12 comments/ 330950 views/ 38 favorites Dance, Little Sister By: museless_me On my twenty-first birthday, I spent a majority of the day relaxing while my eighteen-year-old sister Marisol spent most of the day in her birthday suit. She told me it was because she wanted to get into the spirit of things. I laughed but told her my homeboys were stopping by later and she better be dressed. I had gotten my own place after high school and have been independent of my parents since. Marisol told me she wanted a taste of that independence for her senior year of high school and begged to move in with me. I loved her, spoiled her, so I agreed. My place was, ironically, close to our high school anyway and I told my parents this would be good for her. Marisol hadn't even been living with me a month before I noticed her clothes were everywhere but on her. I tried ignoring it, then talking to her about it. I even tried reverse psychology, but nothing stopped her. She refused to wear clothes in my house unless we had friends over. She was the same way as a little baby. Back then though, it was cute, but now it was...sexy! There was nothing slack about Marisol. Trim and tanned, she was well muscled and even had chiseled abs. Her hair reached down between her shoulder blades, was dark brown and had brown highlights. She looked tough in tight jeans or cutoff shorts. She looked sexy when she wore a black dress with heels. And when she wore a sun dress she looked as sweet as can be. I supposed when I looked at her I didn't see a sister, but a woman who was unapproachable, untouchable, unknowable, taboo... I suppose that's why I was attracted to her—because I couldn't have her. And since she was always prancing around in the nude I was only tortured. Maybe now you understand why I wanted her to stop. Thankfully I was given some peace as my homeboys showed up. For the next couple of hours my mind was lost in a haze of bong smoke, entertained solely by Tekken 5 and Need for Speed Underground 2. Some time during the night, Marisol joined us and I was relieved to see she was dressed. She wore tight jeans and a black t-shirt with gold writing across her small breasts. My little soiree ended after an hour's worth of porn and the munchies set in. My homeboys split, leaving me alone with Marisol. Honestly, she was the last thing on my mind as I just wanted to go back to my room, jerk off, and pass out. Marisol, not knowing my intentions, followed me to my room, saying something about getting a CD. I asked which one it was but she only said she would know it when she saw it. I contemplated, as difficult as it was at the time, using the bathroom to jerk off. By the time my brain came to a decision, Marisol had already selected her CD and was placing it in my stereo. I saw it was the 'From Dusk Till Dawn' soundtrack. "Hey, get out," I told her. She just glared, "Don't tell me what to do, Joel." Sitting on my bed, waiting impatiently, I took a sip of the Smirnoff triple black Marisol had brought with her. The taste of it and Marisol's flavored lip-gloss mingled on my tongue and made my dick twitch. Skipping to track ten, Marisol laugh musically as Cheech Marin declared "All right! Pussy! Pussy! Pussy! Come on in, pussy lovers!" I laughed too, and Marisol skipped further to track thirteen called 'After Dark'. "Mm yeah, that's the one." She said Right before my heavy red eyes, Marisol's hips began to sway, mesmerizing me without much effort at all. Suddenly I was thinking about snake charmers. I'd heard somewhere that snakes can't hear, so it wasn't the music of the flute, but the movement of the flute that snakes danced too. Right now, my sister's ass was like the bobbing flute and my snake followed. "Shit. Get outta here, Marisol." She didn't listen, only continued to gyrate lasciviously. I shifted position on my bed, tugging the crotch of my pants away from my hard prick. I saw Marisol's eyes flash downward and my cheeks grew hot, knowing she had spied my erection. Marisol continued to sway, twisting her arms and legs, actually wiggling out of her tight pants. I was stoned and stunned and none to eager to stop gazing lustfully at her. Her black t-shirt and a hot pink thong were all that protected her from me. Moving closer to me, she pulled her t-shirt off and exposed her breasts to the cool room air. A part of me wanted to look away—a small, almost nonexistent part. My eyes could not unglue themselves from the swaying beauty before me, catching sight of a round butt separated into two smooth hemispheres by a lone string. Following the silky curve of Marisol's back up to her dark hair, my sight was then brought to her hands, which slid her thong down her legs. 'After Dark' came to an end and I sat unmoving, knowing full well what I wanted. Grabbing the remote off the nightstand by my bed, I switched to another CD already in the stereo. I skipped to track seven—lucky number—all the while watching my sister as she watched me. 50 Cent's 'Candy Shop' began to play, and reaching for my sister, I drew her onto my lap so that she straddled me, my hands laying claim to her flesh. For the first time ever, our lips connected with inborn hunger. She wanted this. She knew what she was doing and was not about to be denied. Nor was I. Marisol let out a low whine as our lips parted. Looking into my eyes she kissed me again quickly, then directed my lips to her breasts. I fed upon her left nipple immediately, surprisingly finding the petite breasts more alluring than any of the larger variety. Marisol's body smelled of scented lotion which only strengthened my thirst for her. When Marisol suddenly pulled away from me, I felt depraved of her warmth and feared she had changed her mind. Such was not the case as she dropped to her knees and went to work on my pants. I was mad hard and when she fished out my cock in her cute little hands, I couldn't be more thrilled. With lips and tongue and throat, she took me in, her cheeks becoming concave with suction. I groaned and ran my hands through my little sister's soft hair. I don't know exactly how long she sucked me, but I'm sure it was long enough to start her jaw aching. My body arched hard as I came to my climax, my hand clamped hard on Marisol's neck. Gasping from breath, I saw her lick her lips, salty now with my cum. I stood her up and pulled her back over my lap, the blunt head of my still hard cock probing between her pussy lips. Marisol gave the cutest squeal as I slip up into her. She wasn't a virgin, I knew, but she was still tight. "Oh Joel!" she gasped. "Big brother, yes!" Her body shined now with sweat. I grasped her butt cheeks, squeezing them playfully, a single finger going so far as to poke into her anal passage. My hands then slid up her smooth back and her baby-like coos drove me mad. Her tongue wormed warmly into my ear followed by the whispered demand of "Fuck me, Joel!" and her teeth biting my earlobe. I wrapped my arms around Marisol and lifted her up and down over my cock, loving the feeling of every centimeter of my eight-inch length encased in her tight folds. She was in heat, breathing with lust as she ground her pussy into me. The wet sounds of our rapidly slapping bodies echoed through the room and drowned out the music like crashing ocean waves. Still whining, Marisol rode me like the good girl she was, her arms around my neck. She still nibbled and sucked my ear, whispering encouragement. "Fuck me! Big brother! Ooh Joel, oh!" Everything about Marisol was overriding my senses. Our movements were fast and frantic, our individual pressures building. When I again pressed a finger into Marisol's rectum, it was too much for her. I can't even imagine what her orgasm felt like for her but I'm certain she felt it spiral outward from our conjoined bodies. "Joel!" Now I was driven over the edge, Marisol's convulsing, shuddering body causing me to jet my orgasm up into her. I could only growl like a deranged animal, squeezing my little sister's body close to me as her nails racked my back. Breathing raggedly, I realized Marisol had passed out in my arms. A smile graced her pretty triangular face and a heat bloomed in my chest. It was love, definitely love. I lifted her carefully off my shrinking cock, moaning at the pleasure I felt from the simple movement. I was exhausted, but happily so. Putting Marisol in my bed, I stripped off my clothes and climbed in next to her, covering us. Hugging her warm body close, I fell into a blissful sleep as track twenty 'So Amazing' played on the stereo. Dance, Little Sister Ch. 02 I can't get her out of my head! The smell of her scented body and fragrant hair, the taste of her kisses, the feel of her cinnamon colored skin; every little thing about Marisol was engraved in my mind. Worse yet, the girl knew I was crazy about her, and sought every opportunity to tease or surprise me. Today had been especially grueling, with Marisol text messaging me every dirty thought in her head. All her playful suggestions had me torturously aroused. By the end of the day I was able to vividly imagine my hands playing with her breasts and nipples, rubbing her hipbones and the flat of her belly. I wanted to caress her, tickle her, bite her, play with her mmm... After finally leaving work, I rushed home, hungry for my little sister. I made my way to the door and knocked so Marisol would answer. When she did, I noticed she was unashamedly nude and I quickly wrapped her in my arms. I then assaulted her lips with a kiss that was deep, sloppy, and anything but brotherly. At first, Marisol seemed hesitant, which I thought was odd. My right hand slid down her warm back to squeeze her delicious ass, while my left hand gently pulled the dark silk of her hair. I felt her go slack in my arms, giving in, mewing so slightly. The sound was music to my ears. "Damn that's hot!" The sound of someone else's voice was like a wave of frigid water. I jerked away from Marisol, beyond shocked to find her homegirl Kayla naked and staring at us. She gave me this 'you little devil' smile. I realized that I was holding my breath and just as I exhaled, I heard another voice say, "What's hot?" Then Kayla's brother Kyle came out of the kitchen—also naked. Upon seeing me he simply said, "What's up Joel?" and went back into the kitchen. I was stunned, unable to put up any resistance at all when I felt familiar hands undressing me. I could only watch as Kayla's eyes took in all of my body as it was revealed. "Chill, Joel." I heard Marisol whisper in my ear. "Kayla and Kyle are just like us." I looked down at my little sister, finding an awesomely cute grin on her face. Before I could think about what she had just told me, she pulled me over to sit on a couch. Kayla and now Kyle sat on the couch across from us, with the latter sparking up a joint. Looking the two of them over, you'd never guess they were fraternal twins. Kyle was a lean bodied skater, while Kayla was a voluptuous goth. The only things they had in common were blond hair, green eyes, and eighteen years of age. The four of us got blazed pretty quick, following the puff-puff-pass guideline. The smoke felt both warm and cool as I held it in. We talked and laughed together, eventually coming to everyone's favorite unavoidable subject: sex. As I thought back to that first night with Marisol—and all the nights since—I got extremely aroused. "Have you guys ever seen Marisol dance?" I asked, grinning lecherously at my sister. She looked shocked, while Kyle and Kayla looked interested. Then I watched Marisol become a whole different woman when I muttered these exact words. "Dance, little sister." She strutted over to the stereo, choosing a CD and keeping my attention for herself. I didn't even notice Kyle move the coffee table, or that Kayla stood to dance too. Both she and my sister started to dance to Ciara's 'Oh', swaying their hips to the slow and easy rhythm. I watched Marisol turn to show me her side, building suspense in me, and then turn to show me her beautiful rear. Kayla turned to face her brother and danced closer to him. She moved her hips around independently from her shoulders, running her hands seductively over her own body. The enticing moves of our sisters had an effect on Kyle and me, making us both hard. Things only stepped up as Will Smith's 'Switch' began to play. No doubt Marisol reveled in the positive attention that I completely direct at her and her body. Kayla's upper and lower body movements had the same effect on Kyle, as his eyes were locked on her and he unconsciously licked his lips. The desire in his eyes was plain to see. I now understood what Marisol meant when she had said her friends were just like us. My little sister swayed and moved and turned, giving me spectacular views of her back, her sides, and her front every time Will said 'switch' on the speakers. Behind Marisol, Kayla ran her hands through her blond hair and down her slim neck as she undulated to the music. Her tiny teases left poor Kyle all hot and bothered. I had to wonder who would make the first move. I knew it wouldn't be long before I found out, as things only got hotter when Ying Yang Twins' 'Wait' began to play. Now Marisol's and Kayla's movements were purely sexual. They danced as though D-Roc and Kaine were actually whispering the song in their ears, making them horny. Marisol danced over to me, taking my hands in hers and moving them up her body. There was a light glaze of perspiration on her skin, which made her glisten like a finely cut gem in the dim light. She continued to dance as my hands roamed over her body and pulled her closer. We were now in our own little world, forgetting about everything and everyone else. With a loud crack, Kyle's palm exploded against Kayla's smooth butt-cheek, awakening me from my trance. I looked to find Kyle sitting on the opposite couch with Kayla cradled in his arms, their lips meeting in a soul-searching kiss. "I told you they were just like us." Marisol said as she sat down beside me, her hand stroking my thigh. I looked at her and leaned in, kissing her deeply like I had when I first got home. My seeking touch led Marisol to spread her legs, the both of us urged on by the sounds of Kyle sucking on his sister's heavy breasts. My fingers surrounded Marisol's little clit, enticing it to come out and play. She inhaled sharply as I brushed a finger over it, causing a spike of pleasure to shoot up her spine. In my periphery I saw that Kayla's nipples were bathed in saliva and glistened as she moved off the couch. She began to give her brother the same treatment, lapping at his scrotum. She sucked each nut into her mouth and caressed them with her tongue and lips. Then she gobbled down his erection, inflaming it with the roof of her mouth and the smooth flat of her tongue. Having Marisol do the same to me was tempting, but I had other ideas. Pulling my tongue from Marisol's mouth, I slid down to the floor and licked furiously at her blossom. I pressed my mouth around the baby-pink flesh of her pussy, clamping my lips around it and sucking hard, teasing out its nectar with the tip of my tongue. "Ooh damn!" Marisol gasped, her dark hair falling in her face and stirred by her hot breath. Kayla was salivating in reaction to the taste of her brother's cock, both salty and sweet at once. Her moans sent shivers through Kyle, who pressed his hand on the back of her head. His pleasure was clear as he voiced one encouragement after another. "Yeah baby, take it deeper," and "suck that cock," and "ah, it's good," passed though his lips in hoarse rasps. Though I could've eaten my sister's cunt until my next birthday, I felt her suddenly but gently push me away. She switched places with me so I now sat on the couch, and I felt her lips close over my swollen dick. She then began to glide up and down it with practiced smoothness. My full length was swallowed into her slick throat and I felt a deep pleasurable ache that gathered in my ball sac. Crawling onto all fours and yelling "Fuck me!" with the impatience of a girl half her age, Kayla stuck out her round creamy ass for her brother's use. I saw Kyle move up behind his sister quickly and slam home without warning. A cry of ecstasy left Kayla, followed by several more as Kyle began to rock into her, his sperm heavy testicles thudding against her clit. I could hear Marisol's muffled exclamations of delight as my salty precum oozed in pearly droplets from my piss slit. Pulling free of her mouth, I lay Marisol on her side on the floor and I lay on my side behind her, lifting her leg. With a slowness that was torture for us both, I slid into her, wanting the wet smacking sounds of Kyle's thrusts to excite her. She groaned in frustration, watching Kayla squirm as Kyle drove into her. "Oh shit, yeah!" Kayla cried out. "Take my pussy!" After a moment of watching the wild blondes, I began to shove my cock into Marisol with fast jabs, taking hold of one of her tits and pinching the nipple. In her ear I said, "You feel so good girl, you know that?" The only response I got were her cute little squeals and whines—so much sweeter than words. I knew she could feel an orgasm rushing to overwhelm her. Kyle's pace increased to a frustrated speed and he pounded into his sister roughly. Then he slowed, almost pulling his cock entirely out of Kayla's hot tunnel. With a grunt, he rammed back in, deep and hard, again and again. All thought blocked out by the sensations in her pussy, Kayla's body began to shake as the tidal wave flooded over her, starting deep in her belly and spreading outwards to the tips of her fingers and toes. Juices splashed from her hole as Kyle continued his wild thrusts. After her orgasm passed, Kyle pulled out and moved back onto the other couch, pulling Kayla up to sit on his cock with her back to him. Just as Kayla began to rise and fall on his rigid length, the building heat inside Marisol radiated to a flashing white. Her entire body locked in a massive convulsion as her landslide-like orgasm tumbled through her every cell. While she continued to quake and shiver, I moved my sister onto all fours. I had brought her to the peak of sexual rapture, now it was my turn. Lubing my cock with spit, I pressed it into Marisol's puckered asshole, causing another orgasm to slipstream through her golden-brown body. I eased my cock all the way up her contracting rectum, causing a deep groan to burst from my throat. "Dick's so fuckin' good." Marisol growled, beating a fist on the floor. Eyes wide with astonishment, Kyle felt his cock stiffen and a heat rushed to its tip like a flaming arrow. With a long exhalation, he ejaculated hot streams of spunk up into Kayla's drenched pussy. As I moved in and out of Marisol, all I felt was a vice-like pressure milking my cock like a hungry mouth. The moans around me and the ache inside me finally brought me over the edge. I lunged forward again and again, gasping loudly with each squirt of sperm. Ripples of ecstasy went through me like shockwaves. I don't remember much after that, but I know I passed out. Early the next morning, I woke up on the couch with a thin blanket covering me. "Hey you." I heard Marisol say. I looked up to see her gazing down at me from her seat on the couch's arm. "Did you have fun?" "Yeah," I breathed. I smiled as I noticed she was wearing my shirt from yesterday. She looked cute as always. "Where's Kyle and Kayla?" "They left last night." Marisol told me, smiling. "But they said they couldn't wait for out next incest party." I was stunned. "In—what?" Marisol just giggled. * (I don't think this one was as good as the first, but tell me what you think. Thanks – musless_me.) Dance, Little Sister Ch. 03 I gotta tell you, Missy Elliott's new CD is hot. How do I know? Come on, don't tell me you don't know what music does to my little sister. If you do, then surely you can imagine what a new CD might lead to. I didn't exactly plan it, if you want the truth, but things have a way of working themselves out... It was a Saturday, about a week after that 'party' with Kyle and Kayla, and I had the afternoon to myself. Out of boredom, really, I decided to pay my sister a surprise visit. So I left my crib, made two stops to pick up some things, then drove to the boutique where Marisol worked. A small bell by the door announced my entrance, but no one was around. It was a little dark and cramped inside, but I made my way over to the checkout counter with ease. I was about to call out when I heard a small voice behind me ask, "Can I help you?" "What's up, sis?" I turned and smiled, holding up a bag of take out from our favorite Korean restaurant. Marisol brightened up, saying "Hey you!" and gave me a quick hug. "I thought I smelled something good. Did you get those sweet cucumbers I like?" I nodded, admiring her outfit. She wore a tight baby T-shirt that bared her smooth tummy and a pair of large khaki cargo pants that hung low on her bronze hips. I was surprised to see a small gold ring piercing her navel. And from that ring hung a tiny gold heart. "When did you get that?" I asked. I saw Marisol blush. "I just got it two days ago." Moving closer to her, I inspected it. "You've been hiding it from me." I said with a secretive smile. "I was afraid you wouldn't like it." Marisol spoke in a low tone, looking away. "I do like it," I assured her. She smiled and thanked me with a peck on the cheek. Looking at her seriously, I asked her, "What was that?" referring to her kiss. My sister looked at me in confusion, so I asked, "Is someone else here?" She nodded no, so then I asked, "Are there any security cameras?" Again, she nodded no. Smirking, I pulled Marisol close to me and kissed her deeply on her lips. I felt them part and my tongue slipped past her teeth to duel with her own. She moaned slightly, then pulled away. "Was that better?" she asked. "Yep!" I said, and watched her cute rump as she moved toward the boutique's door. My mind kept shifting to more naughty thoughts as she locked the dead bolt and turned the OPEN sign to CLOSED. When she returned to my side, I was quick to feed her a slice of sweet cucumber and give her a small wrapped package decorated with little red roses. "You're sweet," she told me, then squealed in delight after she ripped off the paper. "You got them for me!" Marisol now held up two CD's, one in each hand. The first was Missy Elliott's 'The Cookbook' and she was quick to unwrap the case and place the disc in the portable stereo on the countertop. Together we ate and talked while listening to the first three tracks. But when track four 'Lose Control' began to play, the beat was irresistible. I didn't even stop to think about how the song title held a certain significance for us. I only watched Marisol for a moment before moving to dance with her. She rocked and shook her body, displaying herself to me in that innocently sexy way she has. In the low light, the gold belly ring glittered as she writhed and I found my eyes constantly drifting towards it. Our bodies were close and rapidly heating up. But sadly, with the song's end, we cooled it. After all, Marisol still had to work. So, being a good boy, I controlled my arousal. For now at least. Returning to the counter, we finished our lunch as Marisol sifted through the CD for songs she liked. Coming upon track six 'Meltdown' we had to laugh as Missy rhymed about her man's 'magic stick' tasting like candy. "Does mine taste like candy?" I joked. Marisol just glanced down at my crotch and smiled. Then she skipped on to track ten, entitled '4 My Man.' I then felt Marisol's arms wrap around my shoulders and the two of us began to sway to the slow jam. My own hands fell onto Marisol's waist and I looked down to stare into her affection-filled eyes. She was so beautiful and perfect and I could only hope my own eyes showed her just how much I loved her. When the song finished, I moved to choose the next song. The CD cover called track thirteen 'Mommy' and as I suspected, it was a song for all those sexy lil mammas out there. I smiled at my sister who began to dance with an arousing look in her eyes. Watching her work her body almost seductively, my eyes kept shifting to her little belly ring. It really was an exciting addition to the whole package that was Marisol. "You don't like my belly ring, do you?" she asked me after the song ended. She hopped up onto the counter almost pouting. I guess my looking at it made her think I didn't like it. But I loved it and told her so. Still, she looked unsure. So I pulled up a nearby chair and sat directly in front of her, leaning forward until my face was inches from her tummy. "It's sexy." I whispered to her. With my index finger, I lightly flicked the heart that hung in front of her navel. It must've tickled because Marisol's stomach muscles tightened. Without really thinking I took hold of her hips and gently kissed her tummy, all the while gazing up at her innocently. I couldn't be a good boy anymore, and since Marisol said nothing, I smiled and kissed her tummy once again. She leaned back a little and let out a trembling sigh. I tickled her belly button with my nose, gently blowing on her skin, and my fingers began to trace little lines along her hips. Almost directly across from us, our sexy scene was reflected in a full-length mirror. I was seated before my little sister, kissing, nibbling, and stroking her skin. The expression on her face, eyes half closed and mouth panting, was one of absolute lust. Gradually, my fingers worked their way up toward her breasts. I saw that her nipples were poking out strongly through her T-shirt, which meant—no bra—I love that! My hands went for the little nubs and I felt Marisol turn to jelly as I lightly massaged her small breasts and tingling nipples. Pushing up the T-shirt to expose her tits, I found the shirt was so snug that it stayed up by itself. I was shocked at how swollen my sister's nipples were, like little gumdrops. I don't think I had ever seen them this way before. Delicately, I began pinching each one. Marisol trembled in anticipation as she watched me stand to encircle her left nipple in my lips. After a few moments of gentle suction, Marisol pushed me back and grabbed my shirt. With trembling hands, she pulled it off me and then brushed her fingers over my chest, causing the barest hint of a tingle up my spine. Then she did something she had never done before—she bent her head to taste my nipple. She ran her tongue over it and kissed it, letting it slip between her lips. It was incredible, as I had never had this done to me before. She sucked gently at first, but the more she sucked, the more she wanted it. My hands moved to Marisol's waist, fumbling with the bottom of her khakis. Reluctantly she let my nipple pop out of her mouth, and stood up on shaky legs to allow me to undo the button and unzip her zipper. I reached between her legs and traced a finger across the wet lace thong covering her slit. Then I pulled down the tiny piece of cloth and leaned in close to kiss her neck, my hands going behind to caress her butt. Lifting her back onto the counter, Marisol scooted forward a little and spread her legs wantonly. Her pussy lips pouted slightly and a drop of moisture hung from the point where they came together. I had retaken my seat in front of her and now reached out with my tongue to flick the little pearl of juice into my mouth. Her taste and scent were familiar by now to me, but no less potent. I placed a finger along the folds of her pussy and gently urged them apart. With my other hand, I inserted my index finger, feeling her wetness and heat. The digit slid back and forth into her with ease, but I knew she felt my ministrations. I started out slow, steadily increasing the speed until I was finger fucking her delicate flower with abandon. Marisol couldn't help but coo and moan. She whined for more and I was quick to lean forward and give her what she wanted. I pushed my face deep between her thighs, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue. Slowly, I licked up and down the length of her slit as my finger rapidly worked her over. Marisol's fingers grasped my short hair and her hips began to buck against my face. Removing my finger, I wormed my tongue in to take its place. I suckled her lips and kissed her clit, making my sister gasp and gulp for air. My hands parted her butt cheeks and a lone finger poked into her anus. Marisol pulled up her knees so her heels were on the counter against her ass, opening herself further even as her hips went into overdrive. My tongue worked inside her spasmodic pussy as my finger danced deep into her butt opening. I opened my eyes to see into the mirror again. The vision of my little sister in the throws of orgasmic passion was incredible. I could feel her juices pour into my eager mouth like water from a pitcher. She whimpered and cried and whispered my name over and over again. She then collapsed into my arms in the chair and took a moment to recover. I gently voiced how much I loved her in her ear, and groaned as I felt her begin to suck on my neck. Wordlessly, Marisol slipped to her knees and removed my pants and boxers. Honestly, I don't know how I could have ignored my aching hardon till now. My guess was that my mind was on my sister's satisfaction alone. "Oh, he's a really big boy today." Marisol hotly said before she wrapped a cool hand around my shaft. I watched as she opened her mouth and began lapping then sucking on my balls. She rolled each one around with her tongue and nibbled my tender sac with her lips. Then, with the tip of her tongue, my sister worked her way up the underside of my cock until she came to the head. My eyes rolled back into my head as her hot mouth and wet tongue massaged my thickened crown. My veins bulged and my cock seemed to defy gravity as it continued to raise and thicken. Marisol's mouth watered, saliva trickling out the corners of her mouth, as she plunged forward. She sucked back and forth over my length, making me shiver. My hand found its way to the back of her neck and began to exert a steady pressure. Marisol suddenly breathed deeply through her nose and I felt my cock head press at her throat. Then, just as suddenly, Marisol pulled away and a silvery thread ran from her tongue to the tip of my cock. My sister giggled like a girl who was giving head for the first time. She was so cute and I could not resist kissing her. I felt no revulsion at all at tasting myself on her lips and tongue. She giggled again and then her mouth closed over my rod. She sucked and slavered hungrily and, in her arousal, she let it slide all the way down her throat. She pulled her head back, tickling at the hard bright glans with her tongue. Though I loved the oral attention, I ultimately wanted more. I leaned over, reaching behind Marisol as she continued to suck me, to play with her pussy. She stood and smiled, turning her back to me. Her luscious butt was in my face and I couldn't help but give it a light slap. At first there was some resistance as Marisol pushed back on my upstanding hardness and it began to penetrate her. But soon she could feel my heavy nuts knocking against her and she groaned in delicious fullness. As her juices started to flow, my cock moved smoothly in and out of her pussy, massaging her inner walls and sending waves of heat through her body. The only movement I made was to grab Marisol's butt and lean my head back as she rode me. I then started to thrust up into her tight passage, feeling a smooth yet firm grip all around. "Oh stop Joel." My sister moaned. "I want to take this slow, baby." Who was I to argue? If she wanted this to last, I'd let it last. With Marisol continuing to ride me, I felt her pussy's grip and suction on my cock increase. I could feel her getting wetter and—yum!—her smell was getting stronger. Maybe I couldn't hold out. No, I couldn't. My hands gripped Marisol's waist and I began to thrust up into her. "Joel. Slow down. Not so deep." I didn't listen. I quickened my pace, injecting my thick dick into her as deep as I could. I could see her face in the mirror, all horny and flushed. She wanted this—the opposite of what she had been telling me. "So good baby," I groaned, smacking her ass and watching my cock sink into her again and again. "So fucking wet." In the mirror, Marisol looked like a virgin being ravished. I suppose, because she was my sister, she could do that—look all innocent. To me, any other girl would look like a slut riding her pussy on my cock while pinching a nipple and rubbing her clit. "You're so cute." I whispered to her, running my hands up her slick back. I felt her body shake as she moaned back. "Please, brother, more." I obliged, jabbing my prick sharply up into her. Her squeals were the real music that made me lose control. I suddenly stood up, lifting Marisol without removing my cock, and laid her over the counter. Still pumping my prick into her tight little kitty, I probed her ass with a finger while simultaneously giving both cheeks little smacks. Marisol's juices were actually running down her thighs. "God Joel, more!" Marisol cried. "Give me more. Please! Please!" "Yeah little sister," I said as vulgarly as I could. "You like big brother's cock up your cunt, don't you?" "Fuck yes!" My cock was throbbing and dark, thick and ready to discharge all that my balls had to offer. All I needed was a push---the right sound, or the right feeling... "Ooh, Joel!" Marisol gasped out. "Ahh!" And the floodgates opened. Her orgasm gushed around me, drenching my pubic patch, and the counter, and her thighs, I felt her pussy grow tight and tense, gripping my shaft as though craving for my seed. In elation, my body gave hers what it wanted, a river of hot sperm rushing deep into her. I moaned with every jerk of my dick as several smaller pulses of cum filled my little sister up. I nearly collapsed over her, kissing and nibbling and licking her back. I jerked my cock to squeeze out every drop of cum. "Mmm." Marisol cooed, turning on the countertop so that she lay on her back. "Now fuck my ass, Joel." God, I loved this woman! Still jerking my cock, I delved the head into her juice-filled pussy and lubed her ass. Marisol grunted as her anus put up resistance against my invading dick. I was soon fully burrowed inside her ass and our combined cum flowed out of her flower. My cock was soaked and now slid into Marisol's butt with more ease. I gripped her hips and slammed into her again and again, feeling her hot ass caress every inch of my length. Smiling down at my little sister, I reached to lightly flick her glittering belly ring as I fucked her. I thrust roughly into her hot tight anal passage, thinking now only of my need. Marisol was sucking her thumb to keep from screaming her delight to the world. She watched me with half-closed eyes that still glowed with desire. The sounds of our fucking, the scent of our lust, the sight of our bodies, the taste of our passion, the feeling of our joining—it was all too much for me. With a deep groan of satisfaction that vibrated in my chest and throat, my cock began to vibrate and then jumped with a hard spurt of cum. The second shot was no less hard, and I felt as though I was pouring my heart and soul into my little sister's body. There was a ringing in my ears that turned out to be Marisol screaming as a much more intense orgasm ripped through her body. The two of us were completely drained yet we both felt fulfilled. The smile on my face, I remember seeing in the mirror, was as goofy looking as goofy could get. If anyone had seen me they would have known by my smile alone that I had just had great sex. Ha! What would they think if they knew it was with my sister? "You're too good to me." I said as I helped my sister clean up. Her kiss was a long and deep one, filled with promises. "Likewise, bro." I returned home, satisfied, and waited for Marisol to come home to me. While I waited, I prepared a romantic dinner for the two of us. Marisol loved my cooking and experience had taught me that when she's happy, I'm happy, if you catch my drift. "I hope you're not tired." Marisol said when she came home. I exited the kitchen to find her standing in the living room with her hand down her pants, apparently masturbating. "Why is that?" I grinned. It was then that she held up in her other hand the second CD that I had bought her, a large NOW 19 on the cover. I guess maybe dinner would have to wait...