12 comments/ 480205 views/ 177 favorites Drunk Sister By: centrum1000 Jason Carter, an eighteen year old high school senior, can't wait to get out of his parents house and go away to college. Being a typical suburban teen he is anxious to spread his wings and explore the world without his parents constantly looking over his shoulder. Another reason that Jason can't wait to move out is his sister, Tara. She is only a year older than him but being the more mature one he ended up living in her shadow because she demanded so much attention from his parents. It wasn't so much that she wasn't smart, but she was just plain lazy and had always been more interested in boys and going to parties than she was in studying. Eventually their parents realized that Tara wasn't going to live up to their expectations and they decided to do whatever they could to ensure that she made something of herself. When she started getting bad grades in high school their parents couldn't afford a tutor so they asked Jason to help her out. It was a good thing that he was in so many advanced placement classes because he managed to help her get her grades high enough to graduate. Graduating high school is one thing but getting into college was a whole other problem. After sending out applications to every possible option Tara ended up going to the only school that would take her - Smithson Community College. Tara, now a college freshman, still lives at home with her parents while she tries to save up for an apartment of her own. So far it hasn't been working out very well for her. In her first semester alone she was fired from three separate jobs. Stuck in a small town putting up with his loser of a sister Jason couldn't wait to finally get away. Ever since Tara started college she turned into an even bigger party animal. She goes out with her current boyfriend Rick, lately it seems like there is a new guy every other week, every weekend and stumbles home piss drunk. Her father had pretty much given up on Tara at this point but had none the less given her an ultimatum that if she came home drunk one more time he was taking her car away. Normally Jason tried to stay out of his sister's business as much as possible but this was a major problem for him too. He didn't have a car of his own and since Tara usually got rides from her boyfriends she would let him drive her car whenever he needed. He just couldn't stand the thought of losing his only means of getting out of the house so he sat down with his sister and made her promise to lay off the partying for at least a few weeks until their dad had a chance to cool off. This night was just like any other at the Carter house. Jason's parents were in bed by 10 o'clock and he stayed up watching a movie with his girlfriend Heather. They had been dating for a few months but she still wanted to take things slow and hadn't yet let him go all the way yet. After the movie, Heather went home and Jason stayed up to clean up a little before going to bed. It was about 1:30am when he heard a car door slam followed by the sound of someone struggling with keys at front door. It had to be Tara. He couldn't let her wake up their parents so he ran over and opened the door for her. Tara was so drunk she could barely stand up. She stood in the entryway fumbling with her keys even as he stood in front of her in the open doorway. "Shhhh..." Jason put his finger to her mouth trying to get her to keep quiet. "Dawn't ssshhhh meee. This is myyy house too..." Her slurred speak trailed off as she staggered through the door. His sister clearly needed his help. Jason grabbed her by the arm and led her inside the house. By the time he managed to close the door Tara was clutching tightly onto him with both hands. Jason guided his sister through the living room to the stairs but had to struggle to get her to go where he wanted. At the base of the stairs Tara turned to her brother and with half-closed eyes slurred "I had such a good time tonight Rick" before her head flopped over onto his shoulder. Jason couldn't believe that his sister was so drunk that she mistook him for her boyfriend Rick. He was relieved at least that now that she was passed out he wouldn't have to worry about her making any noise, the problem now was getting her up the stairs. Tara was a good 10 inches shorter than her younger brother and he didn't think that she could possibly weigh very much so Jason bent down and with one arm behind her knees and the other behind her back he scooped her up into his arms. Jason slowly managed to carry his sister up the stairs without making a sound. With both hands occupied he awkwardly fumbled with her door knob when he felt his sister starting to stir in his arms. When he finally pushed the door open her paused briefly to look down at her and saw that she was staring up into his eyes. Jason felt his sister's hands holding on to his chest as he carried her into her bedroom. Approaching her bed she made her move. In the blink of an eye Tara lifted her head up and kissed Jason on the lips. Using her hands she pulled his head down to meet hers and began to make out with her little brother. Startled, Jason tried to pull his head back but her grip was too tight and his sister continued to sloppily kiss him. He dropped her onto her bed but her grip on him pulled him down as well. Tara bounced back against her bed while her brother fell to the floor. His sister was clearly awake now. Tara began laughing as soon as she hit her mattress. Jason looked up from the floor and saw his sister staring back at him with wild eyes and tussled hair. Tara rose to her knees and pulled her shirt over her head. Throwing her shirt across the room she lost balance and fell back down landing in the middle of her bed giggling. She landed on her back facing Jason wearing just a pink lace bra and a short denim skirt. Tara's legs were spread out wide enough for her brother to clearly see her bright pink lace panties that matched her bra. Jason was in shock as he stared at his drunken sister with her legs splayed out exposing herself to him. He never had any sexual thoughts about his sister but that was rapidly starting to change. Tara is a petite girl, only about 5'2", with short blond hair and a very firm body. Jason's penis started growing in his pants while he stared at his half naked drunken sister lying on her bed. Jason slowly got himself up while sexual thoughts of his sister ran through his head. Tara moved so that she was sitting on the edge of her bed and reached out for her brother. He nervously stepped forward unsure of what he was doing. Tara took the initiative and reached out for his shorts with both hands. In an instant she pulled his shorts and underwear down his legs releasing his raging hard on. The tip of Jason's cock smacked against his sister's face as she leaned forward to pull down his pants. He looked down at her and saw that she was staring hungrily into his eyes. He had never seen that kind of look in his sister's eyes before. Turning her face down Tara opened her mouth and lowered it onto her younger brother's penis. She reached up and grabbed his hips with both hands pulling him into her waiting mouth. Jason couldn't believe that his sister was sucking his cock. He tried to rationalize that she didn't know who he was and he wouldn't be able to get her to stop without her realizing what she had done, so he couldn't stop her now. The reality was that he was enjoying it. He started to see this as payback for all of the crap that she made him put up with. He quickly realized that she had plenty of experience sucking cock because she wasted no time and managed to take his whole shaft into her mouth with each thrust. Tara worked her tongue around his cock as he slid in and out of her mouth. "Ohhhhh Tara, that feels so good." He was trying to remain silent but he couldn't help it. "mmmmppphhhh" Since Jason hadn't had a blowjob in a long time he felt like he was getting close to cumming after only a few seconds when his sister pulled her mouth off of his cock and looked up at him with a wicked smile. As soon as she pulled her mouth off of him his cock erupted shooting a ribbon of cum through the air hitting her on her face. She seemed to enjoy this turn of events and threw her head back pushing her chest out at her brother as he shot another stream of cum which landed on her neck and chest. A third shot of cum flew through the air and hit his sister on her stomach. While Jason stood there with his throbbing cock slowly softening his sister scrambled back up onto her bed. She threw herself onto her back facing him and began to strip. First she took off her bra, tossing it at her brother. It hit him on his chest before falling to the floor. She then she slid her panties down her legs and tossed them to the side. Jason took in the sight of his sister stretched out on her bed waiting for him. She looked amazing with her perky cum covered tits pushed out at him and her legs spread wide offering him a perfect view of her pussy. She pulled the hem of her skirt up around her waist and slid her hand between her legs. Jason watched as his sister proceeded to finger herself in front of him. After a few minutes of watching his sister masturbating she looked at him and said "Oh Rick, I need your cock inside of me NOW!" Even though Jason had just came he was already getting hard again watching his sister's cum soaked breasts bouncing as she vigorously fucked herself with her hand. Jason ripped his shirt off and crawled between his sister's legs pushing her hand out of the way. He pushed his face onto her dripping pussy and bathed her with his tongue. Her tight curls of blond pubic hair were already matted down against her bare flesh from her own juices. "I love it when you eat my pussy Rick. Don't stop!" With that encouragement he let his tongue glide across the length of her pussy slowly working his tongue from side to side pushing her pussy lips apart. His sister's pussy juices tasted go good he just couldn't get enough. Tara's clit rubbed against her brother's nose when he pushed he tongue inside of her. He shook his head from side to side rubbing her clit with his nose while he ate her out. Tara's thighs wrapped around his face as she let out another moan. Jason could taste his sister's cream dripping out of her as he continued to work his tongue around her pussy. Tara's tight pussy pulsated under his mouth while she came. Jason kept licking his sisters sopping wet pussy until after her orgasm subsided. Tara pulled him up by his head positioning him on top of her. She pulled his face to hers and pushed her tongue into her brother's mouth. Jason felt his own warm sticky cum rubbing against his face he kissed his sister. His cock was already pressing against her waiting pussy and he entered her with one hard thrust. Tara let out a deep moan as her brother's cock penetrated deep inside of her tight pussy. Jason worked his mouth down her neck before realizing that he was licking up his own cum that still covered her body. At this point he couldn't stop and kept pounding his cock into his older sister's pussy while moving his mouth onto her breast gently biting her nipple. Tara moaned again as he bit her. Jason rolled her nipple between his lips pressing down hard every time she made a noise. He moved his hand to her other breast and massaged her soft skin while her body writhed beneath him. "Oh Rick, your cock feels so big tonight. Fuck me like an animal!" Jason's next thrust was even harder as he pounded his petite sister with his rock hard cock. He could tell from her panting that she was getting close to another orgasm and so was he. Jason began to slam his body into hers as hard as he could. Their sweating thighs slapped against each other to the rhythm of their fucking. Feeling like he was about to cum Jason grabbed his sister's waist in his hands and pushed as far inside of her as he could manage. Her pussy suddenly wrapped tightly around his rock hard cock causing him to cum. He shot another load of cum into his sister while her pussy continued to massage his cock. Jason slowed his pace as he finished cumming and looked down at his sister only to realize that she was already passed out under him. He pulled his cock out of her and stood up staring down at his sister's sweating naked cum soaked body spread across her bed. He could see his cum dripping out of her pussy into a puddle between her legs. Jason gathered up his clothes, but before leaving he pulled out his cell phone and took a few pictures of his naked sister as a keepsake. Leaving her there he crept down the hall to his own bedroom. Jason drifted off to sleeping thinking about all the fun he would have the next time she came home drunk after a night out with Rick. Drunk Sister Needs Help AUTHOR'S NOTE: No characters under the age of 18 are represented in this work. Here's a true story about myself and my sister that no one in the family knows...including my sister. Beth was going through that partying phase of life that clouds a young lady's judgment. You know, hazardous suburban gatherings that lack adult supervision, and the like. I'd been enviously watching it happen for more than a year (coinciding with the time that our parents were separated), and was looking forward to the age when I'd earn the same sort of freedom that she was enjoying. It seemed to take an eternity to get through adolescence. It didn't help in slowing down her partying that Beth was a curvy girl with a very pretty face and a penchant for wearing low-cut blouses and miniskirts (I'm afraid I'm giving away the era when this happened). When it wasn't skirts it was bell-bottom jeans, skin-tight to show off her ass. She wore her hair long and straight, and did I mention that when she gave out with one of her warm and happy smiles that she had a mouthful of beautiful teeth? Mine were in braces at the time, a socially painful event when you're that age (especially for boys). I resented Beth for her dental perfection alone, never mind the rest of the attention she received. Despite being related to Beth I still found her sexy and desirable. Hell, I was a horny young man who got a hard-on if the wind blew strongly enough, so daydreams of stripping her naked and having my way with her should in no way be misconstrued as weird or incestuous. Should they? It didn't help that my friends were constantly pointing out her ripe body to me, as though I hadn't noticed. Anyway, being the proverbial younger brother I could only look on as Beth slid from experimenting with reefer out back of the school, to Kahlua-fueled petting sessions in dark basement rec rooms, and from there to weekend binges with the field hockey team (a tough bunch of girls they were, but somehow they attracted the most popular boys to their parties, invariably held on the wrong side of the tracks). She was headed for a train wreck, and Beth seemed to get off on relaying the gory details to me at night when she'd get home, stoned or drunk. The evening I'm recalling was a weekend when Mom and Dad were away in Bermuda "working on their marriage". With neither of us siblings requiring a babysitter anymore, no one else but myself knew Beth had been missing in action for a day or so. This left me alone in the house. I spent this stretch of time playing basketball with friends out behind our garage, eating at Friendly's because I was hoping to meet some girl who didn't look at me with disgust....but, mostly, by studying the Playboys my Dad had stashed in his underwear drawer. I was trying my best to spy more than a wisp of Connie Kreski's pubic hair, to no avail, but it was a fun pastime. Penthouse wasn't out in the U.S. yet, but at least during the time I'm speaking about Playboy was featuring real women, not the airbrushed fakes featured today. Usually when studying Dad's mags I barely had time for more than furtive, almost desperate masturbation. Given this luxurious amount of time to myself that weekend, I was having a fine time bringing myself just to the point of orgasm before stopping and letting the urgency ebb away. That way, when I finally did let myself go, I figured it was gonna be a lollapalooza. This means I was sporting a constant erection. I'd slip down to the kitchen to get myself a bite with my throbbing dick hanging out of my Fruit of the Looms, listen to the radio while wolfing down a sandwich, and then mosey back up the stairs to my fantasy Playboy women with that same stiffie leading the way. That evening my sister got home at roughly 1 AM. I'll never know whether some friend dropped her off or if she took a cab, because being articulate was beyond her abilities that night. All I know is I heard a loud thump downstairs at the back porch, bringing me abruptly out of my fantasy world (of being a pipe-smoking photographer with an unlimited bevy of naked women at my feet). It sounded like a baseball bat had been applied to the back door. Then I heard a loud voice that vaguely resembled Beth's. Scrambling to put the magazines back in Dad's drawer, I took the stairs two at a time, filled with alarm. At the last possible moment I remembered I was in just my underwear and t-shirt, and that my aching, unfulfilled privates were still hanging out in front of me! As I reached the porch door I stuffed myself into my briefs and peered out into the darkness. The dim moonlight showed me Beth lying on her back on the floor, a glint of keys in one hand. She seemed to be trying to move and having little success, like a turtle on its back. I was now even more alarmed. I switched on the porch light and flung open the door. It wasn't until I found myself kneeling next to her and calling her name that I got a whiff of the alcohol, or should I say a blast. I was simultaneously greatly relieved and very pissed off to realize that her condition was due to fool drunkenness and nothing more. As I tried my best to get Beth to come to, shaking her and calling her name, the stupor of unfulfilled sexual arousal was still ruling my mind. This condition had part of me noting that my sister's breasts were quite visible in outline under her sloppily-arranged peasant blouse, and that her nipples were stiff as anything. I tried to urge her to her feet, which got her to giggling and calling my name. "Sean, Sean", she said, like I was some sort of cute little puppy, over and over again. I struggled to get her body upright, pulling her out of her shoes in the process. Her big tits bobbed and weaved under the blouse, grabbing my attention. I wondered what had become of her bra. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders affectionately, which helped me finally get her into a sort of standing position. Her breath was like an open vat of vodka. How I got her into the house and up the stairs I can't fully remember, but I do recall how dead her weight felt under my hands as I cursed her inability to move on her own. There's nothing quite like a drunken human being to drag you down – she felt like two hundred pounds. At the same time I felt a thrill of sorts at being more or less in charge of her, realizing that her body was at my disposal, sort of. Sorry if that sounds sick, but any guy who remembers spending practically a whole evening poring over nudie mags will know it's difficult to clear your head in a hurry. I had to grip her pretty strongly on the way up the stairs. Beth's miniskirt had ridden up so that my right hand was grasping bare thigh, and my left had slipped under and was supporting her panty-clad ass. I was happy she wasn't in jeans, like usual on weekends, but I wondered why she had on no stockings, or if she'd even put them on before going out. I guess I'll never know, and anyway I didn't mind. She was giggly and happy, still softly chanting my name. Her half-lidded eyes looked so relaxed I feared she'd go to sleep before I could get her to her room. As we crested the stairs and turned the corner she fluttered them open in alarm and announced "Gotta go pee," in a silly little voice I'd never heard from her. Man, was she plastered! I made a quick "lesser-of-two-evils" sort of calculation: (1.) the trauma of helping my own sister onto the can, versus (2.) laundering some urine-soaked bedding and maybe some carpet along the way. I hurriedly pulled her into the bathroom and managed to hold her in place with one arm while getting the lid up with the other. Then I let Beth flop down into a more or less sitting position. I know what you're thinking: how was she going to piss with her panties on? Well, the fact that such a thing hadn't occurred to me may give you an idea of how little experience I'd had with women, and also how unprepared I was for dealing with an incapacitated one. Right then I was more concerned that she might flop forward onto the floor. I pulled her skirt up until it was scrunched around her waist, to protect it from getting splashed, but somehow hadn't twigged that her panties would be a problem. From my standing position before my sister as I was doing this, looking down, I found myself again captivated by her breasts. They moved around so provocatively under her blouse as she swayed a bit from side to side. It was hypnotic. That may be another reason it hadn't yet occurred to me that her panties would be an encumbrance. Beth steadied herself and looked up at me with those happy, loopy eyes, catching me looking at her tits. "You're bad," she admonished, and then I heard her start to piss, the urine drizzling into the bowl quietly. My automatic reaction would probably look comical now: mortified that I'd forgotten her panties being in the way, I rushed to kneel down and reach between her legs to pull the fabric aside. It was like some sort of autonomic system within me at work. Part of my brain registered all the "firsts" I was experiencing: my first time touching a woman's panties; my first time seeing female pubic hair; my first time brushing my fingers over a woman's pussy; and my first time feeling a woman piss on my fingers. All of this in about three seconds. It would've been overwhelmingly erotic if I hadn't been in such a panic to keep my sister from peeing all over the floor and herself. Having succeeded in getting the wet cotton vee of her panties pulled aside, her liquid was gushing now all over my fingers. I abruptly pulled them away in a sort of horror and amazement, clambering to my feet. Beth just looked up at me, contentedly drunk, and whizzed away. Her thighs had lazed open, and I couldn't help staring. Beth's healthy growth of light brown pubic hair didn't hang low enough to cover the lips of her vulva, so I received a good anatomy lesson there despite the cotton vee being only pulled halfway aside. The coral pink of her opening was a revelation, as was the startling sight of just how much liquid a bladder can hold – she seemed to go on and on. It was pouring out of her. She even giggled at the spectacle herself, looking down at herself and then up at me with a stuporous grin. "Hadda go," she whispered, as though we hadn't both noticed. And then: "Your underwear looks funny." Funny? What could be funny about my underwear? My fuzzy-thinking brain, still lust-addled after hours of wanking without completion, couldn't fathom what she meant. And then I saw that Beth was studying the front of my briefs with some weird sort of interest. It seemed like she was trying to focus her eyes on something. Holy shit - I still had a hard-on! I was standing in front of my own sister (who was just finishing up her marathon piss, and sloppily peeling off some toilet paper) with a huge bulge in my tight briefs. My god, my equipment was a mere couple of feet away from her face, the way she was sitting before me on the toilet. I could not breathe for a moment as I stood there, frozen in time, and watched her studying my underwear with curiosity etched onto the slack features of her pretty face. Beth was drunk and uncoordinated, but she still managed to wipe herself clean with the bit of paper she'd torn off the roll. So, here was another first for me: seeing a woman clean her pussy after a pee. She was acting as normal as possible, under the circumstances, but was clearly all on automatic pilot. Those moments seemed to stretch out forever, and now it's comical to think of the two of us like that, me standing there in the bathroom in front of her with an erection curving up the front of my underwear, watching Beth tidy up while she stared at my crotch. I was completely unprepared for what she did next. Apparently unable, in her trashed state, to figure out why my underwear "looked funny" like that, she reached out with her free hand and unceremoniously felt me up. I'm sure her frontal lobes had no idea what she was doing, but at the same time it was a sort of "expert" exploration that her hand gave me; nothing tentative about it, assuring me that she'd done that sort of thing many times before. For my part, all I could do was groan. The part of my psyche that was so involved with sex (okay, masturbation) at that age responded deeply and wholeheartedly to this long-overdue touch of a woman's hand on my privates, albeit through the thick cotton of boy's underwear. Beth's fingers seemed to know exactly how to grasp me and impart a healthy handshake. It was everything I'd imagined it might be, those few moments, and it filled my body with delight even as my rational mind revolted and caused me to jump back away from her in automatic dismay. "Oh," Beth laughed quietly. There was a world of carnal knowledge in that one syllable. And then, again: "Oh." "You're drunk," I observed defensively, somewhat horrified at what she'd just done. "We should get you to bed." I tried to sound authoritative, and punctuated my remarks by reaching out to hold her shoulders firmly. She giggled. "Not going to bed now," she announced, shaking free of me. "Too dirty. Gotta shower." With that Beth struggled to rise from the toilet and work the flush handle at the same time, a challenge to anyone this inebriated. She stumbled sideways toward the tub. I rushed again to keep my sister from falling over, just managing to get my arms around her as she began to slip. I'm certain that if not for me she'd have cracked her head open on the porcelain. As it was, because of Beth's forward momentum all I could do was brace her weight and let her slide gently into the tub. She nearly took me in with her. Laughing drunk, my older sister worked herself into a sitting position at the foot of the tub. Her legs splayed open, her panties riding down to her thighs, her skirt up above her waist, her blouse askew. "Water," she ordered, waving at the showerhead, jiggling with mirth. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her breasts joggled about in her blouse, all soft and bouncy except for the tight stiff nipples. I could see the faint tan lines of her swimsuit at her waist, and down below that was the vee of her pubic hair. Nestled within that fleece was the most wondrous thing in the world, to me. I was torn by how wrong and how right it was to be looking at a girl like this, considering her condition and the fact that she was of my blood. It was the same way I felt about maybe putting the water on, as she was demanding: half of me wanted to hose her down and bring her to sobriety, the other half was urging me to take my time and gather as much data as possible – it wasn't as though I'd have this moment again. She looked dopily up at me with half-lidded eyes, her appearance nonetheless extremely sensual, and then her gaze roved back to my briefs again. She smiled knowingly and started to peel her blouse off. Since she was so plastered it was an ungraceful chore. "Yeah, that's right," I heard myself encouraging. "You don't want to get your blouse all wet." At first I thought I'd said that to myself, in my head, but then a surge of pure adrenaline rushed through me as I realized I'd said it out loud! Amazingly, my sister didn't find my comment the least bit peculiar; her graceless unbuttoning and swishing about to get her top off continued on through to completion. She even handed me the blouse! I stood there gaping at her luscious tits, all round and soft and naked and bobbing around on her chest. They were even better than I'd imagined, with pinkish-brown tips and slightly darker circles around them, and big. They sagged sexily, if you know what I mean. It hit me that my own sister could've been in Playboy in a heartbeat. I didn't even mind the tan lines. I tossed the blouse aside and heard myself say to her, "Your skirt and panties look awful uncomfortable like that. Why don't you take them off?" My heart thumped in my chest. One part of my brain screamed at me to shut up before Beth sobered up enough to realize what she was doing. But that wasn't the part that was causing my dick to throb and complain with an ache, due to being so confined in my briefs. "Water," she pouted again, but damned if she didn't do as I suggested and worm those clothes off. Again, there was nothing graceful about it: while the skirt seemed to be an easy removal, her panties got all rolled into a line that she could barely manage to force down her useless legs. She worked and worked at it until they were down around only one ankle. Beth's drunken gaze settled once again on my bulging crotch and I held my breath. Would she come to enough to see how wrong this moment was? And what could I do if she did? Was my relationship with my older sister changed forever? I studied her pretty face, saw her long hair all hanging down almost to her heavenly breasts, admired the light rise of her stomach and the womanly spread of her hips, the slackly-open vee of her fleecy sex, and then her nicely-formed legs. It dawned on me that it wasn't as though Beth, my sister, was really there in the tub; her mind was on vacation. Instead, in her place there was this wonderfully naked and morally compromised version of Beth, one who was just like someone hypnotized. "You're bad," she said again as she tried to focus on the outline of my swollen penis against the cotton. I couldn't help it, I really couldn't stop it: I stepped forward towards her, my breath held tightly in my throat, and pulled down my underwear in front of my sister. The sheer audacity of what I was doing had my whole body tingling. The enormous relief of being freed from the confines of my shorts set every nerve ending on my erection into ecstasy. I swear it was all I could do to keep standing up straight – I felt like I would actually swoon. My cock looked huge and as red as a cooked lobster shell, my balls up tight against my body like they were trying to crawl inside. It was the most ecstatic moment of my young life, and at the same time the scariest. Beth seemed as calm as could be, in contrast to myself. Sprawled there, sort-of sitting and sort-of lying back against the wall at the foot of the tub, my sister eyed my equipment bobbing before her as though such sights were far from unusual. With no comment at all she woozily reached over and gave me an expert stroking, the palm of her hand forming a funnel while her thumb and forefinger wrapped around me just right. In seconds she had the rhythm down cold and was jerking me off in such a way that I felt my sap beginning to rise almost immediately. The feeling was incredible, and so were the sights before my eyes. My sister's deliciously naked body with those jiggling breasts and lazed-open legs, her slack but pretty face a foot or so away from my swollen dick, and most of all the unbelievable sight of my raging cock sliding in and out of her warm hand. Everything swam together before my eyes and I got that swooning feeling again, but this time all the tingling was between my legs. I came like a man not in control of his senses, ropes of cum shooting out of the head of my cock before I could even feel the pleasure of it. It splattered over her chest and belly and some on her chin, one stream going right past Beth and hitting the tub wall. Then all the extreme pleasure rushed up at me, all of it at once, causing me to grab hold of the shower rod for support. Beth's active hand and wrist were all smeared with my jism but still she pulled and stroked at my stiff prick to milk out the last few spurts. I was taking in huge lungfuls of air as my knees weakened and started to shake. My sister's naked body was streaked with my sperm, but she didn't seem to care a whit, not even about the pool of it that lay in her hand as she idly thumbed my glans and urged out the last bits from my piss slit. I gasped with my final spasms of pleasure as I looked at her nude body and studied that drop of semen hanging down from her chin. Drunk Sister Needs Help I was too dazed to think straight, but one idea burned itself into my mind: after this night, there would be no more need for Dad's magazines; only the real thing would ever work again. Even the light touch of my sister's fingers as her hand drew away from my shrinking penis was 100 times more sensational than anything I'd done with my own hand. It would be the real thing or nothing, I knew. Beth looked down at the cum on her body and idly ran her fingers through it, like seeing it for the first time. Considering how adept she'd just been with me while drunk out of her rational mind, I was sure the male essence was familiar to her (to say the least), but it was still satisfying to see her rubbing it around on her tits and belly. That drop on her chin finally broke free and splattered her chest, prompting me out of my reverie. I gathered up reserves of strength from somewhere and managed to remove her skirt and panties from the tub and set the water to running at a reasonably warm temperature, and then reached to get the shower going. It hit me that I'd have to be in the tub with my sister in order to get her up and properly bathed, so I clambered over the side and balanced myself gingerly on my none-too-steady feet. She looked even more like a zombie now than before, her eyes glazed and heavy-lidded, and it was all I could do to pull her into a standing position. Beth mumbled some protest sounds but got into the swing of it after I propped her against the wall and held her with one hand while grabbing the soap with the other, all the while praying she would stay out of it just long enough... I lathered the soap up a bit against the swell of her hip and ran the bar over her front and back as efficiently as possible, resisting the urge to probe even as I felt the seductive softness of her body. All I needed now was for her to wake out of her sedated condition. I stole a few moments to clean myself off as well, startled to find with my fingers that just the act of being this close to a real live naked woman was giving me a resurgence. I was at half-mast again; maybe it was the sight of soapy water running down over the flesh of her ass. Surprisingly Beth never broke back into full consciousness again, much to my relief. As I stepped her out of the tub and dried her with a big towel she stood there, swaying slightly, with a peaceful smile on her face and her eyes mere slits. She reminded me of a drowsy infant being toweled-off by a parent. I was careful to use soft movements with the towel so she wouldn't awaken. This meant I had time to feel her body more intimately, even though it was through the cotton. Yes, I dried her off front and back in those areas...you know...with little careful pats. My dick was rock hard again from the unbearable newness of what I was doing, and my balls screamed in protest at being called into service anew. I tried to concentrate on getting her to her bedroom as quietly as possible. I couldn't help staring at Beth's nipples as she shuffled because it seemed they hadn't softened since I first saw her sprawled on her back on the porch. It was all I could do not to clamp my lips on them. I guess that urge is instinctual, no matter the circumstances. I managed to get a bedside lamp working and the covers on her bed pulled aside before Beth collapsed on it, face down, and started immediately to make light snoring sounds. I'd intended to get her in there on her back, but I soon found that her drunken dead weight was next to impossible to move, never mind flip over. Try as I might, I couldn't turn her around. Besides, I was frankly wiped out from everything that had been happening. It was nearly 2 AM at that point. Only my penis was on the alert. I swear I meant only to get my sister into bed, creep out of her room, and pray silently that Beth would remember not a thing in the morning. I should never have pressed my luck and done anything further, as I well knew. But then I noticed the way the lamp was illuminating her ripe ass. The light just seemed perfectly suited to view her by. It made her skin look all silky and slightly shadowy, mysterious, womanly, and all that. I'd managed to get the covers over her lower legs and her upper right shoulder and arm, but the way Beth had sprawled on the bed kept her buttocks and back exposed, as though framed intentionally by the bedspread for my enjoyment. Many had been the men's mag pose that I'd soaked in, taken from this same point of view. I'd always been as much of an ass admirer as a tit lover, so this was my cup of tea. Emboldened by how much I'd gotten away with so far, I barely struggled for a moment with my baser urges to take a good look at everything, everything no magazine had yet revealed to my eyes. Beth's snoring took up a deeper pitch, indicating she was slipping into a deep sleep. I encouraged myself to take a chance. I perched on the edge of the bed and bent forward to study her. My sister's hips were womanly but not wide, and her buttocks rode high above her thighs in a firmly-toned, peach-like shape. She was lying flat, so I gingerly reached to grasp her on the outside of her hips to gently pull her soft flesh up towards me. Though dead to the world, some automatic reaction deep in Beth's mind cooperated with my intent, delighting my by arching her back slightly and parting her thighs as I oh-so-gently urged her upward. After all those frustrating hours fantasizing over what was suddenly presented to my eyes at that moment, I was in total awe at the raw dirtiness, the overpoweringly-forbidden nature of seeing a woman's spread-open private parts. You must remember that this was all a mystery to us young men back then. Diagrams in the Encyclopedia Britannica just didn't cut it. Plenty of models would be posed from the rear in girly pictures, but never actually exposed. Here I was, finally, my face mere inches from the view I had fantasized about for years. My cock positively weeped with renewed arousal. It wasn't just the view, either. Accompanying the sight of her open pussy (and above it the tight rosebud that lay nestled in the crack of her slightly parted buttocks) was the delicate but powerful aroma of what I'll call a woman's "nether region", for lack of a better term. This heady scent from her most intimate female parts shot what felt like an arrow of lust to my already dripping cock. I had to fight a strong urge to bury my face in her. I knew immediately what I wanted to do, but again, could I get away with it? I began by moving my hands away. To my delight Beth's hips stayed in place, slightly raised and parted. Next, I ever-so-carefully rose from the bed, taking my weight away bit by bit. Still she stayed as I wanted her. Then I rushed to the bathroom and ran the hot water in the sink, hunting feverishly for a washcloth on the shelves behind the door. Finding one, and running it under the hot water before wringing it out as much as possible, I stole back into Beth's room. I was an animal. Everything was the lust I felt between my legs. What shame I might've properly been feeling was pushed aside as I laid the washcloth on the bed under my sister's thighs. There would be no way to explain cum stains on her bedspread or sheets, you see, so planning was necessary. When I got back onto the bed it seemed to take forever to position myself correctly without the possibility of waking her, but damned if Beth didn't just snore contentedly on as I wormed myself into place on my knees. I gently placed my left hand on her supple ass, feeling an indescribably erotic sense of power. Her skin was warm and smooth. My right hand grasped my aching prick and brought the flanged tip as close to her twin targets as possible without actually touching, even as my left palm pried my sister's charms apart even more to my view. I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning out loud at the sight of her forbidden openings. I spread her as wide as I dared. I could see myself burying my heated manhood in her warm sheath, could feel her vagina hugging me as I slowly thrust it in and out of her, could hear the sounds of our grunts and groans as I bent over her welcoming form and fucked her for all I was worth. All of that was instinctual; I felt it just as though it were happening. Never mind that this was my sister, never mind that it was actually my own hand -- in my mind I felt for all the world as if I were buried balls-deep in her pliant body, about to send all that was left of my ardor spurting up her channel. It didn't take much longer. A few more well-practiced strokes along my heated length and then I was spewing threads of male essence all over her exposed flesh, much of it splashing her anal ring and nestling in her pubic hairs after running down between the open lips of her cunt. More of it sprayed the flesh of her ass. Despite my vow to keep my cock from actually touching my sister, I did lose balance for a moment as I came, the swollen head of my prick pressing right onto her asshole as another spurt came forth out of me. I pulled back in panic and milked the rest of my cum onto her thighs and the washcloth, making some low sound in my throat I'd never heard from myself before. I spent a long time recovering, just kneeling there behind her sleeping body and trying to get my breath under control. In the bedroom lamplight I studied my drunken sister's ass, streaked with my fluids, not so much as the first time in the tub but more than enough to make for a touchy clean-up job. I watched it dripping down through the crack of her buttocks and the sluice of her cunt lips, and gathering in her pubic hair before dropping off onto the washcloth. Translucent white fluid clung to her forbidden areas like glue. It was the dirtiest thing I'd ever done or seen. For a horrified instant I thought of the possibility of her getting pregnant, but shook it off just as quickly as the idea had come to me. After all, I hadn't penetrated her, I kept telling myself. Stories of girls getting pregnant in swimming pools were just stories, right? Cleaning Beth up took forever, since I had to use dainty little touches and movements with my hand and the washcloth. Not that I was in a hurry -- when again would I get such an intimate anatomy lesson? She did plenty of lazy squirming, but never came to. I must have had a guardian devil watching over me that night. I cleaned her asshole and pussy with love and care, then reluctantly set about the business of rounding up our clothes and generally straightening up around the house. I found myself ravenously hungry so I heated up a Swanson TV dinner. Sure, that took forever in those pre-microwave days, but it did give me some time to think as I sat there at the kitchen counter waiting. I was excited and exhausted at the same time by what had happened. Everything was wholly new, it seemed, but I tried in vain to envision what would happen next for me, or how to make it happen. It wasn't like I would wake up handsome and desirable the next morning, but I did find myself determined to overcome my shyness and try to make it with a girl, once and for all. I never got so much as a funny look from Beth the next day. She was right back to treating me like an annoying scab that wouldn't heal, even more so because of the suffering from her hangover. For my part, I think about that experience every once in awhile and feel different ways about it, depending on my mood. In a manner of speaking, I lost my virginity that night. Another angle of thought is that I took advantage of a woman who was too drunk to know what she was doing. I've written it off, at any rate. Can't go back again. But every now and then I indulge in feeling up my sleeping wife when she's in a deep enough doze, slowly bringing her awake by rubbing her clit with one set of fingers and caressing her neck (just where it meets her collarbone) with my other. Almost always when she comes out of her slumber her arousal level is high, if I've been patient and thorough enough.....and, damned if the lovemaking that follows isn't the best we ever have. Drunk Sister Playing My parents went away for the weekend. My parents had my older sister Lori on a short leash most weekends. That Saturday night I heard her coming in the house late. She was making a ton of noise. I figured she must be drunk. Sure enough I heard her go into her bedroom. Then she called out to me. "Joey come here and help me." I was eighteen at the time and I felt like I was the responsible one. I got out of bed and walked into my sister's room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Come over here and help me get undressed," she said. I thought she must be crazy. Lori sat there giggling like a little kid. I walked over to her and she raised her arms up over her head. I figured, what the hell. I would get her undressed and get back to my own bed. I pulled her top up over her head. She told me to unsnap her bra. Oh well, I reached around and found the snap. Her tits came tumbling out. I should tell you my sister is on the chunky side. I was surprised to see how big her melons were. Lori then laid back on the bed and stretched her legs out straight. I unfastened her pants and then pulled them off. I removed her panties next. I was now looking at my sister's pussy. I hate to say it but seeing my sister like that was making my cock stir. I only had a pair of shorts on at the time. What made it worse was that my sister was spreading her thick thighs apart. It was like she wanted me to take a good look. I was looking and I could see her pussy was wet from her juices. "What are you looking at Joey?" My sister asked. I guess she was trying to mock me or just trying to arouse me. Well it was working. It don't know why I did what I did right then. I reached down and pulled my shorts down to the floor. My dick was half stiff. I can tell you that Lori had her eyes on my half erect dick. "Come closer, I want to see you," my sister said to me. I got closer for sure. I climbed up onto the bed. I was right over top of Lori. I lowered my face and I found one of her nipples. I took it into my mouth. My sister started moaning. "That feels so good little brother," she told me. I was losing control of myself. I moved from one tit to the other. I was sucking and biting on my sister's fat tits. Lori reached up and placed her hands on the back of my head. She didn't want me to pull away. I wasn't planning on stopping. My cock was so close to my sister's pussy. I began to rub my shaft across her wet folds. That got my sister all stirred up. "Are you going to fuck me Joey?" I think my sister was trying to arouse me because she was laughing. I was sure she was getting into it. Lori was sliding her thighs apart as much as she could. My cock head finally rested at her opening. I could have stopped right then but I didn't. I pushed my hips forward and I entered my sister. Lori's eyes went wide. Maybe she thought I was just fooling around with her. I was past the point of messing around. I slid my dick all the way inside Lori's pussy. My sister must have gotten into it. She clamped her muscles around my shaft and we got into a fucking motion. I stopped sucking my sister's tits. I took hold of her legs and I pushed them towards her chest. I started pounding my sister's pussy as hard as I could. "Oh my God Joey!" Maybe Lori first thought I would just undress her and get her into bed. We were far beyond that right now. I was sliding my dick in and then pulling out, just barely leaving my mushroom at her pussy lips. I thrust into my sister as hard as I could. Lori was getting into it alright. She was crying out as I took her pussy hard. All sorts of thoughts were running through my head. I wanted to control myself and not cum in two minutes time. I was going to make sure this wasn't the only time I would have my sister. The bed was squeaking as I pounded my sister with my fat cock. Lori had her hands on my waist as if she was holding on from the fucking she was taking. We must have gone at it for a good while. I felt my nuts starting to pinch. I wanted to tell my sister I was so close but I couldn't make myself do that. A few more strokes and I unloaded into Lori's pussy. I looked down at my sister and her eyes went wide. She was feeling the heat of my cum entering her body. "Oh fuck!" Lori cried out to me. Her pussy became like a vise gripping my rod. She didn't tell me to pull out. Instead she was milking me of all my hot seed. She wanted my cum, that much was for sure. I must have dumped a huge load inside my sister's belly. I just kept squirting for a few minutes until I felt spent. Lori's pussy was going into convulsions. I could feel her muscles gripping then releasing my prick. I just continued to give her my cock until I went soft. I finally stopped and rested my dick inside my sister. Lori was panting and her body was shaking from the fucking she just took. I pulled out and rested my body next to my sister. "You can never tell anyone we did this Joey." This had to be our secret. If our parents ever found out, I hated to imagine it. Lori and I kissed and touched each other and then we fell asleep in my sister's bed. When I woke up the next morning my sister was sitting up. I think it dawned on her what we did the previous night. Cum was leaking out of her pussy. I reached over and pulled my sister close to me. I asked her if she could go again. For just a moment I thought Lori would jump up and run into the bathroom. Instead she reached down and took hold of my cock. She brought her lips to the tip of my dick and she went down on me. Lori sure knew how to suck cock. She went right down to the root. I listened to those slurping sounds and my sister got me hard with her mouth. Once I was hard Lori got to her knees and then mounted me. She lowered herself until her pussy lips met my cock head. I took my hands and pushed down on her hips. My sister sunk down onto my shaft. We got into it once more. I reached up to fondle my sister's big tits. I squeezed each one and then rubbed the palms of my hands across her hard nipples. We got into a nice motion. Lori dropped down onto me and I brought my hips up to feed her cock. What can I say? My sister was like a fucking machine that weekend. I ended up blowing more cum into my sister's pussy. After our morning sex we took a shower together. We toweled each other off and then went back to bed. I had Lori get in all fours. Thankfully I was able to keep hard that morning. I stroked my cock a few times and then inserted my dick into my sister's greedy hole. With my hands on her hips I drove my cock deep into her pussy. I leaned over Lori's back and I took her tits in my hands. My sister screamed loudly as I made her orgasm. Lori said I was hitting just the right spot when I fucked her in the doggy position. I am not sure how I did it but I was able to give my sister another sticky load. My parents were due home late Sunday afternoon. Lori and I were able to fuck that Sunday morning. I did find out that my sister was taking birth control pills. I had already given Lori multiple loads of my baby seed and I didn't want to impregnate her. Things are more difficult with my parents around. We have to go to a wooded area to sometimes fuck. We have chanced it once or twice in the house. While our parents were asleep, we went down to the laundry room. I hoisted Lori up onto the washing machine lid and fucked her there. I thought we might get caught because Lori was crying out as I filled her with cock. I did manage to shoot my load of cream and Lori had multiple orgasms herself. Back in the real world, we both have jobs and my sister hopes she can soon get an apartment on her own. That way I could slide over and have my sister whenever I wanted.