives, so I didn't have to deal with blurting out our secret to them. Sara was out visiting friends during the weekend and I was studying for finals, albeit occasionally distracted by the fact that I had a Playboy Playmate living under the same roof. One night as I studied for a relatively easy exam the next day, Sara came in and we talked for hours, her in tight white tank top and some tiny shorts, teasing me, maybe not so unintentionally, the entire night. She told me she had dropped out a few months ago because things were going so good with Playboy. Then she began to talk about her love life, something that had never really been off limits with us. It was obviously different now to talk about love and relationships and sex, for my mind kept straying to what a man might do with a girl like my sister in the privacy of their own room. 

"I can't relate to any of the guys I am meeting, they all are kind of slimy and just want me because of my photos. I miss being with a guy who might actually care about me, and I miss the sex too," she said, blushing and looking down, missing the wide-eyed look I had on my face. 

I told her about some of the girls I had dated, and even noted a hint of bitterness as I named a few girls she apparently didn't approve of. She curled up in my arms as we talked through all of the changes in both our lives and we fell asleep together, laying a comfortable distance apart.

When I awoke I felt like a million dollars, warm and cozy and ready to get up and shower before my test. Slowly waking I realized the coziness came from the gorgeous girl I was now tightly spooning and who had wrapped herself around one each of my arms and legs. It was both loving and arousing, and I realized my hand was gently resting in the middle of her perfect chest. I tried to slowly move out of position but she only latched onto me more, pushing my hand further into her soft, cotton-covered breasts. I knew it was only a matter of minutes before I hardened fully and she would easily be able to feel it. That worry disappeared as she closed the space between us and nestled her tight bottom right over my shaft.

"Mmmmmh, good morning Andrew," she said softly, wiggling a bit as she turned her head to look at me. 

It was excruciating to resist the urge to thrust forward between her cheeks. There was that suggestive smile again. 

"I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time, I am so glad to finally be back," she whispered. 

"How long will you be staying? Are you going to have to leave for any more shoots soon?" I asked quietly, trying not to move or address the fact that I was aroused by my sister. 

"Actually, there is talk about making me Playmate of the Year, but I don't think I stack up to the competition. Either way, I have another shoot in a few weeks," Sara said, turning to face me and finally relieving the pressure on my growing problem.

I paused, appearing deep in thought, "Yeah, I wouldn't count on it." I said sarcastically, making a funny face at her as her mouth dropped, insulted. 

In mock anger she rolled on top of me, battering my chest with playful blows as she straddled me, both of us laughing as I grabbed her wrists with one arm and tickled her always sensitive sides with the other. As she twisted to avoid my prying fingers, her hips ground lightly down on my still slightly enlarged member, and I could hardly focus on the tickling for all of the pleasure it was causing me. 

The wrestling intensified, both of us breathing hard between laughs and feeling her lithe body against mine. Our play continued, and I rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed with her hands above her head. Her tank top had ridden up by now, revealing a mouth-watering abdomen and her bottoms were scrunched up towards her waist. She panted beneath me and arched her back, trying to push me off of her and once again forcing herself against my engorged cock. Still holding her down I moved my mouth to her abdomen and blew, making a funny sound like I used to when we were just kids. The subtle scent of her body wash and perfume lingered and she squealed as I rubbed the morning whiskers of facial hair on her smooth skin. 

Displaying that she had obviously been working out, she somehow gained leverage over me and flipped back on top, her legs interlocked with mine, straddling my thigh. I could swear I felt faint yet rhythmic thrusts against my leg with her nimble frame squashed against my chest. I could feel her warm breath on my ear and she finally sat up raising her arms in victory as I gave up, exhausted. If I hadn't been so entranced with our arousing battle, I might have noticed her nipples standing proudly and entirely visible through the soft cotton of her tank top.

Our horseplay ended, and as I looked up at her with her abdomen and firm breasts heaving from our tussle, I knew then that she would undoubtedly win Playmate of the Year. It was almost as if she read it on my face, because she gave me a little peck on the lips and hopped off, maintaining the innocence our little slumber party had began with. She had the walk of an angel and she once again smiled at me as she bounced out, swinging around the frame of the door and out of sight. I laid there for a few minutes, trying to pull myself together and shake off any further thoughts of the hottest woman I had ever laid eyes on; it was no easy task. 

As I worked through my exam, my thoughts occasionally strayed to Sara, wondering what was going on and if I was out of my mind for thinking of her as any more than a sister. The exam was as easy as I thought it would be, so I finished and returned home early. When I got back my sister was at the fridge, deep in thought, biting on her finger as she always did. Dressed in tiny jean shorts and an oversized football jersey, tied at the waist and hanging slightly over one shoulder, I thought of she now seemed to know exactly what to wear to complement her figure. I scolded myself inwardly for then thinking it would be better if she wore less.

"Oooh, you scared the shit out of me," she said as she jumped and the jersey fell the rest of the way down her shoulder, revealing the strap of a black bra beneath. 

I wanted to ravish her on the kitchen table right then and there as she turned her head and cocked her hips, playing at my desires. 

"I was just going to make us both lunch, how did your test go?"

I told her about it as I sat at the table and she prepared lunch, slapping my hand away a few times that I reached for some little morsels. 

"I've been taking cooking classes," she told me, "It's funny because I'm finally doing all the things I want to do, maybe I wasn't cut out for college anyway." 

"You're nuts Sara," I fired back, "you have always been the smartest girl I know, and are probably still the only female who can beat me in any game on the Xbox.... you're amazing." 

She glowed in response to my comment her striking eyes locking onto mine, "I love you so much Andrew."

We ate and chatted about this and that, and I realized that even though Playboy Playmate status had taken her from a hot young girl to a to-die-for image on the page of a magazine, we still got on as well as ever. 

"So I was thinking," she interjected, "I've got to go to this club tonight and shake hands with a bunch of the higher-ups of Playboy here, but I don't really want to go alone. They might be a little weirded out if I brought my brother, but do you think you might want to go as my date?" 

"I mean, sure, if you think that's okay," I fired back, excited but nervous. 

"Of course it is," said Sara happily, "I'd just love to have someone to hold on to, it can be kind of intimidating considering the nature of the work." 

She told me a little more about the night and what was in store, some dancing, some drinking and of course some more playmates - which I obviously couldn't complain about. The rest of the day went on with little consequence, we watched a movie together and caught up on some work individually.

After I had thrown on a nice button-up and dress pants I went and sat on the couch and waited for Sara, who was never on time. When the doorbell rang and I hopped up to answer it, I was surprised to see a expensive-looking limousine sitting in the driveway. 

"We should be going sir, wouldn't want to keep Sara's employers waiting." said the driver. 

Just then, the click of heels on hardwood alerted us that Sara was finally ready to go. As I looked up I nearly collapsed, and so did the driver. Sara wore a red, slightly shimmering dress, cut low between her breasts and high on her thighs. Her cleavage was so perfect I could die happy right there, the dress seeming to be holding on to it for dear life. It clung to her form and I couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight. As she gracefully stepped down the stairs in her simple but sexy black heels, the driver struggled for words. 

"Good e-evening Miss Underwood, I am d-d-david, your driver for tonight."

Sara was a good sport and thanked David as we walked out the door. As I took the first step out the door, Sara stopped me and whispered in my ear, causing a tingle to run through my body, 

"I think he saw something he liked." 

Not to be outdone, I turned and whispered back, "He wasn't the only one." 

She squeezed my hand and after she got in the limo, David, who was holding the door said, "You are a lucky man." I knew I was.

Sara sat close to me the whole ride there and her presence was intoxicating. The night pretty much went as Sara had described, we sipped on drinks while meeting a whole bunch of people who pretty much jumped over me to get to Sara as she answered their questions. When all of the connections were finally made, Sara dragged me toward the bar and said 

"I need a shot or two, I almost couldn't stand it anymore."

I agreed and we both winced back two shots of something that was way above my budget, apparently free of charge. Then came playmate introductions. Some were scattered about the dance floor, others at various bars about the classy establishment. I recognized some from television but most were gorgeous and unknown to me. I did, however, notice that almost every one of them paled in comparison to Sara.

Sara dragged me onto the dance floor among the beauties and we were innocently spinning each other around and sharing the occasional close moment as the alcohol began to work its magic. Then, as if in a dream, Jessica Burciaga, a crush of mine with whom I had spent a little time flirting with earlier grabbed me for a dance. The beating music, dark atmosphere and ever-present buzz of the alcohol had me confident and forward as the tanned, Latina beauty pushed against me. She was beginning to really get into it, grinding her hips against mine in away only a fiery girl like her could. I was in another universe, doing what every guy always dreams of, and with her hands on top of mine I felt every inch of my long-standing playmate crush. 

I obviously wasn't paying attention to much else because it took me a while to notice that Sara, who was nearby, had found a guy and was dancing against him too. I tried to disregard the immediate pang of jealousy I felt, but it would not go away. Jessica was now doing her most seductive dancing, pulling my body into hers, our breath heavy upon each other, but it wasn't enough to keep me from stealing a glance at my sister across the way. Her dress was catching the little bit of light on the floor and her body was unfathomably sexy as she moved to the music. Once more I looked, and I saw on her face the same jealousy I had felt. Our eyes locked. We stared at each other as the music seemed to get quieter, and our dance partners continued their movement around us. I knew she wanted to be dancing with me at that moment, and I, with her. At the end of the song we thanked our partners, and Jessica planted a kiss on my lips, slipping a note into my pocket and whispering for me to call her.


My Playmate, My Sister Ch. 02



My sister Sara and I lay spent in each other's arms, Sara's head nestled in the crook of my neck allowing me to take in the sweet aroma of her hair. We had just encountered the most passionate sex either of us had ever had, and despite the fact we both wanted more of each other, neither of us had the energy to move. Instead we drifted off into a satisfied slumber. Even though I had just experienced her in the most intimate way possible, my dreams were still filled with visions of my sister, and for good reason. She was the soon-to-be playboy playmate of the year and possibly the hottest women in the universe: Sara Jean Underwood. I imagined taking her in every position, in every place I could think of, immersed in her beautiful moans of ecstasy.

I knew I could tell nobody about this new direction in my life and the incredible luck I had stumbled upon, not that anyone would believe me anyway. It was all too much of a fairytale that a normal guy like me, though I like to think I'm handsome and charismatic, would ever find myself in the arms of a goddess like Sara. She was the very image of perfection: smooth, with a toned form, soft, hand-filling breasts, flowing blond hair and an absolutely angelic face. Though it had taken me finding her in the pages of a playboy, I now couldn't possibly imagine making love to a more ideal woman than Sara.

"Girls like Sara don't show me the time of day," I thought, "let alone my sister!" 

Nonetheless, as I awoke to an empty bed the next morning and shuffled downstairs with sleep still in my eyes, there she was. She truly was a goddess, her silky blonde hair cascading around her gorgeous face. My eyes continued down, taking in her petite frame, smooth and toned in all the right places. I watched her for a moment as she bounced around the kitchen; it was like I had court-side seats to one of the playboy photo shoots I had found of her online only a week ago. She seemed so happy, with a beautiful smile on her face and an energy in her step that made her glow; it was even better to know that I had a part in her cheerfulness. As she bent over to reach one of the lower drawers, a flash went off in my mind, reminding me of a pose just like one of the photos I had seen. Then she arched her back and reached her hands up, stretching out the morning stiffness, flash, a sexy pose only Sara could do just right.

Flash again, I wish I'd had a camera as Sara reached up to a shelf just a bit too high for a coffee mug, the little yellow sundress riding high enough for me to see the pair of pink, lace bottoms she was wearing. Sara heard me behind her and knew that she had been giving me a show, making sure the cup she wanted was far enough back to prolong my view. As she finally grabbed the mug she wanted, I slid behind her, causing her to shiver just a little at my touch. I put my hands on her arms gently and simply stood there, taking her in.

"Good morning to you too Andrew," Sara said seductively.

"When you weren't there this morning, I thought I had dreamt it all up." I complained. I rubbed my hands up and down her arms and she leaned in to me lovingly.

"I considered giving you a little wake-up call," Sara said, placing her hand gently on my hardening cock over my boxers, "but I figured you might want to rest a bit more, I don't think I've ever been with a guy who lasted that long before."

I couldn't help myself, I slid my hands under the bottom of her dress, strongly moving them over her smooth skin until we came to cup her flawless breasts. Sara continued massaging me through my shorts and my cock grew into her palm in response. She reached up and scratched at the back of my head with her free hand. Showing off the flexibility her yoga had brought her, Sara turned and arched her back to bring her lips to mine, still facing forward with my hands kneading her luscious mounds. 

The feeling of our hands upon each other was so gratifying for both of us that we pushed against each other, Sara firmly planting her toned ass against my growing member. She stood up a bit on her toes and pushed her little but over my shaft. A few soft and playful bounces against me and my body was begging for her. My hands continued their worship of her body, one focusing on her squeezable tits and another on her curved hips. I reached for her bottoms while still grasping one of her breasts, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. We dry humped each like that for probably three minutes, our desperation and haste getting the better of us. 

Sara needed me, and she writhed beneath my grasp, her hands prying me closer to her. Her heavy breaths forced themselves out as she tried to keep her tongue locked in a back-and-forth battle with mine. She purred soft moans at me, her hips rotating her lower half around my hardness. I could almost feel the heat of her sex against my boxers and it snapped me back to reality. I had to be inside my this gorgeous playmate now and as much as I could while this sexy little jackpot of luck was within my reach. My own sister was the very definition of my lust and love and probably was of any guy she had come across since her first photos were snapped. I reached down between us and hooked my finger on her panties and began to push her bottoms down, preparing to take her right then and there. We were both aching for it, holding our breath as the material slid down her silky when... 

"Hello!" said our mother, opening the front door.

The mug Sara had been holding dropped from her hand into the sink, shattering, as both Sara and I scrambled to separate. I slid onto the stool at the island and Sara smoothed out her shirt just as my mother rounded the corner and gasped.

"Sara!" both of us frantically looked around, thinking we had missed something that would give us away, "you didn't tell me you were going to be home!"

I sighed in relief as my mother moved to hug Sara and I shook my dad's hand as he followed his wife into the kitchen. I noticed that my father was looking across the kitchen instead of at me as I asked about their vacation. his eyes were locked on his little girl, whom he had not seen in months, and I figured he was reacting to the sight before him just as I had when I had first seen Sara days ago. 

"Sara, don't you think you should be a little more covered around your brother?" asked Jim, our father as I poured myself a bowl of cereal.

"Nice to see you too dad," Sara said with a smile on her face, "besides, it's not like I was looking at me anyway, he's too focused on his food as always."

I immediately looked down into my cereal bowl and shrugged, hoping my dad wouldn't push the issue any further. I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep my cool now that my mom and dad were back and our watchful eyes were upon us.

"I'm sorry, and it's good to see you too Sara, and I'm glad you're back," Jim rebounded, "just try to cover up a bit more, okay?"

"Sure daaaad," Sara drew out.

"Leave her alone honey, she's a grown woman now," said Karen, our mom. "Speaking of which, Sara, you have got to get me on whatever diet you are, because you look great!"

As the women chatted, our dad told me that he had forgotten his laptop charger at home, and that they could only stay for two days on the boat trip they had planned; ten days was too long for a lawyer such as my father to be out of contact.

"So kids..." started Karen, "we still have the sailboat for eight more days, well seven now, and I think we should all head back to Florida today so we don't end up wasting the money."

I could feel my luck turning from bad to worse. my morning had started with the prospect of fucking the most gorgeous blonde vixen I'd ever known, my sister, and a playboy playmate over the sink before I even ate breakfast; and who knows what the rest of the week could have had held in store. I looked over at her, even with the flowing dress I could make out her sexy frame, and I couldn't believe I had just been cock-blocked by my own parents. Sara caught me looking at her and made eyes at me to answer my mother.

"I don't know mom," I said unenthusiastically, "it's kind of short notice. Besides, how could we all even fit on the boat, especially with your friends already there."

"First of all," replied Karen, "I know for a fact you have nothing else to do, and second, this is not just any sailboat, it's built to fit six comfortably. Of course, you'll have to share a room with Sara but it's nothing you two haven't done before."

Sara and I stole a glance, smirking at the double meaning, and we could both feel our luck turning. We knew we couldn't say no to our mother's request and since Sara didn't have any photo shoots with playboy scheduled for a few weeks, her tan could certainly use some work before then. (Her work with playboy was still unknown to Sara's parents and she intended to keep it that way as long as possible.) We had nearly been caught fucking in the kitchen moments before and had planned to do so as often as possible before our parents returned home, but all was not yet lost.

Hours later, we were packed and headed to the airport once again. Sara and I sat as close as possible in the backseat without looking inappropriate as the car bumbled along. Sara had to fight off smiles and giggles as I gave her knowing looks and we chatted with our parents. If we were alone, we wouldn't be able to keep our hands of each other, but in only a few hours we would have the opportunity once again.

"I'm dying over here," I whispered to my sister as we both exited the vehicle.

"Me too, just a few hours and you can show me just how HARD it is for you." she whispered back and pretended to stumble as she exited the vehicle, pressing her little ass against my yearning cock.

As we made our way through the airport toward our gate, Sara thought about how things had changed in the few nights since she had returned home. There had never been a shortage of guys begging for her attention, but the way she and Andrew had come together had just felt so... natural. He was just the kind of guy she was always looking for, caring and cute, but sturdy and down-to earth. All the guys she had met since college and now in her work with Playboy felt so fake to her. They were no different than the TSA officer who joked that she had been randomly selected for a pat down before eye-fucking her and waving her by. She nearly threw herself at me and wrapped her arm around mine when we were both through, she was so disgusted with everyone but me.

Our affection for each other became more manageable now that we had been forced to act appropriately for long enough. The flight to our connection in Nashville was uneventful save the not-so-jokingly references we both made toward joining the 'mile-high club.' We talked the entire flight, interesting and loving conversation that had brought us so close in the first place. Our parents looked across the aisle, happy to see our children getting along so well as Sara slumbered on my shoulder for the last half-hour before landing.

Unfortunately, as most things usually do, not everything worked out so peachy in Nashville. Due to our short-notice seats, and though we had gotten lucky in Chicago on standby we would not be taking the afternoon flight to Jacksonville as planned. Even though our father could afford it, even the first class seats were sold out, so given the choice to stay the night and take the flight the next evening, we chose instead to rent a car and drive the rest of the way. Nobody was too happy about that, but once again we found themselves shooting down the freeway toward our destination in no time. Always opting for the more luxurious option, our dad had rented a large van with comfy captain's chairs and a large back row.

After we all stopped for dinner, our father announced that he would drive through the night and the rest of the family could sleep unless he needed a replacement. With the sky now completely dark and our mother keeping my father awake in the front seat, I moved toward the front, asking:

"Everything okay up here?"

"You bet, we've got our snacks and this Cat Stevens special on the radio has got us in a great mood," replied Karen, enthusiastically.

"Well, I haven't gotten much sleep from finals this past week so I think I may go pass out on the seat in the back," I said with grogginess in my voice.

"Hey!" fired Sara, "I wanted that back seat, Andrew." 

"You'll just have to share it then, it's plenty big for the two of you," Karen mediated.

I looked back, now realizing what my sister had intentionally done, and saw that naughty grin on her face she'd shown me multiple times since she'd been home. Our father turned the music down in the rear speakers and I made my way toward the back. Sara quickly followed me, and as I laid down on the large backseat, Sara took her place in front of me, sliding her sexy frame so that I spooned her ever so slightly.

Karen looked back at her two children; they seemed to be fidgeting a bit to get comfortable in the darkness of the backseat. She could just make out their forms but thought that the seat must have been smaller than she had previously judged.

"Andrew, why don't you be a gentleman and take one of the blankets and lay on the floor so Sara can sleep comfortably," she implored me.

"It's okay mom, he's a big oaf but there's enough room for me," Sara teased. "Oohmphf," she let out just as she was finishing her sentence. 

"What's the matter honey," Karen asked upon hearing her daughter's funny noise.

"Nothing mom, just caught a bump back here," she lied.

Truthfully, as Sara was teasing me to our mother, I had worked my hand to her breast and pinched her nipple solidly over the fabric of her cotton t-shirt. Sara moistened at the contact and knew we had to be extra careful with our parents in the front. She reached behind her and took hold of my cock with her hand ever so slightly. She could feel me thrust my hips forward at her touch and she wished we were alone so we could both release the intense feelings of desire we had felt for the second time that day.

"You know, I actually wanted to get a little sleep," I said quietly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, you go ahead," Sara replied, cutting off all contact and crossing her arms in front of her.

Too turned on by having my fuckable playmate sister curled up in front of me, sleep was now the last thing on my mind. Instead I began to tease my sister by tickling lightly at the backs her crossed arms, trying to break her from her feigned stubbornness. Sara leaned away as I touched her, trying to sell her act further, but I was not discouraged. I moved my hands down her abdomen and slipped my fingers just under the waist of her athletic shorts. I moved them slowly around the waistband, massaging gently; it was becoming impossible for Sara not to react. Then I began pushing the shorts down just below her hips, exposing the white cotton panties underneath and the wet patch they held over her sweet quim. As I moved my fingers toward it and felt the spot, I knew she wouldn't be able to hold out for long. I began to push one finger against the puffy lips over her panties.

"Still going to hold out on me?" I challenged her quietly.

"You're the one who wanted the sleep," Sarah said back, holding her ground.

But truthfully, Sara couldn't take it anymore, Andrew was too good; it was as he I knew all her sweet spots as well as she did. She began to gyrate her hips back against me and we were once again spooning firmly against each other. If felt so good to have Sara back in my arms, and having her mouth-watering cheeks split over my fully hard cock didn't feel so bad either. 

Rather than let me continue, Sara sat up quickly and quietly and reversed her position. Her face was now rather close to my cock, and she wasted no time. She grabbed at my waistband and pushed it down over my cock. I could feel her warm breath on my shaft and nearly shouted as she grabbed a hold of my member and took the tip into her mouth. Not to be outdone, I pushed her shorts and panties down her legs in one move and grabbed her hips in both hands. Simultaneously, we then began to pleasure the other.

I darted my tongue out over Sara's clit, licking first in broad stokes and then quickly over her little nub. Sara held back a scream, and may not have if she had not been inching my cock into her mouth at the time. After she worked it in and out about half-way a few times, Sara sucked gently at my tip and flicked her tongue out over the slit. I was in heaven - and I too began to breathe heavily. Using my fingers while continuing my attack of her clit with my tongue, I reached up and worked a finger inside of her tight little hole. She began bucking at my touch and felt as if she could hardly concentrate on the blow job she so wanted me to enjoy. I continued to lap at her cunny and Sara started moving involuntarily; I could feel how strong her core was as her hips bucked in my hands. I sucked her clit into my mouth and pulsed around it as Sara neared her orgasm, her pussy now getting wetter with each passing second.

Sara too was getting the desired effect out of her efforts; I could barely keep up licking at her with my tongue in between heavy breaths as Sara's head bobbed over my stiff cock. I had pulled her on top of me by now and placed a blanket over our bodies. The captain's chairs hid our heads from view but if our parents had flipped the lights on we would easily be found out. Not to mention that Sara let out the occasional squeal that was apparently just quiet enough to be drowned out by the radio. I was glad of it because the I loved the sweet sounds that Sara made, letting me know I was doing a good job on her. 

"Sara... Sara... I'm almost there," I alerted her.

I expected her to release me as I continued stimulating her with my fingers and tongue, but Sara had no such plans. Seconds away from release, she could feel me unintentionally thrusting toward her and she took me in as far as I could go, massaging my soft sack with her nimble fingers. Once, twice, a third time she slid her luscious lips almost entirely up and down over the length of my cock. On the third she held me there and I began to pump my semen into her mouth. I was in heaven, breathing out heavily onto her wet pussy as I shot rope after rope into her throat. Never before had a blowjob made me orgasm so hard. I shuddered as Sara pressed her lips over my sensitive tip, swallowing and erasing all traces of my release.

But Sara had been close just before I came, so as she proudly kissed the tip of my member, I picked right back up where I had left off. Sara was back in no time to her panting and twisting about as I grasped firmly at the soft skin of her ass and began to sink my tongue into her soaked canal. She tasted so sweet, and I held her tight as she involuntarily fought my hold on her because the pleasure was so intense. She was dripping now, and had to bury her head in the seat in order to hide her moans from our parents. I began to fear that they might turn around, but ignored the thought as I sent my sister over the edge. She arched her back, pressing against me as I continued plunging my large tongue in and out of her, making sure to connect with her clit every time. Sara came hard, and as her eyes rolled backwards and her vision went stark white, she was immersed in a warm bath of ecstasy. It flowed over her body forever, and when she finally came to, she had to push my head away from her drenched pussy; even my breath was too much for the sensitivity I had caused her. 

She lithely moved back into the spooning position, and we lay there with each other, two lovers lay in a post-orgasmic bliss, unfathomably satisfied and proud. 

"I don't think I'm ever going to be able to let you go Sara," I spoke to her, softly.




My Playmate, My Sister Ch. 02



"You don't have to," she whispered back "besides, I don't know where you learned it but I've never cum like that from oral in my life, and I'm not about to give that up."

We held each other close, our unknowing parents sitting only a few feet away. Sara's backside felt so good against my front that I still couldn't imagine sleeping, despite the release we had both shared minutes before. Sara's shorts and panties were still bunched just below her knees, so when my cock started to stir again, it pressed right between gap between her legs. She was wet as ever and my shaft slid slowly along her slit as it filled along with my desires.

"No way," Sara protested "it's too risky."

But as she resisted me verbally, her body sung another tune. With my hands exploring and massaging the tips of my fingers coming into contact with the sides of her breasts, Sara once again began to writhe under My attentions. I grasped at her body, hands firmly over of 34C tits, her perfect, erect nipples poking into my palms. She could distinguish the tip of my cock from my shaft as we both began to gyrate against each other, Sara still resisting penetration. It was almost animalistic, our bodies moved on our own, needing each other just as much as our first time only a night before. At some point, Sara's worries of being discovered by our parents began to dissolve; she could only think of getting Andrew inside of her. I hadn't even thought about our parents since I had first had my cock in the playmates mouth minutes earlier and I wasn't about to start now. Just as we thrust a final time and pulled away from each other, Sara reached down between us and pointed my rod at her opening once more. I pushed past her slick folds and into her drenched tunnel, feeling like I belonged nowhere else as her walls clamped down on me.

"Do you two want to stop for something to eat or drink before you fall asleep?" Both the children froze as our mother looked back at them. 

With my hard cock now fully inside of her, Sara could barely think let alone respond to her mother. It was all the two of us could do just to stop from continuing our incestuous activity without even responding. Sara's bald pussy pulsed in anticipation, gushing around the invading member and ready for it to begin thrusting in and out of her. With much effort Sara managed, "I think I'm rather... oohhh... full at the moment mom." I could hear the ecstasy she was feeling in her voice and was now afraid our mother might too, but I gave her a daring little thrust mid-sentence anyway.

Sara turned her head and looked at me wide-eyed, shocked that I would carelessly jeopardize our secrecy by fucking her as she spoke to our mother. Her big green eyes staring into my only made me want her more and I pulled slowly out of her and pushed back in again, watching her mouth open and pupils dilate in response. I couldn't even stop my slow assault on Sara as our addressed me,

"You too Andrew," my father, Jim asked, "are you too comfortable back there to stop?"

"Yeah pop, you don't even know how good it feels..." I thrust into her again, "being able to finally get some..." another thrust, "rest."

"Alright then, we will see you in the AM," said my father.

Sara and I were already miles away as our mother turned out the final light in the front and the only lights were coming from the dashboard and headlights. We were the only ones on the road and Sara and I now found ourselves in complete darkness. I resumed sliding my cock in and out of my big sister, the heat and feeling of having her tunnel wrapped around me excruciatingly pleasurable. She moved just right and I relished the feeling of my hands upon her, feeling her strong, sexy body moving in front of me. I kissed her neck and sucked at it, her skin tasted sweet and I wasn't even surprised. I pulled my cock all the way out of her and held the tip right against her opening. I then prodded slowly at her, pushing into her pussy less than an inch each time. Sara made a frustrated moan and reached down between us.

"God damn you....uhhh," she let out as I pushed into her just a bit, "just fuck me.... put it all the way in.... fuck......ohh...... you asshole."

I loved what I was doing to her, her need for me was so genuine and I so enjoyed teasing her like this. One more prod and Sara's patience was gone, she reached down and took firm grasp of my cock and pulled it towards her. Her hand wrapped around me felt so good that I lost track of my intentions and started to oblige her. The feeling of being halfway inside my sister and her hand holding onto my other half was like no other feeling in the world. In one last effort I stopped and held there, grinning.

"If you don't fuck me.....oh god..... right now," Sara demanded, "I'm going to straddle you.... and ride you right in front of mom and dad."

Happy with the results of my teasing I gave in to Sara and thrust the rest of my cock inside of her velvety tunnel. I moved slowly at first and began to pick up speed and Sara was now panting her approval. After a minute or so of jamming my pelvis against her soft, grab-able ass I was now pounding in to my sister with passion and Sara rotated her hips in earnest to get more of me inside of her. She felt like she had never been filled quite this perfectly and she grasped onto my hands, interlocking our fingers as if to tell me. 

Now free to move about, the little gymnast in Sara maneuvered so I lay under her and she rest atop me, weighing down against my chest as we remained locked together at the hips. I could only make out a little bit of the playmate's body so I once again began to paw at her with my hands. She loved the feeling of my big, strong fingers probing at her, rubbing every inch of her body and squeezing her breasts and ass lightly. Sara lifted her tiny hips and then sank back down hard on my engorged member. Her mound mashed against me as she did so and she rotated around a bit upon each meeting to stimulate herself further. 

"Andrew... Andrew..." Sara whispered in my ear with lust thick in her voice.

Her panting into my neck drove me crazy, even more so when she flicked her little tongue over my neck and earlobe. I took hold of her pistoning hips and added to her up and down plunging motion by pushing up to meet her. Our lips eventually found each other and Sara rubbed a hand through my hair as we explored each other's mouths. Sara's tongue wrestled mine strongly, mimicking the rhythmic movement of our bodies.

Sara could feel her orgasm approaching, and she knew it would be a powerful one. The little blonde playmate thought of how taboo it was that she was fucking her little brother, and so dangerously close to our parents at that. The thought only served to bring her closer to climax and Sara continued to slide up and down on her brother's pole in search of it. She whimpered into my mouth and then released my lips slightly, breathing onto them. The soft blows of her breath were stimulating and sensual; I was now close to cumming as well.

"I'm close Sara," I warned her

"Oh my God, me too," my sister managed between thrusts. "Come inside me, please Andrew... uhhh... come inside."

Her begging brought me so close to release that I held on for dear life so my sister could have time to climax. I didn't have to wait long, three more full strokes into her moist channel and she was clawing at my back as she began to cum. My body tensed and Sara sat down hard onto me, impaled and writhing on my cock. Then it hit, my sister and I began to orgasm in unison, clutching each other tight. Jet after jet I pumped into her and Sara bit down on my muscular shoulder to hold back her screams. She could feel herself being filled with my cum and her pussy only clamped down harder on me to experience it. As I released a torrent inside my sister, I was in absolute bliss, cumming so hard that I pushed into more strongly, seeking further depths in which to spray my incestuous seed. She was mine, and if I was going to mark my territory I wanted to bury my cum as deep inside of her unbelievably tight pussy as I possibly could. Sara embraced it and shifted to allow me deeper, bucking in time with her heartbeat on my cock. She milked every single drop out of me as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Sara's soft cries of passion were so sexy I felt like I was once again in a dream. My sister, the playmate of the year was still climaxing atop me, holding my rod firmly inside of her as she came. I held her until she shuddered for the last time, my cock still too sensitive to move. Sara relished the feeling of still being filled and she lay limp atop me, taking deep breaths to recover.

It made me smile to think of how careless we were when making love, casting aside all cares in search of each other. Sara's tight t-shirt was bunched over her beautiful breasts and her bottoms had fallen to the ground. She was disheveled as all get-up and we were both basking in our post-orgasmic amazement. Suddenly, a light flipped on in the cabin and our mother grabbed a water from the package in the middle row. Sara's shorts and panties were visible on the ground from her seat and her naked children were a foot away from them. Were it not for the blanket, she would have been able to see her my mostly-erect cock still buried inside Sara, her daughter, fluids from our lovemaking escaping between us. Furthermore, it would have taken very little effort to see that Sara was laying directly atop me. We held our breath and begged that our mother wouldn't discover the hot, incestuous romp that had occurred right behind her. 

Sure enough, Karen's eyes moved quickly over the cast-aside bottoms, her brain not making the connection. As she shut off the light, both of her children let out a sigh of relief. 

"That was close," I sighed. Sara only giggled in response.

With that, I teased Sara with one more little thrust and then slid my softening dick out of her. Sara grinned naughtily at the action and kissed me firmly. Our tongues played lethargically for a moment before I rolled Sara off of me. We hugged each other close, my package pressing tenderly against her folds and Sara's soft breasts against my chest. Making eye contact, we examined each other in our satisfied states before we drifted off to sleep. We still had days of sharing a room together ahead of us, but for now, fucking each other in the backseat of a car driven by our parents seemed enough for a lifetime, or at least until we woke up the next morning.



My Playmate, My Sister Ch. 03



Sara was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, and more than that she was smoking hot. Her adorable facial features, soft blonde hair, amazing personality and so many other attributes made her beautiful. Her breath-taking body, her breasts, that sexy way she walked, the way she teased me, that's what made her hot.

Sara had gotten back from "school" only a few weeks ago and before she did she had been first and foremost my sister. Now, that hadn't changed, we still shared that same love for each other and I felt I needed to protect her as I always had. However, after the last two nights we had shared together, sharing each other, things had deepened between us and we agreed it was for the better. Sara had always been a great sister, and we had always been very open with each other; talking about our romantic interests and often touching lightly upon the involved sexual activity was rarely out of the question. But this was a new type of openness; she was both my sister and a fantastic lover to boot.

I had seen Sara, or as they called her: Sara Jean Underwood, on the cover of Playboy, her first shoot with them happening to catch my glance as I walked through a local convenience store. I had seen her in gallery upon gallery of subsequent photo shoots for the magazine, completely naked and sprawled out for me to see. I knew it wasn't just for me and obviously so did Playboy, because they were planning on making her Playmate of the Year for all the success her nakedness had brought them. But when Sara got home, what I saw was just for me; her sexiness and the perfection that she'd brought to the pages of the world-famous magazine was within my grasp. Something clicked between the two of us and whether it was the way I could not take my eyes off of her or the security and comfort she found in being in the arms of her brother I do not know. There is one thing I do know now, however: I am the luckiest brother in the world.

It isn't all so romantic; having the cute little playmate around me and constantly recalling the feeling of being inside her and the desire to do so again is far from that. But can I really be blamed? I mean, it's like everything she does plays right into my desire for her. From the way she squeezes my leg as she lifts herself out of the car to the bouncy strut she pulls off as she crossed the causeway onto the boat... like I said, I couldn't take my eyes off her. As we made our way to the sailboat we'd agreed to take a trip on when our parents interrupted what was going to be a sex-filled week for the both of us, even the traveling outfit she wore had me at half-mast all day long. As I watched her checking out the boat from top to bottom, squealing at its more luxurious features, I took her in greedily.

That first day she wore a pair of jean shorts that could have been painted on. Her cute butt taunted me as she leaned over the side rail and looked down at the cool blue water. If our parents and their friends hadn't been right there I would have come up behind her and let us both feel my hips against hers as I pinned her against the rail. Above the shorts was a cropped, loose and transparent top that hung over one shoulder at an angle, displaying the soft skin of her shoulder and neck and of course the sexy, muscular midsection that I couldn't get enough of. Under the top was a pink bikini, or maybe it was a bra... either way it pushed her breasts up just so and despite the fact that I'd held them naked and full in my hands, I felt like I'd never seen them before hidden underneath layers of clothing I just wanted to tear off.

She knew it too. Sara smiled at me with every chance she got, and even wiggled her butt at me when she knew the others weren't looking. A few times, she'd catch my eye and then reach down to adjust her top, shaking her beautiful tits in place and pushing them up further; I had to sit down and catch my breath when she did that. She pretty much spent the few hours we took preparing the boat as an opportunity to drive me bat-shit crazy over her. By the time we finally cast off and were leaving the harbor it was all I could do not to grab her tiny frame in my arm and drag her downstairs to fuck her silly for all the trouble she'd put me through.

But we finally did cast off get out to sea and things calmed down a bit. We sat on soft, colorful cushions in the stern of the boat with the sail billowing above us and a cool breeze brushing back the wisps of hair that had fallen from behind Sara's ear. Sara draped my arm over her innocently and we chatted with the adults about everything under the sun. When it came to Sara's college life, I had to play it extremely cool, knowing that she hadn't told anyone from home about her work with Playboy. But we made it through and chatted as the luxurious sailboat cut through the ocean waves and out further and further until land was only a dot on the horizon.

Sara was hands-down the hottest female under the Pacific sun that day if you asked me, but that wasn't really a fair contest, and there was another woman aboard giving her some competition. See, the man my parents had been invited aboard by was an old work friend of my dad's and his new wife. My dad and his friend Brian were successful partners at a law firm and had done very well for themselves, including the women they had married. My parents were getting older, though still in great shape. Brian was much the same: a good-looking guy, with a kind disposition and salt and pepper gray hair that, combined with the obvious wealth had brought him Julie. Julie seemed to be a great wife for him, loving and trustworthy, but obviously that wasn't the only reason he'd chosen her for the long-haul.

Julie was young, probably only in her early thirties and didn't even look that. She had long, wavy brown hair and freckles sprinkled all over her body. Brian was obviously proud of marrying her and I'd heard him boasting about his sex-life with the gorgeous brunette to my dad on more than one occasion - sure he was a generous guy, but as money often does to people he was also kind of a tool. Still, I thought 'good for him' as I saw him not-so-innocently holding his wife against him in their place across from me. I might have even found myself desiring her if I didn't have the soft skin of my sister pressed against my shirtless torso reminding me that there really was nothing more desirable than her. When Brian playfully grabbed at Julie's thigh I glanced over at Sara and when our eyes met I knew their antics were turning her on.

Julie stood up at one point (I couldn't help but notice that she had a great body as I saw her stretch in front of us) and invited Sara to help her get drinks:

"Hey girlfriend, want to help me throw some margaritas together for everybody?"

Sara in her usually bubbly tone responded, "Sure Julie, lead the way."

As they headed below deck I watched both of their bikini covered asses swish back and forth on their way to the hatch and then disappear. When they returned I was of course blessed with the view of their front. Julie was not as top-heavy as Sara, but she was just right in her own sexy way. Sara must have caught me checking out Julie because she gave me a squinty knowing look as she sat down and handed me the slushy drink. We chatted some more and Sara kept up her antics. She scooted closer into me and licked her lips when I looked toward her; she was unbearable.

By the time Julie suggested that we drop anchor and go for a swim as the sun set, I was completely stiff and struggling to position my penis so that it didn't bare itself for anyone to see. Sara knew of course, and even wrapped as much of her hand around it as she could when we were the last ones on deck before she hopped in the water. I was going to teach her a lesson that night for sure.

We waded in the water, more back and forth chatter and a floating tray of drinks between us. Everyone was staying pretty warm in the cool water with all of the alcohol being passed around. Hardly anyone noticed when Sara challenged me to a race and took off before I could say yes, heading for the front of the boat. I caught up to her and grabbed at her ankle, pulling her tiny frame back and feeling it brush along me as I passed her.

She screamed: "Cheater!" as I swam to the front of the boat and made contact with it before she could. I threw her a look of boastful pride as she paddled the rest of the distance to me, defeated. I grabbed her hand and helped her to float next to me; she was tired from the swim.

"That's not fair," Sara complained.

"I'll tell you what's not fair..."

We were concealed from the view of our parents, Julie and Brian at the front of the boat now. I could still hear them laughing and bantering as I took Sara's hands and lifted them over her head to a bar in the railing. She held them there, lifted ever so slightly out of the water.

"What's not fair is all of the teasing you've been doing all day and the fact that I could do nothing about it. That's not fair."

She was stretched out in front of me, and her legs wrapped around me, helping me to float there and to pull me closer to her. So much skin...so much of her flawless body was on display for me, and her beautiful stomach, the subtle protrusion of her ribcage from her lifted arms...I was in heaven.

"What are you going to do about it bro?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

I took both hands and planted them firmly on either side of her waist, sending them upwards and hearing her breath out sexily in appreciation. It was answer enough for her and she approved further when I pushed the tip of my cock against her mound. Even covered in hers and my bathing suit, it was obvious that the head was indenting lightly into her, and if it wasn't than her involuntary gasp proved it.

"Oh God....this is so naughty with them right over there....just like when you..." I thrust again "Ooohh Andrew..... just like when you fucked me in the car last night."

"Just like I'm going to tonight..." I told her, holding my hands over her breasts and massaging them.

"Mmmmh, how about right now?" she tested.

I looked up into her eyes, searching to see whether she was serious or not. I mean, our little secret fuck in the car was risky in itself, but only 30 feet away in broad daylight were four people that could catch us and make for a very awkward sailing trip. She looked serious.

"I don't know about that..." I said. 

I knew we were taking too many risks, there was so much to lose and I didn't think I could stand having Sara any way other than she was to me now. Sara knew too but she seemed too entranced in our foreplay to give it much thought. It may have been risky, but her body just felt wonderful in my greedy hands and Sara was more than loving the attention. I kept repeating the pressure between her pussy lips and Sara cooed a few times at the stimulation of her thin bottoms grinding against her clit. My resolve was chipping away by the second...

I heard one of the adults laugh loudly at a joke on the other side of the boat and it caught Sara's attention. As she looked in their direction I promptly took advantage of her distraction and swiped at the strings behind her neck and torso simultaneously. Sara scoffed and tried to reach for her suit but I was too fast. I locked one hand around the fingers of her left hand, holding it immutably against the rail above. The other pulled her top away so fast she couldn't even come close to grabbing it back with her right hand.

"You are ridiculous," she said looking at me sideways, but I was hardly paying attention.

With her hand over her head her tits hung spectacularly, glistening from the water and high on her chest. I could see her muscles stretching to hold her up, from her flat tummy that disappeared into the water below all the way up to her neck. Dear God, I swear I'll never see a more beautiful sight than that in my entire life.

"Like what you see? mmmm..." she Sighed when I took her hanging breast into my hand and caressed it gently with the tips of my fingers. My fingernails grazed the skin and then I just held her breast in my hand feeling her goose bumps against my palm with my fingers on her perky pink nipple. I'd never felt something so amazing before I swore to myself, and this wasn't the first time I'd had my hands wrapped around her perfect chest. Sara just kept getting better and better, and I wanted to make love to her right there with our parents and their friends so dangerously close.

"Jesus Sara, I swear you're the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."

"Awww... you're so sweet ...mmmhh... And just think, I'm all yours..." she whispered; she was positively glowing from my compliment. She probably knew how I felt before I'd said it; my cock had grown even more enormous and hard as I continued to gently prod at her covered slit with it. Sara maneuvered her free hand so that her palm lay against my strong abs and then she pushed it downward and painfully slowly. Under the waistband of my shorts it went... down further...until only her thumb and forefinger were touching the base of my hard shaft.

I cringed; the feeling of her tiny hand on my steel hard rod was phenomenal. I brought my head down to her chest, holding one of her soft breasts up and taking her nipple into my lips.

"Oooh, be careful! I'm really sensitive there." she shrieked. I backed off only slightly, trailing my tongue around the tiny areola before it was circling the erect little nub. Sara was breathing harder and it made me happy for her to get enjoyment from my worship of her chest. As I finally took the whole nipple into my mouth and then sucked at it gently, Sara wrapped around as much of my cock as she could get her hand on in one swift motion.

"I'm sensitive there too, ahhhh," I mocked. As I said it Sara firmly stroked up and down on my shaft, wrapping her palm around my head before she returned her encircling fingers to my base once again. We were like teenagers; neither of us could get enough of each other fast enough as we'd been able to display painfully little affection all day. I kept sucking at erect nipple, and more aggressively now. Eventually I began pinching it between my front teeth just enough to get her calling my name between deep breaths:

"Andrew.... oh Andrew..... If you keep doing that.....ughhh... I think I might....."

I was still grinding the tip of my cock into the depression in her bottoms that my efforts were making. My tip was now just entering her, impeded by our clothing but pleasing due to the cool water around us. She was making sure that I was lined up just right as she slid her hand up and down my prodding staff. She was really loving it and as her panting picked up and I was stimulating both her nipples and clit I knew that I'd send her into climax soon. Hell a few minutes more and I would probably release a gallon of sperm into the water between us.

"gotta be.... OOohhhhH..... quiet," she was trying talk herself into keeping silent, but wasn't succeeding all that well. Her attention to my cock faltered but I couldn't have cared less; the gorgeous little playmate's orgasm was all I was focused on and I felt I owed it to her to...

"Andrew....... Sara!" he sounded concerned. My dad was calling out our names from the other side of the boat. I hadn't even considered that they would worry about us after swimming off and not returning.

"Yeah Dad?" I answered, my head settled just an inch or less inside my sister; she was still heaving and didn't stop her attempts to keep my cock massaging her pussy.

"Where's Sara?" He was yelling over the boat.

"I'm here daddy!" I was honestly surprised to hear her pull it together enough to respond.

"What are you guys doing? I don't want you drowning on my watch.

"We were just...mmmh" she was still so aroused and had only slightly come down "playing daddy... jeez we're not kids anymore." she squeezed my shaft as she said it.

"Alright well come on back over we've got margaritas waiting for you!" he had no idea.

Sara slumped into my arms and I held us up with a hand still gripping the boat. She managed a few more frustrated thrusts against me before she gave in and looked into my eyes. They were so beautiful, even with the disappointment in them for being held back and having been so close. A deep and mesmerizing combination of cool grey and lively green, they peered into me and I was lost in her. Sara's naked chest felt amazing against my chest and shoulders, bringing me out of my haze. We cuddled for a few too-short moments while Sara accepted that I wouldn't be able to give her what she wanted unless we wanted to be found out.

She turned around and I helped her wrap the tiny bikini top back around her, happily pausing to make sure the cups were supporting her breasts in the right way. My hands took their last chance to hold on to the pliable flesh before tying her strings and taking back to the water. She shot me a glance that told me she knew exactly what I was after, and then headed off in the direction of our parents. Even the way she swam back, cutting through the water like a true athlete, added to her complete and utter prowess and perfection.

We returned to the circle and couldn't risk even looking too longingly at each other though we desperately wanted to, and a lot more than that. Nobody was the wiser, I comfortably assured myself. We chatted until the sun was only glowing memory beneath the horizon and then climbed back on the deck, Sara grabbed my arm and pulled me back from the group. 

"Did you see Julie?" Her eyes were wide.

I thought I had been caught checking out the 30-something year old hottie, so I tried to deny it: "What... who... Oh her, yeah she seems nice."

"No silly," Sara rolled her eyes, "I know she's hot, wouldn't blame you if you thought so. I mean did you see the way she was looking at us?"

"No, I have no idea what you're talking about," I told her, concerned.

"She was staring at me pretty strangely, I think she knows what's up."

"No way, how could she, we were quiet and it's not like we gave ourselves away before then..."

Just then, like clockwork, Julie popped her head around the corner. We were leaned over the edge of the boat inconspicuously so it didn't make me nervous that she was seeing us together.

"Hey guys do you want a burger or a brat?" she asked.

We both told her what we wanted and then relaxed a bit, she was being pretty normal for someone Sara had just suspected of knowing I'd had my cock rubbing against my sister's pussy.

"oh and by the way honey," she was speaking quieter now and with a grin that spoke volumes as she said, "I think your top is inside out."

Both Sara and I looked down simultaneously and Julie disappeared around the corner. It wouldn't jump out at you if you weren't looking for it, but it was a pretty obvious. Sara's suit was inside out and Julie had obviously noticed it after we returned from our little disappearance, hence the weird looks to Sara.

"Oh god, do you think mom and dad noticed?" Sara asked with fear in her eyes.

"No way, we got out of the water last and they would have definitely said something. Julie must have seen it when we were swimming back. Mom and Dad were turned away from us then." I tried to comfort her but it wasn't really working.

"Do you think she'll tell?" Sara was only slightly less worried.

"No she seems too cool to go making accusations like that." I retorted

"That's true, and I swear she was trying to coax something out of me when she told me she thought you were hot earlier."

I smiled widely and my heart jumped when she said that. I felt pretty good that a beautiful woman like Julie thought I was handsome, or 'hot' as Sara had said.

"Oh you're unbelievable," Sara slapped my arm "I guess you can have her for the rest of this trip then" she said as she turned away from me.




My Playmate, My Sister Ch. 03



"Oh come on Sara!" I pulled at her side but she didn't lean into me like she usually did. "She's got nothing on you, I can't walk around this boat without a huge bulge in my shorts with you in that bikini. It's torture not being able to show you and tell you every second how attracted to you I am!"

She looked over her shoulder at me, pouting but clearly affected by my compliment. I slipped my hand around her waist and felt the band of her bikini tickle my fingertips as they brushed over her hipbones. My hand rested on her tummy, only briefly with the knowledge of our shipmates only feet away. Sara rotated in my grasp, my fingers trailing around her as she turned face to face with me and pushed in close. She glanced toward the direction of our parents, scanning to see if we were in sight of them. When she was satisfied nobody was watching, she stood up on her toes, the soles of her feet stretching and her back arching to bring her to the right height she planted a soft kiss on my lips. She lingered for only a second or two with her eyes looking right at the lips she'd just kissed, and then I watched my sister walk off around the corner and sit down like nothing had happened.

I followed a moment later (after the bulge in my trunks had settled to a manageable level) and sat down across from her. The last rays of sun skimmed over her long legs, crossed sexily and hanging down toward the wooden deck. I can hardly remember what we talked about now for the hour or so we sat around eating and chatting, Sara's kiss and the many events of the day had me swimming in my own thoughts and fantasies. I imagined that nobody was there, and I crossed the gap between me and my little playmate sister, pinning her against the plush white cushions and ripping off her clothes. 

The only thing to distract me was the delicious food...that and the way Julie had handed it off to me. I had been keeping an eye on her as she fidgeted around in front of the hot grill, scratching her leg with a raised foot here and tossing her hair around. She may have been married but she had not lost a hint of her youth and verve. Her swaying about while preparing our dinner already had me at alert, so when I saw her reach down and obviously fluff her tits in her striped bikini I was finding myself growing stiff already. Then she approached me with a plate of food and came closer than I expected; I was frozen to her. She leaned in, handing me the plate and lingering, bent over at the waist and setting it down on the table beside me. Her breasts were hanging magnificently, the freckled brown flesh struggling against her top. Just before she stood up she caught my gaze and I knew that she'd seen what I was looking at. I'd have been mortified at being caught red-handed if the look in her eyes and upon her lips wasn't one of subtle mischief.

When the sun had gone all the way down, Brian showed us the beautiful television screen that ascended from a hidden panel in the stern of the boat behind the mini-bar. The seats on the deck were also perfectly set up for viewing the movie he was about to put on: some romantic comedy to please the ladies on their first night aboard. Brian opened up one of the cabinets and pulled out some thick, woven blankets, tossing one each to the couples and apologizing to Sara and I that he didn't have one for each of us.

"They can share honey," Julie interjected quickly, "right guys?"

"Yeah it's no problem Mr. Donavan, thanks!" Sara said happily and tossed the blanket over both of us.

"Please Sara, call me Brian, Mr. makes me feel like my dad," Brian joked while Sara settled down and spread the blanket out over us.

The sun was all the way down now, and a light breeze ruffled Sara's hair gently with her head laid upon my shoulder. She giggled when a few strands caught in my mouth and I spit them back out; I nudged her head to get her back. There was only the sound of the movie and the ocean breeze gently clanging a jib or a hook somewhere on deck. It was a beautiful night to be cozied up with my secret playmate, both the most gorgeous girl I'd ever made love to and my very own sister.

I was still half-mast myself from all of Julie's antics and the desire for my sister I'd been unable to act out all day. As I worked my hand to the inside of Sara's thigh she wasted no time in finding my hardness through the outside of my shorts.

"Hmmmm....." she whispered in my ear, "you really like this movie huh...?"

"Oh Sara...." I whispered back as Sara ran her hand over the outline of my shaft and head.

She then began untying my strings, and the anticipation nearly killed me as I felt her working the laces through the holes to allow her easier access. When she'd finally got it she stopped once more to hold my cock through the fabric. All the while her efforts were concealed by the blanket over us. I looked around, nervous. 'God this is dangerous,' I thought, but I was in no state to object. By the time Sara finally decided to free me from my fabric confines, I was so hard I thought I was going to rip my suit.

She traced her fingers from the bottom of my pole to the top in one, long stroke; her fingers were barely making contact. When she reached the top she equally slowly encircled me with her whole hand and then pushed it downward in one smooth stroke. It was unbelievable, something told me I couldn't even hope to do better myself. Sara's nimble fingers, cooler than my red-hot member, felt glorious holding me like they were. I looked down to Sara who's head was still nestled against me. She turned and planted a little kiss on my shoulder before looking back to the television to keep up our pretended innocence.

The pleasure was building and Sara began to stroke me more hastily. I struggled to keep a straight face in case my parents were to turn around and look our way. They were dozing off together; my worries about them abated. I then turned my gaze toward Julie and Brian. Brian looked to be distracted with his phone and...............Julie was staring right at us.

Sara was pumping me quickly now, and a close observer would see the blanket shivering atop us. Julie was a close observer; she didn't take her eyes off us as I neared orgasm. I knew I should tell Sara that we were being watched....I knew....oh God, her hand was just stroking me so amazingly. Sara had no idea that Julie could see her jerking her brother's cock under the blanket, and I was too consumed with her touch to risking jeopardizing it. I couldn't....I couldn't let this end before Sara finished me off. Sara was grinning as she looked directly toward the screen; she loved how she could feel my body flexing and relaxing and my cock pulsing in her hand. She wasn't the only one smiling though; Julie across the deck was watching the two of us, grinning naughtily and ignoring both her husband and the movie.

She made eye contact with me and raised her eyebrows, I knew we were had, but I could tell that Julie was far from giving us up. She licked her lips and stared at the two of us, brother and sister, nuzzled beneath the blanket her husband had given us and doing something very taboo.

I was close now. My hand was rubbing at Sara's inner thigh more strongly, grasping at her tight skin and brushing back and forth across her covered mound. Sara stroked faster, faster...up and down went her tiny hand. My balls ached for release and Sara pumped above them to bring it. She grasped tighter, stimulating my sensitive head when she reached it each time and then jerking it down with the skin clasped in her tender palms. I could feel it coming, seconds away now. I looked from Sara to Julie, and Julie could see my state as well as Sara could feel it; her mouth was nearly opened and her eyes searched mine to see me climax.

A few more strokes...just a few more...Sara was did not stop for a second, stroking me for all I was worth. I began to cum, my body first flexed in that first second or two. Then I felt the semen rising from within me, jetting across me onto Sara's side. I was only vaguely aware of Julie's eyes upon me as I shot a second time onto my sister's abdomen and thigh. She was directing my cock toward her beneath the blanket, still coaxing more of my sperm out between us. A pump of it caught her thigh and some of mine; still I kept coming. The jizz was spewing onto her hand now, and my sister jerked me a few more times before I had to grab her hand to stop her.

We were both sticky and covered in my load beneath the blanket, but Sara kept her hand wrapped around my cock, holding me firmly and not letting go. I looked back in Julie's direction; she smiled at me brightly and then scooted closer to her husband, taking her eyes off of us and back to the movie. I couldn't believe how turned on I was that Julie had just watched my sister jerk me off under a blanket like high-school lovers. I would have dwelled on it further, but I was spent. It was then that I felt Sara wiping us off beneath the blanket with a towel of some sort. She cleaned off our skin, and then my partially softened penis, which was an unbearable feeling in itself. When she finished, she folded up the cloth and wrapped her arm around mine: a rather unassuming gesture if you forget that she'd just caused me to cum all over her. She took my hand in hers and passed me the cloth. I brought it from beneath the blanket and realized it wasn't a towel at all, it was her bottoms.

The thought of her tiny, naked butt and warm, wet pussy beneath the blanket had my cock swelling again. I edged my hand closer again to her inner thigh, nearing her center when she pushed my hand away and whispered.

"Uh uh uh, just hold me and watch the movie..." I pouted when she said that and she caught the look. "We'll pick up where we left off later, I promise."

That took the edge off a little, besides, having her in my arms was promise enough that good things were to come. She scooted close to me under the concealing blanket. She wrapped her spindly legs around me like a monkey and brought my hand around to hold her. She was warm, so warm and yielding to my touch.

"I love you so damn much Sara." I told her and waited for her to look me in the eyes,

"I know baby bro, I love you too......." she was so quiet and whispering right into my ear now, "....and I want you to fuck me....sooo hard... when we're finally alone."

I grinned from ear to ear. I couldn't wait to do just that. I held Sara's lithe, slender frame against me for the remainder of the movie, unworried about our parents as they slumbered away. Julie looked over at us occasionally and I saw her smile knowingly at Sara more than once.

At some point Sara pulled on my shirt and whispered to me..."She knows..."

We both knew it now, and we were also much more at ease with the way she was handling it. She gently grasped Sara's knee on her way below deck with her husband, wishing us goodnight. Brian instructed that we shut the TV off before we went below to the bedroom we'd be sharing. Our parents followed them down, leaving Sara and I alone up top, excitement building in our hearts.

When we were certain they were gone for sure, we locked eyes and just stared. Sara began edging closer to me and bringing her puffy, lip-gloss frosted lips near mine. She lingered amount before pushing in; we shared a long, tender kiss and our tongues flitted out to teas each other. She was so gentle and her lips felt feather-light and warm against mine. I ran a hand up her slender body, massaging her as it went. We eventually broke the kiss and Sara settled her head into my lap.

We talked for over an hour. Sara shared with me her thoughts and feelings on what posing with Playboy would bring in the coming years and I listened attentively. We talked about frivolous things like friends and food, all the while my hands played over her smooth belly and caressed her lovingly. The tone changed when we started talking about us.

"I really love being with you Sara..." she caught my gaze and smiled lovingly. Her smile was endearing and lovely. 

"Are you sure it's not these you love?" she asked, bringing my hand in one motion up to her breast and sliding it immediately under the fabric of her bikini.

As always I was thrilled to be holding her ample breasts in my hand. They were warm, and her skin so incredibly soft. Despite the feeling, however, I gazed at her deeply to let her know how serious I was about how happy she made me.

"I know, I'm only kidding; you make me feel so happy, and so sexy. I hope you won't mind coming out to California with me because I'm not doing it without you."

I was taken aback by the statement. She breathed slowly then, in and out, awaiting my reaction to what she knew had been a serious proposition. My first thought was to protest; I couldn't just up and leave my home, let alone to be with my Playboy playmate sister. Within seconds however I was coming to my senses; the beautiful creature in my arms was all I wanted. I'd have no trouble finding a good job anywhere I went.

"Do you really mean that?" I asked.

A long pause ensued in which Sara turned her head upward from its relaxed position in my lap and cast her eyes upon mine...

"Definitely." Her tone was one of complete certainty. It made my heart throb for her, and the thought of endless time and the implied wonderful sex life we'd share had my manhood throbbing too.

Sara stood up and glanced back over her shoulder toward me, biting her fingernail as she did. When she reached the entrance to the lower deck she turned and leaned provocatively against the frame, casting her hip outward in a way that accentuated her lean form all the more enticingly. She aimed a finger at me and beckoned me toward her the seated position from which I'd been watching her eagerly.

"Come inside with me, I think I need help turning on that big shower down there," she suggested mischievously.

I ambled up after her and held her hand from behind as we headed down the stairs. The inside of the boat was larger than I'd guessed it was, and I was excited for what Sara and I's room would be like. I was even more excited as I watched Sara pull her camisole up over her shoulders and then toss it through the doorway to our bedroom, remembering now that she'd never put on her cum-soaked bottoms. I only got to peer through the opening a second before Sara tugged my hand and pulled me close to her.

I took hold of her in my hands, large and strong in contrast to her tiny, graceful body. She arched her back into me, pressing our hips together and we kissed there in the hallway. We kissed deeply, making up for all the lost time. My hands roamed, her hands roamed, and our need was more apparent with each twirl of tongue against tongue. Once again, my sister was in my arms, clothed only in that alluring little bikini and dying for me to take it off her.

There in the hallway we kissed and touched and pressed against each other, mimicking what we truly wanted. Sara had just asked me to come with her across the country and be with her, as much more than just brother and sister. I couldn't think of a place I'd rather be. Yet, just then I was getting exactly what I desired as well: every bit of Sara I could get my hands on.

We continued our foreplay and rolled shoulder over shoulder toward the bathroom door. Sara would push me off of her and pin me against the wall and then I'd do the same. All the while we stayed locked at then lips and hips, save the short gasps that escaped Sara's mouth when I connected with a particularly sensitive patch of skin or the whispered

"mmmmh, I love you"s and "oh goddd"s when I touched her just right.

We were so caught up in each other we barely noticed door to Julie and Brian's bedroom slightly ajar. So, when both of us heard a moan from the room nearby that clearly hadn't come from Sara, we stood frozen there together with Sara's warm breath brushing my cheek. 

Slowly we turned our heads toward the door; phew, it wasn't coming from our parents' room. We inched closer to the opened door, close enough that with my arms wrapped around her I could see over her head the source of the sound we'd heard. I had not been wrong when I'd imagined Julie would be a knockout naked. 

Sara must have agreed too because she gripped tightly at my arms as we watched the scene unfolding before us. Julie's husband lay back on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed, bent at the knees. Julie held fast to them and was turned around toward us, her breasts swaying as she lifted the sweet behind of hers and dropped it down sharply into Brian's lap. She was tanned and toned, though not quite what I was used to with my sister. She was a bit... fuller, in places but it definitely worked to her advantage.

All the comparing reminded me who I held in my arms and I looked down at her, fidgeting in my arms.

"Like what you see?" I whispered, a line she'd used on me so many times before. She directed one of my hands downward and I knew what she wanted.

"Mmm hmm," she agreed, not even speaking as my hand landed over her uncovered slit, emanating the warmth of her arousal. 

I began to pressure her tiny clit and she sank her gorgeous behind into me. We stayed like that, me rubbing her and her absolutely loving it as Julie continued to fuck her husband just beyond the door. We were both watching intently when Julie lifted her head towards us, the few of hair strands that had escaped hanging down over her face as her eyes rose up and landed on the door. 

She saw us, she definitely saw us, and Sara and I held tightly to each other neither moving or breathing. Her eyes met both of ours and she took in what was obviously a completely compromising position. She may have suspected correctly before that my sister and I had been lovers, but with my hand over the place no brother is supposed to go and my other cradling one of Sara's awesome tits, there was no getting around it now. We were both frozen in anticipation of how she'd react.

Her downward thrusts slowed as she took us in and then........ a smile. Not just any smile, a huge mischievous grin that accompanied with her renewed efforts to take her husband's cock deeper and harder only meant one thing. She approved.

Sara looked back at me with nearly the same grin Julie had, and she gave my crotch some serious attention with a quick up-down of that peach-like butt of hers over my shaft. I thought I was hard before that, but with Julie being railed a few feet away and the world's hottest playmate/my amazingly fuckable sister in my arms I think I suddenly grew another inch.

Julie watched us for a little while, as if both of her and my sister and I were transfixed and unable to look away. She showed us a few tricks, at some point rotating her hips around in a way that rippled her core and must have felt unbelievably good to her husband. She let out a few coos of pleasure but something told me they were more about seeing and being seen than Brian's remarkably average penis. I guess money can't buy everything.

When we heard Brian start to grunt foolishly Sara took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. She turned on the water and immediately grabbed my neck with one of her dainty hands, pulling me in for a needy kiss. She was turned on so obviously I could barely stifle a laugh. She pulled me under the water, my shirt still on. I wrapped an arm around her and her hands pawed haphazardly at me; she was so aroused she barely knew what to do with herself. 

I took care of that; I lifted her and pushed her against the shower wall aggressively. She scratched at my back and then pried my shirt up over my head. Her hands pried at my stomach,

"Ugh, I love your abs," she was running her fingers over my muscles while arching her back to push me back a bit and see between us, "you are really fucking strong."




My Playmate, My Sister Ch. 03



I rolled my eyes, 'women always say things like that,' I thought. I was flattered but compared to her, like a brilliant marble sculpture, I felt like I was made of play-doh.

She read my mind, "I'm not just humoring you, mmmhh, I'm soo attracted to you," she was rubbing that naked mound against my cock now. "No guy has ever made me so hot like you do."

I had to admit, she was flattering my immensely. I hoped that she felt the same way when I told her how gorgeous she was. I was encouraged enough to push her back flat against the wall and thrust along her lips, or what I could feel of them. I was kissing her neck furiously and she and I were clamoring to hump each other below. Somehow we got the water running and it warmed quickly, dousing us and our remaining clothing. My soaked trunks were plastered over my stiff shaft and it made the contact between us all the more purposeful. Still, I wanted more; and Sara did too. She was fumbling around my shorts and the drawstring holding them tight to me. I was lost in her the long smooth skin beneath her cute chin.

"Oh god," she was moaning and twisting from attention to her sensitive neck, "take them off please!"

She was still lifted off the ground, her beautiful legs wrapping me. I reached for my waistband and she helped me to push the shorts down. She hastily pulled off the last scrap of clothing, her cute little bikini top, and cast it away; her tits jiggled unbearably and my cock jumped with excitement.

I forced her against the wall with an audible thud. My cock made its first contact with my sister's bare pussy in what felt like forever (it had only been about 24 hrs.) my rod split her lips and I felt how incredibly wet she was. She gyrated against me, and with my body sandwiching her between the wall and I could feel every muscle she used to do so. We were so connected in that moment.

"Umhhhh, it's been...too long," she cooed to me as her hips rotated rhythmically, "I've wanted you to put that big cock......mmmmgghh... in me all fucking day."

I loved hearing her talk like that, and I loved the way she looked and felt as much now as ever. Water cascaded over our shoulders, wetting her hair and dancing randomly down her slick body. Her tits were smashed against my chest, forced upward and outward while gliding against me with her constant grinding and flexing.

My shaft slipped again and again between her lips, I could feel my tip catch every now and again at her clit and threatening to sink deep inside her. At that moment we were content to thrust desperately against each other. I sucked hungrily at her neck and she showered my cheeks, ear and neck with kisses as best she could between her labored inhaling and exhaling. I even loved the grazing of her warm breath over my neck, the thought of making my sister so full of lust and sensation made me all the warmer inside.

"Uhhhhnn unnnnhhh, you like that?" she slowed and lengthened the path of her slippery lips on their straddling path over my cock "do you want to be inside me, wanna fuck your little slutty sister? I can't take this much longer...."

"Oh god, you have no idea," I answered her. I knew she was grinning.

Then suddenly from somewhere through the steam...."Then do it already, Jesus," it was Julie's voice 'I don't think I can take it any longer either!" We were frozen once again, held captive by the fear of being revealed.

Julie came into view, but I could barely see her in my peripheral while supporting my sister against the cool tiles on the wall of the shower. She looked to be wearing a nightgown of some sort, small and silky by the looks of it. She approached me slowly from behind; Sara and I held our breath.

Julie was just outside the shower door we had failed to close in our haste. I still couldn't see her face and I thought that this may have finally been too much for her to see and accept. I felt a hand cover Sara's on my shoulder. It slid in between Sara's little fingers and caressed me as it did. Julie was touching me from behind and I could feel her presence heavy on my backside. I began to exhale, not sure yet if I should be relieved or not.

"Oh relax, you two! If I was going to rat you out I could have done it any of the half dozen times you were up to something before." There was an air of confidence and satisfaction in her voice, she was enjoying our little secret it seemed to me.

Sara fidgeted, reminding me that I was only an inch or so from impaling her against the shower wall, I hadn't softened a bit and Sara's warm pussy was still pulsing around my invading member. She felt it too, bringing her back to the desperation and arousal that Julie's interruption had only temporarily quashed.

I moved this time: a long, slow stroke that made her arch her back in response. Julie whispered something like "that's it, go on..." and stepped a bit closer. Sara was fully back in sex-mode now and surprised me when she released her hand from its interlocking position with Julie's and she reached out beyond me. Her hand found Julie's shoulder and nightgown. She pulled, and Julie quickly stepped into the shower. The wide coverage of the showerhead found her nightie; it was a pale yellow number hung loosely over her shoulders with precariously thin straps. It was cinched under her breasts, which were causing mounds to form through the soft fabric, topped with pretty peaks that implied her obviously erect nipples.

Sara and I were returning, slowly but surely, to the desperate and rhythmic contact we'd been seeking before Julie walked in. Sara's adorable panting returned and she once again was splitting her engorged lips over the shaft I so eagerly wanted to plunge inside her with. 

Julie's entwined fingers tightened their grip on my shoulder, and it seemed to jar Sara into some new reality. She reached out swiftly and caught Julie's shoulder strap, sliding it off and pulling her under the water and closer to our side. The wide spray of the luxurious shower began to douse Julie with water. It was a subtle, pleasant yellow that darkened as the water turned it from opaque to transparent in a matter of seconds.

First her gorgeous butt showed through, sweet cleft and all as the material began to paste itself to her skin. I was staring intently and hardly noticed as Sara slipped to the floor and turned to face the brunette vixen and her transforming gown. Sara's fingers curled around my cock as she took another step toward Julie and came face to face with her.

It was like some kind of stand-off of who was hotter (it was admittedly close) or who was more daring, or god knows what those two women were thinking. My mind raced, and my member throbbed with Sara's hand stroking me gently and pressing me against one soft cushion of her behind. The scene playing out before me was nearly too much to bear; the unfathomably beautiful Sara, an unmatched playboy playmate vs. a sultry, illusive brunette trophy wife that had an obvious understanding of her own sex appeal and how to use it just right. I could hardly keep my eyes straight as Sara jacked me, the pleasure and the build-up was indescribable.

Just when I couldn't take it anymore, Sara closed the gap. Closing her eyes she leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Julie's lips. It lingered... and just when Sara seemed to pull back Julie returned the favor. She was soaked through and through in her place under the shower, every inch of the lingerie clinging to her body and revealing its splendor beneath. Julie wrapped a hand behind my sister's neck, her fingernails teasing just at her hairline where I knew her to be sensitive, and she brought them firmly together. 

First they just held there sampling the other's lips; then Sara opened her mouth ever so slightly. Julie swiftly flitted her tongue against the sliver Sara had opened for her and then Sara did the same. They playfully darted their tongues together and wrestled them more vigorously with each passing second. I hadn't thought my sister to have enjoyed the company of a woman as she now was, but with the increased pressure and stroking of my cock I could tell that Sara was enjoying it thoroughly.

Once they had shared a few moments of feverish making out and both Sara and Julie had begun touching each other gently and tentatively with their unoccupied hands, they slowed to a stop and drew back an inch or two. Simultaneously, both of them smiled at each other as if shocked and pleased by their newest taboo behavior. That was when they also turned in tandem to look at me, casually standing behind Sara with an arm around her side as she stroked me and I watched them.

I wasn't sure what was in store for me but from the look in their eyes and the way they both glanced down at my cock, looking enormous in Sara's dainty grasp, I knew it was something good.

"Mmmh," Julie let out and slumped toward Sara a bit, "it looks to me like you were about to take a bit of a thrashing from not-so-little brother here... don't let me stop you."

Sara bit her lip sexily and nodded in agreement, giving me an awesome little squeeze. She still seemed a little overwhelmed with pleasure from her first experience with another girl, so when she didn't act fast enough, Julie jumped in. She followed Sara's arm with a light touch until it came close to where my cock was encased firmly in her grasp.

"Can I?" she looked straight at Sara as if asking for permission.

When Sara gave her an exasperated sigh of agreement, she slipped her hand over and Sara let hers fall toward the floor. Julie set her eyes on me, waiting for me to protest. When I didn't, she wrapped her hand around my shaft completely and closed the gap between us. With one hand wrapped around my sister's taut belly, teasing toward her sweet spot, my other hand was left free. I quickly occupied it, placing it tenderly on Julie's hip.

My touch encouraged her and Julie leaned forward; it was my turn to taste the brunette's tongue against mine. Julie showed little hesitation with me as she had with Sara. She simply slid into me in one quick motion and we locked together. First we tested only each other's lips, playing and sensing and loving the sensation. Then, when we felt bolder, we found the tips of each other's tongues. She was stroking me more intensely as we embraced and my hands on both Sara and Julie worked harder in response.

When Julie heard Sara moan from the pressure of my fingers on her button, she remembered her original intent. She ended her hand's attention to my staff and guided it closer to Sara's cute behind. She was leaning against the tile and the combination of my stimulation of her clit, the down-pouring shower, and her first experience with another woman had her floating in her own paradise just inches away from mine.

Whether Julie realized it or not, as she hungrily lined up my tip with the entrance to my sister's tight tunnel, Sara was yet unaware. Lost in her own thoughts and pressed up against that cool, smooth shower wall, she didn't recognize the feeling of my head making contact with her taut outer lips. Nor did she hear it when Julie planted another quick kiss on my lips and said,

"Go ahead honey,"

I split Sara's lips apart with my first motion, and then began to slide the length of my engorged member into the little playmate's pussy inch by inch. That certainly brought her to, and she craned her neck to look back at who was causing the sudden, intense sensation she was experiencing. As I pressed deeper inside of her I could feel Julie's hand still guiding me and her fingers adding to the unbelievable pleasure I felt as I buried my shaft into my sister.

"Oooohhhh fuckkkk......"she howled with the naughty mouth of hers.

Julie moved around to where Sara was locked against the wall, her breasts spreading outward from the pressure. Sara turned to face her as much she could with my invading cock holding her in place. Immediately Julie found Sara's lips with her own and began to kiss her intensely. While the two probed each other's mouths I finally reached the termination of my path and savored the sensation of being completely engulfed in my sister's tight pussy.

Julie's hand, which had been wrapped in a ring around my rod, lowered to allow me that final inch push into Sara. She moved it directly to my full balls and tenderly cupped them in her hand. Her other hand had made its way to Sara's opening, now pried open with her brother's cock.

"Does that feel good Sara?" Julie asked her cutely.

"Yesss, ohhhh .....it feels sooooo good." she mewed back.

Once her fingers found their way to Sara's sensitive little clit, I had had bottomed out in my sister entirely. Every bit of my shaft was immersed by Sara's slick, hot channel and it felt as if I could sense her breaths in and out and the undulations of her beautiful core. My own little playmate cooed at the sensation of my cock seeming to expand inside of her. She was so tight, so unbelievably tight standing there with my cock lodged inside her, able only to cope with the feeling and do little else.

Julie planted a trail of soft kisses and pecks down Sara's body, stopping for a moment at her delicious breast to caress them in a way only another woman could. As she made her way down, she placed a palm on my lower abs and gently encouraged me to pull out of my sister until only the helmet remained inside of her. Her soft pink lips held tight to my retreating member and pulled outward with it, desperate to keep me within. Just as my head was about to pop from Sara's opening, she took hold of the exposed cylinder and prevented me exiting.

Her mouth found the connection between my sister and I and she covered it with the expanse of her tongue. That's when her hand, wrapped around me, tugged at me to press into my big sister once more. Her tongue stimulated us both and Sara cried out as I sank into her more swiftly this time. In seconds I was once more deep within Sara for the second time, ready to begin taking her fully.

"oh fuck.....Andrew.....it's so....... I can't.....mmmmmmm." She was short for breath and couldn't find the words to describe how I was making her feel.

Julie's tongue was beginning to lap and twirl around our incestuous junction, causing both of us to gasp from the added stimulation. When Julie's hand guided me back once again I was prepared, sliding out of Sara and stopping just before I was literally out of her tunnel entirely before parting her lips once more and plunging deep inside.

Sara was beginning to come to, despite the extreme pleasure from the increasing tempo of my thrusts. When I slid backward for the fourth or fifth time I could feel my sister's cute butt coming back to meet me. I kissed her neck from behind and she shivered from the tender contact. I opened my mouth and could taste the freshness of the water, still gliding down her body, combined with that deliciousness of her skin I'd grown addicted to.

As I continued to slide in and out of my sister, spurred on by her return thrusts, I reached down and found Julie's head with her soft locks of hair and I took the back of her head in my hand. I massaged lightly at it as Julie continued lapping at my sister and I from below. I gently tugged at her ponytail and encouraged her to stand up next to us so I could look her in the eye as I fucked my sister before her.

She did as I asked and came up to meet my gaze. Her eyes flitted down to my cock, plunging repeatedly into Sara as I had her partially pressed against the wall for balance. I pulled Julie close and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her deeply while Sara did more of the work. As I battled tongues with Julie and reached a hand toward her lovely cunt, my sister gyrated her taut cheeks into me faster and the sensation of her warm folds engulfing me independent of my efforts was near too much to bear. I prayed I wouldn't come too soon.

As my cock experienced the sensation Sara was causing it my fingers found Julie's opening and teased her wet lips. I thumbed at her clit and she looked into me fiercely due to my daring behavior. I thought she might even push me away when she reached down to my hand, but instead she pressed my fingers inside of her.

"Uhhhhhghh," she moaned, "I needed this."

"Ughhh," I gasped back with another pound into Sara, "Brian not.....mmmmph.... Getting it done?"

She looked down at my invading cock once more, and Sara and she made eye contact when Sara turned to hear her answer. Her hand cupped the entrance to Sara's pussy and she answered.

"Certainly not like this...." Something about having Julie approve of my rigorous fucking of my sister had my adrenaline pumping. With one hand in Julie's pussy I pressed two digits into her and began finger-fucking her to the tempo of my thrusts into Sara. My other hand cupped Sara's breast firmly to brace myself as I fucked her about as hard as I ever had.

"Fuccckkk...." Sara squealed, "be careful.....mghhhh....I'm fragile."

I hardly listened, careful only not to slam her too hard against the shower wall, which might have woken someone. I continued to jam my cock into Sara's squeezing sheath, bottoming out over and over and hearing her moan and gasp for breath. My fingers kept pace and Julie was leaning against my sister with one of their breasts mashing against each other.

"God, I might.....ohh.....ooh....cum already." Sara said almost worried.

"Mmmmnhhh, you're telling me......fuck," Julie added in a breathy phrase.

Julie bucked against my fingers and the dropped to her knees as if to escape the pleasure for a moment, I was sure she hadn't come just yet but she started to minister to Sara anyway. First her fingers wiggled over Sara's clit and she trailed kissed to Sara's tits once more.

I took both Sara's hips in my hands and pressed her ass cheeks hard against my pistoning shaft. She held fast to my wrist and put a second hand against the wall. Over and over I drove into her, feeling her ass slam back toward me and clapping into my lap, apparently she wasn't THAT fragile. 

"Ooohh.....ohhhhh.......so hard.......I think I'm gonna...."

I wrapped an arm across her abdomen and breasts, my other hand fell across her thin neck. She stood upright and I continued to impale her. I could sense her near orgasm as her body began to shake and weaken in my arms and I took more of her weight. That was just fine because my cock had her held up like a coat on a hanger. Julie's mouth found a nipple and she nibbled at it while her hand flew over Sara's extremely sensitive clit.

It was the most erotic experience of my life, fucking my naked playboy-vixen sis with reckless abandon while she was being worked over by the beautiful adulterous brunette as both her husband and our parents slumbered on the other side of the wall. My fingers pawed at handfuls of Sara's breasts and ass and I rocked in and out of her until I knew she was at the end. 

"Ohhh ohhh, I'm gonna.....mmmmh-uhhhh..... Fuck, I'm gonna come." she was hardly being quiet, considering the proximity of our dozing families - I kept plunging into her nonetheless "It's so biggg.....mmmmph....I love you so.....uhhhh....much."

God she was so sexy right then, I couldn't get enough of her sweet dirty-talk or the flawless body I was currently burying my cock inside of. Just a few more thrusts and she was there. I could feel her pussy grip down on me like a vice and her body convulse against both Julie and I. Julie kept fingering Sara's pulsing clit and I could feel her pussy wetting with her arousal.

She was bucking against the two of us and spastically taking my rod in and out of her as her pussy both begged for it to be buried inside her and for the unbearable sensitivity to stop. She moaned, she cooed; for nearly a minute she came, riding out her orgasm - my little champ. She was so sexy that I could have filled her right then with my own cum, but something about the naughty look that Julie we giving me... eyes peering at me, one covered in a wisp of brown hair, while she stayed latched to my sisters nipple... I knew there was a little more left in store for me.




My Playmate, My Sister Ch. 03



My little playmate finally stopped her involuntary shivers and kissed the hand I'd laid upon her shoulder. It was a light kiss, a thank you kiss, and I thanked her back by wrapping an arm around her tight tummy and pulling her close. I was still sheathed snugly inside of her and began to withdraw; she hummed a complaint. I gave her one final thrust when I'd pulled halfway out and when my hips made contact for the last time she melted in my arms. I finally removed my cock from her entirely and she turned around to face me, placing her back against the cold tiles and jumping at the sensation of them against her back. She took my chin in one hand and pulled me close; we kissed deeply and sensually; my God she always tasted so good.

Meanwhile, Julie had fallen to her knees again and as Sara and I finished with each other, our tongues darting out for the last time, I felt Julie take my shaft in her practiced hand. Looking down at her I saw her beautiful body once more: breasts full and high upon her chest, pink nipples standing at attention and her firm abdomen. She kissed my tip and must have intended to suck me into her warm, waiting mouth. As good as that would have felt, Julie had done enough work already and I knew it was time to give her the attention she deserved. With Sara recovering, eyes closed and face toward the ceiling, I gently took Julie's chin in my hand and coaxed her upward with a gentle pull. 

She came up to meet me, eyes full of wonder and lust. She didn't know why I'd stopped her, but soon realized that intended to tend to her and not the other way around. I urged her toward the high bench at one end of the shower, where the water still reached her legs. Sara followed her there and sat beside her, still zoned out and inattentive. As I sat Julie down carefully on the edge of the seat and positioned my mouth between her taut thighs, I took time to admire the beautiful shape that she'd managed to stay in. I figured her for no more than 34, but for the impeccable skin and luscious curves she carried, she and Sara could have been roommates.

I massaged at the skin just beside her equally firm cheeks, a spot Sara always seemed to love when I touched. Sure enough, Julie's dainty toes stretched and her hands reached out to bring me closer to her immaculate and beautiful slit. Her inner lips just peaked out from within her mound and I could tell just by looking at it that her pussy was going to be a snug fit.

I wasted little time; we were both so fired up, me from my intense sex with my sister and Julie from watching and waiting. I looked up at her, waiting for permission to enter a new level of intimacy. Her eyes looked desperate and sensitive:

"Mmm hmm," she hummed to me.

I planted the tip of my tongue at the very bottom of her entrance and wiggled it just inside a quarter of an inch. I then dragged it up within her pussy and to her clit, painstakingly slow. She moaned for the entire ten seconds it must have taken me to reach her button and then let out an exasperated breath. I then worked around her clit, flicking it with my tongue while pressing my hands into every bit of flesh they could reach from my kneeled position between her legs.

Sara had taken to kissing slowly and sensually at Julie's neck as she grazed her hands over Julie's breasts and midsection. By the time that Sara had even opened her eyes I was working a finger and my tongue into Julie's pussy, it was getting wetter with each passing second. She was so tight, I couldn't even imagine that she'd had much sex despite how attractive I, and probably any man, found her; obviously Brian hadn't won her over with his size. 

When I detected that Julie was building toward an orgasm, I increased my efforts and Sara, who had perceptively noticed before me had already begun sucking all over Julie's chest and nipples.

Julie reached a hand down and grabbed my hair in between her fingers, running them through my short haircut and caressing my scalp. Then, for some reason, she stopped me. I followed her leading hand back up to eye level again and with her pair of pretty, large eyes, she looked deep into mine.

"It's so good....hmmm," she breathed out what she'd been holding in as her orgasm first suggested itself, "If we keep going, I'm not sure I could stop."

There was sincerity in her voice, and though I thought she may have really put an end to our tryst, the lips that puckered ever so slightly and accepted my kiss so readily suggested otherwise.

Sara was being mischievous again, and she quickly grabbed my cock in her hand as it hung stiff between Julie and I.

"Why would you want to?" she said seductively as she pressed my tip against Julie's mound and ran it slowly from bottom to top as I had with my tongue. 

Julie resolve weakened visibly, the tenseness she'd been displaying since the first thought of being penetrated was melting away in front of me. As my head made contact with her puffy folds, she shivered and her hands shot out to my abs and her pussy. She ran her fingers over the place where my cock had touched, but didn't push me away.

"I shouldn't....Brian," she whispered barely loud enough for us to hear. I leaned into her and kissed her again while Sara's hand stroked my engorged shaft; it was still slick from her own pussy. I was in heaven - Julie's tongue, despite her protests, was playing with mine enthusiastically, and I could feel her body involuntarily gyrating and pressing her mound harder against me. Sara was, herself, pushing me deeper and I could just barely feel my cockhead beginning to spread Julie's lips.

"I don't think I can take that....hmmm...... Brian is nothing like it."

Sara smiled, sensing in the beautiful brunette a weakening resistance. I thought, if only briefly, that I might be offending my sister with my desires for another woman, and my eyes sought hers. Julie hadn't yet given permission, but when Sara's eyes found mine she knew immediately what they wanted to ask her.

Rather than answer, she took my face in her hand and leaned in between Julie and I. Her perfect tits rested deliciously on my arm as I was massaging Julie's wonderful midsection. She kissed me, quickly and deeply, and I immediately knew what her answer would be.

Sara was even more impatient than I; she practically tugged on my cock and urged me to slide forward. I still wanted to respect Julie's wishes despite the fact I knew almost certainly she would crack, but Sara caught me off guard. As we broke our kiss she urged me with a firm tug forward enough for my helmet to slip just beyond Julie's entrance. 

Julie gasped. I quickly pulled back and removed myself from her the tight embrace of Julie's entrance. My head shined with the wetness of Julie's pussy and it looked ripe for another plunge deep into the beautiful brunette. 

"Sara....!" I scolded.

Sara only lifted her eyebrows and motioned for me to look at Julie to see her reaction. I didn't know what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised to find Julie's eyes closed and a look of undeniable satisfaction on her face. When she felt me pull back out after Sara's bold actions, she interjected,

"Oh God... maybe just a little..." she cooed, "Sara, do you mind if I ask your lover here for a little more."

Sara grinned naughtily and leaned in to plant her answer tenderly on Julie's lips. I felt a bit left out for a moment, as if I were just being passed between the two beauties, but then I remembered that my cock was at the entrance to the young brunette and I couldn't possibly feel anything but content. I prodded Julie further, and she opened her eyes with Sara breaking from her kiss. I began to slide in, inch after inch. Sara watched intently, and she held my arm so she could still be a part of the action. I held her myself, grasping her little butt firmly in my hand so she could still tell how much I loved her. Even Sara was growing impatient though, and seeing me draw out my plunge into Julie's pussy, she interjected,

"She just got through making love in the bedroom, I think you ought to give her what she really wants bro,"

I was still reeling from Sara's newfound spunk, this naughty threesome in the shower of a crowded boat had her talking like a sex-fiend and I liked it. I could have turned back and fucked her again for how much she was turning me on. Instead, I looked back at Julie and saw that Sara had been right:

"You're sister has a point Andrew, ughhhh," she said as I withdrew to start obliging her, she was almost giggling at Sara's bluntness "think you can.... mmmmmnghh... make me come with that..... fuckkkk.... big cock?"

But I had already started to try, and with my gorgeous little playmate nuzzled into one side of my body and with my member now buried in the beautiful woman in front of me, there was no turning back. I started to plunge into Julie with little of the gentleness I often afforded my sister. I picked up the pace, and all three of us watched as my cock slipped inside her, causing Julie to gasp, and then slipped out covered in her lubricating fluids -- that part caused Sara to gasp.

My little sister eventually propped herself up on the same seat as Julie to get a better spot for the action. Without her at my side to grasp onto and savor her perfect body, I opted for the luscious one of Julie instead. I grasped firmly and a bit more roughly than Julie had expected, not that she didn't like it. My fingers pressed into her hips, fuller and softer than Sara's with Julie's slightly fuller build. I loved the change-up, however, and I was soon pounding into Julie without restraint. It felt glorious, her ass clapping against my thrusting hips and my shaft being squeezed by her slippery insides. Her tits weren't as large as Sara's, and I looked over at Sara to see that Julie was palming her breasts and fingering my sister in the most sensuous of ways. Indeed, Sara's breasts were the best I'd ever seen and I couldn't wait to get my hands back on them, but Julie's... they were bouncing around at my rough pounding in a way that had me ready to spray inside her.

I wondered if Julie would have it however, and looking at both women I would have been equally happy to fill either one. But it was coming quickly, Julie's taut sheath was assuring that, and so was the unbelievably sexual girl-on-girl action unfolding before me. I might have been only and afterthought to Julie had I not been fucking her so hard.

"Ohhhh.......my...... Godddd...." She cried out, breaking a kiss with Sara. I could see my sister smiling; she must have known what Julie was feeling.

"Julie, I'm getting close," I warned her, wondering what she would say.

At first she didn't respond, savoring my impaling cock further and leaning her head back adorably. But then she looked back at my sister, once again reminding me of the kind of attention a superstar like Sara demanded and deserved. I slowed my pace a bit but kept ramming her with fervor, I hadn't fucked a girl like that, well....ever. Collecting herself, she asked Sara:

"Do you want him to.... Ughhhh...." she seemed near orgasm as she spoke, "you know.... Mmmmnhhh... finish with you?"

But Sara had never been a selfish girl, and she wanted Julie to have just as much fun as she did, plus she probably figured she had me as much as she wanted. "No way Julie, but just let me warn you, he's like a fire hose," Sara said giggling. Julie's eyes widened, but she didn't stop me. Sara backed away a bit but took my hand in hers, she just wanted to watch this part. I hadn't stopped fucking Julie the whole time, and she finally refocused her attention on me, not that I hadn't been caught up enough in my onslaught of her gorgeous body. I did catch Sara's warning and it made me smile, I was looking forward to cumming in Julie if she'd have me. With Sara's hand in mine I placed it back on Julie's hips and held on tight. Julie had been heading for orgasm long before me, so when I started to feel it, Julie was already howling. Sara put a hand over her mouth with a worried hush; Julie understood and tried to keep quiet. "Ohhhh fuckkkk..... how can you stand it Sara..... so fucking big!" she whispered as quietly as possible. Nobody awoke however, and as I thrust again and again into Julie's warm center I knew I'd be over the edge at any minute. Her slick channel gripped me, she began to climax, and hard. Her inner muscles were inordinately strong, more so than Sara's, and whatever restraint I had left in me was broken when I tried to push passed them without cumming. I was cooked, and I blasted into Julie with reckless abandon. I kept thrusting, rope after rope of semen coating her insides and pumping deep into her womb. I wondered if she'd been trying to get pregnant with Brian, and the risk that she might accidentally do so with me turned me on even more. It seemed to keep me spurting seed into her; it must have been ten times or more.

Maybe it was the fact that I'd just fucked my own little sister against the shower wall, or the fact that she was literally a Playboy Playmate, or maybe it was the fact that I was holding her hand as I came inside our host's beautiful albeit unsatisfied wife. Either way I was in heaven, and Sara leaned into me once more as I began to slow and Julie rode out her orgasm. She reached down to Julie's clit to keep her going and she spasmed at Sara's touch. I wished I knew how to stimulate the two women as well as they did, but I was content to watch the two beauties anyway. 

Julie was still orgasming, mewing and gasping for air much like I'd seen Sara do every time I'd been with her since the first time a few days ago. She was beautiful, and I felt nearly jealous that Brian could be with her any time she let him, but then again... I had Sara. I looked at my little sister and I smiled at her, looking deep into her eyes to make sure she knew how much I couldn't wait to be with her again. She knew though, and her cute grin and kiss she planted on my lips reassured me.

Julie started to come around, "Jesus," she breathed out. She bucked her hips involuntarily when I moved a bit. "I haven't been fucked like that since college," she sang. We all laughed a bit and it lightened the mood. 

"So killer, do you think you can take that thing out of me or is it stuck?"

I decided to have a little fun with her and pressed in the inch or two I'd withdrawn; we both nearly fell over we were so sensitive. "I think it's stuck," I joked. I couldn't deny that it still felt incredible to be lodged inside of her.

"It better not be!" cried out my sister.

We all knew why she said that, and it made Julie smile. I finally slid out of her, and some of the mixture we'd created inside came out with me. "Well," Julie commented, "that might not have been my best decision ever." I kind of shrugged my shoulders as she stood up. She looked down between us at my semi-erect cock. It was touching her lightly at the waist and she wrapped a hand gently around it. "On second thought, it might have been."

Julie looked up to me and brought my lips to hers, she planted a sensuous kiss on my lips that tasted like berries; she really was a provocative beauty. The kiss we shared might have been good, but the one she next shared with my sister was better. Theirs lingered longer, and their hands briefly touched each other's bodies. When they broke it was Julie who spoke, "I'm going to leave you two alone," we watched in awe as she took a step away from us and turned back, "if you guys need another playmate this week, you know where to find me."

It was an odd choice of words, and both Sara and I looked at each other with a bit of shock, she couldn't have known could she? She kept right on walking out the door, grabbing a towel and heading back for her bedroom. I wondered if her husband would notice that someone else had been inside his wife that night, and left something behind.

My attentions were broken by Sara back at my side, she kissed me, and I kissed her back hard. Our hands roamed everywhere, both incredibly turned on by what had just happened, and inexpressibly glad to be back upon each other. We made out in the shower like that for God knows how long. It was a good thing Brian had invested in some expensive water recirculating contraption because we took our time under the warm downpour kissing and touching like star-crossed lovers. 

When our legs began to tire, we finally gave in, and I lovingly washed Sara's body. I spent extra time on all of the features I love most, and I could hear her start to breathe more heavily when my hands washed over her tiny pussy. She did the same for me, not being too shy when she jerked her hand over my erect member to "clean" it. But she eventually finished the task, and after some more minutes of gentle kisses and an embrace that I could have kept going forever under the shower's streaming heat, we finally turned it off. I wrapped a towel around my sister, sorry to see the playmate's awesome body hidden for even a moment, and took one for myself.

I followed her down the hall and watched her cute butt sway, I think she was doing it on purpose but I could never tell. Before going back into our room I took a final glance at Julie's door, wondering what the rest of the week would be like with the beautiful brunette whom we'd both just made love to. Sara tugged at my hand and I didn't really care, as long as my sister was there with me I would be in paradise.

We made love once before we fell asleep that night, and another time when Sara awoke, feelingly naughty, on top of me. In the dim light I held and watched her move about with her own brother inside of her. The boat hitched gently back and forth as we had sex for what could have been hours; we were both insatiable. Neither of us knew what the future would bring but, lying there making love to the only person we'd ever wanted so badly, we finally drifted off into an unconcerned slumber.



My Playmate, My Sister



I approached Sara, who was now glaring at me and leaning on the bar a few feet away. 

"Looks like somebody is having a good time," she said with a bit of an attitude, "you can take the limo home with her if you want, I'm sure I can get another ride." 

"Sara, don't be like that," I said with the best puppy dog eyes I could muster, "I got carried away, besides, it looks like you and Mr. Hands over there were getting along just fine by yourselves." 

She loosened up a bit at that comment and looked at me sideways, smirking, "alright, just promise me at least one dance before the night is up killer," she requested with a sweet look on her face. 

"Sara," I said with a hint of seriousness in my voice, "I don't want to dance with anyone else tonight if that's okay with you." 

Instead of voicing her approval, she stood on her toes and planted a kiss right on my lips, holding my head in her hands as she did. It only lingered a second, but I saw stars as she pulled away and motioned to the bartender to make us two seven-and-sevens. She leaned over the bar a bit, and the bartender ogled her cleavage as I, on the other end was helpless to the view of her backside, the red cloth stretched thin over it. I wondered if she was wearing any underwear, "maybe not," I thought mischievously. 

We took our first sips silently as she batted her eyelashes at me, somewhat embarrassed from the kiss. 

"I hope that wasn't your best effort out on the dance floor Sara," I said with a hint of arrogance, "I don't think Playboy would like it if they knew their new protégé danced like she was at a junior high mixer." 

Hurt, Sara quickly shot back, "oh and I suppose you would have me shaking my ass like that little tart you were dancing with?" 

"I'm not saying I wouldn't like it..." I trailed off. 

Sara quickly set down her drink and grabbed my hand as if to say, "I'm done talking about it, let's dance." 

She dragged me deep into the crowd of people; it's amazing how you feel more private when surrounded by thick swells of human beings. At first she just pushed me back, swaying to herself and running her hands seductively up and down her flowing curves. My head spun as I watched and I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or my hot older sister moving like she was in front of me. Then she approached me and I wrapped my arms gently around her, careful not to break the rhythmic surging of her body. I began to move with her, running my hands more daringly around her, and I heard a quiet moan into my neck. 

She gracefully grabbed my arms and spun herself around, facing away from me and keeping herself enveloped in my grasp. Her style was entirely different from Jessica's, and I couldn't get enough. I savored the feeling of her petite form against mine as she ground he firm ass slowly against me. There was no question why dancing like this had become so popular, her undulations and grinding aroused me more than if she had instead turned and grasped my shaft with her nimble little hands herself. I was no amateur myself, and I moved easily behind her, touching her in all the right places, proud to see many people watching us dance so well together.

We were lost in each other, our heads buzzing from perhaps one too many drinks. I buried my head in her fragrant blonde hair, blowing softly on her neck - a move I had successfully used in the past. We were both so aroused about the fact that nobody knew our true relation that we nearly forgot it ourselves. She leaned back and looked deep into my eyes, my gaze confirming that I felt as strongly as she did. As she turned her head I boldly pressed my lips against hers, tasting a hint of cherry on her lips. I was not entirely surprised when she opened her lips a bit, and her tongue darted out to touch my mine. We broke the kiss about as soon as it started - locking our eyes together as she turned toward me and hugged her close once more. 

Then after a few seconds that felt like hours, we ended our pause and were making out like a couple of teenagers. She jumped gracefully into my strong arms and we battled our tongues to see who could display the stronger desire. We were hidden from the outside world by the surging crowd but I could swear our passion caused a good number of couples around us to start engaging in the same activity. 

After we were both out of breath and tired of pounding music, we broke our kiss and I said with a witty smile, "what do you think about getting out of here and going back to my place?" 

She showed me that beautiful smile of hers and grabbed my hand once again, dragging me outside. I held her in my arms as we waited for the limo, and once inside we made sure the divider was up and she jumped in my lap like there was no time to lose. 

Now that we had room to move about our kisses were practiced and still overflowing with desire. She thrust gently against me as I ran my hands up and down her sides, then lightly resting them against the breasts I had so dreamed of seeing. I ran my fingers in circles around her nipples which were protruding stiffly through her red dress. She moaned into my mouth and continued grinding herself against me as she straddled my lap. Not wanting her to do all the work, I gently laid her tiny frame down on the seat and hovered over her. 

I teased her, putting my lips just millimeters away from hers and as she snapped up to try and lock hers to mine, I pulled away, concentrating on my hands moving firmly from her legs all the way up to her face. When they reached their destination, I grasped her neck and finally locked lips once again, this time lightly pressing my leg between her thighs. She moaned enthusiastically, barely able to maintain the kiss as I pressed hard and then eased over and over. My fingers moved just below the fabric next to her generous cleavage, wishing my hands were unhindered by the dress. She swelled back against my leg and I continued to massage her body and breasts. Just as she took a deep breath in anticipation of impending orgasm, there was a knock on our tinted window and we realized we had been stopped for some time. I looked down at Sara and collapsed, both of us laughing at how our arousal had caused us to lose all track of time. 

"Not fair," Sara said, gasping and visibly pissed to be withheld what would have been a fantastic orgasm.

I pulled her up, also unhappy to be leaving the privacy and comfort of the limousine's cabin. 

As we left vehicle, the driver said "Goodnight to you Miss Underwood, and to you too sir," giving me a knowing look. 

Sara was none the wiser as she sauntered toward the door, still moping about her suspended pleasure. I thanked the lucky stars that my parents were spending the weekend on a sailboat with friends and I would have the house, and Sara, all to myself.

When we finally got inside and I shut the door, Sara pushed my body against it softly with her own. 

I looked at her and started in a concerned tone, "Sara..." 

But Sara put her finger over my lips and stopped me, saying, "I want this, and I know you do too. I am your older sister, I can make my own decisions. Yes, this is technically against the rules, but so is looking at those pictures of me online little brother." 

I thought about it for a second, "You've made a few good points." 

"Now," she said, a little more demanding than I am used to, "I am going to go upstairs, and if you know what's good for you, I suggest you grab us something to drink, preferably without alcohol, and follow me up in five minutes." 

With that, she turned and headed up the stairs without looking back.

I was stunned, and more than a little turned on. My sister had never been so forward in her whole life, but I loved the new her. I grabbed two waters and stood at the counter in the kitchen, taking hold of reality and reveling in how lucky I was. I knew that when I walked up those stairs, I would be spending the night with the most beautiful girl I'd probably ever come across, let alone my sister and a Playboy Playmate unlike any other. With that, I knew that there was no decision to make and my feet took me up the stairs like they had a mind of their own.

Taking a drink, I opened the door and for the second time that night, my sister blew me away. She had been under the covers, but as I opened the door she sat up and proudly showed off her full form. I literally spit out the water I had just drank as I took her in; she giggled, flattered at the reaction. She was wearing a slightly transparent magenta lace bra, which pushed up her ample breasts ever so slightly. Her bottoms were a simple but sexy black cotton that I couldn't wait to rip off. 

She motioned to me and said "Come here;" 

I walked to the edge of the bed. She crawled on all fours at me like a jungle cat, and equally as graceful. As she came eye to eye with me she took one of the bottles from my hand, opening it and taking a quick drink. She capped it and dropped it nonchalantly to the side, the glistening water still on her lips. She then gave me a slow and sultry kiss, once again holding my head in her hands; I could taste the cool water on her lips.

I placed a knee on the bed and pulled her close to me, once again beginning to slide our tongues against the other. I tried to go as slowly as possible as I laid her down and continued to kiss her deeply, but how could you blame me, with all the skin to explore my hands moved on their own. Up and down they travelled, not wanting to leave an inch of her body unexplored. I kissed her neck as I massaged all over her, and she once again began to pant into my ear, quickly nibbling at it. I couldn't believe how exciting it was to feel her move strongly against me, arching her back and thrusting her hips out to meet mine. My hands cupped her round cheeks and gave them a squeeze; I could feel her smile as we kissed.

My hands finally finished their journey, and one of them moved to the clasp in her bra. I had never been too good at removing a bra, but tonight, I was so hot with luck that I did it in one fluid motion. The fabric loosened, and I slowly walked my fingers along the patterned lace. She loved how much attention I was paying to each part of her; she had thought hard about what to wear for me. I pulled back from her face and looked into her eyes before I knew I'd finally have her naked body before me. The soft glow of the lamp nearby upon her made her all the more beautiful. 

"Andrew...I..." she started, but this time it was my turn to quiet her, with a kiss. 

She was about to tell me how much she wanted me, how happy I made her, but I already knew, and she let out a breath in relief as I acknowledged it with my kiss. 

I ran my hand up one of her arms and placed it above her head, and doing the same with the other I joined them, restraining her harmlessly. With my free hand I gingerly moved her bra up her arms and covered her with my body, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side. She nipped at my lip and caught me off guard, freeing her hands and allowing her to reach for my shirt and nimbly unbutton it faster than I could have myself. She pushed it down my shoulders and off and I kissed her once again, our partial nakedness adding fervor to our efforts.

I finally wrapped my hands over her breasts, one at a time, playing with it slowly and beginning to breathe heavily myself in arousal. I thumbed her nipples and found that she was extremely sensitive there, because her moans became more frequent into my mouth and neck. We both moved our hips against each other in unison, mimicking the action we both so desired to get to, but I wanted anything but to rush things. She on the other hand, had already begun removing my belt and unbuttoning my pants, and in no time, she was wrapping her legs around my pelvis and impressively removing my pants mostly with her feet. 

I could feel her pussy wet against my thigh, and our new proximity caused me to resume the pressure that had been so effective in the limo. I once again had her humping at my leg, becoming wetter with each push. I replaced my thigh with two of my fingers, rubbing softly but surely against her lips and clit. She squealed in pleasure and dug her nails lightly into my back. She was so close to orgasm she could barely stand it, and as I drank her in I couldn't fathom that a girl could be any sexier. My older sister was beneath me, begging for my touch, both of us wanting each other more than we had ever wanted someone before.

As I continued my ministrations, I slipped my fingers beneath the cotton of her panties, finding her mound baby smooth and slick with her desire. Being the consummate teaser that I am, I continued to keep her at the peak of her pleasure without pushing her over. She was frustrated, and she began to grab at my cock through my boxer shorts. She moved her dexterous fingers over it, allowing me to savor the feeling and the cotton between them. Then, just as I had done, she moved her hands underneath my boxers and grabbed me firmly, shuddering occasionally from my own onslaught of her smooth quim. She brushed her fingers up and down over my shaft, lightly touching the tip and rubbing the pre-cum over it. 

"Please...please....oh...Andrew," she begged into my ear as I continued to rub against her clit and eased one finger, and then two, slowly into her wet pussy. 

In and out I moved them gently, feeling how tight she was, but only enough to keep her bucking her hips at my touch and begging for release.

She once more grasped my cock, not even able to wrap her small hand around it and pushed her other hand against my chest.

"I want you, no... I need you...inside me," she pleaded. 

Now I may have been teasing her, but the entire time I could do little more than think about how fantastic if was going to feel to finally be inside my gorgeous playmate sister. I kissed down her neck, not failing to stop at each of her breasts and lick tenderly at each hard nipple, hearing her moan in return. As I continued I kissed at her tight abs, belly-button and then looked up at her, smiling as I pulled her panties down the first few inches with my teeth. She managed a smile through her sighs of passion and I finished taking off her cute little black bottoms the rest of the way with my hands. Me standing at the foot of the bed, she reached out with her toe and grabbed the elastic band of my shorts, pushing it down, showing me what she wanted. I took them off in one fluid motion and when I looked up she was using both hands to make a 'come hither' motion at me.

As I slid up her body, feeling our skin rub lightly against each other, I knew this was it. We stared lustfully and longingly into each other's eyes and I could feel my fully enlarged shaft pressing directly between her soaked folds. We kissed once more, a kiss so deep and meaningful that only a brother and a sister could share, and I gazed upon her stunning features. 

"Are you sure this is what you want? I know I do, but I want you to be sure," I said, and I meant it. 

She pulled me close and, still panting, spoke a breathy "Yes...fuck me...please."

She reached between us and gently pointed me directly towards her, placing the tip right at her entrance. With one hand, she pulled at my back, encouraging me to move inside of her. I did as instructed, but as if in one last effort to tease, I pushed only a bit of my tip inside of her before pulling it back out. The feeling alone was unbearably good, and I had hardly entered her yet. 

This time she demandingly breathed, " Andrew," strongly, "Fuck me."

With that, I began to press into her. We both gasped into each other's necks as I slid in, inch by inch. I stopped briefly for her to adjust to my sizable cock, and pulled out a bit, causing us both to hold our breath at the feeling. Finally I made one final thrust, and our hips touched together as we joined in a passionate kiss. We were both smiling from ear to ear at the sheer bliss we were experiencing. She pawed at me, fidgeting at the intense pleasure I was giving her.

I could have stayed locked together like that forever, but we both began, slowly at first, to rock against each other. We stayed pressed together as my cock slid further and further, in and out of her impossibly tight tunnel. I began to lose focus on the kisses we had been sharing and was unable to do anything but grasp at her hips with one hand and support myself with the other. Her moans came almost every other breath now, a sound so soft and sweet I wished they would never stop. 

"Oh...oh...Andrew...Andrew," she gasped into my ear. 

"Sara...Sara...you feel...so....fucking....good," I whispered back. 

We were moving as one, two bodies locked in a passion for each other so strong nothing could not stop us. She then wrapped her legs around me, grabbing at me with her heels and pulling me deeper. I continued to thrust in and out, and she pushed in perfect time back toward me, grinding her clit against me every chance she could. We pushed hard enough each time that I could see her breasts, possibly my favorite feature, bouncing a bit at each stroke, still sizable even as she lay on her back. She began to squeal just a bit now with each breath, a pitch that just barely came through with each breathy moan. Finally, the orgasm I had deprived her of for so long came and she tensed up, grabbing me with impressive strength as I kept moving in and out of her, her pussy pummeling my cock with its contractions as she came for what seemed like minutes. She continued to moisten and I continued to thrust, not allowing or wanting her to come down from her climax. I couldn't believe it, I still had time to go, and though I could probably have made myself climax at any second, my body seemed determined to let me continue my enjoyment of the amazing playmate, my sister, before me.

She finally began to come down from her orgasm, and pulled me tight against her. 

"Don't move.. I can't handle it... I need a moment," she managed to say. 

I observed her in her post-orgasmic glow and once again had time to marvel at my luck. 

"Tell me when," I challenged her. 

A few slow, controlled breaths and, as if encouraged by my dare she said with all the strength she could muster "when." 

With that, she flipped on top of me as she had done so many times before, without removing herself from our incestuous connection. I could tell that she was still sensitive from her first orgasm but after a few seconds she began to move her toned core in the most seductive motion. She flexed and relaxed her abs, working me in and out of her soaked pussy like a piston around a camshaft. She smiled as she saw my eyes roll back, astounded at her ability. I firmly grasped her body, feeling it move and moving with it, my hands free to do whatever they pleased. I took her breasts in my hands, cupping them and feeling their weight and wonderful softness. She leaned into me, still moving her hips so smoothly up and down on my cock. I thrust up meet her downward movements, us now face to face and joining again in a lustful kiss. I felt myself closer to orgasm but fought it away, I couldn't give in just yet. Sara on the other hand was not quite close, I could see her face change just a bit with each up and down thrust, and you should have seen it as I moved my thumb to her clit. As I rubbed at her little button she smiled again against my mouth and moaned my name:

"Andrew...fuck....Andrew....oh God."

Encouraged, I scooped her up, moving to the edge of the bed still inside her and could feel us both pulsing now that the thrusts had momentarily stopped. I looked around for something to set her on and found the that padded bay window across from my bed to be the perfect place. I stood up, but always wanting to try it, and her light body the perfect size, we began to fuck standing up. I grasped her ass tightly in my hands and she wrapped her legs around me. We adjusted to the position and for a minute or two were once again lost in our passion as I fucked her, the sexy little minx that she was, as well as I could. Holding her weight distracted me from my own not-so-far-off orgasm and I plunged into her again and again, seeing that she was enjoying it too. The feeling was like no other, having her wrapped securely around me, suspended in the air and still enjoying the heat of her sex sliding up and down my shaft. I savored it, her breasts pushing against my chest so I could feel her teasing nipples and each breath. 




My Playmate, My Sister



"Fuck...fuck...fuck me...Andrew... fuck your sister... Fuck you're big...shit...shit...Ohmygod." 

I was so turned on by the dirty mouth she got as I fucked her, she never spoken like that before, and I began to pound her harder. Her moans got louder in approval as I pounded at her and her little hole nearly dripped in enjoyment.

Finally I moved with her still impaled on my cock over to the window, set her down, and looked her right in the eyes as I pulled out just past the tip and then began to thrust back into her slowly. Our looks both shouted that we loved and wanted each other so badly. My cock fit perfectly inside my sister's tight little pussy. I knew my orgasm was coming, and I could tell by the look in her eyes that hers was too. She looked back at me, pleading with me to keep going, and we both watched between us as my cock disappeared inside her again and again. The pleasure was agonizing and we never wanted it to end. 

Each stroke brought us closer to our impending climaxes and I looked over her body one final time. She was just barely glistening with sweat and her face was flushed. Her chest, and firm breasts with it was heaving with each moan. She once again pulled me into her with her legs, and used one hand to bring my face to hers. I brushed the hair from her face and grasped her hips with my other hand. We were oblivious to anything else now but the sensation of her wet tunnel grasping at my cock. We alternated between quick, fulfilling strokes to slow and pleasurable ones where we held our breath for an entire thrust. 

We ground against each other, feeling our bodies pressed together and our tongues dancing drunk with lust, and we were both seconds away from release. For a few strokes we looked deep into each other's eyes, wanting to see the other pushed over the edge. I pulled out one final time and Sara's teary eyes begged for that one final advance. As I thrust into her, she screamed aloud, and I nearly blacked out as I began releasing inside of her. Her walls contracted around me, flowing with fluids and I pumped my seed again and again into her, trying to thrust in deeper as I did. She was clutching at any part of me she could with her hands, unable to breathe until her orgasm began to fade. Her legs held me inside of her, and I could think of absolutely nothing as a wave of such intensity washed over me that I went temporarily blind. Sara quivered again and again as her own orgasm rendered her limp in my arms. Her pussy squeezed the last bit out of me and we both held each other, speechless for who knows how long. 

I began to pull myself from her and the tenderness of our lovemaking made it almost impossible to move without both of us trembling at the feeling. As I finally moved completely out of her, we both felt an intense emptiness, which I remedied by quickly laying her down in the window and sliding in behind her. I held her tight as we spooned on the cushions, every sense heightened, and our desires for each other stronger than ever. 

We lay like that for a long time, just feeling each other breathe, still unable to form words or thoughts at what had just transpired. All I knew was that I had just had the experience of a lifetime, and I wanted it to last as long as it possibly could. As if reading my mind, Sara finally managed, 

"I can't believe what you just did to me, that was...." I was hanging on her every word, "fucking incredible," she finished. 

We both smiled at her phrasing, and I knew she felt the same as me. 

"I love you so much Sara, and that was the best thing that will ever happen to me," I said back, knowing that words really couldn't describe fully how I felt.

Sara turned to me with a look on her face I didn't understand, "best thing that will ever happen to you, Andrew?" she questioned. "What about next time?"

...to be continued