16 comments/ 66152 views/ 38 favorites How It Is With Lindy By: beguiled999 Kyle For the first twelve years of my life I was an only child. I asked my parents once when I was about eight years old why I didn't have any brothers or sisters, and they said daddy had gotten really sick once, and the doctors told him he could not have any more children. Apparently, the doctors were wrong because about four years later my sister Lindy, short for Lindsey, arrived. Of course, after that life changed for me. Up until then I'd been privileged to have all my parent's attention and love. I never had to share that, but now I had to share it with a mewling baby who did nothing but eat and shit. I think my parents thought I would have some sort of magical bond with Lindy, because I was her older brother, but the little she-beast got on my last nerve. I hated being around her. This didn't change as she got older either. By the time she was five, I was seventeen, so I had no interest in playing teatime or dolls. Aside from normal, everyday life, the only time I had to deal with my sister was when my parents asked me to babysit, and then it was pretty much me having girls in my bedroom while my little sister watched TV in the living room. I lived with my parents for a couple of years after graduating high school. We weren't rich, so I attended community college and paid my way through school. I transferred to a local university after my sophomore year, and I took out student loans to fund the rest. After graduation, I bounced around jobs for a while until I found my niche working for a small firm that specialized in exporting and importing. It was a great job, and it gave me a chance to travel. I got to see the world. At 23 years of age, I got married to a girl named Carrie. I met her while she was working at Hooters. We divorced two years later; though thankfully no kids. We just went our separate ways. The only thing we had to divide was the apartment furniture, and that was pretty easy since we barely had any. Feeling restless, I accepted a position in Italy and worked abroad for a few years. I met a really good friend while there who wanted a partner for a joint import/export firm back in the states. I had nothing to lose, so I went for it and it was the best decision of my life. We became very successful—not overnight, but after a few years the company was making very good money. The money allowed me the ability to take care of my parents, and by extension my sister, who at this stage of the game was 18 years old. I agreed to pay Lindy's college tuition to whatever school she wished, as long as she stayed out of trouble and got good grades. I also recently bought her a car. I did this because I wanted to help my parents, but unfortunately I only ended up making things worse for them. Lindy had been a genuine surprise, and came when my mother and father were 42 and 46, respectively. By the time she was 18, and a senior in high school, they no longer had the energy to keep up with her. They actually stopped having the energy when she was about 12, but they tried hard for many years until they just couldn't keep up any longer. I bought my sister a car so my parents wouldn't have to cart her around, thinking this would be of a benefit to them, but buying my sister a car didn't help matters at all, and the consequence was Lindy begin to stay out past her curfew. It'd been happening more and more of late, and my parents were understandably concerned, but unable to do anything about it. Lindy was 18, but still in high school. There were the inevitable battles over her maturity, and those battles usually devolved into screaming matches that made my parents miserable. My mother must have called me around midnight one night. I was asleep after making love to my beautiful red head girlfriend, Jess, so it took a few moments for me to answer. "Hullo." "Kyle, I'm sorry to wake you, but Lindy has snuck out the house again. We think she's gone to see that boyfriend of hers. Can you please go and find her?" I wearily got out of bed, making my way to the kitchen for a glass of water, talking to my mom the whole way there. "I'm not Inspector Gadget, Mom. How am I supposed to find her?" "We were hoping you could ask Jess to call her brother. Isn't he a policeman or something? Maybe he can help." "He's a fireman, Mom." My mother sighed, and I felt bad because I knew I wasn't being helpful. "Well, can't he call someone? I'm just so worried about her, Kyle. I know she says she's grown because she's eighteen, but she's still a kid. And your father and I we're...worried because we weren't strict on her when she was younger and now she's just...wild. Can you please find some time to talk to her? Maybe she might listen to you. She's always looked up to you. Please Kyle." I really didn't know what to say to my mom, or for that matter to my sister Lindy, partly because when I was my sister's age I'm sure I did a lot of things worse than she was doing now. I couldn't tell my mother that though. I'm sure that's not what she wanted to hear; so, I told her what she wanted to hear instead. "Okay. I can swing by tomorrow after work. Will she be home?" "Yes, she has...I think...volleyball practice after school on Thursdays. Hold on let me check the calendar." I hear some noise in the background, and I imagine my mother walking through the ranch-style, track home I remember so well from childhood. "Yes, she has practice, and she usually comes right home afterward to take a shower and do homework. Tomorrow will be perfect. I'll tell her—" "No, I'll tell her," I say, interrupting my mother. "I'm going to call her now. Maybe I can find out where she is." Again I heard another sigh from my mother. "Oh thank you, son. I've been calling her cell all night, but she won't answer. I know she'll answer your call though. Tomorrow, your father and I are going to go to the community center to play bingo. That way you can talk to her by yourself. Lindy seems to get...very defensive when your father or I are around." Strangely, though I knew there was tension between my parents and Lindsey, in my view she really didn't seem like anything more than a normal 18-year old. Wild? Not that I had ever noticed, but I didn't spend a whole lot of time with my parents or my sister. I was thirty years old, and I owned a home and a business about an hour and half away, so my contact was limited to say the least, but from what I recalled the last time I'd seen my sister, she hadn't struck me as a wild. Yeah, she snuck out and was late for curfew, but what 18-year old high-schooler didn't do those things? I thought my mom was making a mountain out of a molehill, but I wasn't going to tell her that. "I'll do my best, Mom, but try not worry yourself so much. I think Lindy is fine. She's just growing up." "I know, son. I-I just worry is all. Your and father and I were too lax, I think, and now she...she's grown up so fast. I don't even know how to talk to her anymore." I doubted my mother ever really knew how to talk to Lindsey, but that was beside the point, and not germane to the conversation. "Don't worry. I'll talk to her." My mom thanked me profusely, and invited me and Jess to dinner in a couple of weeks. I told her I would need to ask Jess, but I would call her back and let her know. When I finally hung up with mom, I took a moment to finish my glass of water, and then reached for my phone again to call Lindy. I figured it wouldn't hurt to talk to her, let her know how mom and dad felt. I could play good cop to their bad cop. Explain to her she only had a few months left of high school. Surely, she could be convinced to hold off on the hell-raising, and save their parent's the mutual heart attack till then. "Trouble?" I turn toward Jess, she looks beautiful and scrumptious standing in the kitchen doorway, dressed in one of my old college T-shirts. Her long legs are on prominent display. "I'm not really sure yet. We'll see," I reply, listening to the ringing in my ear while running my gaze up and down her limbs. I had been dating Jess, shortened from Jessica, for almost a year. She was the most uncomplicated girlfriend I had ever had. She never really complained and was a great cook. I didn't have a burning passion for her, but she was...comfortable, and I liked the routine she brought into my life. Even now Jess didn't pry for further details. She just walks into the kitchen, kisses me on the lips, grabs a glass, pours herself some juice, and turns to leave. "I'll be waiting," she tosses over shoulder, obviously heading back to the bedroom. Definitely uncomplicated, I think, admiring the swish of her ass as she disappears around the corner. I'm somewhat tempted to follow, but just then there is sudden click in my ear, and my thoughts are pulled from Jess's soft round buttocks. "Lindsey Talbot's phone, keg-goddess extraordinaire." I blink for a second because the male voice that answers Lindy's phone sounds nothing like her. Keg-goddess? "Put Lindsey on now," I say, using short clipped words. "Who are you asshole?" "Her brother. Her big brother," I reply through gritted teeth, not about to let some punk kid talk to me any way he feels...especially not on a phone I pay the bill for. "So, put Lindsey on now before I come down to where ever you are and kick the shit out of you." I was happy to hear the moment of silence that followed, then there was a slight shuffling noise before Lindsey's came on the line. "Kyle? Uh...hi? How are you?" "The better question, Lindy, is where are you? Mom and dad are worried sick. You know that right, since they've been calling you all night." "Oh don't you start with me. I'm at Michelle's house." "Have you been drinking?" "I had one beer. Get over it. It's not like you didn't drink when you were high school. And, I told Mom and Dad I was going to a party last week. They forgot. It's no big deal." I laugh harshly and pinch the bridge of my noise, striving for calm. "Please don't try that shit with me, Lindy. I created it, and I'll do you one better. You have thirty minutes to get your ass home, or I'm going to call the cops and tell them my car is stolen." "What? You can't do that. It's my car. I didn't steal it." "It's my car while my name is still on the title, and if you're not home in thirty minutes then in my mind that means it's stolen. Got it?" Though I was supposed to be the good cop, after that punk answered Lindy's phone I was furious with her. Yes, it was hypocritical. I certainly shared a keg or two or three in high school, and I had some asshole friends back then too, but it was different. This was different. This was our elderly parents, and Lindy needed to be more respectful. The silence on the phone continued to stretch, and I knew Lindy was fuming on the other end, but I'm pissed, so I don't plan on backing down. "Fine. Alright. I'll go home," she finally says, then the line goes dead. Shaking my head, I lean against the counter and take a deep breath, then it occurs to me. "Shit, I forgot to tell her I was coming by tomorrow." How It Is With Lindy Ch. 02 This is probably not the nastiest story on Literotica, but it does contain some 'water works'. I've always wanted to write about that and I just couldn't help myself. Let me say, I have no personal experience with the act besides what I've watched in porn and read here on this site. I'm sure there are some golden shower aficionados who might take issue, but I'm just telling my story. If you are offended by piss play then you might want to pass this up. Also, swallowing piss is not a good idea...FYI. How It Is With Lindy Ch. 02 How It Is With Lindy When my young hand first touched my young cunt that had been the image in my mind. It was the one which always brought me the most pleasure; though I had seen Kyle fuck in many different positions, I could get off just from thinking about the way he kissed. God! He was such a great kisser. I was on fire now from all the thoughts running through my mind. I knew the signs, and my fingers moved faster, urging my body to hurdle over the cliff. Dragging my nightshirt off, I used my other hand to stimulate one of my breasts, pinching the stiff nipple until there was that slight hit of pain. I loved that hit! It caused a jolt that felt like lighting to move directly to my cunt, and I bounced harder on my fingers, pushing myself closer and closer toward the brink. I was so close...so close, but I needed to taste myself to take me fully over the edge. The taste of my pussy always reminds me of how wet my brother makes me, and how much I want him to fuck me. Switching hands, I bring the one drenched with wetness to my lips, licking and sucking the syrupy moisture away. "Oh Kyle...you make me so wet," I moan. I'm almost there. I can feel it. Dazedly, I open my eyes, and Kyle is standing in front of me. I smile at him, knowing he's just a figment of my imagination, but he looks so real and life-like it's as though I can smell his expensive cologne. I've even dreamed him up wearing one of his expensive business suits, and he looks so hot. Eagerly, my eyes fall to his cock, which I can clearly see through the opening of his blazer. It's like a large metal rod in his pants. I imagine it inside me, fucking my body, and I come violently, screaming aloud. I feel like I'm floating there's so much pleasure, and I fall back against the cushions with a bounce, closing my eyes. It takes a few seconds before I feel capable of moving, and when I lift up and open my eyes again, I'm stunned because my imaginary Kyle is still there. How It Is With Lindy There's a moment's hesitation, and I think Lindy's going to pull back. I'm happy about that...I think, but then she leans forward and rubs her face against my aching length, nuzzling and sniffing my balls as she rubs my cock across her face from forehead to chin. From my perspective it looks like she's worshiping my dick. "Wanted it for so long," she moans, then she starts taking tiny swipes at me with her tongue, and it feels like hot butter running over my sensitive skin. I shout and my hips jerk forward. The motion causes my entire cock to slip inside my baby sister's hot, wet mouth and I am utterly lost. My hands slide into her long brown hair, holding her steady, because I have to fuck her mouth. I can't stop myself. "Fuck, Lindy," I gasp, overcome with pleasure. There's no stopping this any longer. I acknowledged that, but a part of me had still been mentally resisting. Almost like I was keeping up the fight in my mind, though my body had already waved the white flag; yet, the feel of my sister's sweet mouth on my cock was my undoing. I was done fighting. I wanted inside her body in every way. My sweet baby sister is like a greedy feign on my cock. She's nasty too. Saliva is everywhere because she's deep-throating me, and I'm fucking her mouth hard. She uses the extra lubrication to stroke me up and down when she needs to take a breath, urging beads of precum from my tip. Then she licks me like a lollipop, and moans like my taste is the best thing she has ever tasted. I can see Lindy's long tanned legs because her skirt is more like a bandeau around her waist, but I need to see all of her beautiful body...again, so I yank my dick from her greedy little lips, so I can rip her tiny blouse away. Lindy's not wearing a bra, and her breasts are large, and firm with youth. My mouth waters to taste her cherry-stained nipples, but when my hands fill with her tits I know I want to feel that soft skin on my cock first. Squeezing the mounds together, I position Lindy until I can poke my rod between the gap, and again the touch of her skin feels like a stroke from God's hand. "Gonna...cum...Lindy" "Cum in my mouth. I want to drink all your cum," she moans. I thrust violently between my sister's hot, wet lips once...then twice before I feel my load explode from my cock. Lindy gags, but I hold her head steady as waves of sensation roll over me. It's the most powerful orgasm I've ever had, and my eyes close because I'm still cumming. "Goddamn," I breathe. "Mmm," Lindy moans, still gurgling my cum. After what seems like an endless time, I finally begin to come down from the high of my incredible climax. Lindy hasn't released my cock from her hungry lips because unbelievably I'm still hard, and she's still sucking away, but my only thought is to get inside her. I know my dick won't go down because it's waiting for her pussy. Nothing is going to appease my dick except the feel of my sister's wet dripping cunt. Knowing this, I bound from my chair in one smooth motion, raising Lindy up with me by putting my hands under her armpits. I've taken my cock away, and she's telling me she wants it back, but I have other plans for my cock and her, and I plant Lindy's ass on my desk. There's stuff in the way. It's gotta go...and I sweep my hand to clear some space so I can spread Lindy's legs like a banquet before me. She's not wearing any panties, so her cunt is glistening with moisture, her pussy bald and hairless. I'm overcome because I have never wanted anyone like this. It's like I'm possessed. I'm craving for my sister's cunt, and I can't deny it. I grab my cock to position myself for entry. Lindy's at the perfect height, so I only need to walk forward a bit to line the tip of my cock to the ingress of her sweet hole. She's panting, and trembling with anticipation. I can see it all over her face, and it makes me own anticipation rocket up another million degrees as I slowly began to push inside her. "Fuck," I yell. My baby sister's pussy is so tight if feels like I'm pushing my cock into the grip of a fist. She's so tight...unbelievably tight...too tight? "Have you done this before," I ask, obviously very much at the last moment, but when she doesn't respond I know the answer. I can feel the answer, and I withdraw quickly. "We can't do this," I say, panting for control. "No, I want it," Lindy wails. "I waited because I've always wanted to be with you, Kyle. Don't stop!" I close my eyes because I can't look at her and keep what little control I've gained. "I know, but I'm not going fuck you on my desk for your first time. I'm not." "But I don't care. I want you to. Please." I groan aloud, and finally open my eyes to look at Lindy, but all I see is the crap I strewn off my desk. Suddenly the fact we're in my office, in the middle of the day, brings me the control I need, and I start to pull my pants up. "I'm your brother, Lindy." I grab for her when she makes to jump of the desk, obviously upset. "The brother who wants to fuck you," I add. "But, I'm still your brother, and I don't want my little sister to lose her virginity on a desk with a hundred people outside the door." "But what if I want it?" she asks, reaching for my pants before I finish belting the loop. "Lindy, I'm already...not comfortable with this. Please don't make me do anything I know I will regret." "So...we will? Just not now?" she ask, holding my gaze steady. "Yes, we will," I answer, but as I look into my sister's beautiful brown eyes, I recognize my mental fight has returned, and I'm torn because the battle in my mind has begun again.