11 comments/ 111898 views/ 43 favorites My Sister Dee By: SSobotkaJr AUTHOR'S NOTE -- This is a work of fiction. All characters are not intended to reflect any person or persons -- living or otherwise -- and all characters are portrayed as being eightteen years old or older. This isn't a quickie. If you're looking for a quick-wham-bam fuck, you might go elsewhere. If you want a nice build-up with some story behind the sex, settle in and enjoy! -- SRS. **** *** **** I'm Gus and I'm twenty years old. My given name is Augustus, but I go by Dutch as a nickname -- there's a story behind that fact, but that's not why I'm talking to you right now. What I want to do is tell you about something I've observed as of late. There's a lot of things in life you want to hear, like you did a good job, you made your parents proud of you and such. There's also lots that you don't want to hear, like you're losing your job, or that a dear friend passed away. Some people can take such news in stride . . . others, well, they sort of can't. Personally, I'm somewhat of an easy-going guy. There isn't much out there that I really don't like to hear. Yet, the one thing I never, ever expected to hear was just how fuckable my baby sister was. Not that I think Deanna was ever ugly or unattractive. Hell no! I guess you could say Deanna was a throwback to the All-American, girl-next-door type. My little sister has always been a sweetheart. Even at the age of eighteen, she's barely a slip of a girl, standing up to the middle of my chest in sneakers, flats or heels. Yet she's clearly no kid. Her body was and still is in perfect proportion to her size. She's got a pixie face -- round, with a pert nose, big green eyes and long brown hair that she let grow down to her waist. She was never the sort to smile all wide-mouthed and toothy. Rather she did this little, soft smile that made her chin dimple and made you look at her bee-stung lips which, even when she smiled, they always seemed to be in a permanent pout. By comparison, I guess I'm the All-American Boy if you need to hold us up against one another. I'm linebacker-tall and pretty fit, except for a bit of a Teddy-bear tummy I can't ever get rid of, no matter how many crunches and stuff Coach makes me do (yeah, I play sports). I contribute it mostly to the fact I love our Mom's cooking, maybe a bit more than I should. I've got dirty-blonde hair, dark eyes and my Dad's rugged looks, though you'd never mistake us for brothers or anything. But, enough about me . . . we're supposed to be talking about Dee here. I never thought of her like a lot of guys think of most girls these days. Okay, granted some of those thoughts . . . I've had them, too. Yet they were about other girls, and how much I'd like to know them in a not-so gentlemanly way. That's certainly not something any brother wants to hear about his own baby sister. That she's not just 'cute' or 'pretty', but more along the lines of 'hot' and 'sexy' or the ultimate compliment-slash-onus, 'fuckable'. That's the word I heard from one friend the other day, and it's part of the reason why I have to tell you this story. *** *** *** Being the older/younger sibs that we are, we went against the usual norm and had a lot of friends that ran in both of our respective social circles. So, throughout our later school years, it wasn't unusual for both of our collective girl and guy friends to show up when either one of us turned out to celebrate growing one year older. This time around, It was Deanna's nineteenth birthday. Now, our parents frowned on outright binge drinking, but they had no problem with a few sociable drinks. Fortunately Dee's party wasn't intended to be a raucous kegger but both our folks knew that if we were responsible enough, they could trust us to serve a little alcohol. So, our Dad had cheerfully supplied the party with two cases of brew -- provided under the caveat that people in attendance understood the minimum-drink limit and didn't try to wheedle in extra booze or beer, because once all the alcohol was gone, that was it for the night. So, onto the subject at hand; the friend who clued me into how hot Dee looked to him. Said-Friend was my buddy Sam; he's the same age as me, a good egg but sometimes tact just isn't something he remembers or uses at will. I could blame it on the fact he's a full-tilt blond -- we're talking bright, lemon-yellow here! -- but Sam's not dumb by any stretch. He just doesn't think sometimes, especially when he doesn't use his common sense as he's about to open his mouth. The two of us were both 'stag', checking out the few unattached girls that had come to celebrate with Dee and us. Granted, it was sort of an unspoken rule that us guys never used personal celebrations to pick up dates or such. Still, that doesn't mean we couldn't admire how well dressed and lovely several of the girls were. So, Sam and I had both a beer in hand, nursing them along as we watched the activities around us from a pair of stools next to the island breakfast bar, attached to the kitchen. The party was only an hour and a half old, so most of the activity was centered in the open area of the living room and dinning area. Our friends were all either sitting or standing, talking and laughing and just enjoying company. Someone had turned on the family stereo system and had some good rock music playing underneath the low rumble of conversation. I had been checking out Amber Richardson -- a underclassman in our school, standing among a quad of her girl friends -- when,out of the blue, Sam let out a low whistle and said, "Your sister's looking pretty good tonight, Dutch!" He paused, then added with an undertone, "Pretty well-nigh on fuckable, to tell the truth." I turned around from where I sat, about to tell Sam, "Sheesh! Man, don't say stuff like that!", but the moment I got my eyes on Dee . . . well, all cognitive thought just flew out the window for a few moments. I spied my sister; sitting with one of our other friends on one of the couches in the living room, smiling and laughing at something the dark-haired girl had said. Dee never really dressed like a lot of teenaged girls do these days, with super-tight clothes that had revealing slits or gaps in them. She always went for comfort over fashion -- jeans, long skirts, tees and button-down blouses -- though she never dressed like a slob. That night, she dressed well for the party. An understatement, surely. She had on this black summer dress -- no sleeves, just two straps that crossed over her shoulders and came down in a sweet-heart neckline that showed her cleavage off to good effect. The fabric wasn't tight, but it hugged Dee's curves and fell down her legs to about an inch or so above the knee. No belt, but you couldn't hide my sister's trim waist and bouncy little butt in that outfit. She clearly had on some sort of hose or stockings, which made her legs look utterly fantastic, and she had on low-heeled flats in matching black to compliment the over all look. When I could get my eyes back up to her face, I lost what must've been another five minutes worth of working-brain capacity. Dee never went for glam or any overstated use of make-up. She always used a bit of eye liner and shadow to make her green eyes stand out, and only a smattering of gloss on her lips. Tonight, she added to that by taking her long hair and twisting it into a single braid that came from behind her neck to trail down over one shoulder and down her front. Sort of like Rapunzel in the fairy tale. Sam hadn't twigged on what was causing my silence, since he was still ogling Dee and sipping his beer. "Seriously, Dutch, I'm telling you . . . that's one honey of a stone fox there." I finally snapped out of my brain-lock and scowled at Sam, before I punched him in the arm. "Geez, knock it off you horn-dog! That's Dee you're talking about! My sister, remember!?" Sam made a mock dodge, grinning at me. "So? Doesn't mean it's still not true, Dude," he said. "So, duh, I'm her brother," I said, aiming another punch at his shoulder. "S'not what I need to hear, y'know." Sam just chuckled, holding up his hands in defense. "Okay, okay, okay . . . sorry I said it, Dutch. Just forget it, 'kay?" I gave him a half-smile and slurped down another swallow of my drink. "Forget what?" I said, after I gave off a semi-loud belch. That got Sam laughing, and we switched conversational gears as some of our other friends came over to join us. Yet, honestly, I wasn't about to forget it . . . fuck! After Sam all but pointed it out to me, no way in Hell was I going to forget what a fox Dee was! The rest of the party went off without any other incident or problem . . . at least that's what it looked like. Truth was, no thanks to Sam's comment about Dee, I kept finding myself looking at her at times when I wasn't engaged in conversation with any of our friends. No matter where Dee was or what she was doing, I couldn't stop my eyes from seeking her out and lingering on her trim little frame and beautiful face. It got to the point I had a few people literally shake me to get me out from under the apparent daze I was in. Embarrassing to be sure, since I had to quickly tell a white lie about thinking over something at school or some class work, just to cover up the fact I was staring all moon-eyed at Dee. I was a bundle of nerves inside over this. I mean, a brother just isn't supposed to look at his sister like she was a woman. Especially a hot-looking fox; one that he'd love to get alone in a quiet room and-- Sheesh! Listen to yourself! I told myself. You can't be lusting after Deanna like she's the number-one on your top-ten hottie list! What kind of pervert are you, anyway? Fortunately, Dee never seemed to notice that I was surreptitiously checking her out, nor did anyone else for that matter. God! I can imagine what sort of trouble that would cause among our friends if they suspected I was having taboo thoughts about my sibling! *** *** *** Eventually, the party wound down and people started leaving for the night, after giving Dee many 'Happy Birthday' wishes and thanking us for having a great party. Some of the guests helped us with some of the clean up before leaving, so by the time it was just Dee and I, alone in the house, there wasn't that much of a mess to deal with. I'd just taken out the last of the big garbage bags to the bins at the curb for trash pick-up in the morning, and was strolling back into the kitchen, when I was met by Dee on her way in from the living room. She had a couple of trays of cups and glasses in each hand; moving them towards the kitchen sink. "Here, let me help you," I said, moving to intercept her and take one of the trays before she dropped them all. "Thanks, Gus!" Dee said brightly. We both deposited the dirty drink ware in the sink and set the trays aside. "Whew! Some shindig tonight, huh?" she asked. "Yeah, pretty much," I said. "Can't beat it when we throw a pretty cool party. You had fun, right?" Dee smiled. "Oh, yeah! The best!" She leaned back against the kitchen counter, looking up at me. "How about you, Gus? It didn't cramp your style, having to hang out at your baby sister's birthday tonight?" I just shook my head and chuckled. "Nah, you know I had fun too." "Yeeaah, I could tell. Especially the way you and Sam were looking at all of the girls tonight," Dee said, smirking at the shocked look that crept over me. She let me stew for a moment, before laughing as she said, "Gus, just chill, okay? I was just teasing you!" I couldn't stop the blush that filled my cheeks. I thought I was busted! "Sheesh, Dee, c'mon . . . every other guy at the party was looking at you girls." Dee reached out and gave my cheek a pat. "Well, you're not every 'other' guy, am I right? Besides, it's okay that you looked, Gus. Hell, I'd be worried that you weren't looking at girls. I'd hate to have to tell Mom and Dad that my big brother's not interested in the opposite sex, y'know?" "Well, you don't have to worry about that," I said. "I do like looking at girls, Dee." Even if it's been one particular girl tonight, anyway! I thought. "That's reassuring to know," Dee said with a grin. She then looked around the kitchen. "Did we get everything done? I know Mom and Dad want the house restored to order before they get in tomorrow afternoon . . . but, I really don't want to kill the last few hours of my birthday night cleaning up." "I think we got most of it done, so I don't think they'll mind a little picking up tomorrow," I said. "Besides, it is your birthday, kiddo. So . . . ." I trailed off and looked at her pointedly. "What did you want to do for the rest of the night?" Deanna looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, there's something I want to do that I haven't done yet." "Oh? What?" Dee grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the kitchen doorway. "C'mon." Leading me out by my hand, she moved us into the living room. Letting me go as we reached the center of the open space by the couch, she stepped over to the entertainment center and dipped down to fiddle with the CD player. She soon got some slow jazz to play -- a personal favorite of both of ours -- before moving back to stand in front of me. "Okay, you've had music playing all during the party," I said. "What gives?" Giving me a surprisingly shy look, Dee asked, "Well, would it be too weird for you . . . if I asked you to dance with the birthday girl?" Peering up from underneath her lashes at me, she smiled and bit her lip. "I mean, you were dancing with other girls tonight, so--." "Dee," I said, cutting her off gently before I held out my arms. "Why would I feel weird about that?" I took her hands in mine. "If you want me to dance with you, well . . . shall we?" The smile that spread across her face was nothing short of magical. "Let's!" With that, she stepped up close and moved my near hand to her waist. With a wordless nod, we both started to sway and step to the beat of the music pouring out the surround-sound speakers; moving in a small circuit around the narrow space between the couch and the fireplace. For the moment, the rest of the house seemed to melt away, leaving just that tiny space and the two of us remaining in a nearly-perfect bubble of time. At first, we didn't do much else that dance and smile at each other. Being that we were siblings, I kept us at a pretty modest distance apart. However, as each minute passed, Dee moved in closer and closer, until she was pretty well snug against my front. I really didn't mind. After all, I was doing this to make Dee happy, not get any sort of gratification for myself out of the deal. However, when Dee shifted and put her head on my shoulder -- sighing contentedly -- my mind wandered; back to what Sam had said earlier, and the mental snapshot my brain had taken when I saw Dee across the room. Once again, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful Dee looked. Couple that with the light, sweet scent wafting up from her hair -- she loved to use a magnolia-scented shampoo -- and the memory of the sight of her sweet body earlier had the thoughts that were very un-brotherly bubbling up from deep inside. Shit! I tried to stop it, but my body reacted faster than thought. Before I could stop it, I could feel my crotch getting tight as I continued to hold Dee close to me. My mind started to race. If I popped a woody next to my baby sister--? God! What would she think? As the last song on the CD came to an end, I was this close backing away from her, but she beat me to the punch. Stepping back, she peered up at me with a look that wasn't disgusted or upset. "Thanks, Gus. That was really sweet of you to dance with me." It took me a bit to get my brain working towards coherent speaking, but I smiled and said, "Hey, anything for my baby sis, eh?" With a nod, she popped up on her tip-toes and planted a smooch on my cheek. "Well, the night's not over yet, big brother. I've been hoping we could use the hot tub tonight, and with all the party guests gone . . .?" Her voice trailed off as she cocked her head at me. "You want me to join you, in the hot tub?" "Think you can stand being around me for a while longer?" she asked. "I really don't want to soak out there alone." Actually, taking a dip in the hot tub sounded pretty good to me. If anything, I hoped that relaxing would allow me to forget what had been running though my head just then. "Sure, I'm game." "Then, you go check the water and go get your trunks," Dee said. "I'll go change and meet you out back, 'kay?" "Sounds like a plan to me, Dee." We parted ways -- her heading to the stairs to head up to her room, while I slipped out through the side door of the living room. Our tub was part of a two level deck that Dad had built himself over three years; a wood and concrete affair that had a lounge area, a table with some chairs under a wide umbrella and the smaller, lower deck that housed the six person spa tub. It was a simple thing to check the water and make sure the pump and jets were functional, as well as to check for a good supply of towels in one of the nearby bench seats nearby (hey, our parents drummed it into our heads to always be prepared!). I finished up and dashed back inside, heading up to my room to quickly change out of my party clothes and slip into a pair of short, board-style black trunks and a cotton robe. Heading back outside, I paused in the hall to knock lightly on Dee's bedroom door. "Hey, Dee, the tub's all set. You comin'?" "Be out in a minute, 'kay?" Dee called out from behind her door. "'Kay," I said. "Meet you downstairs." Heading back down, i padded through the kitchen and scooped out a pair of colas from the fridge. I figure Dee and I had our limit of alcohol during her party, so two glasses of our favorite pop would be refreshing while we soaked. Stepping back out onto the deck, I turned down the exterior lights to leave only the tub lights and a couple of accent lights to illuminate the way. The night was pretty nice outside; hardly any clouds above, and with the sun having set some time ago it was nicely cool, not muggy at all. Perfect tubbing weather! Getting out onto the sunken deck, I quickly checked the temp one last time, before stripping off my robe and getting into the warm water. I had the jets on, making the surface bubble with a gentle rolling motion. I put the pop within easy reach on the side, and eased myself back into a submerged seat with a deep sigh. Oh, yes! I thought. Dee definitely had the right idea. Leaning back against the side, I draped my arms on the padded surface behind my seat, tipping my head back to look up at the evening sky. With a canopy of deep hues and a smattering of stars, just beginning to show through above, it made for a very relaxing atmosphere. I had my head back, my legs floating in the water as I sat there not paying attention, So relaxing, I was practically drifting by the time Dee stepped outside to join me. In fact, I seriously did not expect to hear Dee when she said: "Well, you certainly didn't wait for me, did you?" Opening my eyes, I lifted my head and started to smile at the sound of Dee's voice . . . only my smile stopped halfway when I saw my sister standing there next to the tub. Dee had just slipped off her short, cotton robe, letting it fall to the deck as she stood near the edge of the tub. She had her hair twisted up into a short nest behind her head, leaving her shoulders bare . . . which pretty much summed up the overall view of her body, and it was what she was wearing that got my tongue all tied up in knots! Actually, to be correct, it was what she wasn't wearing -- namely her usual swim wear. Her swimsuit consisted of a pair of high-cut bottoms that rode far up on her curvey hips, making her look like she had the longest legs of any girl I've ever seen. The white fabric was clearly sheer and tight, showing off a rather delicious looking 'camel-toe' effect on her crotch. Her chest was covered by a tube-top affair made of the same material, stretched so tight across her boobs, it left nothing to the imagination. Granted I'd never seen Dee's tits outside of the shirts and tops she usually wore, but tonight I was getting a grand view, as that tube top showed them and her cleavage off to perfection. Each globe of flesh looked round, soft-yet-firm and very squeezable; each boob about the size a regulation softball. My Sister Dee With her peaches-and-cream complexion, under the outside lighting, she looked like a miniature goddess. I'm pretty sure my jaw made a splash when it dropped down and hit the water beneath my chest. With a soft smile, Dee bit her lip briefly before she put her hands behind her back; making her boobs stick out as she slowly twisted from side to side. "Um, well . . . aren't you going to say something, Gus?" Sucking in a deep breath, I tried to talk. If only to tell Dee she should put on a more-modest suit or any number of things that a responsible big brother should have said. Heaven help me, but the only thing I could push past my lips was one word: a low, drawn-out "Wow!" With a giggle, Dee brought her hands back out and turned around on her toes. "I usually don't wear a suit like this, but . . . well, it's just us together, so there's no harm, right?" She presented me with a view of her bottom; a bouncy, luscious looking peach of a backside that I could've lobbed a quarter off of. I could've even bounced a stone-hard dick off of those round globes . . . just like the one that had popped up in my trunks. Oh shit! Right then, I was glad I had turned on the water jets, as the frothy water was more than enough to hide my turgid dick below the waterline. Finishing her turn, Dee grinned at me and my silence. "I'll consider your lack of speech as an affirmative that you approve of it, then." Shaking my head, I blinked as I struggled to get what was left of my hormone-addled wits back in gear. "Geez, Dee . . . fuck! Where did you get that outfit from!?" "What this?" Dee asked, her face a mix of amusement and feigned innocence. "Oh, I picked it up on a shopping trip a week ago. Something just for me to wear around the house." I couldn't help but purse my lips and whistle low. "Um . . . well, it's . . . ah, it's a good fit for you, sis." Oh hell, that sounded really bright, Chum! I told myself. Dee just smiled. "Well, I don't plan on wearing it on a public beach, that's for sure." She scooted up to the edge of the tub and hopped up to sit on the padded side. "I mean, I think Mom and Dad would have kittens if they saw me like this." "Oh, yeah," I said softly, more to myself than for Dee to hear. Oh, right . . . better hope the parents don't see you in it! I thought. Swinging her legs over the side, Dee dipped them into the water -- hissing softly as the warm water made contact. Pausing, she got used to it before she slid the rest of the way in; finding a perch on another underwater seat across from me. Submerged up to her breasts, she sighed and leaned back; letting the warm water swirl around her. "Oh, yesss, that's just perfect!" Moving to drape her arms over the edge, she looked at me and said, "Thanks for joining me, Gus . . . you don't know how much that means to me." Oh, believe me, I thought. You don't know what it means for me! I tried not to show it, but the tightness in my trunks was making it very uncomfortable to just sit there. Moving as carefully as I could -- making it seem like I was just stretching out under the water -- I adjusted my rock-hard prick through the wet fabric. For several minutes, all we did was just lay back, relax and let the bubbling water work its magic on us. It was a bit of a shock then, when I felt one of Dee's feet brush up against one of my calves. I started to jerk my leg back, but Dee's comment stopped me cold: "Mm, think this is going to be good for both of us. My legs are killing me after all the standing and running around for the party today. Bet your's are too, eh?" I simply shrugged, hoping I didn't sound too off as I said, "Y-yeah, I guess . . . though, you were doing most of the hosting duties, sis." Dee chuckled. "Someone had to, but now I'm glad it's all over." She brushed my leg again, before moving to put both of her feet in my lap. "Rub my legs for me, Gus? I could use a good massage after tonight's activities." Well, who am I to refuse my baby sis? Placing both hands on her left leg, I slowly started working the taught flesh over with my fingers and palms. Gripping with just enough force, I kneaded her leg from the ankle on up over her knee. "Ohhh, that's nice!" Dee closed her eyes, slipping down lower in the tub to offer more of her leg to my touch. Dropping her arms down into the frothy water, all that I could see of her was her head, neck and the bare tops of her shoulders. With a grin, I switched over to her other leg and repeated my massaging action. Dee's legs felt fantastic under my touch; firm with great tone, but with skin so silky they were pure heaven to touch. God, I could get lost in doing this, all, night, long. In fact, I was almost prepared to do just that. Switching back and forth between each leg, I soon had Dee sighing in contentment, practically ready to slip down underneath the bubbling water completely, she was so relaxed. When I had to stop to give my hands a rest -- they were starting to ache, after all -- Dee let out a soft mew of protest. "Mmmm, don't stop, please?" "Dee, c'mon! I'm only human," I said, flexing my fingers and massaging my palms. "Mmmm, I'll say you're more than that, bro," Dee murmured. She opened her eyes and grinned, shifting a bit under the water as she giggled. I figured she was just shifting on her seat to get comfortable. "What, you think I'm more than human?" I asked her. I'd returned my hands to her legs, just stroking them softly and not bothering to resume my massage. Dee wriggled then she laughed softly as she said, "Oh, I'd say you're definitely more than human, Gus." Her one foot slipped up along my thigh until it was back in my lap . . . coming to rest right over my dick! "Oh, yeah, definitely more, bro." Dee murmured. The contact of her soft foot on my stone-hard prick through my trunks was like dropping a lamp in bathwater; shocking, but damn-near electric to boot. Fuck! I nearly jumped clean out of the water, for fear of what she must be really thinking. I started to back up onto the edge, apologizing like crazy. "Shit! Dee! Oh, God, I'm sorry about that, I--!" "Gus, wait," Dee said. Before I could get out of the tub, she'd pulled her legs back and moved towards me; her body submerged under the bubbles as she pressed her hands down on my legs to pin me to my seat. "Please don't get upset, okay?" Don't get upset!? Don't get upset, she says! "Dee, I didn't mean . . . hell! I shouldn't be like this, not around you," I said, trying to get control of my emotions. "Gus, look I'm not mad at you for, well, you know." Dee looked down for a moment, licking her lip for a moment before she said, "Listen, I know why you're all worked up tonight, and I have to admit that . . . I know I'm to blame for it." Gazing back up into my face -- which was filled with utter shock at her words -- Dee said, "I, um, kinda noticed how you've been, checking me out, during the party." I groaned softly, dropping my face into my hands. Fuck! I was screwed now. How did she notice me looking at her? I asked myself. Before I could say anything, I felt Dee reach in between my fingers to take my chin, lifting my head up to keep my face turned towards her. "Gus, you don't have to blame yourself. I mean, you weren't exactly acting at all like Sam, and he was pretty much drooling over me all night, too." I shook my head. "Yeah, but that's Sam for you. He's always a horn dog! What does that say about me?" I asked her. "I mean, awww, fuck! I'm not supposed to be looking after you, not looking at you like, um . . . like that." Dee was in front of me; her body bobbing in the water, while she braced both hands on my thighs. This close, I could see the flush of color in her cheeks, and the glimmer in her eyes as she seemed to be searching mine for . . . something. What, I couldn't say. Then, with a sigh, she moved back to the other side of the tub. "Gus, you don't have to be embarrassed, 'kay? It was, well . . . flattering, that you couldn't keep your eyes off of me all night. And before you go beating yourself up for getting caught? Don't you dare. I actually liked that you were checking me out." Blinking, I almost couldn't talk, but I managed somehow. "Y-you . . . you thought that it was okay, for me to be watching you like that?" I sounded like the world's biggest dope right then. Deanna nodded, her cheeks seeming to grow darker but she just shrugged, her wet shoulders popping up out of the water as she gave me a fond look before saying, "Sometimes a girl just knows when she's attractive to a guy, Maybe because you're my brother, I . . . well, I just twigged it a lot sooner, that if it was just some other guy on the street." She gave me a sly look that wasn't typical of a younger sibling. "In fact, I thought it was really, kinda hot, just thinking about it." That made me blush! Cripes! "But, I'm your brother, Dee! I shouldn't be thinking of you like that!" Dee arched one eyebrow, but she kept smiling. "Like, what?" "Well, like . . . like you're . . . ." Swallowing, I just couldn't stop myself from saying the words: "Like you're a sweet girl who looks so hot, sexy and . . . and . . . fuckable." I said that last word in a whisper, barely getting it out past my lips. In the silence that followed, I tried to come up with something, anything to say to Dee to tell her how sorry I was -- thinking she was going to tell our parents what I said and get me into the worst trouble I'd ever been in my life. Dee suddenly laughed, breaking the tension that I felt had started to build. "Well, duh, I figured that much." She scooted close to me again, and patted my cheek, adding in an undertone, "You dork, you're really worked up over this, aren't you?" Her mirth died down as she looked back at me with a more serious mien. "Look, Gus, you've always been honest with me. So, let me tell you the truth . . . the fact that you, my own brother, found me so attractive that you couldn't keep your eyes off of me, isn't a bad thing. In fact, I've never felt more sexy than I ever did before tonight, under your eyes, bro." Looking back at her, I just couldn't believe what I was hearing, "Then, you aren't mad at me?" Dee smiled softly. "Do I look mad?" I shook my head. "Geez, I . . . I just don't believe it. I mean . . . wow." "Believe it, Gus." With a slight shiver, Dee continued to float there in the tub in front of me, while she seemed to be tipping a set of scales in her head; weighed some unsaid options in her head. It's a look that I recognized anywhere. Then, without preamble, Dee said, "So, knowing how that makes me feel -- and how you feel about me -- I guess, there's just one thing to do . . . ." It was then that Dee started to stand up from the bubbling water . . . and that's when I got the biggest shock of the night! As the her body rose through the froth, it was revealed -- inch by inch that Dee was now completely naked! A part of me that could still reason, figured that she must've slipped off her swim top and bottoms while still under water, at some point while she was wringing my confession out of me. However, the majority of my brain was focused on the rising, wet nyad that was my baby sister; now standing completely upright, with just her legs from the knees on down submerged in the tub. God! If I thought Dee was a fox while she still wore clothes . . . fuck! Naked and wet, she was a virtual goddess reborn! Glistening from the water cascading down her arms, legs and body, she took my breath away. Her breasts were proud and round, each almost like a softball-sphere each and capped with a pink nipple that was like an pencil eraser. Her tummy and hips were firm with just the right amount of softness that made me want to bury my face in the sweet flesh and nuzzle it. To cap it all, her crotch was just perfection; a cleft, forming that ever important 'camel-toe' with her labia, while so tight together you could just make out the nubbin of her clit peeking out from its hood. The skin over her whole pussy was nearly clean as a baby's bottom. Only a light dusting of fine brown hairs -- made visible by the water clinging to her skin -- gave her apex any sign of being anything but a little girl's mound. I'm pretty sure that it was a wonder I didn't drown myself, as my jaw had to be dragging the bottom of the tub as I sat there staring at my baby sister's bare body. More than that, I was so turned on that my cock was practically threatening to split down the middle, it was so hard. Dee gave another one of her soft giggles, seeing how her nude body was affecting me. With a slow turn, she rotated around to give me a full view of her naked back and bottom; her cheeks tight like i said before, but now looking so much like a peach, I couldn't stop my mouth from watering. "Oooh, fuck!" I muttered, so awestruck by the sight of her. "Guess I look pretty good like this, huh?" Dee asked me, looking over her shoulder at me with an expression that could only be called 'smouldering. "Aw, Dee . . . You--?" I cut myself off, before swallowing past the tightness in my throat, so I could answer her. "Dee, you look . . . absolutely fuckable!" With a laugh-tinged sigh, Dee turned back around to face me. "Oh really?" She slipped back, parking her round backside on the side of the tub, before she shifted to brace her arms behind her on the edge. In a move that was surely calculated to get my already pounding heart rate firing like a trip hammer, Dee bent her legs and raised them up, propping her feet against the top of the headrest beneath her. She let her knees swing out, exposing all of her naked pussy to me. "Absolutely, fuckable, Gus?" All I could do was nod. With a slow smile that was equal-parts shy and licentious, Dee looked at me from under half-lidded eyes. "Then . . . don't you think you should fuck me, Gus?" That startled me more than just anything else I heard from my baby sister all night. Shit! "Dee, you don't really mean--?" "Uh-huh, I do." Dee leaned over, shifting her weight onto one arm as she brought the other one around, dropping her hand down to her sex to caress it softly. With a mew of need, she closed her eyes, relishing the feel of her fingers on her pussy, before opening them to skewer me through with a lust-filled look. "Gus, you and I both know what we want . . . and, we're both adults, and neither of us is taking advantage of the other. So, why not?" My head was wrapped in a haze of lust, love and still some fear -- after all, this could only be a dream! -- that I sat stone-still in the water for several moments. "Dee, are you . . . is this really what you want me to do?" Dee nodded. "Yes, I really do." With a soft laugh, she added, "Do you think I just bare myself to just anyone, like this?" With another shiver as her fingertip danced over her swelling clit, Dee moaned and said, "Please, Gus . . . don't make me beg, 'kay? Please, come over here and make love to me." My body seemed to take over from my mind; rising up and slowly stepping towards Dee. As she watched me approach, Dee giggled lustfully as she flicked her eyes downwards. "Um, Gus? You might wanna lose those trunks, hm?" Dee seemed to join me in blushing, but her eyes were fixed on me as she watched me stand tall in the bubbles and swirls. I think my blush couldn't get any deeper or redder, as I twigged to what she said. Hell, was I really going to go through with this? I asked myself. Was I really going to fuck my sister? Looking at her again, I tugged at the drawstrings and let the wet fabric loosen from around my waist, before pushing my trunks down off of my hips. Crouching to get them off, I rose back up and tossed them to the edge of the hot tub. Naked as she was now, there was no hiding my pecker from her; the seven inches of hard flesh jutting out like the bow of a sailing ship, leading me in as I stepped up in front of her. "Wow . . . someone's definitely excited to see his little sister, hm?" I ducked my head a bit. I figured by then, if I was going to be damned for screwing Dee, better make it worth the whole deal and just go boldly forwards with it. "I could say the same . . . considering these," I said, reaching up with one hand, cupping her boob, I could feel the hard nipple poking my palm as it rubbed against my skin. Gasping softly, Dee arched her back a bit to put more of her tit into contact with me. "Mmm, yes . . . touch me, Gus. Please. I need to feel your hands on me." With that wish conveyed, I lifted my other hand and wrapped it around her other boob, joining its twin as I softly-yet-firmly massaged her chest. I'd been right earlier, presuming that her tits were glorious. The skin felt like satin, and was warm from both her body heat and that of the water in the tub. Going slow -- because I certainly didn't want this to end too soon! -- I caressed, rubbed and practically molded her breasts; making her sigh and groan as her passion continued to rise. "Ooh, that's good!" Dee had her eyes half-lidded, watching me as I stared down at her boobs. "Mmm, you touch me so nice." I couldn't help but give her a weak grin. If she thought this was good--? Wordlessly, I lowered my body down, so that I was eye-level with her chest. Dipping towards her round breasts, I inched my face towards her left one and stuck out my tongue. Pressing the wet muscle to her skin, I could taste the lingering flavor of the water, over the top of her own unique taste as I dragged it over her skin. Dee let out a sharp gasp, but she didn't push me away as I licked her tit. "Mmm! Yes, oh . . . yes, keep doing that, Gus." Pulling back, I looked up at her and smiled. I then danced my tongue all over her boob, circling closer until I came to her hard nipple. With a swipe, I laved the stone-hard nubbin, relishing the cry of desire bursting from Dee's mouth, before I latched onto that nipple with lips and teeth. Worrying it back and forth, I just added to the clear signs of electric fire that was being generated in Dee's body. My hands weren't idle while I worshipped her tits. I had both of them skimming over her pixie-curves; relishing the slick-contrast of wet skin as I tried to memorize every single curve and contour of her. For her part, Dee had one hand behind my head, fingers snaked into my hair to hold me to her chest, while the other skirted over what area she could touch on my shoulders and back. Eventually, I left her boobs and licked and sucked my way up to her collarbone and then to her neck. Seems Dee's got a hot-spot there, because it took only the lightest of touches to make her start to tremble and coo. "Aaah, God!" Dee's voice was breathy, shallow and deep. "Gus, yes . . . mmmm, love me, bro! Make love to me, just like that!" Since my mouth was occupied, I let Dee know that I was more than willing to comply; pulling her tight into the circle of my arms as I scooted closer to her. With the last inches of space now gone from between us, I was practically on my knees in the hot-tub seat; right between the fork of Dee's thighs. Our bodies were pressed against each other, with my cock now rubbing up against her soft legs and lower belly, feeling the sparks as she wriggled and squirmed under my touch. Soon, my nibbles and sucks had worked me back around, so that our faces were now in front of each other. Pausing, I stared into Dee's eyes. They were dark, green pools of passion and Eros, mixed in with a little awe as she stared back. I dropped my gaze just an inch, seeing her plump lips, almost as if for the first time. God! How did I ever go this long without seeing how beautiful Dee really is? I thought. Dee must've mistook my sudden inactivity as me coming to my senses -- in the negative way. She started to talk, but that's when I darted my face towards her, softly touching my lips to hers. It was only a brief kiss. No tongue. No slobbering. Yet, I think we both singed ourselves from the spark of pure heat that one, brief contact generated. My Sister Dee "Fuck!" Dee whispered, her eyes now wide as Double-Eagles. "What?" I asked. "Didn't you like that?" Dee shook her head slowly. "No . . . I loved it. Do it again!" She didn't wait for me, wrapping her arms up around my shoulders, her hands clutching the back of my head to pull me into her. Both our lips touched again, only this time we weren't going to stop after one second. The kiss lingered, grew and became practically the center of our Universe! I'm pretty sure not even the arrival of our parents would've made us stop. Panting, Dee backed off to moan, "Jee-zus, Gus . . . oh, I love how you kiss!" "Ditto," I mumbled, pulling her back as I parted my lips to let my tongue rejoin the fun. Dee was clearly waiting for that, as she poked her own out to play. Soon, we were French-kissing like we would devour each other whole; wrapping up each other in a clinch that nearly toppled the two of us over the side of the tub. We frenched like the whole act was going out of style, practically sucking each other's face off for what felt like . . . well, forever, until Dee pulled back and looked at me with another of her smouldering looks. Cupping both hands over my cheeks, she said with a husky whisper, "Gus, I don't want to wait . . . please? If you don't fuck me soon--?" "Well, considering it's still your birthday," I murmured playfully, earning a soft slap on my shoulder as she giggled. "I . . . don't think we'd better do this with you on the edge like that," I said, stepping back and tugging on her body to make her slip back down into the tub again. Moving back, I turned her around so that we were practically in a standing-spoon position in the center of the tub. From behind her, I slipped my hands over her wet flesh, smoothing over her curves and leaving trails of sparks along every inch. "Mmm, I think this is . . . a good start," Dee murmured. Her arms lifted and curled back around, looping over my neck to pull me in closer. "Well, if you like how this starts . . . ." I dipped my head down, kissing her shoulder softly as I trailed up towards her neck and ears. With a shiver, Dee cooed, "Oh, you think I'll like the ending?" I chuckled. "Nah, 'cause you're gonna love it, lil' sister." Letting go of her for a moment, I pressed down on her upper back, making her bend over. Dee got the hint, and leaned all the way to prop her hands on the side of the tub. "Mmm, it's looking good so far, Gus," she said, looking back over her shoulder with a smoky look. Tipping herself up, she made her back arch just enough to allow me a view of her glistening pussy lips -- which were peeking from between her thighs. Saddling up close behind her, I sighed as I felt my cock nestle between her firm cheeks of her bottom. Dropping my hands to her hips, I held her lower body still as I slicked my hard prick in the crevice between those baby-soft cheeks. "Ooh," I moaned. "That does feels good, Gus," Dee said, sighing with delight. Her eyes closed, as she added to the sweet friction by rocking her hips slightly. Cupping her hips, I leaned over to place a kiss at the nape of her neck. "Think this is going to feel even better, Dee," I murmured. Bending my knees a bit, I tipped my lower body, bringing my cock down along the crease until it slipped up underneath her; the long shaft slapping wetly against her labia. I felt the soft jerk her body made from the contact of our intimate flesh, just before she seemed to melt back into me. Taking that as my cue, I started to reach down to put my cock into place . . . but Dee had me beat, as I felt her slim fingers appear down between her legs and grasp me. Oh . . . hell! The heat I felt racing through my dick seemed to double as she held me firm. Without missing a beat, she had the head of my cock placed between her wet pussy lips. I was barely inside her, but the clutch of her flesh around my dick head was almost too much for me to bear. Fuck! If it was this good . . . I was surely going to die from bliss when we actually started fucking. "Mmmm . . . are you ready, Gus?" Dee said softly. I looked down, following the line of her spine, before seeing that she was looking at me over her shoulder once more. Her eyes were bright, for all they were staring back at me with a half-lidded, smoldering look. She gave her hips the slightest shake, smiling at the shiver that raced down my body. "Ready to fuck your sister?" I decided it was well-past time for words, at that point. Gripping her waist, I put some weight behind my hips and slowly, steadily thrust forwards into her wet pussy. Dee's eyes popped open wide, then her jaw dropped, sucking in a sharp, hot breath as she felt the first couple of inches invade her body. Her eyes then slowly closed as she let out a hissing sigh as the rest of my seven, cut inches filled in steadily behind them. She dropped her head and groaned, just as the tip of my dick made contact with the surface of her cervix. For myself, I was surely going to either die from the shock or the complete bliss I felt as my groin came in contact with hers; my prick now socketed fully inside her pussy. I wasn't a virgin by any stretch . . . but, God! I felt like we both were re-inventing our 'first' all over again. Dee's quim felt like silk, wrapping in a tight sheath around my column of flesh. It was hot, slick and tight like a fist! Groaning, I flexed my hips to get the full measure of being inside my sister. "Oh, hell, Dee! You feel . . . mmm, so damn good!" Dee shuddered and answered me with a satisfied moan of her own. "Ooo, you're a perfect fit inside me, Gus," she said. To emphasize her words, she did something deep inside that made her pussy clench around me. Hissing, I nearly jerked myself out of her grasp . . . though as tight as she was around me, that would've been next to impossible at that point. "Fuck, Dee!" With a chuckle, Dee murmured, "That's the . . . hmmm! That's the idea, my sweet, darling brother." She widened her stance, bracing herself against the side of the tub. "Please, don't make me beg . . . fuck me, now, please!" So ordered, what more could I do but comply, hm? Moving slowly at first, I started to pump my prick in between her cunt lips; the sweet friction between us causing waves of bliss to race up my body and burst like firecrackers in my head. Shit! I never expected to feel what I was feeling as we fucked . . . it was unlike any feeling I'd ever felt before, and that's saying a lot. Adding to this was the other plethora of sensations: the feeling of Dee's wet skin under my fingertips. The scent of her stirred-up pussy, wafting up to my nose and mingling with the other smells of the night air around us. The sound of the gurgling water in the tub, mixing with Dee's pleasurable sounds -- her sighs, grunts and gasps -- making a chorus that only lent to the sensual experience we were both having. "Mmm-ooh!" Dee arched her back, making the angle of my penetrations rub against the top of her pussy-channel. This bumped against something -- a rough patch I could feel against the ridge of my cock head -- that made her voice climb in pitch and her breath hitch behind her ribs. "Fuck! Yes . . . mm, keep doing that, Gus!" By now, I was steadily increasing the speed and power of my thrusting, feeling the sparks of pleasure climb higher and higher with every passing moment. "God, Dee . . . you feel so good!" "I know," Dee trilled a giggle as she shook her hips in a small circle; stirring her quim around me. "You're fucking me so, so nice . . . damn it, why didn't we do this before?" I leaned down across her back, bowing my legs to keep up the angle in her cunt. "Mmm, dunno . . . but, if this gets any better I don't think I'll want to stop making love to you, little sister!" "Ah, God, you'll get . . . mmmph! No argument from me, big brother!" Wrapping my arms around her body, I stroked my hands along her tummy, moving up until I had both of her round tits cupped in my palms. Feeling her aroused nipples drilling into them, I rubbed and squeezed them, before plucking at each stone-hard pebble of flesh. "Ooo, do that again, Gus!" Dee whined. "I love it when you do that!" With a chuckle, I pinched both nipples again before I soothed them with loving touches. "God, Dee. I love your tits," I sighed, leaning in to place my face near her neck. With a shiver, Dee murmured, "You just love my tits, eh?" Breathing warm air into the shell of her ear, I said, "Well . . . the rest of you is just as hot, little sister." With a coo, Dee rocked her hips from side to side. "There's parts of you that's just as hot . . . and hard, brother." Turning her face towards me, Dee looked at me with love in her eyes, before she asked softly, "Kiss me again?" "Gladly," I said, before capturing her pouty lips with mine. We kissed long and lovingly, all while continuing to rock against one another, fucking away under the stars in that simmering hot tub. It was bliss and something I think neither of us wanted to end . . . but, with every passing second, our passions were climbing higher and higher. Dee's pussy was rippling up and down my cock, which was full to bursting as my own orgasm was fast approaching. "Dee," I said, "I don't . . . think I can . . . last much longer!" Panting, Dee replied, "Don't fight it . . . mmm, just let it go! I'm . . . almost ready to pop, too." So encouraged, I started to double my efforts, feeling Dee's pussy nearly scrape the skin off my cock because it was so tight around me. "Oh, fuck . . . Dee, I'm gonna . . . hmmm, gonna cum!" With a high squeak, Dee's arms straightened out, making her body slap wetly against my chest as she braced against my hot and heavy fucking. "Yes! Ooo, me toooo! Come on, Gus . . . do it. Cum for me!" I was seconds away from 'getting my cookies' . .. when a sudden thought flicked across my lust-addled brain. I'm going to cum in Dee's pussy! Her hot, wet . . . shit! Unprotected pussy! "Oh, hell . . . Dee! I can't . . . gotta pull out--!" "No!" Dee's voice barked. One or her hands arced backwards and slapped against my side; her fingers curling into claws to hold me in place. "Don't pull out, Gus! It's . . . it's okay!" Gasping, I tried to hold myself back as my body was torn between my impending release and the ingrained reaction to not spray my seed into my sister's pussy, "But, Dee--?" I swallowed thickly. "Are you . . . on protection?" Grinding back into me, Dee hissed as she clasped me tight inside her cunt. "It's okay, I want you to cum inside me!" She turned and lifted her hand to cup my face, staring into my eyes with such a fiery passion I nearly couldn't stand it. "Do it, brother. Cum inside me! Squirt your fuck-milk into me . . . please!" With that last, gasped word, Dee pulled my face to hers and swamped my lips with an open, passionate kiss. By then, I was unable to mount any sort of protest or even forestall the inevitable. Pitching my hips up, I drove my hard cock deep into my sister and locked my arms tight around her heaving body. With a groan that vibrated deep in my chest, I let the wave of orgasm overwhelm me and carry over into a deep abyss of bliss. With a lurch, I felt my dick flex as spurt after spurt of hot sperm flew from the tip deep inside Dee's pussy. Dee, for her part was shuddering and whimpering as her own climax swept down from the heights and consumed her completely. Prying her lips away from mine, she panted hotly as she gasped, "Oh FUCK! Gus!" She then let out a cry of pure passion as another wave of orgasm made her body lock tight. Together, we rode out our mutual cums, feeling wave after wave or pleasure build and ebb . . . until at last the final ripples of our explosions echoed through our bodies. Robbing us of our strength, it was no small wonder that we didn't sink to the bottom of the hot tub. As it stands, I was able to move us back over to the seat before my legs gave out; pulling Dee back with me, where she settled her weak and limp body into my naked lap. Panting, trying to get my runaway heart and breathing back under control, I wrapped my arms around Dee and hugged her to my chest. "Sweet . . . God!" Dee dropped her head back against my shoulder, her own sigh of contentment rippling through her as she threaded her arms around mine. "Mmm, ooh, Gus. That . .. was, wonderful," she said. "You were wonderful!" Humming with satisfaction, I nuzzled my face into Dee's hair. "Nah . . . you are wonderful, little sister." Feeling her body next to mine, I couldn't help the swelling feeling of lust and -- yes -- love for her that bubbled up from inside me. "God, I can't believe we--!" Swallowing, I cut off my words as I hugged Dee closer. "Dee, I . . . geez!" With a soft laugh, Dee murmured, "Made you speechless, eh?" "Oh, more or less!" I sighed, my thoughts whirling. I can't believe I just fucked my baby sister! And for the life of me . . . I couldn't help thinking that it had been the hottest, most-satisfying fuck, ever. "Mmmm, I guess there's really no need for words, big brother," Dee said. Shifting, she turned around to face me, settling down so her legs were straddling my lap as she draped herself against me. Her round breasts crushed against my chest, I could feel her deep breath as she wrapped her arms around my neck. "Thank you, Gus." I arched one eyebrow. "Thank you . . . for what?" "For fucking me, what else for?" Dee's smile was slow and easy, and full of love as she ran her fingers through my hair. "You don't know how much I wanted to have you do that . . . truth is, I've always thought you and I would make such sweet love together." "Oh, you have," I said. Geez, she's wanted this for how long? I thought. "Since when?" Dee leaned up to nuzzle the tip of her nose against mine. "Oh, since I first saw you checking me out, at the party." Seeing the shock in my face, she said, "Actually, there's a bit more to this that just noticing you, noticing me at the party tonight . . . but, I don't want to talk about it, right now." She pulled me closer, tipping her head so she could place a sweet kiss on my lips. "For now, can you just . . . hold me, like you'd do if . . . ." "If, if what, Dee?" I asked. Shyly, Dee said, "If I was your girlfriend?" She stared into my eyes, and for the umpteenth time that night, I just knew I couldn't refuse her. Holding her like I'd never let go, I kissed her back and said, "Just try to get me to stop, Dee." With a contented sound, Dee settled into me. "Mmmm, thank you, big brother. I . . . I love you." Resting my head on hers, I rubbed my cheek against her hair and sighed. "Love you too, lil' sis." Time would only tell the truth behind this whole encounter . . . but, for now, all that mattered was holding my naked little sister, while the hot tub gurgled around us and the night sky twinkled with a dusting of starlight overhead. THE END (for now!) My Sister Dogging I can't wait to tell you what happened last night. My wife was feeling really horny when she got home from work last night and said that she fancied getting finger fucked by a load of total strangers while she wanks them off over her face. We have done this several times before and when we get home she makes me lie on the floor while she sits on my face in her very sticky panties and rubs her wet cunt over my face. All the while describing to me in detail how total strangers fingers she had inside her sloppy pussy fingering her to orgasm and making her panties soaking with her cum. Telling me in detail how she loved to wank them off or even sucking the odd cock and letting them cum in her mouth. She loved to be a dirty whore in front of me. So as we pulled into the darkened carpark she sounded a bit deflated as there was another car already there three guys grouped around the front of it obviously surrounding a women who was leaning against the bonnet with her legs spread. It was very dark and only lit by the mobile phones videoing the situation. I said to my wife can we go and watch for a while she said that it would turn her on to watch me wanking over another women while she stood next to me. So over we went. The women was wearing a black lace Basque with black lace panties, stockings and suspenders with black high heels. She was a little on the plump size long hair and huge breasts that were being fondled, I couldn't really see her face She was rubbing her pussy through her panties with her right hand and wanking off a cock with another. There was an older guy getting his cocked sucked by her. The scene in front of me made me very hard I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hard cock and slowly started to wank myself. One of the guys shot his load into the women's mouth and immediately made a hasty retreat. The guy she was wanking was not far behind her he shot his load over her massive tits to her obvious delight. He then left as well. She beckoned me forward so she could get a better look at my cock. As I did my wife let out an OMG NO in my ear. She stopped me and whispered in my ear that the dirty slut in front of us was indeed my older sister Julia!! I nearly passed out to think that I was wanking myself off over my own older sister with my wife standing by the side of me watching. My sister leaned forward and grabbed hold of my very hard cock and pulled me towards her. Slowly wanking my cock "You have a lovely big cock I would love to suck on it" She was rubbing her cunt through her panties "Your cock is making my cunt very wet, let me suck you." I could not believe my own sister was asking to suck her younger brothers very hard cock. I look towards my wife and in the dark could just make out her nodding. I could not believe this. I was so turned on I took a step forward and Julia opened her mouth and took the end of my cock just inside and drooled all over it, then she bobbed her head down and deep throated me sucking hard on my engorged cock. I instinctively held my left hand out and started to play with her huge tits her nipples were massive and very erect. "mmmmmmm play with my tits while I finger my hot wet cunt. I remembered back to when we was younger and she masturbated herself off in front of me and my brother. I recalled how I used to watch her getting finger fucked by her boyfriend and steal her soaking wet panties and sniff and lick the sticky cum out of them. Then shoot my load into them and replace them on the floor knowing she would be putting them back on and my spunk would be all over her wet cunt. I could hear her fingers squelching inside herself and asked her how wet her cunt was. "Feel for yourself." She said and pulled her fingers out she held her panties to the side and I immediately put my hand between her legs and slipped two fingers right into my own sisters wet cunt. Right in front of my wife who was busy rubbing herself through her panties. I buried two fingers right up to the knuckle and rasped my fingers against her inner walls and could feel her slime leaking out over my hand. I loved finger fucking my own slut of a sister I wondered what she would do if she realised it was her own brother with his fingers jammed in her wet cunt. I told her she look hot and said to her that she reminded me of my older sister. "Would you like it if I was?" Julie Asked. I told her I thought it was perverted but I liked the idea. She said the very idea of her younger brother finger fucking her was going to make her cum. "You have made me cum into my panties they are absolutely saturated." "I bet they smell nice. I said. "Try it if you want, tell me how good I smell." I knelt down in front of my sister and put my face almost in contact with her pussy, I could feel the heat and the smell of sex was very pungent. I took a deep sniff and told her I loved the smell of her cunt through he knickers. Sweaty and cummy, used and hot. The best smell. I told her I used to sniff my older sisters dirty panties and wank off almost every day. I told her I loved to lick her panties tasting her wet cunt and smelling her dirty musky scent. "I like you pretending i'm your sister its making me even wetter. Sniff my dirty panties." "I know my own younger brother used to steal my dirty panties and sniff them while I was in the shower. I even cum in them a couple of times just before so he could really taste me." "I masturbated myself while watching him as well." As she was telling me this I wanted to fulfil one of my ambitions and that was to lick my sisters cunt to slip my tongue right inside her and then suck on her clit until she cums in my mouth. I pulled her panties to the side and pushed my face right into her cunt lapping at all her wet juices. "Keep that up and I will cum in your mouth," Julie Said. I did as I was told and eagerly tongue fucked her. I didn't realise my wife had got in on the act and a stranger was finger fucking her from behind making her moan in ecstasy. She asked my sister if she would you of let her own brother finger fuck her. "Yes she would." she said. "It has been a fantasy of mine to be finger fucked and then licked out by my younger brother, I always wanted to catch him sniffing my dirty panties and wanking and then force him to pleasure me for my silence." "Picture your brothers face between your legs now licking at your cunt. Cum over your brothers face." With that she screamed in ecstasy and grabbed hold of my face thrust it right into her wet crotch totally coating me in her womanly goo. I eagerly licked and swallowed her juices. I looked up at my wife's crotch and my sister had two fingers embedded deeply in cunt roughly finger fucking her. When my wife came she pulled my sisters fingers out and put them in her mouth. "Pretend it is your sisters pussy that you are tasting." I asked Julie for her soaking wet panties and she took them off telling me to enjoy eating her cunt juice out of them. She then slipped her tongue into my mouth and whispered in my ear. "I wish my own brother would fuck me and cum inside me." I quickly slipped three fingers deep inside her cunt and told her "he has always wanted to fuck you." I took my cum covered fingers from my sisters cunt and offered them to my wife to lick. "Try this tasty cum Fran." "That's my sisters name," My Sister said. I then slipped two fingers into my wife's cunt and then slipped the cum coated fingers into my sisters mouth letting her taste my wife. "I think my husband wants to cum in his big sisters cunt, do you want your own brother to fuck you?" "I want his lovely cock in me." I got between her legs and with one thrust was all the way inside her. It only took a few thrusts and I shot my load into my own sisters cunt. It was one of the best orgasms I have ever had. Julia told me she will be there the same time next week. I can't wait...