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My Sexy Sister

By: redlily90



My little sister was born sixteen months after me, in the hot desert of Las Vegas. Growing up with her was nothing if not eventful. At times, she was annoying, but other times it was great to have a sibling. We would take a stand together against our parents if we disagreed with a new rule, or tip the balance for a vote to a restaurant, etc. It wasn't until she turned 18 that she really started looking like a woman to me. Granted, she was a big girl, in excess of over 200 pounds, with wide hips, large breasts and a round face, but that's what I found so sexy about her. She looked like a real woman, not like the skeletons you see on TV that you can see their hips sticking out the front and have bug bites for breasts. No, my sister had womanly curves and I nearly drooled every time I looked at her. I even checked the inner tag of her bra one day when I was transferring her laundry to the dryer and discovered she had 40D breasts. She never knew of my attraction, because she had a boyfriend and I also didn't want to freak her out. Incestual thoughts were unheard of and forbidden in our society. I even chastised myself for even having the dirty thoughts I had in my head of her that always brought my cock to full attention to where I would have to beat off for close to an hour before I was satisfied.

The day that changed my life happened about six months after she turned 18, when I discovered to my delight that I was home alone with her and she was in the shower. She never kept the door completely closed when she showered so she could see without any fog when she got out. I peeked through the crack in the door and I was able to see the first glimpse of my sister's naked body that I had seen in ten years. Since the shower doors were a frosted glass, I only saw a silhouette but that was enough for my 10 inch cock to spring to life and tent up my boxers. As she lathered her vanilla-scented body wash (that I had stolen bits of every time she bought a new bottle so I could smell it whenever I needed to) over her voluptuous breasts and down to her smooth-shaven pussy, a jolt of electricity shot down my spine into my cock, and I looked down and noticed a few drops of pre-cum had accumulated there. Wow; I was going to cum without even touching myself! That's when I noticed one of my sister's numerous lacy bras draped over the bathroom sink. Careful to check if her back was turned, I grabbed it and rushed to my room across the hall. It was still warm! I took a big sniff of it, and felt a surprising sensation as the fresh vanilla scent caused my cum to explode and soak my boxers. I was amazed! Not only had I not touched myself, but this one orgasm was better than any that my previous girlfriends had given me. I was no virgin, but never before had I felt this way about any woman. 

Suddenly I heard the shower water turn off. Shit! I still held her black and red lacy bra with its full cups in my shaking hands! I rushed across the hall and tossed it into the open door to the bathroom, praying it would land close to its original location. Unfortunately my sister saw the motion through the shower doors. I heard the sliding glass doors open and her feet pad across the floor, and I saw her pick up her bra. 

"Michael? Are you still here?" Wow, she didn't even know whether I was home or not! Frozen on the spot, I was dumbstruck as I saw the beginnings of her large, soft breasts as she walked closer to the door. Then, there she stood, naked in all her Greek goddess-like glory, her eyebrows furrowed and her arms attempting (but failing) to cover herself, one arm over her ample breasts and the other over her pussy. She's always been so shy. Clearly she didn't see me, I guess I was in the shadows or something, because she padded back into the bathroom and began muttering to herself about "hearing things". I nearly fainted from adrenaline. I HAD to see her again.

CONTINUE??

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My Sexy Sister Amanda



Introduction:

If a year ago, you had asked me if I would ever have sex with my sister, I would have confidently said no. This is for a few reasons, of varying magnitudes. Firstly, I didn't think that I liked my sister. If I could have rerolled the dice to try and get a new sibling, I would have certainly done it. Secondly, I knew that incest was wrong and frowned upon in society. If the two of us were to get caught, nobody in our city would be able see past it. The final reason, and perhaps the most colossal, is that she was hardly 18 years old, and I was 21. 

You may wonder why I even noticed my sister's sexual presence. I guess I would wonder that too, if I'd never seen her. The girls my age had fuller breasts, longer legs, and could put makeup on more attractively, but they did not interest me. It was instead my younger sister, Amanda, who would raise my dick and catch my eye. She was about 5 and a half feet tall, and probably no more than a hundred and twenty pounds. Her blond hair fell captivatingly to the middle of her back, and her big blue eyes glowed as they held you in their line. My stomach would churn each time I made eye contact with her. I simply can't emphasize that enough, her eyes rested like diamonds, waiting to be glared into by a daring prince. There was never any doubt in my mind that she would grow up to be the finest woman of the generation.

As your eyes descended her figure, they would come across her chest. Naturally, there wasn't anything ridiculous to get caught up on, but she definitely was still at the head of the pack considering her age. Her smooth, tan skin, shone like melted gold that reflected light in the most seductive manner, and this more than made up for her smaller breasts.

This is the part that I wish I could more adequately describe. Her ass and legs were without a doubt the sexiest formation of human flesh that I'd ever seen. They haunted me. Each time she walked by, I fought a losing battle, failing the test of keeping my boner down. She ruined porn for me, when she sat next to me on the couch in her short shorts, I almost didn't care how obvious it was that I was looking at her lap. Her muscular, toned and golden legs, could have wrapped around my neck and snapped it, and I'd have let them. They were hairless, and curved in every place they should have been. Her thighs were strong, and rounded in the front. Once or twice I would brush my hand against them, then dismiss myself to go and relieve the tension that was brewing in my balls. Her calves curved in like they should on a well kept woman's body, but hers made my heart hurt. And then there was her ass. Were I to ever find a genie, I'd have used all 3 of my wishes just to get to squeeze her perfect butt. It bounced when she ran, and stuck out more than any other part of her body. I swear that I dreamed 7 days a week about how someday her husband would get to cum on it whenever he pleased. Nothing pissed me off more, even though I still claimed that I didn't like her.

Why was it that I didn't like her anyway? Well, it was because I thought she was underdeveloped internally. I imagined that her body was devoting all of its resources to making her as close to perfect as possible on the exterior, that it forgot to allocate anything to the endeavors within. She complained and whined a lot. She cried too often, and she started arguments just for the hell of it. It seemed like she enjoyed making me angry. 

Despite all of this, I still acknowledged that she was the sexiest person I knew. I swore to myself that given the opportunity, I would not have sex with her. It both gave me comfort, and discouraged me that I would never have to turn her down. I knew that it was impossible that she would ever even think about me in a way similarly to the way that I thought about her. 

I know it's hard to envision my feelings for her. They were bizarre, I'm aware of that. In summary though, I thought of her as a sexual queen, who commanded my penis to rise and fall at the slightest whim. She pissed me off though, and in response to this, I told myself that I didn't like her. Was my opinion of her body more valuable than my opinion of her as a person though? 8 months ago, I found out.

Part One: Sexual Frustration

I'd been on my summer vacation for a little over a week at this point. I had finished my junior year in college, and was as far from ready as possible to begin my senior year. Luckily for me however, I had the entire summer ahead of me. I planned on sleeping as much as possible, masturbating a lot, and eating whenever I could. On this particular day, I had just woken up at around noon. I was wearing my sweatpants, and a tee-shirt, while sitting in the living room eating a bowl of cereal. Both of my parents had left already for their respective destinations. My father was downtown at work, and my mother had gone the night before to visit her sister in California. I had found a note on top of the kitchen counter stating that I was in charge of my sister while the two were gone. Like the responsible babysitter that I was, I did not bother looking around the house to see where my sister was. I figured it was more likely that she was fine, than not fine, and frankly I didn't care.

The television was on loud, but quiet enough that I could hear the back door slide open and closed pretty quickly.

"Amanda? Is that you?"

"Yep." I heard footsteps, and a few moments later, saw her walk through the doorway of the living room.

"Where were you?" I asked.

"I was just going for a walk, why?"

"Eh, just curious." She stood for a second, and then turned around to leave the room. As she walked in the opposite direction, I got a chance to look and see what she was wearing today. I wasn't disappointed. She was wearing a very loose off-the-shoulder shirt, to show off her tanned upper body, and she was wearing cargo shorts that ended just above the middle of her thigh. She was also wearing purple striped socks that showed off the shape of her adorable feet. It dawned on me that I could have looked over to see her wearing just about anything, and it would have been very unlikely that I would have been disappointed.

Most of the conversations that I had with my sister were this short. They often were very technical, and with a direct purpose. We never conversed for the hell of it.

I continued to watch television for a few more minutes, before I decided that I would go get something to drink from the kitchen. I walked in, and saw my sister at the table reading something. As I walked by, she looked up at me and gave a slight smile. I nodded and proceeded to the fridge. I poured myself a glass of cranberry juice, then went to sit down at the table with my sister. We were quiet for a minute, but as soon as I leaned in to take a sip of my drink, she looked up at me and asked,

"Nathan, do you have a girlfriend?" I was taken a bit by surprise, but responded rather quickly.

"No, why do you ask?"

"You should have one." I wondered how to interpret that, if it was a compliment, or more likely if it was to make fun of me.

"I'm not in any hurry. When the right one comes along, I'm sure that I'll know." She tilted her head. "Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"No silly, I hate the boys at my school." She laughed a little bit as she spoke, and it frightened me just how much pleasure I got out of making her laugh. "I'm too young for that anyway though, aren't I?"

"Probably," I answered. I personally thought that she was quite old enough to be in a relationship, but I didn't feel comfortable enough to talk about it with her so I shut the conversation down. She nodded and looked back down at her book. I watched as her beautiful eyes scanned the pages. A few flips later, she jumped in her seat and looked up at me with excitement saying, "Oh! I just remembered! I picked out some new clothes yesterday with my friend that I wanted to show you!" 

"Alright," I responded. She ran out of the room, leaving her book open on the table. The pages of her book all flipped back over to one side, and I inhaled frustratingly that I now had to wait however long just to see my sister in some new clothes. It took her a while though to come back downstairs, so I started to imagine what the clothes would look like. I imagined what my sister's body felt like. It occurred to me that I hadn't jerked off the day before, and so I groaned to myself, deciding that when my sister finished showing off her new stuff, I would go upstairs and yank one out. As if on queue, she returned. My dick wasted no time rising to its maximum height. My mouth watered as I looked over. She pranced in the room wearing shiny, tight black leggings and a tight shirt that seemed to be barely more than a bra. Her entire stomach showed, and the shapes of her legs showed through, which was my favorite thing about her anyway. She walked up to me with a big grin, and stood about three steps away.

"Wow, you look really nice!" It was all I could say, though I wished that I could tell her the truth, and reveal that I wanted to taste her.

"Thanks! I love them so much!" She gave me a slow twirl, allowing me to look at her unsuspecting, innocent and erotic ass. I don't know what it was that happened next. Whether it was all of the pent up hormones that I had from not relieving myself in the past 24 hours, or if it was just the years of sexual denial I had to face from looking at my sister, but I asked the question all of the same.

"Those are really cool pants, can I feel them?" My heart didn't beat for seconds after I asked. It seemed like an eternity before she responded. I hated myself so much in that moment for asking, I hated that I allowed myself to risk everything, but at the same time, I imagined what it would be like if she answered, "yes."

"Sure!" she beamed out the most happy smile I'd ever seen and hopped over to me, pointing one of her legs out at me. My cold and shaking hands reached out in slow motion to grab it. They made contact with her calf, and rode their way up her knee, and up her thigh, and to her hip, where I grasped her and pulled her towards me. I put my other hand on her other hip, spun her around, and sat her down on my lap. She wriggled her ass so that my throbbing, rock hard boner rested ever-so-tightly between her cheeks. She looked back at me over her shoulder and asked, "Is that your phone?" 

I stuttered, "Y-yeah. It's my phone, sorry, you can stand up if you want." She giggled, and wriggled her ass a little bit on my cock. Every inch of my body vibrated, and burned with passion. I wanted so badly to stand her up, and tear her clothes off. I could feel my hands shaking on the fronts of her thighs. They clenched up tightly to show off their muscular form, and I felt my balls begin to tighten up. My hands continued to stroke her legs, and slowly moved up towards her belly. I felt her smooth and warm skin on my palms, and the sunlight from the window on the back of my hands. I felt like a tiger stalking an antelope. All of my senses were heightened, I noticed everything, and took in each moment as if it were a gift from the god of love. I inhaled the scent of her hair deeply, and closed my eyes, smiling. When they opened a moment later, I saw Amanda's pretty eyes looking back at me over her shoulder. Her white teeth shone through her red thick lips, and I continued to feel up her body.

"I love you Nathan," she whispered. She said it so seductively, that I could have sworn that she knew the pleasure she was arousing in me. My hands dribbled their way back down her perfect form, to her crotch, where they rested as I said, "I love you too Amanda." Her smile only widened. I didn't know how I hadn't came in my pants yet. But seconds before I would have, she stood up and faced me, bending forward with her hands on my knees. 

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go get some more of my new clothes." I grunted, rather than insist that she stay a moment longer. Her ass bounced as she fled from the room. I pressed the bottom of my right palm hard against my solid cock, and rubbed it back and forth through my pants. I was for the second time that minute, close to the edge when I stopped. I'd come this far, I didn't want to waste the moment on my own hand when I could be feeling my sister's body in another minute or so.

She skipped back into the room wearing jean shorts, and a tie-dye short sleeved shirt. Her smile glowed as she approached me. My hands instinctively reached out for her hips, and then pulled her in close. Nothing was said as I raised one of her legs at a time to position her on my lap facing me. We made eye contact, and my heart beat was louder than any thunder I'd ever heard. 

"Do you like this outfit more than the last one?" She inquired.

"I love them both, you look great in either of them," I stalled, my hands still caressing her warm skin. 

"Thanks! I also got some new underwear too, it's really fancy so I like it. I tried to ask dad to get it for me last week, but he told me it wasn't appropriate for me to wear." She blinked a few times, but her eyes continued to look straight into my skull, her smile seductive and knowingly naughty.

"You bought them? With your friend?"

"Yeah, wanna see them?" I couldn't believe she had asked me. I couldn't have possibly answered sooner.

"Sure." I tried to keep the visual queues of my excitement to a minimum. I prided myself for being able to suppress most of it, aside from the shaky hands and the throbbing prick.

Amanda stood up quickly and dropped her shorts to the ground. I followed them from their resting point, up her golden legs, and to her moist panties. They were black, and silky, and had a lacy embroidery around the waistband. Amanda blushed and giggled, kicking her shorts backwards so that they landed a few feet behind her. She had committed to her new appearance, and I couldn't have been happier.

"Do you like them?" I couldn't bring myself to speak. My cock started bucking uncontrollably, and I knew that if she touched me, I would lose it. "Nathan? Do you like them?" She repeated.

"I- um. Yeah, they're really nice on you." I gulped as I watched her toned muscles shift as she took another step towards me, and raised her leg to sit back down on my lap. I reached my hands out to assist her, and pulled her quickly and firmly down onto my groin. She wrapped her arms around my neck and shifted her sexy butt on my dick, and I reached down to feel it. Her ass cheeks clenched as my fingertips made contact, and the slight, yet sudden movement pushed me over the edge. I looked deeply into her eyes as I shot wave after wave of hot semen into my own pants, upwards towards her, as my unsuspecting sister tightened her perfect ass against my boner. She giggled and wrapped her legs around my waist, then looked down a little bit confused. My cock had been thrusting on its own for what seemed like an ecstasy filled hour, and my sweet little sister's eyes found their target. She looked down at the wet spot that appeared on my pants, and was rapidly expanding. She gasped.

"Did you pee?" A girly laugh ensued. I was still recovering from my high, and didn't answer for a moment. My eyes refocused and I regained control of the situation soon after.

"Um, no." She tilted her head and looked at me, a bit confused. Like the quick thinker that I am, I reached behind her and grabbed the glass of cranberry juice that was on the table and pulled it to my chest. She looked down at it and then back to the wet spot on my crotch.

"How did it get over here between us?" She asked. I felt my dick shrinking, under the pressure of her weight.

"I'm not sure, but I didn't pee." She didn't seem contempt with the answer.

"Then how come your penis was moving so much?" I didn't know what to say. I felt the inside of my face go hot, and my hands felt light and loose.

"It was probably just my phone. I had an alarm on vibrate for when I should get dressed for the day." I sighed as I saw the look on her face return to normal.

"Oh. Ok." She stood up, dismounted my wet lap, and walked out of the room. I hardly could recapture the events that just happened in my mind. Had my sister just dry humped me in sexy panties, until I came against her ass with only 2 layers of clothing between us? I felt weak as I stood up, but managed to climb my way up the stairs to my bedroom, where I adjusted my cock, and changed into new clothes. My heart was still beating quickly, and I was hardly sure that I had just done what I did. I realized that I felt guilty. I needed to get out of the house, so I went to the backdoor, put my shoes on and yelled out to my sister that I would be right back. I heard her yell back, "ok!"

As I patrolled the sidewalk, I felt like everybody that I passed somehow knew. They could smell it, or see it in my nervous walk. I was so ashamed, that I hardly made it out 5 minutes before I turned back to head home.

Part Two: After The Fact

Into the evening, and hours after I had cum with my sister on my lap, I was beginning to feel horny again. I noticed that as more and more time passed, I started to feel less bad about the earlier event. I acknowledged that it was probably just my dick being ready again, but I couldn't do anything to make myself truly believe it. I had to get off, at all costs.

"Amanda?" I yelled out. 

"Yeah?" Her voice came from downstairs.

"Nevermind," I yelled back again. Knowing that she was downstairs, I took advantage of the opportunity and tiptoed into her bedroom. It was right next to mine, and I was blessed that the floor wasn't particularly squeaky. I opened the door slowly, so as not to make any noise. My dick was rock solid against my jeans, and my hands were sweaty as I pushed the door. I stepped into her room painfully slowly, and tried to keep from moving too quickly and risking noise. I saw her panties from the day before on the ground, and rushed over to them, completely forgetting about the need to be quiet. I quickly picked them up, and inhaled deeply with them against my face. My heart beat alone should have been loud enough for my sister to hear, but I stood frozen as I stuck my tongue out into them. Suddenly, I got a little bit overzealous. I dropped the panties, and walked out of the room, with the intent of actually putting my boner to good use.

My feet moved quickly beneath me as I ran into the living room. Amanda sat on the couch, rubbing her gorgeous fingers through her golden hair. She looked over and smiled at me. My heart melted, and I walked closer.

"What are you watching?" I asked, looked quickly over at the television which was showing some cartoon show I didn't recognize.

"I'm not sure, it was just on," she admitted. The look on her face was so adorable, her little upturned nose drew me even closer. "I'm bored though, nothing good's on, and I hurt my hip a little bit ago."

"Oh, how'd you do that?" I was only feet away.

"I slipped and bumped into the corner of the table," she pointed at the table in front of her that now rested under her sexy feet. I thought, 'how unfair it is of that table to hurt my sister, and then still get rewarded by getting to hold up her perfect toes.'

"That sounds like it hurt, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I guess so." I needed to find an excuse to touch her.

"Do you know what usually helps when you get a sore like that? A massage." She grinned from ear to ear as she realized what that meant. After all, who doesn't want a good massage? I'd always wondered why women don't get ask for more massages, it feels great for them, and the man gets to have his hands on the woman so it's a mutual victory. Why isn't this something that happens more often?

I stepped over her legs and sat down to her left. She was wearing her jean shorts still. I reached over to grab her by the thighs, and pull her body towards me so that she was lying down across the couch with her upper legs on my lap. The skin was as smooth as silk, and clenched a little bit as I pushed my thumbs down into it. She let out a seductive moan, and leaned back, closing her eyes. My hands worked their way down to her calves and ankles, and they caressed them. Her toes wiggled a bit as I did so, and so I reached over and removed her socks. Her toenails were painted dark red, and done a little sloppily, but it hardly mattered. My hands ventured their way back up her lower body and to her hips, where I spent the next few minutes pressing so that she didn't get suspicious as to why I was massaging other parts of her body, besides the part that was hurting. She breathed heavily, and her chest heaved up and down. I watched her mounds rise and fall for a moment, then returned my eyes back to her hips. Without thinking, I took it to the next step.




My Sexy Sister Amanda Ch. 02



Part One: The Famous Couch

I'd had sex before, but I recall that it was unmoving. The girl's name was Sarah, she was pretty although now I can't remember what she looked like. My mind has been diluted by the fantasies it creates, which all involve my sister. I should have always been worried about how much power her form had over me, and how much I let it haunt me, but I had figured that someday I'd get over her. The only downside to the events that had happened the preceding night was that now there was no way I'd ever get over her. She had complete control over me now; she sanctioned each breath that I took. Her attention was exhilarating, and kept me on the edge. I wanted to excite her, so that I wasn't the only one enduring this constant state of electricity. I wanted so very badly to glance over at her, to find her already staring at me, and to blush because she was as nervous about my impressions as I was about hers.

It was the night of the following day, and my father was at the table with Amanda and I for dinner, although he wasn't eating. I felt angry around my dad for some reason. I didn't show it so you never would have been able to tell, but I wanted for him to leave the house so that I could be alone with my loving sister. It made me sad that I felt this way, he did nothing wrong and if anything, I was the one wronging him. I knew this, if I were a father, I'd be furious beyond comprehension to find out that my son and younger daughter had began to fall for one another romantically. Nonetheless, his presence was the barrier between my sister and I being able to be open with each other, and I wanted him to leave us.

Multiple times my father would stand from the dinner table to grab another beer from the fridge, and I was relieved each time to see that he had brought back only one to the table, dooming himself to have to get another one only minutes later. These short periods of time were the greatest parts of my dinner, Amanda would look over to me with her big eyes and default smile, and once or twice she would raise her foot to caress my groin beneath the table. She was barefoot, and I would reach down, guiding her smooth toes along my hard dick beneath my pants. It was as casual a thing as if we had not done it; the two of us were certainly beyond the stage that involved getting to know one-another.

With my dad returned to the table, he again suggested that the reason he wouldn't eat with us was because he was going soon to pick our mother up from the airport. She had warned him that she had good news for him, and his plan was to take her out to dinner straight from the airport to celebrate. Amanda and I both deduced that given the amount of beers he had consumed, he probably thought that this was the first time he was telling us, but we knew better than to be worried. Our father preformed better when intoxicated than when not. 

Amanda seemed to be getting antsy, which excited me because our father would be leaving soon, and I hoped that her energy would translate to something nice when that happened. Now when my father would stand to visit the refrigerator, she would slyly press a green bean into her mouth, only to retrieve it and push it into mine. A line from the Dean Martin song, 'Aint That a Kick In The Head, seemed to describe my feelings all too well, "If this is just the beginning, my life is 'gonna be beautiful." At this point in time, all that I could think about was the future, and how wonderful it was going to be if such interactions persisted. 

"Dad," Amanda whispered.

"Yes dear?" Something about him calling her 'dear' made me oddly uncomfortable at first, but I eased relatively quickly.

"Yesterday I met this amazing boy," she giggled, not looking over at me.

"Oh really?" My dad asked this question as though he were curious for more details, but I could tell that there were no possible details that Amanda could give that would satisfy his fatherly, suspicious instinct.

"Yeah." She was blushing now. "He's great, a real gentleman. I think you would like him." My father looked angry now if anything.

"What's this gentleman's name?" He asked. Amanda seemed a little caught off guard by his question, like she hadn't planned this far ahead when she started this uncomfortable conversation.

"Uh- Burgess," she looked stone-faced back at him, as he did his best to conceal laughter. My willpower was not quite as strong, and I let loose a slight chuckle.

"Oh shut up. With a name like Nathan, you can only be one of like three people." She laughed a little bit, as did I. I thought to myself, "Burgess is one of the three I guess."

"So, you met a boy named Burgess, and he's a gentleman?" My father inquired.

"Yeah. He makes me feel like a woman, not a girl." The amount of discomfort that I had during this conversation in its entirety was ridiculous. It only escalated when Amanda would rub my dick beneath the table with her sexy feet. 

"Well, I guess if he was really special I'd be fine with it," my father grunted as he stood up to prepare to leave. "I should be going now though, your mother's plane lands in less than an hour and I want to be early. Clean up after you guys finish eating, she deserves to come home to a clean house." 

"Yes sir," Amanda said, her eyes following him to the trash where he dropped his empty bottle. My dick seemed to grow exponentially with each step my father took in the opposite direction.

"Seeya' dad," I mustered out. Neither Amanda nor I looked at each other until we heard the front door 

start, and no words were spoken until the sounds of the car turning on could be heard.

"Well." I looked deeply into her eyes.

"Well," she repeated, with a womanly smile encasing her beautiful face.

"Shall we head to the famous couch?" I asked. She laughed and began to stand. The removal of the pressure her foot had been applying to my cock was depressing, but I knew it would be justified momentarily. We headed to the family room without clearing the table.

With my hand trapped in the warmth of her hand, she led me to the couch were we would hopefully spend as much of the night together as fate would permit. She sat down on the far end of the couch, but as soon as I sat down, she scooted closer to me. Her hip was firmly against mine for only a second, before she shifted and laid down across my lap as she had done the day before. I took note of the jeans she was wearing, and frowned, reaching for the waistband to remove them. She raised herself for a moment to assist me, and with ease they slid off. My pants came off next, before she lowered herself back down onto my lap. Her blue eyes were glowing bright, like they were the light source of the room. My right hand reached down between her thighs, and began to explore, while my left hand reached over to grasp her face. I held her chin up, and stared into her eyes while she began to hump my right hand. A sigh escaped her thick pink lips, and my hand twitched along with her warm and wet pussy. I took note for the first time that her panties were soaked. I almost laughed at how apparent it was, and yet how oblivious I had been to the fact. However, there were emotions inside me at the time that were more powerful than laughter, so I suppressed it. Her hips continued to thrust upwards against my sweaty hand, drenching it. The pace was slow and intimate, as if the two of us could continue and not tire for many hours. For all that I knew, it had been many hours when I finally lowered my left hand from her face, to the bottom of her shirt to remove it. I slowly pushed it upwards over her head, and she sat up to allow us to progress. Not a second passed before she began to imitate me, and remove my shirt. Quite suddenly, the two of us combined were sitting on the couch in a collective three pieces of clothing. 'Three too many,' I thought to myself.

"I've been thinking about you all day, Nathan." Amanda had her eyes closed, but her face pointed at mine as if they were open.

"Yeah? How funny. I was about to say the same," my response invoked a slight grin on her face. My hand continued to gyrate around her wet mound through her panties. I had become slightly more used to the idea of her being aroused by me, but I still wasn't fully sure that it was as honest as it appeared. Her sweet pussy was soaked, and her comment about thinking of me told one story, but the realist in me feared that there was some balancing factor. Whether or not there was, I decided to dismiss the thought from my mind and focus on pleasing the goddess on my lap so that she would hopefully remember this event with happiness.

My hand continued to traverse the warm skin around her pussy, spreading the wetness as it did so. Her panties seemed to begging to come off, and I eventually obliged them. They hung between her knees; heavy from the moisture they held. Even with the panties gone, I pretended they were still there by not plunging my finger into her tight depths quite yet. Instead, I maintained my broad massage, incorporating attention for her thighs and hips. Her eyes were tightly shut, as if she were resisting a scary movie, and the expression on her face showed some degree of frustration. I imagine that she sensed my fear about her expression, because she clarified it soon after I noticed.

"Stop teasing me, you bastard!" I laughed a little bit, relieved that she was only fed up because of my slow pacing.

"Why? Watching you squirm at my touch is just about the most fun I could be having." The flirtatious nature of our talk seemed natural, and relevant. Her eyelids seemed to ease their tension, and her lips turned upwards, to support my theory.

"You don't think that we could be having more fun?" She briefly opened her eyes, and I felt the shock waves from their beauty. 

"You must be maturing, I had thought that you would never question an opportunity to prove me wrong about something."

"Me- maturing? What do you think this is?" With that being said, she proceeded to prove me wrong. She clutched my hand with her perfect legs, and sat up to lock my lips with hers. She then directed my free hand using one of hers to the center of her chest; equidistant from either of her perfectly shaped tits. For no particular reason, I picked one of the two and began to knead it as though it were a baseball that I was moments from pitching. My fingers throbbed on it, pressing down on her erect nipple. I then employed the same tactic that I had been using on her vagina only seconds before. I circled it, taunting it, making it shiver from the withdrawal of intensity. The combination of this, and my other hand still being trapped against her pussy lips, forced an audible moan from her lips. She withdrew her face from mine, to look deeply into my eyes. Her scent overpowered all else, and I did my best to savor the aroma. My head was swimming with an overload of passion, and desire. Each of her proceeding moans brought me to a new level of my feeling of ecstasy. 

In a smooth transition, Amanda parted her thighs to free my hand, remove her panties the rest of the way and straddle my waist. My free hand wasted no time rising to the corresponding boob. It mirrored the behavior of its fellow hand, with equal pressure and equal caresses. Amanda then put her lips to mine once more. We sat like this for a long time. Her hips were battering away at mine in a fairly paced humping motion. My hands would switch off from playing with her perky breasts, and exploring the rest of her form. They would sometimes rest on her smooth ass for as long as thirty seconds straight. My dick was raging solid, unlike it had ever been. It pressed up against her bare ass, held back by only my boxers. Once in a while we would break the kiss in order to catch our breath, and in this time I would avert my sight to her lower body, thinking constantly, "this is on me right now." Each time I said it to myself, I was in just as much disbelief as I had been in the time before. She was perfect, the finest human body ever pieced together, and she was sitting on my lap dry humping me. "This is on me right now," I thought once more. Her golden skin was my warmth, pressed against me firmly and creating sweat. Our bodies glistened together, our heartbeats raced together, and our smiles seemed to be relative to one another's.

"Nathan," she panted for another moment before continuing. "I'm not sure that we should go any further right now." My mind was still overloaded, and it was seconds before I registered what she had just said. 

"What? Why not?" Our intimate motions had not ceased yet. Part of me thought that she was kidding, she had been just as into this interaction as I had. She had met me on all fronts, and it seemed cruel that she would even joke about such a thing as halting.

"I'm serious," she said, trying to slow down our pace.

"Is something wrong?" I was still considering the possibilities: she was worried that we would get caught, something had hurt her, she wanted me to beg?

"I'm sorry. We can talk about it later." And just like that she stood from my lap, turning away from me and not giving me the courtesy of a pitiful glance as she gathered her clothes and went upstairs. My dick hadn't even began to go soft. What sort of demon had possessed the beautiful, provocative teenager who had moments ago been willing and able? I sat alone on the famous couch for another moment, my heartbeat slowing, and then commenced to go upstairs and angrily masturbate.

Part 2: The Rustlin' and Bustlin'

My good friend Harry was on my right, and Brian on my left. We patrolled the streets for a long while, joking and laughing as boys my age will. It seemed as though we had covered every topic there was to cover within the broad range of sexual discussion.

"I'm tellin' you, it's not weird to use lube when going solo," Harry laughed as he spoke. His head was turned in my direction, but he was not looking at either Brian, or me. "What do you think the entire point is of jerking off?"

"To jizz," Brian shook his head. "Your point is?"

"My point is that to get there, you have to imagine real sex. You're not supposed to think about the process of masturbating when you're masturbating, you're supposed to be trying to do anything you can to convince yourself that you're not masturbating."

"So where does the lube come in, smartass?" Brian shook his head with a large grin still inhabiting his expression.

"Pussy doesn't feel like your dry palm does it?" Brian laughed, but didn't seem to be getting the inference. "Lube is used to help bridge the gap between hand and pussy," Harry seemed content with his answer, and sighed, realizing that he had gotten slightly worked up about the whole discussion.

"Nate, where do you put yourself on all of this?" Brian looked at me hopefully, thinking that it was likely that I would back him up and confirm Harry's habit being odd.

"Some dudes like some things, others like other things..." I continued to glare straight ahead, not giving off any signs of interest in the conversation. I could sense the two of them exchanging glances, and nothing else was said for a moment. 

"Seeing that you have no opinion on the matter, what's up with you buddy?" Harry asked. I took a few more steps before responding, aggravated by the loud noises made by the passing cars.

"There's a girl." Once again I could sense the two exchanging glances, but with a more excited tone this time. "Last night, in the middle of a session, she walked out on me," I knew that they would figure out what I meant by "session." Brian took a few quickened steps to get ahead of us, and turned to face us stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. Harry and I stopped just before reaching him.

"Some bitch?" Brian asked. Even though I was very disappointed and even angry about the lack of an explanation for Amanda's sudden change of heart, hearing my friend call her a "bitch" frustrated me.

"No, I really like this girl. She's perfect, but it just seems like she's withholding herself," I sighed.

"You think that's abnormal? Hell, you haven't been with enough of them if you think that's cruel." I didn't even notice which of my friends had said that, I was so perplexed with my thoughts that they both suddenly seemed like little children that I had to entertain until their parents would return to retrieve them. I think that I just nodded and kept walking. I'm not even sure if I said anything else up until lunch, but between the two of them, enough was said to cover for my silence. I spent the time within my own worries, fearing that Amanda might be simply playing some sort of game with me. Not until a few days ago, had she even given off a hint that her feelings for me were anything more than uniform. It occurred to me that I may have just been paranoid, but it seemed possible that she would have been working on some sort of elaborate trick, to spite me. What is the loving potential of a person like that? Surely Amanda wasn't the right girl for me. I did my best to convince myself of this, but it was to no avail. Even if she was playing me for a fool, I wanted to do everything that I could to play along so long as she would reward me with her attention. My thoughts at this time were irrational, and quite stupid. There was no way that I could be sure what Amanda was thinking unless I confronted her. Rather than talk to myself in circles, achieving no further understanding about my feelings, I would have to face her.

A few days passed, during which I jerked off a lot more than usual. I tried using lube for one of the instances, but it seemed like more trouble than it was worth. It was harder to get a firm grip, and it stayed oiled up for a long while after the fact, so I determined that I'd withhold from it then on. Aside from the frequent attention that I gave myself, I was relatively isolated for the following days. Amanda seemed to be ignoring me, I saw her only once in passing but I assumed that this was deliberate. The tension in the air was always intense. I felt like at any moment, Amanda would say or do something, anything, but it didn't happen. I feared that if I waited for her to make a move, I would have to go back to school again not having gone to bed with her. That was the endgame after all, and I was committed, so that night I approached my sexy sister's room, careful not to press too roughly on the floorboards. It occurred to me that I could be as loud as I wanted, seeing as my parents were out of town for the weekend and Amanda would be seeing me when I got to her room anyway. I couldn't bring myself to walk loudly though; the unnecessary silence was comforting to me as I was very nervous. 

After what felt like a journey of a thousand steps, I reached the entrance, and waited to face the one remaining foe in between myself and my prize: the doorknob. I twisted it ever so slowly, applying pressure to the shape of the door simultaneously. My senses were heightened, causing the squeaks from the hinges to be escalated to thunderous roars. Surely she would have waken up from them. I approached her bed, seeing a mold of the familiar shape of her body in the covers. At her side, I placed my hand down onto her smooth cheek, caressing it as if it were a silk cloth. A heavy inhale transpired, and two reflective eyes eased open to greet me. They glowed, and stared into mine. 

"Hello," I said. I wasn't able to think of anything sly in time, so I settled for the classic, formal greeting. 

"Hi," Amanda whispered. She seemed to have woken up fairly quickly.

"I wanted to talk to you. I suppose I could have waited until the morning, but it's just been so long," I looked to the floor, somewhat pitifully. 

"True," she spoke as though she had no interest in picking the torch back up. I was a bit discouraged by this at first, but I knew I had to keep pressing on because if I ended the conversation here, it would show doubt, and weakness.




My Sexy Sister Amanda Ch. 02



"Obviously something's bothering you," I looked back up towards her face, which was a waypoint for the moonlight.

"Obviously," she laughed a little bit, as much as her level of being awake would permit. 

"Would you be so kind as to allow me to guess at it?" I paused for a moment, neither expecting nor receiving a response. "You're having regrets. You're second guessing the decisions that we made."

"Yes," her eyes teared up, but there was no audible change in her voice. "I was thinking, when mom came home last week and told us that her sister had met a new boyfriend and that they were already going to get married, I was pretty depressed. I know that aunt Carol had been having trouble finding anyone special, but she not only found someone, she and him are getting married! She didn't mention this guy the last time we talked to her, so it must have been a pretty quick decision. That got me to thinking about how there are people out there who could make me feel like aunt Carol feels. There are men who could make me want to marry them within a month of time together," her eyes held the tears in place. "I don't know Nathan." I could tell this wasn't easy for her to talk about. 

"I understand Amanda." I thought for a moment before proceeding. "You know what though? Isn't it possible that aunt Carol was just unlucky in how long it took her to find this perfect guy? She had to move across the country, and wade through some serious dirt bags to find him. Are you maybe just feeling conflicted because you feel guilty about how easy it was for us to find each other?" I gave her a moment to consider. "There is literally nobody closer to you than me. Is there no way that we just got incredibly lucky? Is it not a possibility that we don't need to search like aunt Carol did?" Amanda smiled a little bit, and I could tell that my idea had resonated with her.

"You think we just got lucky to be placed so near each other?" I nodded, and smiled just as much as she did. Silence ensued. I thought, 'her having been worried about our relationship is a good sign. That means that she's probably not out to get me.' The size of my smile surpassed hers as I sighed of relief.

"There's not a luckier guy on this planet, Amanda." I whispered.

"You're the sweetest. I'm so sorry that I doubted you." With that her voice finally collapsed, and she began to whimper. Seizing the opportunity, I lunged forwards to wrap my arms around her frame. She pressed herself against me, and I felt her chest heaving. For many minutes we remained like this until she finally stopped sniffling. My arms remained around her for a little while longer, until I finally sat back to look at her face. I had her in my control now, but I decided that the gentlemanly thing to do would be to back off for the night. I kissed her on her soft forehead, and slowly turned to leave her holy bed. I hoped that if I gave her the night to reflect on our conversation, the next day she would be eager to pick up where we left off. When I turned to close her door behind me, I noticed that she was staring after me with a smile. Needless to say, I had no trouble jerking off as soon as I returned to my room.

Part 3: She's Picked Out a King Sized Bed

It was the evening of the following day. I hadn't seen Amanda all day, I wasn't even sure if she had been home at all. I knew that my parents would be returning from their visit with my mother's sister and her fiancé on the next night. I was on my computer for the majority of the day, as I was at this moment. I had been so engrossed in the task of browsing, that when my sister kicked the door in, I felt my heart jump. Neither of us spoke as she seductively pranced over to the edge of my bed. I swiveled my chair to face her as she passed me. She was wearing a bathrobe that went down just bellow knee-level. Her beautiful calves flexed as she pressed forwards with each step. The nails of her toes were painted bright red, and her golden hair flowed down. It occurred to me that these were the three things I noticed, only because they were the only three things to notice. The rest was concealed by her damned robe. She twisted around to sit on the footrest of my bed facing me. She held a sexy grin, and looked into my eyes knowingly, like she had the situation assessed, and under control. I returned the look, but with no control as she released her robe to fall by her side. She wore only a silk, pink bra, and a pink laced pair of panties now. My mouth was dry, and my dick stood up as tall as it could.

"You look amazing," I forced out. I regretted it though, because I had enjoyed the pure silence. She nodded and bit her lower lip, as if she had also appreciated the quiet. I almost felt too weak to stand, but I overcame it and rose to approach her. The three steps that it took to be standing just in front of her took days to complete. When I made it though, she reached out for the fly of my jeans, and twiddled with it until they fell to the floor. I stepped out from them, and allowed her to drop my boxers as well, while I removed my shirt. The pent up sexual energy that had been building up since she left me the last time took charge, and I reached my hands out to her shoulders, pushing her playfully down onto the bed. She giggled and looked up to me, retracting her legs up towards her, brushing past my sides as they did so. My fingertips grazed her silky skin, and I leaned down to lay on top of her. Her blue eyes glimmered and her white teeth showed themselves confidently to mine as our tongues met. They collided warmly, and I immediately felt that all of the recent frustration had been justified. My right hand resisted the bed to keep myself supported, while my left hand glided upwards from her belly towards her breasts. It infiltrated the bra from beneath, tripping no alarms. The prize was immediate. Her perky tits bounced around my grasp, and posed a worthy opponent to my grip. I squeezed them tightly, causing her to moan out into my mouth. I could have sworn that I tasted it.

My hands continued to caress her, and my hard cock was pushed up against her thigh. Eventually, both of my hands made it up to her face again, holding it firmly. A bead of sweat dripped down the side of her face, signifying that the passion in the room was as intense as I had thought that it was. She reached down with her hands to trap my dick in her fingers. The focused touch that she gave me was almost too much to bear, and I trembled as the shock waves rode up through my frame. She giggled as she felt this happen to me, knowing that she was in full control of the situation.

I grunted a little bit as she started to tug. One of her hands was pulling my dick firmly, so that the head would press into the area where her thigh met with her hip. Her other hand tickled my balls, daring me to cum already. I didn't want for her to think that I couldn't take it though, so I forced it back for about another thirty seconds before I reached down to intercept the movement of her hands. Knowingly, she gave me a wicked grin, implying that she knew about my "shortcomings." I was hardly able to reflect on this, before she wrapped her legs around my lower back, and her arms around my neck. She squeezed me tightly at both locations, as if she were trying to get me to merge with her into one sexy being. My hands slid around behind her, cupping her ass, which was tight from the strong grip that she had on my torso. She flexed her thighs tightly around me, causing her ass to switch from juicy to firm. My hips rocked with hers, and my cock was pressed up against the material of her panties. I worried for a brief moment that I had already started to cum and somehow not noticed due to an intense state of ecstasy, but I realized that the wetness that had inspired my fear, was leaking from her pussy. I could feel it convulsing beneath the sensitive head of my prick, and closed my eyes, imagining that her underwear was not there to separate us. At that moment, I wanted to be one with her more than anything else in the world.

"Oh, shit Nathan!" She suddenly yelled. I felt her palms on my chest, applying pressure in the wrong direction, and her legs unhooked from behind me. I focused on her face, as her eyes opened wide, frantically looking past me to the door. Submissively, I scooted to the side, allowing for her to sprint past me, stopping only to retrieve her robe from the floor. Her figure disappeared around the bend of my bedroom door, but the sounds of her footsteps didn't disappear until full moments later. I could hardly believe that she had just backed out on me for the second time in a row. She was beginning to be the foundation for some serious trust issues in the future.

I have to admit, I wasn't mad. I was more sad than anything else. The golden girl had me at her fingertips, and toyed with me for whatever sick reasons that she had. She was my goddess, and feeling her up against me was the best kind of sensation that I could endure. On the contrary, seeing her flee from my reach was the worst torture that I could endure. Without noticing when, I found that I had transitioned from sad to angry. Without noticing when, I had stood up, and began to march out the door, following in the footsteps of my Achilles' heel. I stomped through the hallway, and arrived at her door, all too quickly, in a daze. She was standing there, looking just as sexy as she had moments before, but she wasn't under me, and that just wouldn't do.

I walked into her room, surprised that she didn't even turn to face me. She held in her hand, a shirt on shorts, and was searching with her other hand through a bag of toiletries. I didn't care where she thought she was going, because she wasn't. I approached her at a steady and controlled pace. My right hand reached out, and grabbed the clothes that she held in her hand, slowly. I didn't try to pull them from her, rather we both held them. My left hand slowly came up from behind her, and wrapped around her left hip, to the front where I massaged her belly. She moaned a little bit, trying to fight the calming emotions that my touch inspired in her.

"Nathan." She moaned out. I didn't stop. My left hand continued to caress her lower stomach, slowly making its way down into the band of her panties. Simultaneously, my right hand began to slowly pull the clothes from her hand, until she surrendered and let go.

"Nathan, seriously." I didn't let up. I threw her clothes, though no doubt clean, into the dirty laundry hamper. With my newly freed hand, I reached around her from the other side, and began to massage her breasts from outside of her bra.

"I need to go Nathan. I forgot that I had told my friends that I could go out with them tonight." She moaned in such a way, that I began to question if she really wanted to go at this point. Though I couldn't see the front of her face, I could tell that her eyes were closed. I began to seductively nibble on her ear, causing her to shiver for a moment, but ultimately to start to respond more enthusiastically to my fingertips. Almost unnoticeably at first, she began to rock her waist into my left hand, until my fingers slipped shallowly into her wet pussy. She gasped, and started to pick up the pace. My right hand slid back towards me, where it unclipped her bra, as it fell to the floor as her robe had done minutes before.

"Nathan, I really need t-"

"Shhhh," I dragged it out as long as I could, all the while moving my hands up to caress her bare breasts. I circled her nipples with my index fingers, my left one still soaked from where it had been seconds earlier.

"I'm serious, we can play later." I wasn't going to take her word for it. Without saying anything, I took hold of her by the hips, and spun her around so that she was facing me. I saw that her face was anxious, but aroused. I knew that I had to do something to push her over the edge so that she'd shut up about her friends. I pushed my lips to hers to stall while I considered. My hands now found her ass once more, and began to squeeze it as they had been doing before she had her realization.

For the second time that evening, I acted without thinking. I bent my knees momentarily, reaching down below her ass cheeks to pick her up. She retracted her tongue from my mouth, to look me in the eye as I lifted her from the ground. Her expression finally changed as I carried her over to her bed, dropping her down for the second time that night. She laughed, and seemed to be almost matching my level of enthusiasm now. She put her arms out to the side, causing her smooth, unprotected tits to bounce. I had to use all of my strength to keep from pouncing on her to put them in my mouth. Instead, I had a subconscious mission, and I wasn't going to let anything divert me.

In one swift motion, her panties were off and on the floor. She was naked now, which was only accentuated by her bald pussy. The entire area around it was gleaming from her juices, and shivering from desire. In that moment, I had succeeded, and she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

"I guess there will always be tomorrow," she laughed. I laughed too, easing up now that she had confirmed that she would stay the night with me. The tables had turned, I was in control.

I climbed on the bed in between her golden legs, and looked down at her similarly golden body. It was as close to perfection as any person may have ever achieved. 

"Are you ready?" I asked. I figured that she had made me wait long enough, I didn't want to postpone this anymore. If she had answered 'no,' I would have, but luckily for me, she didn't.

"Yes," She began to breath heavily. "Just-" I waited. "Just go slowly." I nodded, and bent down over her so that her nipples were poking into my chest. One of my hands acted as the support of the rest of my body, while the other reached down to my cock as it had done hundreds of times before, only this time it was only for a moment. Once the head of my throbbing erection met the small hole that it needed to penetrate, I released it from my grip. Slowly, I sunk it down into her wet, tiny cunt.

"Oh, Amanda." She exhaled prominently, with her eyes closed and her expression dull. I could feel my heartbeat on the verge of an explosion, as my aching dick slid down deeper. Whenever I thought that I had almost reached the bottom, I found that there was more to plunge into, and I kept pushing for the longest time. The walls of her pussy quivered, and I anticipated that they would collapse inwards on my shaft. I had never felt so crammed before. I felt the smooth surface immediately to my left, and my right. When I focused on the top, I noticed it there too. It was as though my dick was in a mold that was made exactly for me. Suddenly, my groin met with hers, and I looked down to see that I was all the way inside of her. She was breathing heavily, and looked to be worried.

"Is that okay?" I asked. She exhaled before answering.

"Yeah. Hold it for a moment, would you though?" I nodded. Her eyes were still closed, but at that moment we were so close, that there was no way in hell that she didn't know that I nodded. A few more moments of high intensity passed, before she announced, "okay, keep going." Trying to hold back my grin would have been useless.

I felt my cock pounding with my heartbeat, stiffer than ever. If I hadn't been so excited about where it was, I might have even thought that my boner was hurting from how hard it was. The natural lube that she was providing for us was beginning to dribble out now onto my balls. Each time that I retracted my dick a few inches from her pussy and then inserted it back in, there would be a splashing sound from the wetness of the area around her vagina and the wetness that had escaped onto my balls. That splashing noise was one of the sexiest things that I had ever heard, up until that moment.

Amanda seemed to be enjoying herself too. Once she got used to the pattern, and her breathing was under control, she started to rock her hips with me. Her eyes were opened now, glowing back at me. Her hands found my hair, as she intertwined her fingers with it. In doing so, she held my head in place. Our noses rested only inches from each other, ensuring that whatever I smelled, she also smelled. So far, this was more than making up for all of the frustration that I had felt in the last couple of days.

Amanda wrapped her legs around my back again, this time more loosely. I reached with one of my hands down to massage her thigh, which had dug into my side.

"Holy fuck," I whispered. The feeling in my dick was already starting to swirl, and I realized once more that it was Amanda who was taking me to the brink. I laughed as I realized that I still hadn't fully accepted the wonder of my situation. Amanda was sexy enough to make any model jealous, and she was fucking me right now. 'Nothing better has ever happened to me,' I thought.

It was Amanda speaking that awoke me from my trance. I was so mesmerized; that I almost missed that I was going to cum shortly. "Nathan, I'm gonna cum! Don't stop!" I wasn't going to. The tightness of her pussy urged me on. It was when she started to cum, that I realized that I was also bucking. The sharp sensation of my orgasm hit quickly, and without warning. Amanda's screams kept my moans in check, but the clenching of her tight pussy around me, eventually drove me to shout too. Together, we yelled out into the night, as our juices collided and squirted past each other. I shot more strands of cum than I ever had, and they went further than they ever had, into the deepness of my sweet younger sister's pussy. The evidence of her orgasm dripped down my legs and hers alike, as I stayed buried within her for another eternity, catching my breath.

Neither of us moved nor spoke for easily ten minutes. When we did however, it was me who did both first. "Amanda, that was the most wonderful experience of my life. I'm so glad that we got to do that together." I slid my dick out of her as I spoke. It was limp now, but a strand of cum still connected it to her insides. As I rolled over next to her, she finally responded.

"What the hell was all the fuss about?" She questioned. Her words caught me off guard.

"What?" I asked.

"What the hell did everyone mean that the first time would hurt? That was amazing!" She grinned ear to ear as she turned onto her side to face me. My stomach churned as I retained what she had said.

"What you're telling me, is that it was as good for you as it was for me?" I chuckled. She laughed too.

"You know, it's so perfect that we fucked on my bed." I laid for a moment waiting for her to elaborate, staring at the inanimate ceiling fan. "All of the nights that I spent on here, fanaticizing that you would sneak on in and take the place of my fingers." Once again, I laughed.

"Well in that case, it would also be perfect if we fucked on my bed, because I could say the same." She smiled at me, revealing her sparkling teeth. 

The rest of the world seemed to fade out around the two of us, as we fell asleep in each other's arms that night. I can recall the final thoughts that I had before falling asleep. I thought, 'how crazy is this? How ridiculously perfect is this? There's no way that life will ever top this night. There's just no way.'



My Sexy Sister Amanda



"I can get to the hip better if I take your shorts off. It'll probably feel better too." She nodded, but kept her eyes closed, so I proceeded. My thumbs went beneath the waistband, and pushed them downwards past her feet. She kicked them off for me, showing her approval. I looked over to her face for a moment to see if she was catching on, but her eyes still remained shut, and a slight smile appeared on her lips. My dick throbbed as I realized I was bringing her pleasure. She was my queen, and I was making her happy. 

My eyes finally got back down to her panties though, and she was still wearing the lingerie from earlier. My penis bucked a few times under the firm pressure her legs were applying to it, and I finally had access to the holy area that had never before brought so much pleasure to a man. 

"That feels amazing," she moaned. Her smile widened a little bit, as I slowly moved my hands inwards from her hips. I caressed the smooth surface beneath her belly button, and gently pushed down. Her waist was very skinny, and curved in the areas that they should have. My fingers started to descend her once more, ever so slowly. It took about 2 full minutes for them to reach the top of her panties. When they finally arrived, I pushed under them about half of an inch with my index finger. She was hairless, shaved to a smooth surface. Her hips adjusted a little bit, and she scooted her entire body further along my lap so that her ass was down right in the gap between my own legs. I felt her clenching and unclenching her cheeks, as she settled into the new spot.

"Do you think I'm pretty Nathan?" She opened her eyes dimly to meet my own, and closed them slowly a few moments after.

"Absolutely. You're the most stunning woman I know." Even though this was true, I usually wouldn't have admitted it. But hell, she had gone this far, and I wanted to see how far she would go. So I fueled her flame, hoping that it would amount to nearly how much desire I had for her.

"You're so sweet. Do you mean that?"

"Of course." My fingers pressed in slightly deeper down her panties.

"Do you love me?" She asked, and her breathing quickened.

"Yes. I love you." My hand inched down, my fingers were now about half way in. To my surprise, without even opening her eyes, she reached over with her hand, and shoved mine by the wrist down further into her panties. Before I had time to even register what happened, she thrusted her hips up into my fingers, and moaned out deeply as her moist cunt began to seep. She yelled out and squeezed my hand tightly, her pussy grinding against my fingers all the while. Liquid gushed out, soaking my lap as she came. It seemed like an hour later that her sensation finally subsided, and left her panting for breath, and loose. I couldn't move. I was in disbelief, she had just made herself cum on my lap.

"Oh Nathan." My dick wriggled a little bit as she said my name. "I'm so sorry." I didn't know what to say, so I sat there staring into her eyes. She looked ashamed, and I knew that I had to say something reassuring to her if she was going to allow this to continue.

"Don't worry about it. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy that too." She looked sweetly up at me, blushing. 

"That was the first time that I'd. . . with another person." She looked so fragile, like her future as a person depended on what I said next.

"Being completely honest, I'm glad that I was here with you for it." She exhaled deeply, and continued to stare into my soul with her crystal eyes.

"I'm so embarrassed. You're not gonna tell anyone are you?" She looked hopeful, but nervous all the same.

"Why do you think I would? We each have dirt on each other now." She tilted her head, a bit confused. Did she already forget about earlier that day? "Remember? When you showed me your clothes in the kitchen?"

She gasped, her mouth wide open. "You- you jizzed earlier?" 

"I thought you could tell, I didn't even have my phone with me." She laughed a little bit, and shook her head. I smiled at her, and we locked eyes.

"So, I guess we're both sick perverts then?"

"I guess so. That's not particularly a bad thing though." She laughed some more, and sat up, so that her nose was touching against my nose.

"You don't think it is?" she whispered seductively. Her eyes were half closed but still held mine as though they were wide open.

"Absolutely not. The heart wants what the heart wants." She pressed her face ever so slightly closer to mine, and I felt her lips brush up against mine. My hands slid their way upwards, taking no short cuts to arrive at her chin, holding her gorgeous face up. With elegance, she slowly entangled her lips with mine, and our tongues met to play. My eyes closed and I knew hers did too, because there was no denying that she was enjoying this game as well. I had my suspicions about if she was as much as I was, but I didn't want to break the kiss to ask.

With our lips now passionately locked, I felt safe to lower my hands back down to the smooth terrain. I fondled her breasts for a moment, before beginning to raise her shirt above her head. She retracted her head back to look at me for a moment, breaking the kiss.

"Nathan," she smiled as though she were dazed: slowly and slightly. "What are we doing? I'm so confused about this." I was too.

"Well Amanda, I've been fanaticizing about this for so long. You are the apple that hangs just from reach of the starved man. If you have no objections though, I intend to feast now that I've got you." I don't know why I spoke so poetically, but it seemed to do it for her, because she smiled from ear to ear.

"You've thought about this for a while? That's such a relief to hear." I looked at her waiting for her to continue. Her hips still rocked on my lap. "I've thought about you too."

My insides would not have been cooler in an icy cave, or warmer in a pool of lava. I couldn't describe the way that I was feeling. It was too complex. My head spun and I felt like I was having the ultimate out of body experience. She had just confessed to me that she thought of me as sexually interesting, as I did to her.

"Fuck, really?" I was so caught off guard by her statement that my capacity to speak well seemed to have just vanished.

"Yeah." She placed her hands on my hips and pushed my shirt up over my head. Once it was off, she lowered her gaze to check on my muscular build, which gave me a moment to look at her chest. Her boobs were being shoved together by her tight black bra, and I could see the shapes of her perky nipples through the cloth. "What do you like about me Nathan?" she asked.

"Oh man, if I had to list everything then we wouldn't have time to get where we're going." I was astonished once more by my provocative response. I hadn't known that I possessed the potential to be so sexually confident. I had been eating well and exercising, so I knew that my form would hold its own, but I hadn't suspected that I would be able to confidently speak so flirtatiously. 

She maintained her smile, and the steady motions of her hips. Oddly enough, she didn't ask me to elaborate on my answer like I had been expecting her to.

"You know Nathan, the first time that I came, I had imagined that it was your fingers inside me. That's why I've always tried to siege any opportunity possible to get near to you. I never would have thought in a million years that you would think of me as more than your sister." She lowered her head so it rested on my shoulder, but she continued to hump me in her unrealistically sexy panties. "Any chance I got to make you proud or to notice me, I would take. I wanted you to see my new clothes today, I hoped to god that if I showed you my body enough, you would second-guess yourself and maybe get carried away with me some time. That's what I thought was starting to happen this morning when you asked to feel my legs."

"It really didn't occur to you that maybe I had always loved your legs?" My hands firmly gripped her thighs. She shook her head no. "How about your tits?" She shook her head no again, as my hands moved up to hold her rounded breasts. "Or your sweet, sexy face?" She raised her head from my shoulder, and smiled at me.

"It never did." She lowered her hands down to my jeans as she spoke. She fiddled with the button and zipper, while not obstructing the eye contact. In a swift series of motions, my jeans were beneath us, and my boxers with them. My hard cock sprang up against her belly as she looked down and gasped. I watched her face to see how she'd react.

"It's so big! They're not all that big are they?" She asked.

"How many have you seen?"

"None in real life. I've seen maybe two online, but I never knew that they could be that large. Howcome they're so hard to see when guys are walking around?" I chuckled a little bit, ignoring the portion of her words that were a question. I took the compliment though. Her fingers reached down to feel it, and my cock jittered a little bit as she took hold of it with her warm fingertips. I let out a soft moan, and lowered my right hand to hold hers lightly on my shaft. Her majestic eyes didn't look up, and cherished every moment of the prize that she thought she would never earn. Her grasp tightened momentarily, and then lightened up a little bit. She did so repeatedly, but at a slow pace, which was driving me crazy.

"Amanda." I said her name involuntarily, and she finally raised her eyes to mine. My hands began to explore her body once more, and for the first time, I was the one to break the mutual stare. I looked down at her figure, which was still something that I couldn't believe. She was so fit, and tan, Her blonde hair seemed not too far off from the color of her golden skin. My fingers caressed her sides, and her stomach, easing down towards her panties. I noticed her breathing was heavy, heavier than mine. Her hands groped my penis faster, and her eyes closed tightly.

"Oh Nathan. I've never felt like this before. My entire body is tingling so much!" I didn't relent. My hands pushed quickly this time between her silky panties and her silky skin. I was so light headed that I could almost not tell which was which.

My fingers thought on their own however, and marched into her tight pussy. She inhaled loudly and quickly, and quickened the pace of her hands on my manhood. My left hand reached up to hold her chin up to mine, and my thumb slid into her mouth. She sucked on it so aggressively that I thought she would bite it off. A minute passed, and I slid my thumb out of her mouth, and down to her perky boobs. My fingers toyed with her hard pink nipples, and she continued to pant.

My fingers maintained a steady pace, entering and exiting her tight pussy. I could still hardly believe that my hands were anywhere near her sweet slit. Her hips rocked with my hand, fucking my fingers and making them shake. I could feel the contractions on either wall. 'How tight she is. There's no way that I'd be able to fit my cock in here,' I thought. My fingers were tiny compared to my dick in girth, but I was hardly worried, I was sure that we'd find a way to make it work. Frankly, I was hardly thinking about any time but the present during the whole interaction. Time was slow, and inching forward almost unnoticeably, much unlike the pace of our finger fucking.

"Nathan. My god, I'm cumming again." The words were like ecstasy, she began to rock her hips violently. "Oh!" She panted heavily, and kept her hips moving, as I felt my legs and balls get drenched by her fluid. She vibrated on me, shaking like a cold dog, as I kept my grip tight on her nipples, and my right hand continued to penetrate her pussy. The sensation was too much for her to handle, for a long while, she seemed like she had no control over her movements. She began to eventually slow down, and once more lowered her head onto my shoulder, breathing still heavily. I had outlasted her, surprisingly enough, and I no longer had to worry about keeping my orgasm at bay.

She flopped over onto my lap horizontally, and laid down. Her bubble butt protruded up into my face, and I reached down to stroke it. She shivered as I did, still feeling sensitive from her experience seconds prior. She said no words, and didn't move at all once she had gotten down on my lap. It was as if she were asleep, exhausted and unable to maintain an energized posture.

"Amanda. " No response. I wrapped my hands around her so that they were feeling her belly, and I eagerly flipped her over onto her back to get to look into her desolate, fragile eyes. She looked up at me, but appeared to be absent in mind. I didn't know what to say. There was nothing that I could say. It seemed easiest that I wait for her to decide what we did next.

Minutes passed. My dick was nearly in pain from standing at attention for so long. The back of her thigh was pressed down on it, and I had to battle with the pressure to keep from losing it. I sighed of relief when she finally started to sit up and look at me. When she had sat up, she got off of my lap, faced me, and kneeled down between my legs. I looked down at her, no words were spoken, and the eye contact was intense. Her seductive look was so much to handle, but my heart was still intact. I had seen this point of view many times in porn, and let me say, it doesn't compare to actually having the person in front of you. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around the base of my penis, and slowly rising, just to fall soon after. Her hands were warm, or rather, they were hot. I was surprised how hot her skin was. It occurred to me, that my dick would melt in her hands if she were to grip it any harder. Her eyes continued to look straight up at me, and her shapely forearm bobbled, smacking the top of my leg every time that she reached the bottom of her stroke on my dick.

I strained to see past her arms to her breasts. They hadn't changed since I last saw them minutes earlier, they were still too sexy to take in. Her bare, rounded breasts were creamy, and I wanted to have them in my mouth, but I couldn't bring myself to speak still. Slowly but surely, she continued to jerk me off, until I knew that I was close. I had maybe another thirty seconds in me, I could feel the hot cum brewing inside me, like a pressure cooker. 

She must have picked up on my bucking, because she lowered her mouth onto my head, and encased it in the warm, and wet haven that it was. Her head bobbed, up and down, engulfing more of my cock each time it came down. Eventually, she had nearly the entire thing in her mouth, and I could feel her throat with it. She gargled a little bit, but managed better than I'd have expected. A beautiful professional! She kept her rhythm slow and intimate, until I knew that I had lost the battle, and was going to cum. Her tongue began to swivel around my boner in circles just then, and the sensation brought me to the edge of a scream. I used all of my might to hold back the yell, but my mind swirled with cloudiness, as I released my semen into her throat. 

My dick thrusted on its own, bucking quicker and for longer than it ever had, as I shot strand after strand of hot cum into her pretty face. She didn't allow the eye contact to break even still, as she looked up into me with her watery and crystal eyes. My moans overtook the slurping sounds that she was making on me. She continued to make them on me long after I finished moaning though, and my dick went flaccid while still being in her mouth, her tongue still working. It circled my head, causing it to twitch, but I knew there was no possibility I would have anything left to give her for a second run. About two minutes after I exploded in her mouth, she finally removed my loose penis from her thick pink lips, revealing that she had swallowed all of my cum in doing so.

"Oh Amanda. I'm speechless." I closed my eyes for a few seconds, and caught my breath. Never had I experienced an orgasm as intense. I opened my eyes to find that I had laid down on my side, without even realizing it. Amanda had stood up and was mounting preparing to lay on top of me, sharing the exhaustion that I felt. 

"Did that feel good?" she asked, as she looked down on me, sitting on my lower stomach.

"You have no idea," I whimpered out. She gave me a sadistic smile and said, "oh I think I do." I laughed a little bit, but could hardly pay attention. The amount of love that I had for her at that moment was something that I had never before known was possible. I wanted to let her know, but didn't feel ready to say anything else quite yet. She put her head down on top of mine to give me a passionate kiss, and I smiled, knowing that the two of us would share many more.



My Sexy Sister in Law



I am 27 year old and I got a great wife of 3 month. Her name is Sandy and we known each other for 2 years before tying the knot. She cooked real well, got a great career and she look good with her 36B, 25, 35 figure. I know many of my friends envy me and I am really grateful that I got her as my wife.

Sandy got a sister whom she really doted on. Her name is Rachel. Being 5 years younger, Rachel look good as much as her sister. I did wonder how she will fair in bed, but never thought anything will happen between us, afterall, she is sandy sister and I don’t want to risk losing a good wife.

Rachel is staying with us right now, as her university is just miles away. And that’s where it all got started. Sandy’s career takes her away from me very often. And that fateful day, it happened. Sandy is away in new york attending a conference as usual. I took a day off that day, away from work, I wanted to get a good shower, sit back, drink some beer and watch a good movie. 

The day started with me fixing a good breakfast. Knocking on Rachel’s door, I asked if she would like to join me and she say yes. I told her that it will be ready in 20 mins and asked her to meet me in the kitchen. I went back to the kitchen, started to do my toast. Then as I swing around with two plates in my hands, I froze. I saw Rachel walking towards me in her white tight camisoles, without her bra! Her nipple stood so proudly against her white tee. 

“Good morning, Mike!” She smile, walking with her breast bouncing.

“Er…good morning, Rachel, u better get this breakfast down and get started to school.” I said with trembling voice.

“oh…. I got no school today, my lecture is cancel. I have decided to stay at home and relax myself. Been studying too hard for exam. Look at me, I am totally wore out.”

Wore out?? She must be kidding, she look great, like she been doing lots of work out. Her figure can kill anyone. “ oh… okie…then what do u plan to do?” I asked, feeling a slight tingle as I look at her.

“ Catch a good movie maybe. You got anything to recommend??” She sat down drinking coffee. Only then did I realize she is only wearing her panties. That must be her sleepwear, but she has never appear in that outfit.

“oh… I am going to catch a movie too, maybe we can do it together later.”

“Sound great! I will pop some popcorn, u get the movie disk on and maybe later on, I will do u a good lunch. Deal?” 

“deal!” But I can’t help but feel that she has a double meaning to her words.

I put the movie on, and she sat down next to me with a huge bowl of popcorn. She pop her legs up the coffee table and I notice how silky they were. She must have just shave it. Make me wonder if she shave her pussy as well. She reached over me and grab a beer, her breast rubbing slightly my cock. Almost immediately, my cock sprang up. Thank God, I was wearing a huge loose pants, I grab a cushion and cover it. I couldn’t keep my eyes on the TV, my eyes wander from her toes to her thighs to her breast. Oh, and she smell so good. I got the impulse to grab her, pin her down and kiss her, make love to her. I want to feel her pussy and squeeze her breast and lick her.

“Mike, you want another drink?” 

“uh…. Yes pls…” she must have caught me staring at her. Oh god, what am I thinking, she is my sister for god’s sake. I ought to kick myself.

She came back with two drinks and more popcorn. As she tried to put everything on the table, she trip, the popcorn flew and landed all over me, we both started laughing she sweep the popcorn off me and begin to feed me and herself. Then she pop herself next to me on the sofa, landing so near me that I could feel her soft breast pushing against me. Then she suddenly stop laughing and stare into my eyes bringing her lips so near me. I stop breathing for a second waiting to see what she is going to do next. She put a popcorn into her mouth and then another into mine, without taking her eyes off me. Then as sudden as it could be, she stood up and say she is going to take a shower and prepare lunch. I was a little disappointed, but I kick myself again for wanting something to happen. What could happen anyway, her sister is my wife.

I heard the water running in the showers and finally manage to put my concentration back to the movie. Then I heard a scream! I rushed to the bathroom, but she is nowhere to be found. I turn around and saw her standing inches away from me, all wet still in her tight camisoles. She pushed me into the shower, grab my hands and place it on her breast. I was too startled to move, but my cock betrayed me. It sprang up never like it did before.

“Mike, I promise a good lunch, here it is.” She smiled and bring her lips to mine. My lips offer no resistance and my tongues slip into her mouth. We kissed with huge passion, my hands moving from her breast to her asses, my cock burning with desire.

“Rachel….. we…. Shouldn’t be doing….. this……” I manage to say in between kisses.

She stop and I immediately regret what I have say. She smile and said “ Mike, its ok, I wanted you, I have wanted you ever since the day Sandy brought you home, take me Mike, make me your lunch today, it will be the best lunch you ever have, I promise you.” With that, she put her tongue back to my mouth and started to stroke my cock. “Take me, lick me, kiss me, touch me, fuck me, make me yours, mike, make me yours.”

I lift her up from the floor and carry her to my bed. Without parting from her lips, I peel away her camisoles. “Rachel, oh….. u feel so good… your breasts is so….tender. oh…” I bring my mouth to her breasts and started to lick her nipple and pinch her. She moan and make me more horny. My hands move to her pussy found her dripping wet. “ oh…. My god, you are so wet…. Do u want me to lick you there Rachel?” She nodded and pushed my head down, she smell so good. I licked her and she screamed…. “Mike… don’t stop, oh…. Ohhhhhh please don’t stop” I continued to lick her with one hand on her breast. “Mike, I am cuming… ohhhh…. Ohhhh” I felt her cum then together with her juices, I proceed to kissing her again. 

She pulled herself away from me and I wonder where she is going, then I realize what she is going to do. Sandy has never done that to me, she pull my shorts off and started to deep throating me.” Oh Rachel, oh darling…. Oh…….” I moan. She is so good at this, Sandy would never do that, she think it is down right disgusting, but it has been my dream,my fantasy. I beg sandy a few times, but she never do it. I looked down at Rachel and saw her staring at me, she smile and look like she really enjoy my cock. “Rachel, I am cuming, do you want to stop?” I asked.

She stopped, look up at me and smiled. Then she brought my cock back to her mouth and suck me even more gently. “darling… I am cuming…oh…. Ohhhhhhhh” I came into her mouth, shooting load after load of juices. She came back kissing me and I found no drop of my semen in her mouth. I realize she has drank it all. “Rachel, …. U drank it?” I was shocked but my cock shook with satisafaction. 

“ yes, Mike, you taste so good….. make me cum again… please…..”

I kiss her, stroking her breast, thinking of her drinking my cum. I moved to her pussy and found her still dripping wet. “ Mike, enter me, cum inside me, please…. I wanted you so…. much”

I moved on top of her. “ you sure darling?”

She nodded. I thrust my cock into her pussy, oh… she feel so warm and tight. I begin to thrust, going faster and faster and she moan in ecstasy. “Mike, faster, oh… I love you inside me… faster….” I went faster and faster and finally shoot load and load into her, until I feel it over flowing out. I stay inside her, hugging her, never feeling so good.

“Mike, you like your lunch?” she asked with a wink

“Rachel darling, this is the best lunch ever. Can I have it for dinner as well?” I beg

she laughed and begin to stroke my cock and said “ for tea too”.