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My Sister

By: britster



Author's note: This is a remembrance of my first encounter with my sister. For those who get repulsed by the idea, please don't read it. I do not want any of your rantings. For those who believe that love happens wherever you may find it, please read and let me know your thoughts. My sister was tragically killed in a car accident last year; there is not a day that goes by that I don't miss her.

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I guess we all have different heroes when we are growing up. My biggest hero was my older sister. She had been a fairly normal high school girl until shortly after graduation. That's when our family's whole world changed. That's when my sister was almost murdered. She'd been at a club with some friends, dancing and celebrating graduation. They were all looking forward to the start of college in the fall. As a part of that celebratory atmosphere, they were not as discrete as they normally were. They were openly kissing each other. Girls kissing one another in public was not a common sight in this sleepy Southern town, so it attracted attention – the wrong kind of attention. 

When my sister went to leave the club, she was taken from the parking lot by a twisted pervert. The litany of things he did to her is mind boggling, ranging from rape to mutilation. He broke most of her fingers and her arms and legs, smashed ribs, broke her jaw. He cut her with a large kitchen knife in various places. There was object rape and other abuses. My sister was no wimp; she had fought back and her screams had apparently aroused the attention of some neighbor who phoned the police. As the police broke down the door to his apartment, the rapist took his knife and slashed it across my sister's throat. One police officer shot him dead and the second began immediate first aid, desperately fighting to keep my sister alive.

What followed that nightmare was over 16 operations to put her back together again. They called in specialists from all over, including a very accomplished plastic surgeon. When they finished, she was beautiful once again – perhaps even better than before. Oh, there were some things that could not be fixed. She lost her uterus due to the object rape with the butcher knife. The final knife slash had destroyed her vocal chords, making her mute. She damn near lost her mind. Two years of intense therapy – and the gentle love of a photographer named Bekka – restored my sister to life.

Bekka and my sister lived in a nice farmhouse outside of town surrounded by woods and fields. I loved staying there whenever I could. As I became more aware of my own body and the strange sensations, I also became very curious about the life style my sister was leading and the strange sounds I would occasionally hear from their room. My curiosity got the better of my sense one night and I tiptoed down the hall to the bathroom next to the master bedroom. 

This bathroom had a door from the hallway and a door that connected to the master bedroom. I quietly slipped in to the bathroom without turning on the light. The connecting door to the bedroom was ajar, and the full moon outside provided enough light to illuminate the scene in front of me. Both my sister and Bekka were naked, their bodies entwined on the bed, kissing and caressing one another. I had never seen anything like this before. When they shifted around and began kissing each other's genitals, I was astonished. Bekka threw her head back and began to moan as my sister licked and touched her. Her guttural cries grew louder and then stopped as her whole body seemed to spasm before my eyes. Without conscious thought, my hand slipped inside my cotton panties and I began to touch myself in emulation of what I had been seeing. I was completely unprepared for the sensations as my fingers brushed the nub at the top of my slit. I was overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure and I fell back against the hallway bathroom door, making it thump closed.

Bekka jumped from the bed and rushed to the door, catching me leaning against the now closed door with my hand still inside my panties. She yelled at me for spying on them and I fled crying to my room, ashamed and mortified at being caught. Whatever would my sister think of me? As I lay sobbing into my pillow, my sister came into the room. She sat upon my bed, pulled me into her arms and just held me until I stopped crying. Her reassuring pats on my back and the obvious love in her arms calmed me more than any words could have. When I tried to apologize, she merely placed her finger against my lips to stop me, shook her head as if to say it wasn't necessary, and smiled at me.

Bekka's reaction was not as understanding or forgiving and her anger eventually broke up the relationship. Bekka moved to Colorado with another girl and Ali was alone in the farmhouse. She would occasionally stay at our parent's house, but that was always strained. My Dad did not accept Ali's life choice for a long time, so there was a wall of silent rejection between them. It was after one of her visits that I found the video tape of her ("The Tape"). It made me recall even clearer the images from that night at her house and my first orgasm.

I continued to visit my sister on alternate weekends. Shortly after my sixteenth birthday, she invited me to stay out at the farm for a month. My parents did not object so I moved in at Ali's place. I should comment that this is an old farmhouse, built around the turn of the century (the last one), and while it had most modern amenities, one thing it lacked was an effective air conditioning system. If you've never been in South Carolina in the summer, let me tell you it can get hot! Even the nights are in the 80's and 90's. Ceiling fans are great for stirring up the air, but it is still very uncomfortable. The answer, of course, is to wear fewer clothes. I was a big fan of running shorts and oversized Tees. I rarely wore a bra – not much to support anyway. Ali also ran about in running shorts and a Tee during the day. After her evening shower, she usually just opted for panties and a clean Tee and that soon became my common evening attire as well.

One evening we were sitting in the upstairs study watching Showtime After Dark – you know the shows I mean, the soft porn they run late on Saturday nights like Red Shoe Diaries or Tales of Women. The episode was about a woman exploring her lesbian tendencies with a mysterious woman in a chance encounter. While the plot line was seriously flawed, the photography was excellent – very tasteful and yet still erotic. Much of the "action" was implied, such as the woman's head moving down out of camera while our heroine writhes in ecstasy from her implied oral stimulation. It reminded me of that night I had watched Ali and Bekka. Since we had never really talked about it, I was hesitant to bring it up now, but I did anyway. I told Ali how the scene reminded me of that night and how watching them had led me to my first self-induced orgasm. Went on to say how mortified I had been when Bekka had caught me and how grateful I was for her understanding and compassion that night.

Using ASL (American Sign Language), Ali told me that I had nothing to be ashamed about. At that age, sexual curiosity was commonplace and that she had actually known I was there. She'd decided to satisfy that curiosity rather than be all stuffy about it. Bekka's anger had been at Ali because she had known I was there and had not told Bekka. She leaned over and hugged me after we spoke about it, as if signifying the conclusion of the topic. We watched the TV in silence, each lost in our thoughts, as the two women on the screen kissed and fondled each other. Ali asked me what I thought of the show and I told her it seemed kind of lame after seeing the real thing, both live and on video. I knew as soon as I said the words that I should not have said them. Ali turned and asked "what video?" with her hands? Now I admitted to having watched the video with her in the submissive role. Ali turned beet red, clearly embarrassed by what I had seen. She signed that she was ashamed that I had seen that; she thought it had been destroyed. She explained that she had been smoking a lot of grass with Bekka one night when Bekka made her dress up like that and then had done all those things to her. It had been just before Bekka had left – a vindictive act of humiliation to make Ali feel bad about herself.

As Ali cried, I moved over closer to her and put my arms around her. I pulled her head onto my shoulder and held her. As she cried, I was never more aware of her body and how it was in contact with my own. I told her what I had done as I had watched the film, especially when she was on the screen. I told her how hot it had made me to see her as a sexual being rather than just as my big sister. Ali pulled her head back to look at my face and I leaned forward and kissed her. It was not a quick kiss, nor was it a light kiss. It was a kiss of desire, I admit it. I could feel her breath catch as a spark shot through us both and I kissed her harder, my arms tightening about her and my tongue brushing against her closed lips. She moved her hands between us as if to push me back but instead they closed upon my breasts. We both groaned in response. I moaned from the increased sexual tension her touch had created. Hers was a moan of surrender to the inevitability of the moment.

Her kiss changed. She parted her lips, sucking my tongue into her mouth, while hr hands kneaded and squeezed my breasts, pinching the rock hard nipples. Her hands moved under the Tee, sliding over my bare flesh, seizing my small breasts, pulling and pinching the nipples. She took over control of the encounter at that point. Her lips moved along my neck and down over my collarbone, pushing the Tee aside util she took my nipple into her mouth. Liquid fire raced through my veins at that moment, pooling in my groin. Every nerve ending felt ultra-sensitive; my whole body enervated a thousand-fold. My fingers clutched her hair, pulling her into tighter contact with my chest. Her teeth lightly scraped my tiny hard nipple, sending sparks through me. I tried to reach her breast but she caught my hand and held it behind me, making me helpless in her grasp.

Ali suddenly sat up and pulled my Tee off of me, baring me to her eyes. She'd seen me naked before but it was not the same as now…now her eyes blazed with lust and desire as she looked at me. Holding both my wrists behind me with one hand, she lowered her head once again to my breasts, suckling my nipples and biting my skin with small nips. Her free hand slowly traveled down my stomach, brushed into my navel, and then over my panties. Her fingers moved over the thin cotton to the damp juncture between my thighs. I opened my legs at her approach; I yearned for her touch. I was not prepared for the actuality; her touch was so much different than my own…more electrifying, more exhilarating. I threw my head back in bliss as she traced the center of my being though the thin cotton briefs. Her fingers hooked the leg opening and suddenly there was no longer any barrier. Her fingers were actually caressing my most intimate flesh. Moving them gently upwards, she soon found and began to rub my clitoris, making it stand even harder than before. I could not hold still, my hips twitched as the sensations mounted within me. 

Ali moved off the couch, kneeling between my open legs. She kissed me deeply as her fingers continued to caress my clit and rub my inner lips. Then she bent her head down, down, down, until her lips closed over my clitoris. The sensation of her lips and tongue were so intense that I screamed aloud, calling her name. Her hands clutched my buttocks as she sucked, licked and nibbled my pussy. My hands, freed of her confining grasp, held her head tighter to me, trying to make the contact ever more intense. I could feel it all building inside me, an overwhelming flood of sensation greater than anything I'd ever known. Ali seemed to sense when I reached the edge; she paused, then clamped her lips tightly about my clit, sucking it hard with pressing it with her teeth in a sharp vise. She slowly pushed one finger into my tight opening, crashing me over the barrier and releasing the pent up explosion. Ali continued to lick me, bringing me through the peak and into a peaceful place behind it.

She moved up beside me on the couch, holding me in her arms. I could taste my juices on her lips when we kissed and it excited me even more. I had to try to make her feel good, too. I pushed myself up from along her side and said "Let me try to please you." I pulled her shirt off and then removed her thong, baring her to my eyes fully. She was so beautiful, the scars from her surgeries faded and cunningly hid. I reached out a tentative hand and explored her upper body. 

Her breasts, fuller than mine, were firm and resilient. Her nipples, swollen with her own passions, were like berries, red and ripe. I traced a fingertip over one, feeling it resist pressure and even swell under my touch. I bent my head and took one in my mouth. Her hand moved along my spine, all the encouragement I needed. I began to lightly suckle and gently bite her nipple as she had done to mine while simultaneously squeezing the other. I switched between her firm orbs, marveling in their feel and taste. I sat myself upright again, this time studying her lower body as avidly as any man would. She had shaved her nether lips, leaving only a sparse tuft above the slit, a tuft so blonde as to be almost white. Her outer lips were swollen with her desire, opening to reveal the pale pink interior lips and slippery surfaces. 

Her clit was red and distended, peeking from under its hood as if begging for attention. I brought my fingertip down even with the vaginal opening and then lightly traced upward along the lips until I brushed that hard nub. Her hips spasmed in response to that brief touch. I spread the outer lips more fully using both hands as I knelt between her knees. I bent my head and lightly ran my tongue slowly up from the center to her clit. Over and over again I traced that path, faster and faster, till I felt her hand on my head guiding my mouth to her clit. As I closed my lips over the hard nub, I slipped a finger inside her and then a second one. 

As I pumped those fingers inside her, I continued to suck and nibble and lick her hard clit. Ali's hips began to churn and her head tossed from side to side. She began to squeeze and pull at her nipples as I continued. I slipped a third finger inside her, filling her. My own excitement was building again, I could feel my juices leaking down my inner thigh as I clamped down on her clit and pushed my fingers deep inside her at the same time. 

Her hips lifted completely off the couch as she climaxed, her juices splashing my face and chest, surprising me. I never knew a woman could spray as she came. I slowly and gently licked her clean and then moved up to kiss her smiling face. We cuddled for a while and then went, hand in hand, into her bedroom, where we slept the night in each other's arms.

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End of part one. Whether there will be a part two depends on the feedback. I answer all feedback except from anonymous cowards who trash and run. 

My Sister



I never knew my father. I doubt my mother knows which of the countless frat boys she fucked in college he is either. When I was 3 she got married to the librarian at my school after he got her pregnant in a closet at a PTA meeting. That’s when Gracie, my half sister and constant pain in my ass came into the picture. At least her dad was pretty cool, he never acted like anything less than a father to me. Sadly, he was killed when a tornado hit the school and wiped out the building the library was in. I was 11 then, and Gracie had just turned 8. Mom, Gracie and I lived almost entirely of off social security checks, Her college education was in Arts and Philosophy, which make great conversation, but looked like a slacker with a scholarship on a résumé. 

Lucky for her and her kids, Mom got a job as a receptionist for a software firm. Not the best job in the world, but it put food on the table, and got us out of the roach infested apartment we were living in. After a few years, one of the higher-ups in the company took notice in her in a lot more than a professional sense. They were married in April, on Gracie’s 15th birthday. This didn’t make much difference to me, besides the fact it meant I’d finally get a bedroom to sleep in and a car to drive when we moved in with him. It didn’t make much difference until his daughter came home from vacationing with her mother.

Sammie looked like a gothic version of one of the Olsen twins. Pale skin, black hair (with a stripe or two of dark red), black clothes, black lips, and a black full-back tattoo in some weird tribal design. The only thing about her that was in color was her ice blue eyes. I had and still have a major fetish for the tattooed and pierced antisocial bitches like that, weather their goth, punk, skater, whatever, I can’t tell the difference in them. So of course, I wanted Sammie the moment I saw her. She saw me as an invasion on her home and didn’t say much the first days other than “Stay out of my room, and if I catch you stealing my panties I’ll castrate you.” Well that didn’t stop me from thinking about fucking her, especially when I jerked off nearly every night before bed. I guess that’s how it started.

Now it wasn’t that I was such a loser the only relief I ever got was from my hand. It was more the fact that since we had to move to Atlanta for my mom to get married, I hadn’t had too much luck with any girls cause I didn’t fit into any of the school’s idiotic little ‘cliques’. One night, during my pre-sleep wank, I guess I moaned Sammie’s name a little too loud, because the door opened and I saw her head poke in just as I shot off into the washcloth I was using. Her icey looking eyes got wide for a split second and she stammered an apology before slamming the door shut. I jumped up, shoving my cock back in my boxers as I rushed to the door. I was gonna go try and explain, but the small chalk board on her bed room door read “KNOCK AND DIE” I had only lived with her about a week, but knew better than to test her. I went back to bed, deciding we’d talk in the morning.

I didn’t see Sammie the next morning. I asked Mom and she said that Sammie was gone when she woke up. Apparently it was common for Sammie to wake up at 3am and drive around the city until school started. After swallowing the breakfast prepared by the cute Puerto Rican maid Josephine, I pulled Gracie out the front door as she was slipping her headphones on to listen one pop slut or another on the way to school. When I go to my car, I opened the door to see Sammie sitting in the front passenger seat. “My car broke down, you’re driving me to school.” she explained and looked up at me. 

I shoved  Gracie in the back seat and tossed my books in after her. Half way to school, nobody had said a word, other than Gracie who was attempting to lip-sync to Brittany Spears, or who the hell ever it was. “Can we talk about last night?” I finally asked.

Sammie glanced at me. “Do you really wanna talk about that with the princess in the back seat?” she asked and threw a long sharp black nailed thumb in Gracie’s direction. I glanced back at her, she was in her own little word, dancing and snapping her fingers with her eyes closed.

“I doubt she’ll notice.” I grumbled, facing front again. We went along in silence for a lil ways more. Until “I just wanted to apologize.” I told my new step-sister.

She turned to look out the window, but I could hear her sigh, and start to bite and suck on the stud she had pierced through her tongue. Finally she looked up at me “Nothing to be sorry about. It’s perfectly natural for a teenage guy to masturbate.” she said “And I’ll just pretend you were fantasizing about some other ‘evil fucking gothic whore’ named Sammie.” she added as I pulled into a parking space.

I sighed and leaned forward to bang my head on the steering wheel as she got out of the car and Gracie quickly followed. I got out and went after Sammie after locking my doors. “I didn’t mean it that way.” I told before we got within earshot of anyone I cared about impressing.

Sammie smiled at me, showing off the fangs she got her mom to pay a dentist to attach to her canines. “Sure ya did.” she said. “And ya know, it makes me love ya even more, brother.” she said and pulled my head down to kiss me on the cheek before going into the school.

I was confused, or possibly missing the joke. Sammie either actually liked me, or really sucked at sarcasm. I watched Gracie run up to her new friends, cheerleaders and wannabe cheerleaders of course, I saw Sammie and her friends, all looking creepy as usual, from the corner of my eye, and decided I’d just go sit in a bathroom stall until the class bell rung. I glanced at the mirror on my way into the bathroom and silently wondered why I was the only one not doing well. I mean I looked decent, I was tall, well built, had nice hair and I dressed well. I shook my head and guessed it was the lack of defining myself. I mean I wore a pair of black jeans with open toes sandals and a logo-less t-shirt whenever it was warm enough. I opened the stall door furthest from the door and sat on the toilet lid and leaned over on my knees. That got uncomfortable quick and I leaned back as I heard someone open the bathroom door.

Heavy footsteps, like combat boots. Great, I thought, one of Sammie’s buddies come to kick my ass for not being smart enough to lock my door when I jerked off. I just sighed and closed my eyes as the boot-falls got closer. Why bother fighting? All I’d do is get suspended and probably arrested and eventually sued. The door to the stall was pushed open and before I could look up to do or say anything, I felt someone jump on my lap and kiss me, shoving their pierced tongue in my mouth. I tried to push them away until my hands fell on a pair of small, yet firm breasts. Hell, it was the first action I’d seen since my mother starting dating, so again, why bother fighting? 

I massaged and groped the titties in front of me as I eagerly sucked the tongue that was thrusting it’s way in and out of my mouth. The girl on my lap moaned and I pulled my head back for a breath and opened my eyes. “Sammie?!” I gasped at my step sister straddling me. Her normally pale face was flushed, and her black lipstick was smudged around her mouth. “What’re you doing?” I asked as she started to lean back down to my face.

She sat up straight with a slightly confused look. “I thought this is what you wanted?” she looked at me, and I had no response, I was dumbfounded. She looked down at her chest, where my hands were still firmly attached to her breasts. She slapped them away “But since I was wrong, I’ll leave you to whatever you were doing.” She got off me and started back towards the door.

I shot after her, grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. Lucky for me her boots added a few inches so I didn’t have to lean down to far to lock lips with her. Just as our tongues started to wrestle, the bell for class wrung. Sammie pushed me off and checked herself quickly in the mirror and wiped her smeared makeup off on the back of her hand. “Lunch?” I asked.

She grinned at me again, and I wondered to myself why she liked showing off those fake fangs. “I don’t eat lunch, but I bet you can get my dad to pick up Gracie after school, and we can get a motel room for a few hours.”  She kissed me on the cheek before walking out the bathroom door reapplying her lipstick. I went to class trying to get it off my face. I called Mom at lunch, and she said that Gracie would be no problem. I made up some bullshit story about a group project that Sammie and I had to stay after school to do. I was the first one out the door at the end of my last class. I was walking as fast as I could despite the erection threatening to burst out of my jeans. 

Sammie was waiting in my car. She had the spooky talent of always being where ever she wanted to be and no body would ever see her get there. “So, You ready to go?”  I asked.

“Just drive before I dry up.” Sammie muttered with a smirk. I knew when not to waste time, so I immediately  left the parking lot, cutting a few people off in the process. I figured they’d understand if thy knew my situation. I knew where a room-by-the-hour motel was close by, I figured the price would be lower if I didn’t buy the hooker this time. “Pleasant.” Sammie sighed as I pushed the door open and heard the distinctive crunch of a cockroach. “It’ll do.” She said and sat on the twin sized bed to remove her knee high thick soled boots. She stopped halfway through unlacing the left one when she saw me watching her. “What? Was it part of you fantasy to fuck me with my boots on? Cause we can do that too.”

I shook my head and blushed. “No! Well... Yeah, once or twice” I admitted. Sammie smiled and told me to undress while she laced her boots back up. Which I did while I watched her. I had noticed that her pants, which were very tight and made of something that looked like stretchy nylon, had two large zippers down each leg. She unzipped them and the pants got looser, and I noticed another pair of zippers under the ones she had already undone. She stood and told me to sit down as she took off her shirt. I couldn’t help but grin as she turned away from me and showed me the beautifully done tattoo on her back. I was all points and twisted barbs, like something evil had possessed a wrought iron gate, then branded Sammie with itself.

She turned back around with her arms crossed over her breasts. Honestly she didn’t have much to conceal, but I felt like I was being denied a view of one of the most glorious pieces of art in creation. She removed one hand to point, but her opposite arm till covered but her nipples completely. “You’re boxers.” she said as she pointed and I thought she was going to start laughing. They were black with little blue hearts. “My favorite colors, but take them off.” She leaned down and started to undo the second set of her zippers. I quickly took off my boxers, not wanting to disappoint the gothic goddess before me. My erection sprang out the second my boxers where out of the way, but Sammie didn’t noticed until she had stood up. “Wow. Nice.” she cooed and licked her lips. I finally got to see her breasts, from the bras I had examined when doing the laundry a week before, she was a 24B, they were lovely, teardrop shaped and her pointy pink nipples faced slightly to each side of her body. I noticed also that her nipples each had a small ring through them. They looked just big enough to grab hold of.

I blushed again. I never considered myself huge, but I never had any complaints from previous girlfriends. Honestly, I think just seeing Sammie’s breasts made my cock harder and larger than I’d ever seen it. “Same to you.” I muttered and licked my lips and stared more at her nipples.

Sammie’s hand were on her hips, I guessed so they could keep her pants even partly on. She removed them as she walked closer to the bed. I wanted to watch them fall, to see if she was wearing anything under them, but my darling stepsister grabbed my face with her hands and pulled my face up to kiss her. She thrust her pierced tongue into my mouth again, and I pushed back on it with my own. I felt her vampire like teeth scrap across my tongue as the tiny barbell in hers hit my molars.

I found out soon enough that she wasn’t wearing panties. Her clean shaven slit rubbed the underside of my cock as she wrapped her legs, still covered halfway in hard leather, around me, still frenching, and pressed her pussy against my cock and it up against my stomach. Her hands had moved from my face to my sides, almost the same place I was holding her. She snaked one of her slim long fingered hands down to my cock, and rubbed it up and down. I suddenly remembered. “I don’t have any condoms” I said, spitting her tongue out of my mouth.

Sammie smiled. “Relax, I can’t get pregnant.” She kissed me again. “I had ovarian cancer a few years ago, they had to remove most of my uterus.” she kissed me again and her grip tightened on my dick. “And I don’t have any STDs, do you?” I quickly shook my head no, silently shouting halleluiah. I hated wearing condoms, they killed the sensation and made my dick hurt after I pulled them off. “Good” Sammie said as she reared up and rubbed my cock against her slit harder.

I gasped as I popped into her. She was tighter than I expected, but delightfully so. I felt like I was slipping my cock into a searing glove of wet velvet. Sammie cooed as she sunk onto me, “Mmm, Jason, this better than I ever imagined.” she rested against me, her head on my shoulder and her pussy slowly throbbing around  my dick. “I’ve wanted you since the wedding. I was scared you were one of those stupid preppy shitheads though.” She started to rotate her hips, twisting her vagina around me. “Hmm... This is nice, I have friends who loves guys like you. Maybe I‘ll introduce you.”

I nearly came then, it was already too much for me to know that Sammie had wanted this as long as I had, and that I was fucking her while she told me so. But to hear she was going to hook me up with some of her friends was almost a sensory overload. I thrust upwards at her, trying to bury myself deeper inside. “Easy there cowboy!” Sammie giggled. She kissed me gently and laid me back on the small bed. She slowly moved her body up and down, riding me and moaning each time I sunk into her. I was groaning, trying to hold back my own orgasm, wanting  Sammie to reach hers first, doing my best to impress her with my stamina. She smiled through one of her moans, and rested her body  on top of my mine, stopping the movement of her hips. “Jason, if you need to cum, just go baby. I don’t mind.” She said

She leaned back up, but before she could begin riding me again, I was letting loose streams of semen inside her. “Oh!” Sammie jumped like she was surprised, and started humping me faster. Despite Sammie’s best efforts, I started to soften before she could reach her own climax.

“I’m sorry.” I sighed. I really was, I wanted her to get more out of this than I did. I hate to appear selfish in bed, especially wit a girl like Sammie. She smiled and shook her head before sliding herself down my body. Her crotch was pressed against my leg, I could feel her rubbing our mixed juices into my skin as she licked down my stomach. She looked up at me just before opening her mouth and sucking up the head of my cock. I gasped again as the barbell in her tongue rubbed my cock roughly as her tongue attempted to revitalize my dick. I laid my head back down, closing my eyes and enjoying what Sammie did to me. I filled my thoughts with her, the possibilities of us, and concentrated on making an erection for her.

I felt myself begin to grow, but Sammie only sucked harder, bobbing her head up and down and fondling my ball sack.  When my shaft was swelled to nearly as big as it had been, she stopped and mounted me again. My eyes snapped back open as her wetness swallowed me again. “I think this time it’s my turn.” Sammie said and started to buck, pumping her own body up and down on my cock. Sammie was moaning and groaning as her pussy throbbed around my cock and her juices were dripping from her cunt and rolling in streams down my legs and ass to make a puddle on the bed. “Oh.. ooh.. Goddanmit!” Sammie screeched  as her first orgasm hit her. She screamed and pounded her body onto mine as her love honey streamed faster from her.

She finally collapsed breathless on top of me. Her pussy was still gripping me rhythmically, and I was still hard. “I want more.” Sammie cooed in my ear. I quickly rolled over and stood up, pulling Sammie to the edge of the bed. She grabbed the pillows off the bed and put them under her ass after I hoisted her waist into the air, level with my cock. I lifted her boots over my shoulders and shoved my dick back into her velvet vice. I pounded into her shaven little pussy relentlessly, her juices were soaking the pillows as they squished past my cock. Sammie had taken hold of the rings in her nipples and was pulling at them as she rocked back and forth from the force of my thrusts. “Oh God, Jason! Call me what to called me last night! Please!” she cried out, looking up at me with her hair sticking to her face.

It took me a second to remember what she meant, but I didn’t stop fucking her while I thought. “You Evil Fucking Gothic Whore.” I grunted. Sammie seemed to like that, and started thrust back at me. “Yeah, you like it don’t you, you Lil Goth Cunt.” I went on, I’d never actually talked like this to a girl, other than when I was jerking off and thinking of them.

“Yes!” Sammie yelled. “I like it Jason! I want more! Please, don’t stop!” She pleaded with me as the bed shook. I fucked my step-sister like a pornstar, calling her disgusting things that half the time didn’t make any sense while I pounded her cunt so hard my balls were slapping against her ass. She started screaming again and I felt her juice spray out and land on my stomach. I’d only seen a girl cum like that that in movies. Sammie’s ejaculation surprised me so much that I start squirting what was left of my cum into her again. 

I nearly collapsed on top of her as her squeezing walls sucked the cum from me. We kissed periodically while we caught our breath. “You said something about your friends?” I commented as she got off the bed, heading towards the tiny bathroom.

“Yeah, I have friends that like to take control of guys, and friends that like to be controlled them.” she told me through the open door just after I heard the toilet seat fall. “If you’re interested in either, I’d be more than happy to introduce you to them for a price.”

I laughed then. “So you’d be my pimp?” I yelled back as she took a piss in what I knew was one of the dirtiest toilets in the county.

Sammie poked her head out from the bathroom. “Yeah, exactly.” She went back to the small shower and started it, I heard her cussing about the water never gets warm fast enough. I quickly went to talk with her, but only gave her a confused look when I saw her standing there outside the tiny tub. “I could keep you for my self ya know?” She stepped in half way and steam rose around her gorgeous little body. “It’s not like you’d be loosing money, you’d just give me like.. a quarter of what they pay you.”

“What if I just introduce myself?” I asked, trying to get a loophole. “Then what?”

Sammie turned and winked at me as she lathered up her hair. “Can we talk about this later? Why don’t you just climb in the shower with me for now?”



My Sister



I heard the sound of the water hitting the new green tiles of the bathroom even before I was completely in the room. I walked casually into the room and dropped my book on the bed and glanced in the mirror on top of my sister’s dresser on the other side of the room. 

My reddish hair looked like a halo around my ginger coloured face and I smiled at myself even as I sighed at what covered the mirror at odd angles. It was her drying pantyhose. I had shared the bathroom and the room with my sister for the three years because my parents had had another child and needed a nursery. I prayed that I would get into a good college across the country so that I could go off and leave my barely eighteen year-old sister.

At that moment, I did not think about going into the bathroom so that I could brush my teeth before I practiced playing my oboe. When I walked in, I saw that the curtain was partially open and my sister was having one of afternoon showers. It was only one week in every month that she did that, but I guessed that she was on her last one for the month. She did not respond to my entrance, so I allowed her to think that she was still alone as I picked up my toothbrush. 

I squirted the greenish toothpaste on it and began vigorously brushing my teeth as I thought about nothing in particular and hummed my new solo piece. It was a piece by Bach, I remember, but the title escapes me. Anyhow, it was while I was rinsing my mouth out that I heard strange sounds coming out of the shower.

The sounds barely sounded like my sister and they had an odd effect on me. She was moaning and the flow of the water seemed to be flowing differently, so I sat up and walked over to the shower just to see if something was wrong. It almost sounded as if she was crying and I just wanted to check up on her. 

When I looked, I found that she was doing something quite different from crouching on the floor of the shower and sobbing as I had expected. Instead, she was standing with her back arched against the wall, her long dark legs spread and her eyes closed. When I looked between her legs, I suddenly understood why the flow of the water had changed and I gasped soundlessly even as I felt a bulge grow in my pants. She had the showerhead in her slender right hand and was slowly massaging herself to an orgasm as she played her with her large nipples with the other hand. 

Her mouth opened as she moaned louder and though I wanted to turn around and leave, I lost control of my hands temporarily and put my hand inside my sweatpants. I seemed to be rooted to the spot as I massaged my throbbing cock inside my pants and continued to watch my younger sister. I had never seen her in such a light for whenever I looked at her, I saw only my little sister who liked to follow me around and pester me as much as she could. 

I had never noticed the beautiful girl my sister had become behind her glasses and thick, dark hair. She looked positively delicious as she pulled on her nipples harder and licked her small lips. As I watched her, my throbbing member slipped out of my sweatpants and I stroked it faster as she suddenly stiffened. She began moaning very loudly as her body started to shake shiver and she climaxed even as the water washed all her honey away.

She opened her eyes, and turned around before I could get myself covered up. She looked right at me as I shoved myself into my pants and I swear she was smiling even as she gasped in surprise. I ran out of the room, down the hall, and into the family’s TV room to get away from her and the shame I felt for watching her. I did not turn on the television. 

I simply sat on our couch and closed my eyes as I prayed that she would not tell our parents what I had done. After about five minutes, I heard footsteps coming down the hall towards where I was sitting and when I ventured a peek in the doorway I saw my sister standing there. She was wearing a white robe that barely covered her wide thighs and a towel encircled her head, hiding her wild mane of black hair. 

“I am so sorry, Tracy,” I began hoarsely. “I don’t know what came over me,” I explained to her.

She smiled one of her sweetest smiles at me then. “I think I know what happened to you,” she said.

“You do?”

“You got aroused while watching me and you started stroking yourself,” she sang happily.

I stared at her, because she was still smiling. “I know, and I shouldn’t have been watching. Please don’t tell Mom and Dad,” I pleaded.

She was giggling then and licked her lips as she came closer into the room and sat down beside me on the couch. Her movements were so smooth and deliberate that I swore that she was putting on a performance just for me and I was sweating by the time she looked at me again.

“You’re still hard,” she said as she looked down at my pants.

My eyes followed hers and I nodded numbly when I looked back into her eyes. She was licking her lips again. “What are you thinking, Tracy?” I demanded though I knew the look that was in her beautiful eyes.

“You have a really big dick, big brother, and I want to suck it,” she said as she liked her lips again.

I was shocked at the prospect of my baby sister sucking me off, but my cock was stirring in my pants and I knew I wanted her too. Something in me told me to go for it and I nodded stiffly as my sister stared at me intently. Her smile grew even brighter as she stood up in front of me and dropped her towel. 

I got to see her entire body again and I almost came just from looking at her. I let out a little moan as she kneeled down in front of me, pulled my sweatpants off and began stroking me with her hands. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to get deeply involved in the feeling of pleasure as my sister’s small, slender hands rubbed me gently up and down. She kept it and it did not take long before I came all over her hands.

When I opened my eyes, she was still smiling. “Don’t move, I’m not finished yet,” she said before she started licking all my juice off of her hands and my cock. “You taste good, big brother,” she told me.

Her licking and swallowing my cum was making me wild and I was instantly erect again when she pulled away and licked the remnants off her pinkish lips. She smiled again and then started licking the tip of my dick very slowly as she stroked my shaft with her right hand. Her left hand moved along my thigh, took my hand and led it to one of her large breasts. 

I rubbed and pulled on the nipple just as I had seen her do in the shower and her squeal of approval was enough to make me drip pre cum. She was looking right at me as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my eight-inch dick. I could not take my eyes off her as she kept pulling me in ‘till it had seemed like she had swallowed me whole.

She started to swirl her tongue around as she moved me in and out of her mouth with her lips still holding on tightly and her hands toying with my balls. It felt so good to me that I wanted to close my eyes, throw my head back and howl, but I could not. 

I could not stop looking at her as she sucked me as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do to me. Her eyes did not move away from me either as she suddenly took more of me into her mouth. I was so far in that I could feel the back of her throat and I almost came just thinking about it. My little sister was deep throating me and I was loving ever minute of it! 

I placed a hand on top of her head as I continued to tease her hard nipple and I pulled her away from me some. I held her there as I started to push myself into her mouth and ground my hips against her as if I was fucking a pussy. She squealed again and I assumed that that was her sign of approval as I pushed myself in deeper and started to go faster. 

Her mouth was very wet and warm as I pounded it and I was going so fast at one pint that I swear that I heard my balls slapping against her cheeks. I was grunting loudly and my sister was moaning as loud as she could with me stuffed inside in her mouth. My grunts became shrill cries when I looked down at her and saw that her smile was still in her eyes and my body suddenly stiffened. 

I came very violently, with a lot of shaking and spasms and I shot so much warm cum that I thought my baby sister would choke.

When I had stopped writhing, I felt my sister swallow the cum in her mouth and lick every drop off of my deflating rod and my balls. Even that felt excellent to me. “You are fantastic,” I told her.

My sister laughed and I opened my eyes to look her as she licked her lips clean. “Not so dorky anymore, eh?”

“Not dorky at all,” I assured her with a lazy smile.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone about today if you won’t,” she said.

“Of course I won’t tell,” I promised her, “but where did you learn to take a dick like that?”

She smiled. “That is one mystery you’ll have to live with for a while, Trevor,” she said as she stood up and picked up her robe.

“I hope we can do that again, sis,” I said as she threw the thing over her squared shoulder.

“We can do that and more if you’re up to it,” she said as she tuned her back to me and started to walk out of the room.

“I had no idea you were so beautiful,” I admitted as I admired her perfectly round ass and her long legs.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” she informed me as she sashshayed out of the room leaving me with a flaccid cock and a lot to think about.



My Sister



Masturbation. I guess that is what changed our relationship. My sister, Brooke and I, are twins and we lived with our mother in an old farmhouse. Our father divorced Mom years before and Mom struggled to make ends meet ever since. Our house was set in between two large farms so we had alot of pasture around our property and few neighbors. We kids each had a bedroom upstairs while Mom's was downstairs. As we got older, I got used to living with two females. After I entered my teens, I began masturbating and, like most boys, did it alot.

Then two things happened that brought me and my sister closer. First, Mom got a new job at a local factory but she had to work afternoons. She was concerned about leaving us home alone but we pointed out that we were both in high school and could take care of ourselves while she was working. We both had turned 18 a few months earlier and we both got along pretty well.

The second thing that happened was a guys dream come true. We had a 45 minute ride on the school bus every day. One day this girl, Jennifer, asked me to sit with her. I thought this was odd but I couldn't turn her down. Jennifer wasn't exactly great looking, she was a little overweight, but she had large boobs. I had no experience with girls, other than dreaming about them while stroking myself, so I sat down with her. After a while, she snuck her hand under my books and into my lap. I looked at her but she was looking straight ahead. I looked around the bus and the other kids, including my sister, were all yakking away and not paying us any attention. Then she started to rub and squeeze my dick. In a second, I was rock hard.

I whispered to her, "What are you doing?" 

"Just relax, I want to play a little" she whispered back.

Well, I wasn't about to argue or stop her. I was in heaven and her hand felt wonderful. She would squeeze all along my length and then rub it up and down. She did this for most of the ride home and when it was our turn to get off, I was hornier than I had ever been. I knew I would enjoy finishing the job when we got home. 

I hid my hard on while we walked up to the house and then hurried up to my room. Whipping off my clothes, I fell back onto my bed and grabbed my swollen penis. She had me close a few times but now I closed my eyes and relived the ride home. I couldn't believe a "real" girl had rubbed my dick. What a day! I stroked my penis and alternately rubbed my balls. Precum was oozing from my penis as I rubbed myself. It did not take long for my cum to shoot up all over my chest and stomache. 

This continued to happen every day as Jennifer wanted me to keep sitting with her and she stroked me all the way home. I would never cum though and had to finish at home. Mom was working, Brooke would be watching TV and I would jerk off until I exploded. This was a great set up for me as I loved the feeling of Jennifer's hands on my dick.

Then it finally happened. I was in my room after Jennifer had me really hot, she was even rubbing my balls now, and I was looking forward to shooting off a huge load. I was on my bed, naked, and was rubbing my penis. I did not hear Brooke open the door until she gasped out loud.

"Bobby, what are you doing?" she screamed.

Shaken out of my dreams, I tried to hide my penis but it was already hard and oozing juices.

"Brooke, don't you know how to knock?"

I expected her to leave but instead she slowly walked toward the bed. 

"Brooke, I uh...um, what are you doing?"

Brooke was staring at my penis which was still rigid in my hand.

"I've never seen one...I mean, were you rubbing yourself?" she asked.

I said, "Well, it's kind of a long story but, yes, I was.

By now, Brooke was standing beside the bed looking right at my dick. 

"I want you to finish, I've never seen one and I want to watch you" she said. "If you do, I won't tell Mom about this."

As weird as it felt having her there, my dick was still red and hard. I looked at Brooke and started to see her as a girl instead of my sister. She was getting some nice boobs and had a slim firm butt. Her blonde hair hung on her shoulders and her green eyes seemed glazed over as she stared at my penis. 

I closed my eyes and started to squeeze my dick. I felt Brooke sit on the edge of the bed but I kept on rubbing from my balls to the head of my dick. It didn't take too long before I erupted all over myself. I kept pumping until I was empty and then I opened my eyes. Brooke was sitting there with her mouth and eyes wide open.

"Oh my gosh", she said. "That was fantastic." She felt her pussy get wet and she was hotter than ever. Even her boobs were tingling with excitement.

"Well, after I got used to you seeing me, I enjoyed it very much."

"Bobby, do you do this all the time?" she asked.

I said, "Yes, pretty much every day but it is not all my fault."

I then told her about Jennifer and what she was doing to me every day. I told her that by the time we get home, I have to masturbate like crazy.

"I would have never thought that was happening on a bus full of kids" she said. "I have never seen a dick before but your's is pretty nice looking."

By this time my dick had deflated and was laying on my stomache as we talked.

She stunned me when she said "I want to watch you every day, Bobby. I won't say anything to anyone and when we get home, I want to watch you stroke yourself and cum."

By this time, I was ready to give in to anything. Besides, I kind of got a thrill having Brooke look at my naked penis. If she wanted to see it, I thought, what the heck.

The next day, Jennifer let me squeeze her boob a little bit while she rubbed my dick. It was my first boob "feel" and it felt so good. Her nipple got hard and I could feel it through her shirt. I saw Brooke kind of watching us and I wondered if she would go through watching me jerk off. With Jennifer working on my dick, I knew I would have no trouble jerking off regardless of who was watching me.

When we got to the house, Brooke followed me to my room. She sat down and watched me undress.

"I can see by your bulge that Jennifer must have rubbed you pretty good today" she said.

"Yeah, she let me feel her boob. It was my first boob squeeze" I gasped.

I was naked and laid down on the bed. As I started to srtoke my penis, Brooke sat down between my legs. She was excited and her pussy was wet again.

"A little close, aren't you?" I said.

"I want to see this up close" she said. I could tell her breathing was getting heavy.

"Whatever you want" I said. Then I started to rub my penis. I jumped when I felt her hands rubbing my legs.

"What are you doing, Brooke?" I gurgled. 

"I just want to feel your skin while you do this" she replied.

I closed my eyes and began to stroke harder. I was thinking about Jennifer but with Brooke rubbing my legs and sitting so close to me, I actually started to think about my sister too. Either way, my dick knew when it was time and I started to spurt gobs of cum into the air. A few shots landed on Brooke's shirt and the rest ended up all over me.

Brooke went to change her shirt while I got up to clean myself off. By the time I got back to my room, Brooke was sitting on the bed waiting for me.

"Bobby, I was thinking. Since we are here alone all evening, why don't you just walk around naked?" she asked.

I was shocked and said "What about you? Are you going to get naked?"

"I don't know if I can do that. But I like looking at your dick so, what if I walk around in my panties and bra?"

I started to like that idea and wanted to see if she would go through with it.

"Ok, let's try that and see what happens. I like your body and would like to see more of it too." 

With that, she took off her shirt and threw it at me playfully. Her pink bra was sheer and looked great on her. Her boobs weren't real big but her nipples were hard and stuck out. Then she turned around and slid her shorts off, revealing her pink panties. Her tight butt was gorgeous even covered by her panties. I felt a stirring in my dick and wondered if I would get hard again.

"What do you think?" she asked as she twirled around for me.

"I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen" I said truthfully.

We went downstairs, me naked and her in her bra and panties, and I sat down to watch TV while she did some homework. I was engrossed in a TV show when Brooke came into the room. She was walking around in front of me and bending over to pick something up. I looked right at her hot looking butt and my dick started to come to life. 

She kept walking around the room and I admired her body. She was very pretty and I was getting worked up again. Then she bent down in front of the TV and spread her legs a little. I could see her panties stretch across her butt. Her pussy puffed out against the material. What a sight! By the time she stood up and turned around, I had a full hard on.

"Wow, is that because of me?" she asked innocently.

"Well, you are gorgeous and your body has me on fire" I said.

Brooke walked over to where I was sitting and turned around to face away from me. I sat speechless as she straddled my legs and began to lower her butt. I grabbed her hips as she backed her butt up against my penis and began to slowly rub against it. I moaned my approval and she slid a little higher. Then my penis slipped between her legs and rubbed up against her pussy. I could feel how damp and hot she was. 

I wrapped my hands around her stomache and felt her breasts. Her boobs were so soft and her nipples jutted into my hand. I tweaked her nipples while she rubbed her pussy on my penis.  

She grabbed my penis and held it against her pussy. I was pumping my dick against her hand and pussy while she aimed the head of my dick at her clit. Her wet panties made the pumping go smoothly and I felt her body begin to shake as she concentrated my dick on her clit.

I knew I would not last very long and she was moaning and shaking like crazy. She let out a scream as her orgasm rocked her body. Her legs stiffened and she shook as her clit exploded. That was all I needed and my dick began to jerk and spurt cum all over her hand and panties. She held my dick until I had finished cumming then slumped back against me, totally spent. 

We were both breathing heavily as we tried to regain our senses.

"I have never felt anything so good in my entire life, Bobby" she gasped.

"Me too, Brooke, me too" I weakly replied.

"Bobby, you soaked my panties" she said laughing.

"Who needs them?" I said and began to laugh also.

Bobby could not believe how good it felt to play with his sister and Brooke was already making plans for next time.



My Sister



This is a work of fiction. All character depicted are at least 18 years of age.

Any and all feedback is welcome.

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It was a day like any other in August, hot, humid and boring. It was about to change though, at least the boring part.

My sister Julie and I had the place to ourselves, the parental units both being away on separate business trips. Julie turned nineteen in November and I am due to hit there next week.

Julie and I aren't exactly on anyone's "A" list. We are both mature, responsible teens. This of course is part of the reason why we're not on anyone's "A" list.

Anyhow, back to my story. Julie was having her friends, Jen and Holly, over to go swimming in our pool, so I was looking forward to seeing some skin. I love girls in bikinis. I was hoping for a chance to see Jen topless again. (She liked to sunbathe that way.)

I waited in my room for a few minutes and then went into our parent's room for the best view.

There they were, Holly was standing with her back to me and Jen, sitting on the ground next to her, had her feet in the water. What an ass Holly has! I started stroking myself while fantasizing about it.

At that point, Holly came out of the pool house... wait a minute! Holly came out of... then whose ass was I? Julie's!

Holy crap! I was just thinking about having sex with my sister!

I had never thought about Julie sexually before. It didn't freak me out as much as I thought it should. In fact, as I continued to look I was getting harder than I could ever remember.

Then the three of them turned as one...





My Sister



My sister is a good looking woman. I know that may sound weird coming from her brother, but I am a guy also.

She never had good taste in men. They would tell her stories, fuck her and then dump her. She would swear up and down that she wouldn't fall for the same thing, but another guy would come along tell her stories and it would happen all over again. She was always looking for that guy who would love her for who she was, but never seemed to be able to find him. 

I did better in the spouse department. I married a good looking, smart woman who had eyes only for me. At least that's what I thought till I came home early one day. I found a guy on the floor, my wife on top of him. He was pounding her pussy like a jack hammer. A big black guy was behind her with the biggest cock I have ever seen buried to the balls in her ass. All the while she was screaming "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!" Needless to say we were divorced in short order.

The last guy my sister was married to ran off with a bimbo half his age. When they divorced he took everything. She had a lawyer who couldn't find his ass with both hands. When I got divorced I found a very good lawyer who got me just about everything.

My sister tried to keep going on her own, but she couldn't, so being the good little brother I told her to move in with me while she got on her feet. When she moved in I told her to hang out for a bit till things got better. She didn't have to work because I made enough money to keep us both going for awhile. 

Before my sister moved in I used to walk around my house in my underwear. I didn't see the need to stop that when she moved in. She took to wearing an old t shirt that came to mid thigh. She wouldn't wear a bra and the panties she wore were almost see through. One day we were in the kitchen. She bent over to get something out of the lower part of the fridge. Her shirt rode up and showed her butt with those see through undies. I got an instant hard on. Since I wear briefs it was very obvious. I immediately went to my room and put on my warm up suit bottoms. I decided that would be a better idea.

She had been living with me for about three months, and I was getting a serious case of blue balls. I hadn't had a date for almost four months. Not that I'm a bad looking guy or anything. But work and other stuff just kept getting in the way. 

While I do jack off once in a while it just isn't the same. Then one night I was sitting in the corner of the couch watching a movie. She sat down, then lay down and put her head on my lap. I didn't think anything of it. When we lived with our mom and dad she would do the same thing. Of course I was a lot younger and didn't have the same sex drive then.

Her shirt is a v neck kind of thing, and it is very loose. When she lay down the shirt fell open. I looked down and saw her most perfect breast and nipple. I looked away quickly, but I couldn't help but look again. Once I took the second look it was easy to keep looking. After a bit I started getting hard. Finally I got a full hard on. She moved her head a bit kind of bumping up against my cock. It was obvious to her that I was hard as a rock. She looked down and saw her shirt had come open. Then she looked up at me and smiled. Then she turned her head and went back to watching the movie. It was then I noticed her nipples were getting hard. The one I couldn't see stuck up against her shirt, and the one I could see looked like a finger sticking out. I realized she was enjoying showing me as much as I was enjoying looking. I felt kind of weird inside, but I thought what the hey, I'm a guy and she's a woman. After the movie she got up, stretched and went off to bed. When she stretched she faced me and made sure her shirt came up to almost her waist, giving me a full view of her see through panties and everything under them. Her nipples looked like they were going to tear through her shirt they were so hard. When she walked to her bedroom she wiggled her ass so seductively I almost said "you got fries to go with that shake." But I caught myself just before I blurted it out.

I went to my room and into the shower. I grabbed the lotion and went to work on my cock. It didn't take long before I was shooting my load. As I said, that works, but it isn't the same.

Three days later I came home from work and she met me at the door. She loosened my tie, undid my collar button and took off my coat. I was a bit surprised but decided to go along with it. She had me go to the dinning area, the table was set and almost ready to go. I sat down and asked her, "OK what are you buttering me up for?"

She looked at me with a fake hurt expression and said "can't I just show my appreciation to my little brother who has been taking care of me?" Then she sat on my lap. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I don't mean a peck on the cheek. This was a tongue twining, spit swapping kiss. I was too stunned to think clearly and didn't do anything. Then just as suddenly as she started she stopped and stood up. While she was getting things ready, she kept bending over and giving me great shots of her breasts and nipples. I was confused and told her so. She just said I should shut up and enjoy the dinner and show.

After dinner we went to the living room and I started watching t.v. I sat in my big recliner while she fussed around the room picking up things that didn't need to be moved. After I got comfortable she came and sat in my lap again. I put my arm around her back to support her and she put her arms around my neck again. This time I was ready! I figured, what the hell all she can do is slap me. So as she started kissing me I reached under her top and started massaging her breast. Her nipple was hard as a rock. I rolled it between my finger and thumb. She broke the kiss and started nibbling on my ear. When she did that she said, "um, that feels nice." There was no hiding I was as hard as a rock. Just as I was starting to enjoy myself she jumped up.

She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry." Then she headed off to her room and closed the door. I finished the movie, but I was very confused. On my way to bed I knocked on her door and asked if she was alright. She opened the door and said she was just fine. I told her I was a bit confused again, and asked if she didn't like what I was doing? She said it was great, then leaned out and kissed me on the lips. I told her I liked the feeling of her breast, then I reached out and started massaging it again through her night shirt. She took a while to push my hand away, told me good night and closed the door.

I went to my room grabbed the lotion and went into the shower. The tension had built up to the point that when I did cum I was sure there was so much it would plug the drain. 

After I went to bed I heard a knock on my door and my sister walked in. I sleep in my underwear and hadn't gotten under the blanket yet. I still had a hard on because I kept thinking about the what had happened. She looked down at it and smiled. She said, "I don't know what got into me tonight." I looked up at her and said with as much sarcasm as I could, "I know it wasn't me."

She came in and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me. She said "I'm sorry, but I kind of lost it tonight. I didn't mean for that to happen. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of slut, but I am so horny! Not only that I'm your sister!" I sat up, took her in my arms and said, "of course you're my sister and I would never think of you as a slut. I know it was kind of weird, and I'm confused about how I feel about the whole thing. But I liked it, didn't you?"

She rested her head on my shoulder and said "I wanted to keep on going, but then I started thinking, what the hell am I doing? He's my brother for goodness sake! If we keep it up we will end up in bed and I don't want to get pregnant. So I stopped, now I feel so bad because I got you all worked up." I stroked her hair and whispered in her ear, "Peggy didn't want kids, so I got a vasectomy so we could still play without paying." She got up off the bed and walked to the door, she told me she loved me and went to her room.

For the next few days we acted as if nothing had happened. She took to wearing something a bit more modest and was careful not to bend over around me. Then one night I came home early. She was wearing her t shirt and jeans again and getting dinner ready. I asked her what was going on since she rarely made dinner. She just smiled and told me to take a shower. When I got to my room I saw she had put out my warm ups, clean underwear and a t shirt. So after my shower I put them on. It was nice to have someone around who cared for me like that, Peggy my ex never did.


After dinner I sat in the corner of the couch and she lay down and put her head in my lap. Again her shirt opened enough for me to get a good look at her nipple. I saw it was standing at attention already. I stroked her hair, then her neck and reached in her shirt and started massaging her breast. I started rolling her nipple between my thumb and finger. Wow that felt so good, I started getting rock hard again. She lay there and closed her eyes and looked happy. After a few minutes of this she stood up. I was ready for her to run off to her room, but she surprised me. She crossed her arms, reached to the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Then she pulled her jeans and panties down and stepped out of them. I didn't wait, I jumped up and pulled off my shirt. She started pulling my pants down, then my underwear. I pulled her up and started kissing her. As I did that I reached down and started fingering her clit. I was surprised at how wet she was, I knew we weren't going to need any lube tonight! I also knew there was no turning back now.

I broke the kiss and wrapped my lips around her nipple and started a gentle sucking. Then I started rolling my tongue around it. I didn't think her nipple could get any harder but it did. She grabbed the back of my head and held me to her breast. I gave a little playful nip and she yelped a little and laughed a little. It didn't take long before I heard her moaning and sucking her breath in through her teeth. She started shaking and I felt her orgasm with my fingers buried in her pussy. 

She pulled my head up from her nipple and kissed me deeply. Then she took my hand and led me over to the recliner and sat on the edge. She started sucking my cock. She first just put the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She stuck the tip of her tongue in my piss hole. Then she took as much as she could in her mouth. The warm wet feeing almost made me cum right then. She pulled back and started running her tongue up and down the shaft, like a popsicle. She put her head under my balls and started licking them. I was going crazy! She put my cock back in her mouth and started bobbing up and down. She had a suction that would make a vacuum proud. I had't had a blow job this good in forever. I hadn't had sex for a while either, so it didn't take long till I could feel the tension building to the exploding point. 

I couldn't hold back any longer. I told her I was ready to cum. I thought she would do like my ex wife and pull back and jack me to orgasm. She didn't do that! She just kept on bobbing her head. It wasn't too long after that I started to cum. When my orgasm started she stopped moving and put just the head in her mouth. When I started to cum I thought I was going to fall, my legs were so weak. It felt like I was blowing my load for an hour! My cock just kept spasming and shooting out cum. 

When I stopped she got up, she must have swallowed on her way up. She looked at me, smiled and hugged me. I took her by the hand and led her to my bedroom. I laid her back on the bed and slowly climbed on top of her. She spread her legs and wrapped them around me as I entered her. Then we fucked. There is no other word for it. We went at it like two teenagers, or maybe rabbits. I pounded her pussy hard! She just kept saying she wanted more and if I stopped she was going to cut my balls off. After several orgasms we were both exhausted and drifted off to sleep.

We started having sex almost once a day after that. We calmed down to love making, not just fucking. I enjoy going down on her. I enjoy the slippery feel of her pussy in my mouth. I enjoy sticking my tongue up into her and then taking the tip of my tongue and flicking it around her clit. That really makes her jump and she throw her hips around. Sometimes she grabs my head and shoves it into her pussy, starts moving her hips up and down on my tongue and face. I almost think she would be happy if I could fit my head up there and make her cum from the inside! 

She enjoys sucking me off. When we are in the kitchen sometimes, she will grab my hand then drop into a chair. Then she will pull my pants down and start sucking. One time I had such a hard orgasm I had to sit down or I was going to fall. Then I finger her until she cums. I always make sure she has an orgasm, even if I have to put her on the table and eat her pussy for a while.

About two weeks after we started having sex, we were in bed with her on top. She stopped, leaned down and kissed me. She said "I want you to have all of me." Then she leaned over and grabbed the lube. She got up off my cock, put some lube on it then put a big bit on her two fingers. Then she shoved them up her ass. After that she moved over me again, grabbed my cock and put the head right at the entrance to her hole. I think my cock got even harder when I realized what she was doing. She pushed a little and the head went just past the ring of muscle. She waited a bit, then pushed herself down a bit. She started going up and down, each time she went down my cock went deeper in her ass. Soon she was sitting on my hips with my cock shoved all the way in her ass. It felt so good I thought I was going to blow my load right then. 

She leaned forward and bit and kissed me again. When she pushed herself into a sitting position she said "I like the feeling of you in my ass. It makes me feel so full." Then she closed her eyes and leaned a little forward and said "OK my ass is relaxed, so fuck me like there is no tomorrow." I started slowly at first then picked up speed. She started pushing back when I pushed forward. She likes to have her nipples pinched and pulled during sex. I started pulling and pinching her nipples, she whispered "harder, I need you to do my nipples harder." So I did. I thought I was going to hurt her, but she started screaming and letting me know how much she was enjoying herself. She started digging her nails into my chest, it was a combination of pleasure and pain! Then she took one hand and started fingering herself. I mean she really was going for it! 

With all the stimulation that was happening neither of us could last long. I screamed that I was going to cum. She just worked her fingers harder and faster. When I started blowing my load I was sure it was going to come out her nose. My cock started spasming, I grabbed her hips and sat her hard on it, I couldn't stand the movement I was so sensitive! I just kept shooting and shooting! After it started to subside I noticed she was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and was shaking all over. As soon as my hearing came back I heard her gasps of air and noticed she was clamping her teeth so hard I thought they would break. 

After what seemed hours she collapsed on top of me with my cock still shoved up her ass. I started to pull out, she looked at me a growled, then said "if you pull it out I'll cut it off!" So I left it where it was. A few minutes later it started going soft and slipped out. We got up and took a shower. Then we went to bed and slept the sleep of the dead till almost noon the next day. 

After a few months we settled down into a domestic type of life. I liked it, she wanted to stay home and do stuff there. She had a small internet business so that worked out well. I enjoyed having someone to come home to, and take care of. One night after love making we were spooning. She said "you know, we haven't had much luck with the opposite sex. Your wife was fucking everyone she met. My husband wanted someone younger. We have a good life here together. We would never hurt each other and we know each other very well. Why don't we make this a permanent thing. No one will think it strange that a brother and sister are living together. We don't have to let anyone know anything about our sex life, even mom and dad."

I listened to what she was saying. It sounded reasonable and good from my stand point. Also did I tell you my sister is very good looking?!



My Sister



I picked my sister up from the airport. Since the TSA Homeland Security prevented me from meeting her at the gate I waited in the main lobby and watched the escalator for her. I habitually paced while waiting for her, and then at the top of the escalator I saw her. She was wearing a jersey tee-shirt and jeans her normal traveling outfit. I always thought she was pretty and fondly remembered our adventures when we were teens.

My sister and I spent one summer investigating the wonderments of sex with each other while on vacation in the mountains with our parents. I still remember it and know it was the best sex I have ever had. We only did it that one lonely summer when I was fourteen and she was sixteen. 

Susan called me yesterday to see if I could put her up for a while. She had left her husband, well he actually left her, then kicked her out of the house. She had no where else to go. Mom and Dad were both dead and there were only the two of us kids. We had always been close, especially after that summer. We had a special bond with each other. We spent all day together as kids. Mom even had us bath together until Susan was twelve. 

She was entering puberty and I was staring a little too much at her in the bath. I never felt she was that embarrassed but more too old to bath with little brother. Mom thought it was natural to have the kids bath together and never questioned the sexual feelings we were having. It was like Mom approved or allowed them without question. I can remember getting a little hard-on looking at Susan and having Mom wash my hard-on with a washcloth. She could not have missed it being hard as she would gentle wash my penis with pleasing strokes as I looked at my sister's tiny boobs emerging on her chest and the wonderful slit between her legs.

When Susan stepped off the escalator we hugged, a good sibling hug, but I had been thinking too much about her in the bath and popped a little wood during the hug. "That happy to see me?" Susan said with a laugh. "Sorry" was all I could say.

My life had taken an unexpected turn about three weeks ago when my wife of eight years decided she was gay and left me for a woman friend of hers. It explained a lot about the lack of sex in the marriage but still it hurt.

Susan led off to the baggage carrousel. I looked down at her butt, a bad habit I still had, to see if I could see VPL, visible panty line, under her jeans. YES. Good lines indicating brief panties, my personal favorite. I followed her and the bags were already streaming down the chute. Susan pointed out her three bags, and I grabbed them and pulled them off the carousel. She had packed them full. I just about had a rupture lifting them on the baggage cart she had found.

Susan chatted, she always did, a constant stream of speech that filled the world. I would listen not attentively but usually heard enough to nod appropriately or grunt at the correct time with the right inflection of positive or negative. It was like having the TV on in the room but not watching it. We had all her bags and started out to the parking lot. 

"Still looking at my butt for panty lines" she laughed.

"Busted, yeah" "Briefs?" I asked to take back some of my power lost in being caught off guard.

"Put them on as I remember they are your personal favorites. They are sheer white nylon." She said emphatically.

The blood rushed south again and I wished Joyce was still with me to relieve my frustration. But then again she hadn't for the past two years when we were together, so even if she was there she would not be any help.

I was driving the Defender 90 a wonderfully quirky SUV that was ten years old. It is the vehicle you see the adventures driving in the jungles. I drove it to work. "This looks like Indiana Jones should own this," Susan said shaking her head in disbelief.

The drive to my house was catching up with each other. Tales of our spouses leaving us, plans dashed, etc. This was the first time we had seen each other since Mom died three years ago. We talked every week on the phone, but mostly it was empty and withholding. It felt good she was here, I missed her.

Susan turned and looked behind the seat for her purse and I glanced down her blouse. "Boy, you need to get laid", she said as she caught me looking at her.

"I am sorry." I said really meaning it. "I can not remember the last time I had sex. Joyce was frigid, well at least for men, and I the consummate loyal husband never strayed. I looked occasionally but never strayed." I said in tired exasperation. Susan listened and understood. She was always my big sister. She put her hand on my shoulder to comfort me and the rest of the drive home was in silence.

We pulled in the driveway. "You painted the house," she noted. "Looks good". 

"It's what I did to keep busy after Joyce left."

We carried Susan's bags into the house. It was a hot afternoon and the simple effort of carrying the bags had me sweating like a pig. "Which bedroom should I take?" she asked.

"Which every...makes no difference to me. I'm going for a swim."

I quickly changed into my swimming trunks and then remember I had left the bedroom door open and looked up to see Susan watching me change. "Still hung like a small mouse, I see" she said laughing. Actually I was average but sisters tend to be cruel. She unbuttoned her jeans and then unzipped them revealing the sheer white panties. I took a deep breath and stared at them. The dark shadow of her pubic hair showed though. "Like them?" she asked. She pulled down her jeans revealing the brief panties and stepped out of her jeans. I just stood there with a hard on poking my trunks out. 

Susan walked over to me and gently took my penis in her right hand and with her left hand pulled my face towards hers. I knew what was happening and took over. I kissed her and carried her to the bed. My face buried in her crotch, I licked and kissed her through her panties before taking them off and giving her a long and wonderful orgasm. That summer long ago, she taught me how to bring her wonderful orgasms with my tongue on her pussy lips and clit. 

She moaned for a third time and my face was gushed with her juices. Her hands pulled my head from her pussy and I knew I could enter her. I barely entered her before I exploded in her. I was still rock hard and continued to pump her. She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed me with them to the rhythm she wanted. She arched her back and squeezed her pussy around my cock as she came a forth time; I spurted my second load in her and fell to her side in exhaustion. "I needed that" she said gasping for breath. I lifted her tee shirt and started to suck her bare breast. "Stop that," she said,"let's go for a swim". 

I watched her get up and scamper out the bedroom door. I rolled on my back and thought about that summer twenty years ago. Susan would be all hot and ready before, the sex would be wonderful and fulfilling but she then would walk away when we were finished. No cuddle time no unnecessary pats or pecks or words...just a good fuck and on with life like it had not happened. But it had and I remember them all. I loved my sister like a girlfriend not a sister. I pulled on my trunks and stepped out the slider to the pool area. Susan had changed into a one-piece suit and was on the first step of the pool. 

I walked to the deep end and dove in, and swam the length of the pool under the water. I came up at Susan's legs on the pool step. I lifted myself up and sat on the pools step. Susan sat next to me and started her ritual of cupping up pool water to splash on her upper body. I could never understand her doing that; why not just dive in, oh well.

"I need a job. Trevor had a great lawyer and got the house and all the furniture. He also had been taking out money of our joint account and left nothing. I am broke." She said with an angry tone.

"Well, you can stay here as long as you want. My place is yours."

"What about Joyce?" 

"She's gone, doesn't want anything. Feels real bad that she deceived me for all those years, wants to be friends. Fuck that!" My anger leaked out with the last two words.

Susan dove into the water from the sitting position and without getting her hair wet did a breast stroke / doggy paddle across the pool. She pulled herself up and sat on the bench step on the far side of the pool. 

"What do you want to do?" I asked. 

"Are you hungry?" she responded.

"No, for work, what do you want to do?" I said with some amusement.

"I'm hungry, what do you have in the fridge?" Susan always avoided some issues. She bled out some anger about Trevor but then turned it off and now wants to avoid the situation. I am a solver and tackle problems with resolution, my avoidance tactic.

"There's a small fridge in the outdoor kitchen. Tri-tip, corn, just waiting for the barbeque." 

Susan got out of the pool and walked over to the counter under the veranda. I swam a couple of laps to work out the stiffness in my body. Susan was sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water. I pulled my self out next to her and she handed me a beer. "You didn't mention the beer." We laughed. We both needed to get drunk and forget our losses.

We tossed down the first beers, but slowed being too old to enjoy a hangover the next day. I barbequed the meat and corn while Susan made the salad. We worked in the kitchen well together. Mom had us helping her for as long as I could remember, so it was natural for us to work easily together.

"Do you visit Mom's grave?" I nodded a "yes". "It's been awhile, but I do get out there. We can go by there tomorrow after church, if you like."

It was getting dark. I turned on the spa. We cleaned up the dishes. With some wine Susan found in the fridge we slipped in the spa. She turned and placed her glass on the edge and then slipped off her suit. I could just barely see her body under the bubbling water. I could make out the dark shadow of pubic hair between her legs and popped a woody. She looked at me with a questioning look. I understood and slipped off my suit. I gulped some wine and sat back, my hard-on plainly visible.

We sat there sipping wine and watching the stars in silence. Susan got up to retrieve the wine bottle. I watched her move easily in her nakedness. She was always very comfortable with herself and never one to hide her treasures as a girl and then a young woman. I still was in awe of her body. She poured me some wine and slid back in the spa, next to me. I put my arm around her and she for the first time cuddled up against my side. I loved it, I always wanted just this.

The spa cycled itself off and it stirred us from our nap. It was late and we got out of the spa. Naked and unashamed we walked around the patio cleaning up glasses, suits and walked into the house. I walked down the hall to my bedroom and turned to say goodnight. Susan reached up and kissed me.

"Can I sleep with you tonight; you don't need to do anything... I just want someone next to me." She was almost crying. I put my arm around her and lead her to my bed. She crawled in and I tucked in her side. I checked the alarm clock and slid under the sheets and cuddled up next to her. Susan rolled over on her side and put her arm over me. I was hard but honored her need for comfort, not sex. She moved her hand down to my cock and grabbed it. "Oh my, what do we have here." She giggled. 

Susan dove under the sheets and took me in her mouth. She had the most talented mouth and gave the best blowjob. I laid back and enjoyed her sucking my cock. I exploded in her mouth. Susan loved cum and swallowed every drop and moved back up and cuddled up next to me. "That should keep you till the morning, when I can better fix your condition." She said with a giggle. We both fell asleep.



My Sister



My sister, Shyquanna, age 18, tall, slender and beautiful. She knew her way around a guy's body and she knew how to push it to the limit, anywhere. She shared everything with me and even told me some of her stories. She'd bug me and try to make me tell her my stories but I didn't even want to tell her that I had been through quite a few relationships. 

One day we went to the bar. We had at least 8 beers each and didn't live far from there. Both of us drunk, walked home. I could hold my own and easily could walk straight and fast. My sister, being more of a lightweight, kept stumbling. She almost fell 5 times in the 1 block that we traveled.

"Need help sis? You look like you're going to hurt yourself!"

"Oh ha ha." She said, stumbling. "Alright... What do you have in mind?"

I walked over to her and picked her up, letting her have a ride on my shoulders.

"Whoa!" She said, almost losing her balance. 

I shifted slightly letting her regain the little balance she had and started walking forward. She felt like she was struggling to stay awake. A couple minutes later, I heard soft moans escape from her lips; I looked around the street for something odd looking or anything and found nothing. We reached home and I walked her up to her room and put her down on her bed. She looked tired so I walked out silently and snuck into my room. I was really tired from the beer and carrying her on my shoulders took the last of my energy out of me. I lay down on my bed and slowly fell asleep and heard my door crack open slowly. Thinking it was the wind I ignored it and closed my eyes. I heard my sister's drunken footsteps suddenly in my room. She called my names a few times.

"Shy?" I replied. 

"Felix... It's so cold in my room. Can I sleep by you?" She said slowly.

I said yes and she came to lie down clumsily next to me. She seemed to be freezing so I put the covers over her and hugged her. I felt her curl up slightly in my arms and stop shaking. As I slowly started to drift to sleep myself I heard her very softly call my name. Hoping if it was really important, she would start to wake me up so I ignored her. She stopped after the second time and I felt her shift away from me. Then she slid one hand in my shirt and felt my abs. I ignored her cold hands and kept trying to fall asleep. Then her hands went lower and lower until her hand went inside my pants. At that point I opened my eyes and looked at her.

"Shyquanna, what the hell are you doing?"

"Felix come on! It'll probably be just one time! We live in a house by ourselves let's just try anything!"

I looked at her, watching the expressions on her face change from drunken, to pleading. 

"Alright fine... Just this one time..." 

She took off all her clothes and lay down next to me. I did the same and she did the first thing that came to her mind, she took it in her hand and started to stroke up and down. 

"How are ya' feeling?" She said as she went faster. 

I just looked at her and she disappeared under the covers. After a little while I waited and wondered if she didn't pass out from all the beers she drank. I felt her lips and her warm tongue against my cock suddenly. She slowly licked the head, making sure that I enjoyed it. She started to suck slowly, going down further and further until she got as far down as she could go. 

"Wow. You're bigger then all of the guys that I've been with... It feels strangely right to do be doing this with you, Felix." 

She started to take every inch she could into her hot throat. She made swallowing motions to massage my cock, licking around it. She came out of the covers when she finished, seeing that we both were waiting for something more. I got up and put her close to the edge of the bed. I looked into her eyes.

"This is only one night right? You won't be thinking about this again?" 

"How could I forget your huge cock in my pussy?" She replied

"Shyquanna you know what I meant!" I said.

"Felix... We both know that both of us will want to do this again... Very soon at that."

I looked at her seriously, knowing she right. I prodded her slowly hearing her light moans escape from her soft lips. I didn't go very far in before she started to grip the sheets tight. 

"Are you ok? We can stop if you want." I grinned.

She shot a playful glare at me. "I'll only stop when you gave me all you got, Felix."

I put half of my cock in and she started to moan loud. We started to slowly fuck bareback and she seemed close. I went faster and harder and she came. She looked exhausted so I put her on my bed and started to walk away. 

"Felix you didn't come yet. Come here let's fix that." She grinned devilishly. 

I looked back nervously. "But... You look exhausted. Go to sleep."

She got up and pulled me back to the bed. I laid down and she climbed on top of me and took my cock into her ass. She started to ride me slowly, moving her hips round and round. She went faster and faster, bobbing up and down on me until I came. She made me give her all I had and she took all I had. 

"Wow... I'd feel lucky to be your boyfriend."

She laughed at me. "You're lucky you're my brother. "



My Sister



So I and my sister have always play fought since we were little. When we were older we still messed about. Now I often put the washing out so I know what my sister underwear looked like these days. I noticed she had a new white lace bra. It was a 34C and I noticed this was new to the collection. 

I was home early from college and my sister had just come home from school. In her school you still had to wear uniform even when you were 18. The only difference was you had a different tie. Now I was a bit bored and fancied messing around so I stole my sister's phone as she came in. This has always sparked the playful reaction and I ran upstairs to my room and onto my bed. She jumped straight on to me with her eyes fixed on the phone. Her legs were either side of me pinning me down and her arms we reaching over my head towards the phone. It was then I noticed her school shirt was tight against her C cups as her arms were outstretched. I dropped the phone forcing her to press against me. Her hips rocked against my crotch as she did this and I noticed myself enjoying it. 

Once she had her phone again she playfully told me I was annoying. My eyes were fixed on her now slightly exposed cleavage. She noticed my gaze and rocked her hips once more. I pretended to try to grab her phone again and my hand brushed passed her breast towards her hands. She rolled over and I followed with our hips still together. I went to half heartedly grab her phone all the while I was fixated on her breasts. I could see her white bra line through her shirt which drove me wild. She now knew I was getting hard and she must have felt it through my shorts. She stopped moving and then just rocked her hips once and asked what was that hard thing. She clearly knew but wanted me to say it. I didn't know how she would react so I lied and said nothing. 

I stopped trying to play fight and I law down next to her which I often did when I wanted to play again but catch her off guard. She was a little out of breath and I could now see slightly more of her cleavage. She again caught me looking and I went to go grab her phone. She rolled to one side and my front was against her back. I could maybe have grabbed it but I was enjoying this position a little too much. She pushed her bum against me to get me back but I could only press against her with my hard cock. She let go of her phone and it dropped to the floor but she still pushed against me. I knew that she was aware of my erection and I made the bold move to cuddle her with my hand against her breast feeling her soft shirt against my hand. I moved it as if to get it off but undid her shirt button with her not really noticing. I then went to cuddle her again but this time I put my hand down her shirt over her bra. 

She seemed shocked as to how her shirt came undone but didn't move me away. I was now grinding against her bum and groping at her breast. She was still and didn't move her hips to meet mine as she did before. I didn't care if I was forcing her any more as I came closer to climaxing. I knew I was only a moment away from cumming myself so I became bold enough to put my hand down her bra and play with her nipple in my fingers. It was hard under my touch but I felt her put her hand on my hips as I gave a final thrust and uncontrollably finished. My cock head was now out the top of my shorts and with each spasm my cum flooded against her back over her shirt. She must not have known this and she let out an "Ewww, what is that". I didn't answer her as I was now embarrassed that I had groped and violated my younger sister. She got up and turned to me, her one breast was still out which I was fixated on. She noticed and left very quickly covering herself.

I showered and cleaned myself off after a short while. My sister was now in her room texting but I noticed she hadn't even gotten changed. I told her she needed to wash that shirt before anyone got home but she just looked at me and stood up. I noticed her perky C cups in that cute white bra pressed against her tight shirt. This look got me hard as a rock again and I moved towards her. I pushed her back on her bed and she looked at my erection in my boxers. I didn't give her a chance to react before my hand was between her legs. I realised that we couldn't face each other as it was far too awkward. She must have thought the same because she turned around and stuck her bum towards me. I got onto the bed and put one arm under her head which meant my hand could grope her breasts as desired. my other hand was now between her legs. She removed her thong and tossed it on the floor. I noticed she was dripping wet and I moved my finger into her. She let off a slight moan so I moved my finger harder. I slipped in a second finger while groping her breasts.

At this point she was bucking her hips to the rhythm of my fingers and my hand was exploring her nipples once more. I felt her lips tighten around my fingers and she was close to cumming. I let her hips dictate the speed of my fingers and I slowly bought her to climax. She let out a whorishly loud moan which made my cock twitch. We lay there out of breath with my fingers still wet and her chest rising up and down. 

I thought that would be it as I had returned the favour. She did not look at me but sat up straight. She then pulled down my boxers and released my hard cock. without looking to me she put her legs either side of me in a reverse cowgirl position. It was then I knew my little sister was more experienced than me. Her skirt was hiked up so I could see as she put my cock at her entrance. This was going to be the moment I would have sex with my sister who had lost her virginity before me. She dropped her hips into my cock and I was meeting her hips with my own. It was embarrassingly short as to how long I lasted and it wasn't many more thrusts until I saw my cum dripping down my cock from her pussy. I hadn't noticed she was rubbing her clit at the same time. she pressed against my spent cock which was still hard and kept rubbing. I could feel her pussy griping my shaft as she climaxed for the last time. 

She got off straight after she realised what we had actually done. I just left and didn't speak to her that day. After a few days we stopped avoiding each other. That was the last day we ever play fought for a while.



My Sister. A Fantasy



All persons are 18 or older at the time of this fantasy.

To start the beginning of the story is true. Unfortunately the rest is just my fantasy.

A little of the usual lead in to give you a visual perspective. All true, no embellishment.

My family, well at least the feminine side of it, were never shy about their bodies, and I was certainly not about mine. Growing up my Mother was very open about the changes we were experiencing in our bodies, and other things. I could ask her anything. 

We were living In Germany, I just finished my bath and was walking from the bathroom to my bedroom, I was completely naked, not bothering to cover up, it was just a few steps from my room. 

I was stopped by my sisters voice saying, "Tom, you're naked." I stopped and turned towards her, and looked her in the eyes, which were on my cock, and said "So, you've seen me naked before."

I then turned and went into my room. I guess it's funny, but I remember she used to peek almost every time I took a bath after that. She even would come in the basement and interrupt when I had my girlfriend there with me.

Well fast forward to a time we were adults, in our early twenties. I had returned home on leave because my Mother had passed. She picked me up at the airport and we got home late. We sat on the couch and held each other trying to come to grips with our loss. 

It got very late and she suggest we go to bed. Since I had been gone for awhile overseas with the military, my room had become a storage area. My sister had cleared an area and laid a mattress on the floor. 

She asked if I thought I would be comfortable there or if I wanted to sleep in her room. 

I told her that the mattress would be just fine, I was used to roughing it.

I began to undress and she just stood there and watched as I striped down to my underwear. I laid down on the bed and pulled the covers over myself. 

My sister excused herself saying she wanted to get ready for bed and would be right back to say goodnight. I heard the shower start and then turn off. She came back a short time later, I watched as she walked into the room. She had changed and was only wearing an old tee shirt that was kinda short and a pair of crew cut panties. 

She stood before me for a moment, as I looked up from my vantage point, I let my eyes travel up from her feet to her legs, when mt eyes reached her panties, I noticed that the were somewhat see through, I could see the dark outline of her pussy hair, I could even see how the hair was pushing on the fabric. (I forgot to tell you she is a brunette) I then looked up higher and could see the swell of her breast from underneath, and then the hint of dark aureoles, and hard nipples poking out.

I looked at her angelic face, framed by her long brown hair. She then came down on her knees and sat back on her feet and spread her legs out. I got quite a view of her panties pulled up tight against her pussy. I not sure how to describe how I felt right at that moment, I love my sister, but right then, the world seemed to stop, I remember I felt so alone and just wanted to take her in my arms and hold her. 

I let out a sigh and told her "Maybe it's time you go to bed."

She looked at me strangely, but then bent over, allowing me a look down her tee shirt. Of course I saw her tits. She kissed me on the lips and said good night, then stood up and looked down at me for a moment more.

I said "I think you better go."

She turned out the light and closed the door.

I was really confused in my thoughts. But I finally started to relax, it had been a long flight back from Germany, and I really was tired. I started to doze off. 

The sound of door opening brought me back to my scenes, she had come back in the room. The light was off and only the light from outside faintly illuminated the room. She sat on the side of the mattress next to me. 

She looked at me and said "What is wrong, you sounded upset?"

I told her "I'm not upset with you, I am just sad and wished I could hold you in my arms."

She said "OK," and crawled underneath the blankets with me, she then asked.

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" 

I answered "Yes". 

She turned toward me and I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me. 

I began to cry, as did she. She then began to sooth me, caressing my head and back. She was telling me everything would be alright. 

A this point we were only touching chest to chest, I know my cock was getting hard, but she could not feel it.

She and I talked and I calmed down, she and I were face to face and then she suddenly asked me "Why did you ask me to leave?"

I really didn't want to tell her the truth, but I knew I had to. I began to tell her it had been a long time since I had been with a woman so, I was a bit bothered by her near nudity, and that it scared me.

She looked at me and asked "Do you mean I turned you on dressed this way?"

I took a moment, somewhat embarrassed, answered "Yes you did." 

She looked at me, and for a moment she didn't say anything. Then she said, "I am sorry, but we never were shy with each other before." 

Then she said "I love you, I am sorry, if it bothered you." She started to get up and I stopped her.

Saying "Please don't go." 

She looked at me and said "Are you sure?" 

She then put her arms around me pulling me close and started to caress the back of my head and rubbing her hand up then down my bare back until she reached the small hairs in the small of my back. She then did something that surprised me, she pulled me to her so our crotches touched each other. It felt like, well you can guess. 

She looked me in the eyes and then kissed me. We continued to kiss, touching our tongues to each other. 

She then looked me in the eyes and said, "It's alright, I love you, and want you to be happy" 

We continued to kiss and I let my hands wander over her body, first touching her on the back then down to her ass, I spent some time caressing ass as I began pushing my crotch in to hers.

I raised my hand and slipped it between our bodies and began to touch her breast, I traced the outline of her tits, and ended up by rubbing on her hard nipples. 

We didn't say anything, she just made little cooing noises. I slowly lowered my hand feeling her stomach and finally down to her panties, she moved back slightly so I could have better access, I wandered on the outside of her panties until I moved to cup her pussy through the fabric. 

She was by then moving a bit in a fucking motion and taking short breaths. I moved my hand up to the top of her panties.

I hesitated and looked at her and asked "Should I?"

"Yes," she said in her sweet little voice. 

I slid my hand down inside the front of her panties and continued until I got to her pussy. She made a sharp intake of breath and exclaimed "Oh," 

I began to explore her pussy, first just palming her sex, then I began to move a finger between her pussy lips, touching her clit, she jumped a little as rubbed it. I then explored lower and inserted my finger into her hole. She was wet, and she allowed me to continue finger fucking her for a few more moments. 

She pulled her tee shirt off and reveled her beautiful big breasts, they looked different than what I had seen before, but then I was looking at them in a far different light. 

I reached up and touched them and she just arched her back and said, "Please suck me." 

I did and it was fantastic how her nipples hardened and stuck out. I then reached down and removed her panties and tossed them to the side. 

She then sat up and looked down at me and said "I want you in me."

She laid back as I slid my underwear off. She immediately reached down and took my cock in her hand and tugged on it until I raised up and put my legs between hers. 

As I raised up on top of her she spread her legs and I hesitated as I looked into her eyes. 

She was so beautiful laying there, She had always been a pretty girl, but now she was a beautiful woman.

I slowly lower myself and she guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy. I slowly began to push it inside her as I watched her face. 

I swear I was so much in love at the moment, then she blew me over the top by saying "Tom please make love to me." 

I began to kiss her as I pushed inside her until I was completely mated to her. I could feel my balls up against her ass. That began the most sensuous and loving moment in my life up to that point. We were both taken to another place as we made love.  

We were together for some time, just making love until I came deep inside her. There was no urgency, just sweet, sweet love. I held her close and kissed her sweet lips until I grew soft. 

I rolled off of her and took her into my arms, holding her close to me. There was no recriminating talk about how wrong it was, it just wasn't. 

We loved and talked and made love for several more hours, then fell asleep in each others arms. 

As day broke, we awoke and kissed each other, then made love one more time. 

We both got up and went about the day, stealing glances, playing little coy games as lovers do, and then as night grew close, we showered together and played with each other while we cleaned up. 

Needless to say we played more with each other as we went to bed. She took me into her mouth, and lovingly made me feel like I was in heaven. I can tell you, her pussy was so sweet tasting, I could have stayed there forever.

Our time together was just so loving, there was no recrimination, I loved her and she loved me. It was a time in our lives when I needed her and she needed me. To me it wasn't incest, it was love.

To this day, if I could live this out, I would do it in a heart beat.

So can you guess where the fantasy started?



My Sister Aimee



The summer I graduated from college became the greatest summer of my life. I had been attending school clear across the nation. I hadn't seen my family since the Christmas holidays. My parent's and my 18 year old sister Aimee traveled all the way from Maine to see me graduate in Texas. My parents were driving down as they were going to continue on to California after my graduation. Aimee was flying and arriving a few days before our parents. I was responsible for picking her up and keeping her out of trouble until our parents arrived. I remembered Aimee in loose fitting clothing and always with her hair up. She was cute, but not drop dead sexy. When she came past security, I didn't recognize her. She was stunning. Her long red hair was down. She had on a skimpy sundress that came up mid thigh. It was low cut, giving her 36 B cup breasts nice cleavage. I couldn't believe how sexy my little sister was. She ran up to me, pressing her sexy body against me.

"Congratulations Dave," she said smiling.

"Thank you," I replied. "You look amazing."

"So do you. You must be fighting off the ladies."

I had been at first, but starting at the beginning of my senior year, my sex life dropped to almost nada. I had one girl who I would fuck when I needed to blow off some steam, but she went and got herself a boyfriend, ending our arrangement. It had been a few months since I had sex.

We left the airport and went back to my apartment. I am not ashamed to say that my mommy and daddy were paying for my place. They believed that if I was in school, I did not need to be working. They said they would continue to pay the rent until I found a job, seeing as I was planning on staying in Texas. When we arrived at the apartment, Aimee saw the pool and begged me to go swimming with her. After seeing her in a sundress, I couldn't wait to see what she looked like in a swimsuit. I showed her the spare room that she would be staying in and then ran into my room to change into my trunks. After I changed, I came out of my room and made my way down the hall to living area. As I passed her room, I noticed that the door was ever so slightly cracked. I couldn't resist. I peeked in and what I saw made my cock rock hard. Aimee was laying on the bed naked masturbating. I was amazed to see her pussy was very cleanly shaven. Her breasts were lovely. I couldn't help myself. I reached in my trunks and began to stroke my cock. Suddenly, I went into a state of shock. I heard Aimee talking about wanting me to fuck her. I thought I was caught. I hadn't been. She was masturbating and thinking of me. It was at that moment that my summer changed. I slowly and quietly opened the door. I got on my hands and knees and crawled up next to the bed. I slowly came up from hiding and began rubbing my hand on her thigh. This startled her.

"Oh my God!" she said, highly embarrassed.

I quickly calmed her down by silencing her with a hot, passionate kiss. As our tongues met, I moved my hand up to her soft breasts, playing with her nipples. I broke our kiss and replaced my hands with my mouth on her pink nipples. Her soft moans turned me on even hotter. I began slowly kissing my way down her body until I reached her sweet, drenched, pussy. I kissed her inner thighs, making her body spasm with anticipation. After teasing her, I moved my tongue over her clit, instantly causing her to send her luscious juices into my waiting mouth. She was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. I really didn't care that she was my sister. After causing a few intense orgasms, Aimee pulled me up from her snatch, had me lay on my back, and quickly dropped her head onto my now throbbing 7.5 inch cock. I was in heaven. I could tell that she had done this a lot. She slowly began to take the shaft in her mouth, teasing the head with her tongue. She would remove her mouth from my rod long enough to use it to play with my balls. I was in complete bliss. Soon, I could feel my loins preparing to burst. Aimee could sense it too. I half expected her to take her mouth away from my cock, but instead, she took it in its entirety. That sent me over the top. I sent waves of cum down her throat, one by one. She did not remove my cock from her mouth until she had gotten every last drop of my man juice. Once she was sure she had gotten everything, she removed her mouth from my cock and began to stroke it. 

"Can you go again big brother?" she asked sexily.

I couldn't speak. I could only nod. After my cock was back to a performance ready state, I rolled Aimee on her back and placed my cock right up against her snatch. I rubbed the tip of my man pole against her clit.

"Please put it in me Dave. Please fuck me."

I gave her what she wanted. I slid my cock into her fairly tight pussy. It was heavenly. I began to slowly thrust in and out of her. I began to kiss her. The passion between the two of us was unexplainable. I could still taste the remnants of my explosion in her mouth. The taste seemed to arouse me even more. We kept the slow pace for a while, as it was building up to one hell of an orgasm. 

"Fuck me harder big brother. Fuck me hard until you fill me with your seed."

I picked up the pace. I began slamming into my baby sister's sexy, hairless pussy. As soon as she began her orgasm, I felt my cock tense up. 

"Oh my God! Fucking cum in me!" she yelled. "I need your cum! Fill me up! Ohhhhhhhhhh Goooooooooooooodddddddddddd!" 

That last plea broke the spillway. I began pumping my manly fluids deep into her cunt, causing her orgasm to intensify. After her orgasm stopped, Aimee kissed me passionately again.

"I've wanted to do that for years," she said. "And after that, I want a whole lot more.

I just smiled at her. This was just the beginning of a beautiful relationship.



My Sister...All Mine



By modern standards I suppose we were not all that different from the average family. I knew no one who came from a complete, happy, family so our broken home didn't seem all that unusual to me. Mother was the type of woman who had relied on her beauty her entire life to see her through and had never bothered to further her education or seek a career of her own. As a young girl she had been more interested in the praise horny teenaged boys heaped upon her than being responsible. She had teased and flirted and had allowed advances by these boys that most girls her age were not allowing just yet. It was no surprise to anyone when she turned up pregnant at fifteen by an older man who disappeared the moment she announced she was carrying his child. Me. 

Forced by strict parents to carry a child she didn't want I was born and for the first five years of my life we lived with my grandparents. They raised me and gave me all the love they could in what should have been their golden years of retirement while my mother struggled to finish high school and make a life for herself, for us. A beautiful woman she didn't care about getting an education, determined that her looks would always provide for her and if they didn't, her parents would. Unfortunately for her my grandparents died a few months before I turned six only a month apart. We had no other family and she was forced to handle the funeral arrangements on her own, funeral arrangements we could barely afford.

Unable to cover the cost on what was left in my grandparents savings, savings that had been eaten up by raising me and my mother, she was forced to sell the house and we moved into a small apartment. Mother found her niche in the world when she went to work for a businessman as his secretary, personifying the image that all secretaries were buxom and easy. It was barely enough to pay the bills but somehow she always had money to spend on her toiletries and clothes and jewelry. Though I was only a child I understood she was her boss's mistress and that all these extra things were from him. Gifts to his kept woman. 

I couldn't hate her though. In spite of her selfish nature she did love me, in her own way. Often she would take me in her arms and hold me tightly, her words almost sad as she'd whisper, "My sweet little Marcus. The only man in my life who loves me for nothing." Her moments of sad introspection were few and far between, however, and never enough to inspire her to find a better way.

Her affair with her boss went on for several years and as I grew older I realized he was married though she had often hinted to the possibility that he might propose to her some day. It was a nice fantasy but even I could see that he was stringing her along. I tried to tell her that he wasn't serious but she wouldn't hear anything I had to say, stating I was just a child and didn't know anything about men and women. No matter what she maintained the delusion that he was going to leave his wife for her and she refused to accept any reality but the one she had so carefully crafted in her imagination.

I was ten years old when he got her pregnant. I can remember it as clearly as if it had happened the day before, hearing the muffled sobs coming from the bathroom as I came in from school one afternoon. I knocked on the door but she called out that she was fine and would be out in a minute. That minute turned into several minutes and it was nearly an hour later when she finally emerged only to head straight to her bedroom where she again closed herself in. Curious and a little frightened I listened in at the door as she called her boss and told him her news, that she was expecting his child.

It was obvious from the ensuing one sided conversation that she expected him to finally leave her wife now that she was pregnant. It was also obvious that he was not giving her what she wanted and by the end of the conversation she was in tears all over again, berating him for abandoning her in her condition before eventually hanging up on him entirely. I could hear her sobbing again but I couldn't move, I was frozen thinking about a new sibling, worried over matters that no ten year old should even know about.

I never understood why my mother didn't end her pregnancy, why she kept Cynthia. I always suspected she was holding out hope that her boss would see the light some day and leave his wife for her. He never did of course, but he did provide for his daughter, giving my mother money for her even after her employment at his office was terminated. Though she didn't tell me what happened I had become quite adept at listening in to her conversations and learned that she had been making inappropriate comments in the work place, no doubt hinting to the fact that she had had the boss's baby to people she shouldn't have been talking too in the first place.

She had never been overly maternal with me and she was even less so with Cynthia so much of the responsibilities for caring for her fell to me. Perhaps if Cynthia had been a boy mother wouldn't have minded so much but the older Cynthia got the more apparent it became that she was going to be stunning and it was almost as if Mother was jealous of her. As a result she was overly hard on Cynthia, cutting her down and doing her very best to make Cynthia feel inferior while she spent the money from Cynthia's father on herself rather than her daughter.

Cynthia had more spirit than our mother gave her credit for and she took her comments for what they were, jealousy, but she grew up shy and reserved none the less, especially when our mother was around. I seemed to be the only one she was comfortable around and as a result we were very close in spite of the age difference. I took care of Cynthia and grew to be very protective of my sweet natured little sister who always looked at me as if I were her hero. I became driven by the desire to give her a better life and I was a diligent student and spent most of my time studying. When I wasn't studying I was with Cynthia. The little girl had quickly wormed her way into my heart and became my reason for everything I did. 

I graduated from high school with honors and went on to college almost immediately. We lived in Boston and with my grades I was had earned myself a scholarship to BU. I lived at home while I attended college to save money but also to make sure Cynthia was alright. I couldn't trust my mother to care for the little girl as much as that knowledge saddened me. I just couldn't bring myself to leave her behind. 

I worked my balls off and graduated in three years instead of four, with honors, and with my business degree I plunged into the workforce. Fiercely competitive and determined I quickly climbed the corporate ladder and soon was the main breadwinner for our little family though Mother had moved on to a string of rich men who showered her gifts and ensured her bills were paid. Though we never spoke on it I knew she was little more than a prostitute. Just because the men kept her around for a period of time didn't mean they weren't paying for her. I learned to ignore it and in time almost forgot our mother lived there with us.

I was 26 when I bought my house in Cambridge. Though part of me wished I could take only Cynthia with me I moved both of them into my home. Mother enjoyed the more upscale living she had been denied in my youth but little changed with her. She still craved the attention, still needed the masculine praise, only now she didn't have to worry about paying the rent based on how good a girl she was and if anything she became even more wild.

Cynthia was 16 when we moved into the new house and had grown into a beautiful young woman. Pale blond hair that curled softly below her shoulders, vibrant blue eyes, peaches and cream skin that I knew was like silk to the touch, rose bud lips, she stood at 5'4 and had a curvy figure any woman would envy. Gentle by nature she was still shy around strangers but had enough spirit not to let our mother's catty remarks get to her. Though Cynthia rarely saw her own beauty she understood our mother felt threatened by her and forgave her her cruelty when few others would. She learned to avoid our mother and to remain quiet when in her presence so as not to draw any unnecessary attention to herself when Mother was around. Unfortunately that shyness extended outside the house as well and she had few friends and even fewer boyfriends. She went on the occasional date, mostly to special occasions like school dances, but for the most part her free time was spent with me, my own social life placed on the back burner for Cynthia's sake.

She had a brilliant mind and our evenings were often spent focused on her schoolwork. I was insistent that she get good marks and have the same education and opportunities that I had had and I made something of a stern task master. I was protective as well, maybe overly so, but Cynthia never questioned my authority, never challenged me, as if my governance of her was to be expected. I was big brother and father figure all rolled into one. I loved her though, dearly, and she knew that. I made sure she never doubted it. We were all we had in the world, really, and I would do anything to keep her safe and provide for her. 

She had just turned 18 and was a couple months away from graduation when she began dating a boy from her school, Jeremy. He was a nice enough boy and seemed to accept Cynthia's more reserved nature. It was all very exciting for her, her first boyfriend, and though she never said it I knew she was self-conscious being so inexperienced at her age. From watching our Mother she had never really developed an interest in boys as a younger girl and I knew deep down she didn't want to turn out like her. I appreciated this about her, knew she was level headed and responsible, and trusted her instincts. Like any parent, or surrogate parent, I had to accept that she was growing up and finding her own life.

I didn't like it though. In fact, I hated it. 

I suddenly had more free time than I had ever had and was left with finding ways to fill that time. I had always made a point of keeping in shape, weight training actually provided a wonderful way for me to de-stress so I didn't carry any negativity from my hectic day home with me, but now I was spending four or more nights a week at the gym rather than the two or three I had spent before. My already solid frame began to take on more definition and though I had never lacked in confidence I was pleased with the results. I knew I was a good looking man. I wasn't arrogant but I wasn't one of those people who feel the need to put themselves down in order to gain a complement. While Cynthia took after our mother I had been told I looked like my father. He may have been an asshole but he had given me decent genes. At 6'2 with ink black hair, hazel eyes, and skin that always looked as if it were lightly tanned I knew I cut a striking figure.

With all this free time I even started dating. Though I had never lacked for casual feminine companionship I made it clear to all the women who came into my life that my family was my priority and I could not, and would not, put them on the back burner for anyone. Some accepted this, some didn't, but I never really cared either way. Logically I knew Cynthia was growing up and wouldn't need me as she once had, but I still approached my dating life the same way, no woman ever managing to interest me enough to abandon that mind set. Though I enjoyed their company I knew they were just a substitute for Cynthia. I missed her and the evenings we would spend together but I would never say anything to her about it. No matter how much I longed too. She was my sister. I couldn't keep her with me forever. Could I?

It was early spring and Cynthia's graduation was a few weeks away when I arrived home late one evening from the gym. Work had run later than usual which resulted in my spending more time in the gym than I normally did in an attempt to rid myself of the annoyance of my day. The house was silent when I entered and I knew that meant Mother was off on another of her "dates". I refused to indulge her needless spending so she had continued to live much the same lifestyle as she had before. We had developed something of a "stay out of my way and I will stay out of yours" relationship. It was Friday so I knew it was a possibility that Cynthia was out with Jeremy and when I didn't hear the television or radio I assumed that was the case and headed upstairs to shower and change. As I reached the top of the stairs I began to turn left towards the master suite when I realized the light was on in Cynthia's bedroom and I could hear muffled voices coming from within.

Common sense told me Cynthia was in there with Jeremy and that I should respect her space and go to my own room but instinct drove me forward until I was standing just outside her door. It hadn't latched properly and was open a crack of perhaps two or three inches. I wouldn't have been able to see much at all if not for the oval vanity mirror that reflected the image of Cynthia sitting on the edge of her bed with Jeremy perfectly. They were kissing and I could clearly see Jeremy's hand slip beneath the hem of the white sun-dress she wore. Anger swelled instantly and I had to struggle with the urge to throw the door open and pummel the little prick into the ground but part of me also wanted to see how Cynthia would handle his advances. Were they already having sex? Just the thought of my sweet little Cyn letting another man put his hands on her was enough to make me crazy but I didn't have enough time to analyze the improper nature of my reaction as Cynthia chose that moment to push Jeremy's hand away, her soft voice admonishing him to stop.

Smiling in grim satisfaction I could hear his frustrated voice asking what he had done wrong, why she wouldn't let him touch her when they had been dating as long as they had. To his credit he wasn't pushy about it but the fact that he was trying so hard to get her to give in only fueled my anger and I realized with a moment of sudden clarity that I was jealous. That I didn't want another man in Cynthia's life and it wasn't just because we were so close and I would miss her. It was because in my heart of hearts I had always considered her mine and right or wrong I still did. Cynthia had turned away from him, sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him, her soft blonde curls partially hiding her reflected face from view but I could still see how she struggled with her next words.

"I'm sorry Jeremy. You've been so patient with me. I know it's not fair but I'm still not quite ready. Unless..." I saw her mentally gather up her courage, her eyes shutting tightly against whatever reaction he would have to what she was about to say. "Unless you wanted to force me." 

I was shocked. So shocked in fact that I almost forgot that I was supposed to be spying and nearly exclaimed my surprise vocally. Cynthia, my sweet angelic shy little sister, wanted to be forced? I had known women who enjoyed the whole non consent fantasy. It wasn't rape, it was a fantasy, and I understood the difference clearly. I had no problem with the fantasy and had indulged several of my past lovers in a little forced play from time to time. It was sexy as hell but I would never have guessed that Cynthia would be one of those women and I couldn't help but wonder what had caused her to develop this desire. It was true she was shy and often reserved so perhaps she craved this as a means of being released from those bonds, or perhaps she was just submissive by nature. It would certainly make sense.

Jeremy managed to snap out of his stunned silence more quickly than I did and while I stood there analyzing Cynthia's bombshell his face had twisted into a mask of disgust. "Are you serious, Cindy? Do you think I'm some kind of sick pervert who can only get off on raping a chick?" His voice was becoming angry and I wondered if her request hadn't hit a little too close to Jeremy's own fantasies, the flicker of guilt I could see in his eyes a dead give away. I might have felt sorry for the conflicted boy if not for the look of utter humiliation on Cynthia's face as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of his condemnation.

My anger returned tenfold and without hesitation I stepped back a bit and rapped sharply on the door. I could hear their startled gasps and the door was quickly snatched open by Cynthia. Her horrified gaze met mine and she knew in an instant that I had heard everything that had just happened. Looking past her to the boy who still sat on her bed I let my anger and disdain show plainly in my face, my voice sounding cold and harsh even to my own ears. "I think it's time for Jeremy to go home, Cynthia. Escort him out, please."

Jeremy was off the bed like a shot and coming towards the door. At the last minute I stepped to the side so he could pass, the desire to punch the shit out of him so strong my hands actually clenched into fists at my side. Cynthia noticed this and assumed my anger was because of her and as she followed Jeremy out I could see her eyes were glassy with tears she refused to shed. "Come right back upstairs Cynthia. We need to talk," I said quietly as she passed me. She simply nodded, her head down with eyes fixed firmly to the floor. I hated seeing her so upset but my emotions were riding high and I wasn't sure what I was going to say to her when she came back upstairs. Anger, jealousy, possessiveness; all of these emotions vied for dominance within me and underlying it all was the revelation that my innocent little sister had fantasies of being forced. More important than any of that though was the realization that I wanted her for myself. The potential ramifications for acting on what I wanted could be devastating, but I knew what I wanted and in the midst of my conflicting emotions I couldn't think of any good reason not to take what I wanted. Especially when I knew I could give her what she wanted.

I had no idea what I was going or do when she returned. I didn't plan any of what happened next. She must have practically thrown him out the door because she was walking back into her room in minutes. She began to apologize almost instantly, her sweet face distraught as the tears threatened to fall in spite of her best efforts to contain them.

"I'm so sorry Marcus. This is so humiliating! You must be so disappointed in me." 

I remained silent as she spoke, my eyes traveling possessively down her body until her voice came to a stop. When my eyes again met hers she didn't seem to notice the new way I looked at her, to caught up in her own emotional distress to see that something had changed between us. I considered my response carefully but nothing I could say to her sounded right, no words could accurately convey exactly what I was feeling at that moment. Acting purely on instinct I decided to let my actions speak for me. I don't remember moving but suddenly I was standing in front of her, her expressive face revealing her surprise as my hands rose and cupped her face. I gave her no opportunity to protest before I was pulling her towards her, my lips claiming hers with a need I had never felt for another woman.

She stiffened in surprise but I didn't stop. She wasn't actually protesting nor was she trying to get free. It was then I knew I was going to fulfill her fantasy, at least in part. My lips remained on hers, growing more aggressive as my tongue forced her lips to part for me, my hands sliding down her bare arms until I had encircled each of her wrists with my hands. I was careful not to hurt her but I tightened my grip on her enough that she couldn't pull away from me and using that grip I pushed her back until she collided with the wall. Her cry of surprise was muffled by my lips as I deepened the kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth, coaxing her own tongue to mimic the action. Still gripping her wrists I pulled her arms over her head until I could capture both wrists in my left before pinning her wrists to the wall. I made sure I didn't pull her arms so far above her that she would be in pain but my grip was firm and she knew there was no pulling free.




My Sister...All Mine Ch. 02



I am not a man that lacks confidence but as I led my younger sister, Cynthia, through the hallways from her bedroom to my own I began to question my actions. I had just pinned my baby sister to the door of her closet, restrained her hands, and licked her pussy until she came all over my tongue. It was the the single most erotic moment of my life and if her body's reaction was any indication Cynthia had enjoyed it as well. I'd heard her confess her secret desire to be taken forcefully, to have pleasure forced upon her, and though her obnoxious boyfriend had reacted in horror I had known I could give her what she needed. That I was the only one who could.

Still, Cynthia was young and I cared about her, about how she felt about what we'd just done. But, at the same time, I knew I would do anything to keep her, to make her mine forever. I had been looking for the perfect woman my whole life and had never realized she was sleeping right down the hallway. Once in my bedroom I closed and locked the door behind us and turned her to face me. She kept her head bowed, her lovely pale blonde hair falling to frame her face so I could see only a shadow of her beautiful features. 

Reaching out to cup her cheek with my right hand I gently eased her face up until she was forced to look at me, to meet my eyes, and in her pale blue depths I could see her embarrassment. Whether it was over what I had heard her admit to or what I had done to her I didn't know and didn't care, the last thing I wanted was for her to feel any shame or embarrassment around me. What we had done was the ultimate taboo, I recognized that and also realized that I didn't care, not one little bit.

"I love you Cynthia. What we just did was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced. I heard you confess your secret desire to your ex-boyfriend. I want you to tell me all of your desires, everything you have ever wanted to do or try. I will never judge you for them and am delighted that you have this wicked streak lurking behind your angelic face."

As I spoke I eased closer to her until I could draw her flush against my body, her soft curves pressing into me causing me to wrap my arms around her and tighten my grip, wanting to feel more of her, harder against me. I felt her arms rise and slide slowly around my waist as she tentatively pressed herself against me. I knew she'd be able to feel how hard my cock was against her abdomen but I made no effort to hide it. I wanted her to know how much I wanted her. We stood there as we were for several long moments, holding each other, as if becoming accustomed to this new aspect of our relationship, when I finally heard her speak.

"I love you too Marcus and...thank you. What you did...it was so much better than my fantasy ever was. And...and I'm glad it was you."

Her voice turned shy as she admitted that final secret and I could feel my cock throb in response. Drawing back until I could again see her face I smiled and lowered my head until I could capture her lips with my own. Her gasp of surprise mingled with pleasure filled my mouth as my tongue flicked out to tease over the soft folds of her lips before forcing them to part for me. Sweeping my tongue into her mouth she was quickly responding, sparring her tongue with mine and making these sexy little whimpers in the back of her throat. Her arms tightened around my waist and any concerns I had about what we had done melted away.

Finally breaking apart she was gasping for air, her kiss swollen lips parted as she panted softly, her breasts rising and falling beneath her shirt. Speaking of which, we were both wearing entirely too much clothing and sliding my arms from around her I began to swiftly undress her. I made short work of her clothing, tugging at it as if about to tear it from her body, an action that earned me a soft gasp that told me she enjoyed my aggressive actions. Finally she stood nude in front of me and I could only stand there and stare at her a long moment. She was stunning, utterly stunning, and my cock ached with my desire to spread her creamy thighs and fill her tight pussy to the limit. 

She was slender but possessed an hour glass figure that gave her a woman's delicious curves, her breasts pushing a large C while her hips flared out from a small waist. Her skin was soft porcelain perfection, her full breasts crested with pale pink nipples that begged for my lips and tongue. It took all of my will power not to grab her and fuck her then and there. Forcing myself to maintain some semblance of composure I instead began to unbutton my shirt while I toed my shoes off and kicked them aside. I had gotten three of the buttons successfully undone when Cynthia stepped forward, her hands rising to cover my own and halt my progress. Blushing gently at her bold action she drew my hands away and took over the task of unbuttoning my shirt.

The soft brush of her fingers against my chest as she finished with the shirt and slid her hands inside to run them over the hard planes of my chest was nearly my undoing. I take care of myself, I work out, and my body is a reflection of that, well muscled and defined without being disgustingly so. Her fingers explored every contour, palms brushing across my nipples until I hissed in response. She enjoyed my reaction to her, I could see it clearly in her eyes as she pushed the shirt from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Lowering her hands to my pants she undid the belt buckle and began to unfasten the button and zipper that held them in place.

I was nearly holding my breathe at this point, wanting so badly for her to touch me, to caress my throbbing cock, but she took her sweet time pushing my pants and briefs over my hips and down to my thighs, my cock springing free so violently it slapped against her belly. Hands clenched at my sides as she examined my length while pushing my pants the rest of the way down my thighs so I could step free, leaving us both nude. I wanted her to look her fill, to be comfortable with my body, but the intent gaze she fixed on my cock did nothing to help my self control and when she slowly dropped to her knees in front of me I nearly lost it completely.

I said nothing as she took my cock in her hands. I make no claims of having a porn dick, but I have nothing to be ashamed of. Slightly bigger than average at about 8 inches it was the girth that most women enjoyed, my cock being slightly thicker than the average man. I knew what she was thinking and I didn't say a word, not wishing to ruin the moment, the anticipation of what she was about to do causing my breath to come quick and harsh. 

Then she leaned forward, her lips parting so that her tongue could dart out and caress the underside of my cock, and I groaned loudly, my cock twitching in response as a bead of moisture formed on the head. Parting her lips further she took the head of my cock fully into her mouth and my hands went to her head, threading in her hair as she slowly inched her way down on my cock until she had taken all that she could, her hands wrapping around the base. 

Though obviously inexperienced I could tell she had done this before as her tongue flicked at the underside of my length, rubbing along the shaft before drawing her head back up. I let her get her lips to the head of my cock before using my grip in her hair to push it back into her mouth. I couldn't stop myself as I began to thrust my hips gently against her, fucking her mouth wantonly as she used her hands and lips to work my length in perfect rhythm with every thrust. Looking down I watched as my cock disappeared between her lips, her teeth grazing my skin teasingly with every thrust. 

Gritting my teeth I moaned every time she took my cock into her mouth, her tongue rubbing the shaft with every thrust, and soon I could feel my balls tighten. I knew I was about to cum and I tried to pull her head away but she fought me, forcing her mouth down onto my cock harder, faster, the head bumping against the back of her throat. 

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum...stop..." 

I loved Cynthia and was unsure how she would feel about taking my cum in her mouth so I tried to spare her but she wouldn't allow me to. Hearing me announce that I was about to cum she moaned around my cock, the sound and vibrations causing my moans to grow louder. My cock throbbed between her lips, those sexy little whimpers in the back of her throat sending shock waves of vibration of my length until I couldn't withstand it any longer. My hands tightened in her hair and I gave several final thrusts into her mouth, my head falling back as a loud shout filled my room.

"Fuuucckkk!!!!" 

Stream after stream of my cum filled her sweet mouth and she swallowed as much as she could before it began to run down her chin but she didn't seem to care, her hands pumping the base of my cock as she continued to work the throbbing length until every last drop of cum had been milked from my shaft. Sliding her mouth free from my still semi-hard cock she used her shirt on the floor next to her to clean her face up before leaning in and using her tongue to do the same for me.

"Oh god baby...you didn't have to do that," I groaned as I finally released her hair and helped guide her to her feet. Drawing her in against me skin met skin as my hands skimmed down her back and cupped her ass possessively, pulling her intimately against me. She met my eyes, a blush still staining her cheeks over what she had just done, and so wantonly too. 

"I wanted to. It was my turn, anyway."

She pressed against me, rubbing her body against mine, and I knew then that my composed, shy, little sister harbored a lustful side that she had never shown to anyone before..until now. And she was mine. All Mine.



My Sister...All Mine



As if realizing how vulnerable she was Cynthia finally pulled her lips free, her blue eyes wide with surprise and confusion as she looked up at me. "Marcus...wh..what are you doing?" I could read her confusion clearly but beneath that was a flicker of excitement and seeing that I smiled down at her, my body pressing into her's until she was trapped between me and the wall, her soft form molding perfectly to my harder frame until my cock hardened painfully, something she could no doubt feel pressed against her abdomen given how closely we were pressed together.

"I'm giving you what you want, sweet Cyn. This is what you want baby...I heard you myself."

Her eyes grew even wider, if such a thing were possible, as I confirmed that I had heard everything she had said to Jeremy, her own words of wanting to be forced coming back to her. I studied her face intently in those moments, searching for her reaction to what was about to happen. I would never actually hurt my sister and I needed to know if that initial spark of excitement I had seen in her was real or just imagined on my part. She tried to pull her wrists free, giving several experimental tugs as if gauging how serious I was about holding her there, her heavier breathing drawing my attention to her full breasts as they rose and fell quickly beneath the thin material of her sundress. Looking to her parted lips I saw her tongue dart out to nervously lick at the soft flesh and I nearly moaned in response.

"We can't Marcus. I'm your little sister..."

She whispered her denial, her sweet voice wavering slightly and I knew that regardless of her arousal, or potential lack thereof, she was nervous about what was happening between us. To be honest I was too but I wanted her and I was going to make her want me too. Drawing my gaze from her breasts I met her eyes, the confusion, fear, and excitement all mingling in the deep blue depths. Leaning down I again claimed her lips, my tongue pushing past her the sweet folds to ravish her mouth. Her hands began to tug more forcefully against the grip I held on her wrists but I only tightened my fingers and continued to kiss her, a kiss which after a brief hesitation she began to return with a fervor I might not have expected from my typically shy little sister had I not heard her whispered fantasy to her now ex-boyfriend. There was no way I was letting that little punk touch her ever again.

I moaned as her tongue began to swirl around mine, her lips parting beneath his eagerly now, and no longer content with just her lips. Moving my right hand down her body it came to rest on her upper thigh, my fingers gathering up the skirt of her dress until I felt bare skin beneath my touch. Sliding my hand between her thighs I caressed up her silken skin until my fingers met the barrier of her white lace panties. I pressed my fingers into the warmth of her pussy and she squealed against my lips, her body arching against mine as she tried to free herself, her arms struggling to pull free, yet as I pressed between the lips of her slit I could feel her panties becoming moist with her excitement and pushing the fabric roughly aside I forced my fingers between the wet lips of her pussy and found her clit.

Her muffled squeal became a full scream as I began to rug her swollen clit, her body writhing between my body and the wall though the line between her trying to get away and get off became even more blurred until she could barely maintain the pretense that she didn't want what I was doing to her. She was so wet and the moist sound of my fingers as they played with her clit mingled with the muffled moans she tried to hide against my lips. Finally my mouth slid away down to her neck and I kissed the tender flesh as her lips gasped for air, a whimper that conveyed her mounting arousal and confusion the first sound to come from her mouth once it was freed of my ravishing tongue.

"M..Marcus...this is wrong..." she protested yet again, almost as if she were doing so out of a sense of obligation. I knew my little sister better than anyone. I had practically raised her and I could tell when she wasn't sure about something, when she wasn't being totally honest with herself. I could feel her inner struggle, the way her hips would arch against my fingers when I pinched the throbbing flesh of her clit before she jerked away as if scalded, once again trying to keep her body out of my reach. Raising my head I met her wide eyed stare, her lips parted as she tried to breathe normally, tried to hide the fact that she wanted to part her thighs for my fingers, wanted to fuck my hand. I could see it all past the fear, past the confusion, and slowly I smiled, the same dogged determination that had made me a formidable success in the business world making me just as relentless in this situation. When I wanted something, I got it.

"Alright Cyn...If you truly wish me to stop, I'll make you a deal. For the next ten minutes I will play with your body as I please. If you can resist cumming during those ten minutes then I will leave and I will never touch you like this again. If you do cum though...then you will belong to me. Deal?"

Often while she was growing up I had made bargains like this with her to get her to do things she didn't really want to do. Usually the bargain was stacked in my favor just as it was now, but it had always worked in the past. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip and my cock jumped in response. I could see the indecision in her eyes and knew her well enough to see the desire to accept just beneath her doubt and my smile widened a moment before my head dipped back down to kiss at her neck again. I had found a spot just beneath her ear that made her shiver and I played on it mercilessly, my tongue flicking across the flesh as my fingers leisurely explored her pussy as I had yet to stop toying with her wet slit.

"Keep in mind baby...that this is your only chance. If you decline I'll just keep doing what I was doing and you'll cum whether you want to or not. This is your only chance to get me to stop...."

I emphasized my final word by gently pinching her clit, my fingers encircling the throbbing flesh as her thighs tightened around my hand, a cry that could so easily have become a moan tearing from her lips almost against her will. I continued to kiss her neck, my lips trailing up along her jawline until they were again hovering over her lips. Gently I brushed my lips against hers, a soft tender kiss, so unlike the first few, and I felt her shiver. I knew deep down that she would respond, that I would make her cum so hard her eyes would cross and she would love it, but I had to be sure and I also wanted to give her her fantasy...her fantasy of being forced. A fantasy I found sexy as hell and was only too happy to indulge.

"Um...okay...I accept," she finally agreed, uncertainty lacing her voice though whether it was uncertainty about letting me continue or possibly having me stop I couldn't really tell and honestly didn't care. She had agreed and I was going to stake my claim one way or the other. 

Smiling slowly at her reluctant acquiescence I nodded before easing my hand from between her legs. The look on her face was priceless, confusion mingled with physical frustration as I left her pussy aching and wanting. I knew she wanted to question my actions but she had given me free reign for ten minutes and I intended to make use of every second if that time. Glancing to the clock I could see it was 10:01pm and I made note of it. By 10:11 I had to make her cum or give her up forever. I knew I couldn't do that and returning my gaze to her I was struck with sudden inspiration.

At the top of her door was a metal hook for hanging clothing from. Along with her coat was a sheer pink scarf I had seen her wearing on her way out the door earlier in the day. With my free hand I reached up and gripped the end of the silk garment and before she realized what I was doing I had moved my hand from her wrists and was binding them with the scarf before reaching over her head and tying off the other end on the metal hook. She was bound tightly enough that it would require more than just a tug to get free but in all of it I was still careful not to harm her skin. 

A quick time check announced it was 10:03. Eight minutes. 

I felt her shifting, her hands reflexively tugging at the scarf as if testing her new restraints. Meeting her wide blue eyes I smiled at the anxiety mingling with excitement within her and easing my hands up behind her neck I untied the small knot that held her halter style sun dress in place and drew them down before my left hand slid behind her to grip the metal of her zipper before drawing it slowly down, the sound of her dress being undone punctuating the electrified silence that blanketed us. Taking hold of the skirt of her dress I tugged and it slid down her body to reveal she wore no bra beneath when her breasts finally came into view.

My mouth went dry at the sight of her. Her breasts were full but not obscenely large, a beautiful C cup with rosy pink nipples that just begged for my mouth. Giving in to the impulse (as seemed to be the norm for me this evening) I dipped my head low enough to capture her left nipple between my lips. Her strangled gasp only encouraged my actions and I quickly trailed my tongue around her hardening nipple until the flesh was hard and throbbing between my lips. Gripping her dress I pulled it down the rest of the way until it fell to the floor to pool around her ankles leaving her bare save for the white lace panties she wore beneath. 

I knew she was trying to resist what my mouth was doing to her but as I continued to lave her nipple with my tongue I could feel her body moving instinctively towards me, her back arching ever so slightly so that her breasts pressed more forcefully to my lips. Capturing the flesh with my teeth I began sucking on the engorged flesh, my right hand rising to cup and fondle her free breast.

"M..Marcus..what are you doing?"

Hearing her tentative voice speak as she tried to hide her growing arousal was enough to have my lips releasing her flesh so my head could rise enough to meet her gaze. Grinning at the question she had already asked me once I glanced to the clock. 10:06. Five minutes. Realizing time was growing short I again met her gaze, the intensity of my own taking her aback just a bit.

"Whatever I want for the next five minutes as per our agreement."

Without further comment I slowly fell to my knees in front of her. I had only five minutes left to enjoy her body and if she won, if she managed to resist me enough to refrain from cumming, this would be the last chance I had to taste her. With that thought in my mind my eyes fixed on her white silk covered pussy with single minded determination and reaching up I gripped the edges of her panties and pulled them roughly down her legs, her gasp of surprise and embarrassment at being so abruptly exposed to me ignored as I fixed my hungry gaze to her bare pussy. I was by no means inexperienced but I wasn't expecting my presumed innocent baby sister to be shaved completely bare. Usually I preferred women to look more mature, or so I thought, but as I gazed at her swollen and wet slit I moaned with a hunger I had never felt before for any woman.

Time was running out and I had to make her cum if for no other reason than I knew I would be incapable of keeping my word. Whether she came or not I was never going to be able to let her go now and I would rather she be mine willingly in the end. I wanted her to want me as much as I now wanted her. 10:07. Four minutes. Leaning forward my left hand reached out to grip her right ankle and sliding my fingers up her calf I gripped her knee and drew it up until I could hang her limb over my shoulder. My left hand slid beneath her ass as I trailed my right index finger up the length of her pussy, the shiver that covered her skin only serving to feed my need to take her.

I dearly wanted go slowly and savor her but I knew time was an issue. Besides, if I succeeded I would have plenty of opportunity to enjoy her body at my leisure. With the clock ticking I was a man possessed as I leaned into her, my tongue following the same path as my finger until I reached the top of her slit and pushed my tongue past her swollen lips to find her clit. The strangled gasp of both surprise and pleasure that came from my baby sister's lips was gratifying and fed the possessive need that drove me to consume her, my cock throbbing painfully in time with the throbbing of her clit against my tongue as I teased her. 

I could feel her trying to resist, trying to keep from crying out and showing me just how much she liked my tongue in her pussy, but with every lick her muffled cries got louder until she was moaning in spite of herself. Her body trembled with the force of the passion I was forcing on her as she tried to keep her body from moving, from revealing just how much she wanted me to tongue fuck her, but as I sucked her clit between my lips her hips arched involuntarily towards my mouth, pressing her pussy against my face, the leg draped over my shoulder tightening against my back as if trying to draw me closer. She was so sweet on my tongue, like butterscotch, and I moaned against her lips, the sound vibrating against her clit causing her to whimper at the sensation. 

As my tongue continued to circle her clit I slid my left hand from beneath her ass, her leg over my shoulder keeping her spread and pressed to my lips, and caressing her slit I slowly eased my index finger into her wet pussy. She was so tight I had to work my finger into her until it pressed against the fleshy barrier that told me she was still a virgin. I growled at the proof of her innocence, my finger sliding out of her pussy only to thrust back into her as I began fucking her with my hand as well as with my tongue. She was beyond trying to pretend she wasn't enjoying it, beyond feigning resistance, and her hips rolled against mine in a sensual rhythm that nearly had me cumming then and there. 

Her cries became louder and louder making me grateful that our mother was out for the evening and her pussy tightened so forcefully on my finger that I knew she was about to cum and I sucked at her clit hard as my tongue laved the swollen flesh, my finger thrusting into her one last time as her orgasm crashed over her writhing body. Her voice screamed her release as she arched her hips against my mouth, grinding her pussy on my lips, tongue, and finger wantonly. My tongue lapped at her pussy hungrily as my finger fucked into her over and over as she came, forcing her orgasm to last as long as I possibly could as her pussy milked the digit as if her body were silently pleading for a cock in its place.

Eventually she began to calm, the movements of her body slowing until she was slumped against the door, the single foot still on the floor barely enough to support her weight if not for my body pressing to her as tightly as it was. Slowly I eased my finger from her and placed a soft kiss to her swollen and wet pussy, a soft whimper my reward for teasing the overly sensitive flesh. Drawing back I gently lowered her leg back to the floor and made sure she could stand before I rose to my feet in front of her, my face and hand soaked with the moisture from her pussy. 

She was leaning back against the door, her eyes partially closed in a post orgasmic haze as her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath, her skin flushed with excitement. She was beautiful, absolutely gorgeous, and I was utterly entranced by the sight of her. Reaching up to untie her hands I let my eyes drift to the clock to check the time and slowly I grinned before letting my eyes return to lock with hers. I knew she had looked at the clock and had seen the time as well.

10:11

She was all mine.



My Sister Amy



I was always the bad kid in our family. I was the one with the lousy grades; I was the one with the messy room, the one who stayed out late, the one who dated boys and ditched church. I think everyone, myself included, was surprised when I went on to college after graduating. My grades weren’t what they might be, but I had artistic talent, and I majored in painting.

Amy came to visit me in the fall of my sophomore year. I had an off-campus apartment which I shared with another girl, Kristen. Amy was a senior that year, and thinking about going to my school after she graduated. It was great to see Amy, and I was looking forward to showing her around. We had always gotten along pretty well, considering that we were opposites in so many ways. She was the good daughter, the one who got perfect grades, helped out around the house, and didn’t date.

The first night we went out with a bunch of friends for pizza and beer. My friends all liked Amy; I was a little disturbed to see more than one of my male friends checking her out (this was my 18 year old kid sister!), but I knew that Amy could take care of herself. We stayed out late, and even though she didn’t sample any beer, she was falling asleep by the time we got back to the apartment. I made a bed for her on the couch, tucked her in, and stumbled off to my own room to catch a few hours sleep.

I had a full day of classes the next day. When I left for my morning class, Amy was still snoring on the couch. She looked really cute like that, almost like a porcelain doll, with her button nose and curly blonde hair all mussed up.

My second class of the day was cancelled; the professor had called in sick. I went back to the apartment, planning to surprise Amy and take her out to lunch.

When I opened the front door, I was greeted with a sight that stopped me in my tracks. Kristen, my roommate, was stark naked and spread out all over the couch. Her large breasts jiggled as her head rolled back and forth in ecstasy. Her long, muscular legs were spread wide, and my little sister Amy, naked as the day she was born, was crouched between her legs, her face buried in Kristen’s crotch. Apparently she was doing a good job; Kristen was moaning and groaning and encouraging Amy, running her fingers through my sisters curly blonde hair as Amy slurped away.

I was shocked, to say the least. I’d never suspected that Kristen went that way, never mind my goody-two-shoes kid sister. I had to admit that they looked like they were having a good time. “At least someone is getting some in this place.” I thought to myself. They hadn’t seen me; they were in a world all their own. I quietly closed the door and went out for lunch by myself.

The rest of Amy’s visit was pretty uneventful. Needless to say, I never mentioned what I had seen on the couch that day. At the end of the week, Amy thanked me for my hospitality and went back to home and high school. Kristen told me that my sister was a really sweet kid. I only smiled.

It wasn’t as if I was totally sexually inexperienced. I had lost my virginity when I was 16. I had fooled around with a few guys since then. The main problem was that I was socially awkward and painfully shy. At 6’1, I was taller than most guys, and I wore glasses. I was kind of a geek. Guys weren’t exactly banging down my door. Anyway, masturbation was, I had found, a much more reliable way to have orgasms. Sometimes I thought about knocking on Kristen’s door late at night when my clit was twitching, but I never did. The fact is I was too chicken.

After midterms, I drove home for Thanksgiving. I got in around noon on the Wednesday before turkey day. My mom was at work, and Amy was in school. It was the first time in a while that I found myself alone with nothing particular to do.

I went into Amy’s room to see if she still had the halter top I had let her borrow last summer. Ok, I wasn’t even fooling myself. I went into her room to snoop. 

Her room was disgustingly clean. The bed was made, her books were all neatly put away. There were family pictures and unicorns on her dresser. All her shoes were arraigned in pairs in the closet. 

She kept her toys in a box under the bed. Now, I owned a vibrator, and I guess I had expected to find one when I pulled the box out. What I found really blew me away. There were maybe a dozen different sex toys there. Some of them I didn’t even know what you were supposed to do with. There were a couple different vibrators, and several dildos; one of them so big that it was a little scary. There was what I thought was a butt plug, a double ended dildo, and were those anal beads? There was porn, too: a stack of magazines, and several DVDs.

I hadn’t been exposed to much porn; I guess I had thought of it as a guy thing. I had a couple of trashy novels in my own bedroom, but it never would have occurred to me to buy a DVD. I was curious. I turned on her computer and slid a disk in.

I was shocked at first at how raw, how explicitly sexual it was. My little sister, the sweet little girl who always did her chores, liked to watch this? It was all women, and they were fucking and licking each other in every combination imaginable. There didn’t seem to be much plot, but that really didn’t matter. The more I watched, the more I wanted to see. I could feel myself getting excited. Really excited. I looked at Amy’s alarm clock: it was one o’clock, I had plenty of time before she came home from school. On the screen, a woman with spiky pink hair was licking her girlfriend’s asshole. I let my jeans fall around my ankles, and snaked a hand between my thighs.

I watched and teased and watched and teased, getting more and more excited and wet with every scene. I was going to have to orgasm soon. I looked over at the collection of toys spread out on the bed, trying to decide which vibrator to pick out. It was then that Amy walked into the room.

I felt suddenly cold all over. I’m sure I looked as guilty as I felt, my hand stuffed inside my panties, the girls on the screen moaning orgasmically. The lust in my cunt was suddenly gone. For a long heartbeat, we silently looked at each other across the room.

In our house, your room was sacred territory. You just didn’t go into someone else’s room without permission. I felt terrible.

“You’re home early.” I managed lamely.

“Half day at school.” Amy replied. “You aren’t going to tell Mom are you?”

Tell Mom what? That I had walked in on Amy eating out my roommate? That I had found a big stash of porn and sex toys under my little sisters bed? That Amy had found me in her room masturbating to her lesbian porn?

“No, I’m not going to tell Mom anything.” I had stopped the DVD, and I was pulling my jeans back on. “I’m really sorry.” I added.

“You can borrow something if you want.” Said Amy “Just ask first, ok?”

I slunk out of her room, feeling lower than low. I hid in my own room most of the rest of the day. I finished masturbating, because my body demanded it, but it wasn’t fun. I felt that I had violated a trust between me and Amy. Why did I have to snoop? At dinner, Mom asked me why I was so quiet. I told her I was tired from midterms. Amy didn’t seem any different from usual: positive, polite, and perky.

The next day we did what has become our Thanksgiving tradition: in the afternoon we helped out at a homeless shelter; in the evening we rented a movie and ordered pizza. In spite of myself I had a good time.

After everyone had gone to bed, I tapped on Amy’s door. She answered, in her pajamas.

“I just wanted to tell you that I’m really sorry” I said “I feel terrible.”

“It’s ok.” Amy said. “Really, it’s ok. It’s just embarrassing. Why don’t you come in for a minute?”

I closed the door after me, and sat down on the side of her bed. “Are you a lesbian?” I asked.

“Yes” she replied. “Are you?”

“No.” I said “I mean I think I’m bisexual.” That was the first time I had said those words, even to myself.

She gave me a little hug, and I hugged her back. “How long have you been a lesbian?” I asked.

“Forever. I’ve know as long as I can remember. What about you?”

“It’s pretty new for me.” I replied, somewhat evasively. The fact is, I hadn’t really known until that day.

“So” Amy said, smiling mischievously, “Would you like to finish watching the movie?”

I said that I did. Amy slipped the disk into her computer. It started automatically at the place where I had left off. We sat on the side of her bed, Amy in her pajamas, me in jeans and a t-shirt, and watched as the pink-haired porn star tongued her girlfriends ass.

“I’ve never shown this to anyone.”

“I like it.” My eyes were glued to the screen.

“You don’t think it’s gross?”

“No. I think it’s sexy.” It was an awkward moment, but I could feel my nipples stiffening, my pussy becoming moist.

“Hey” Amy said “Would you like to masturbate?”

“Yeah” I whispered “I do.”

The sexual tension in the room was palpable. The action on the screen was driving me crazy. I had never masturbated in front of anyone else before; I had never watched porn before. Next to me, Amy had already stepped out of her pajama bottoms, and her hand was busy between her legs. Her light brown bush was neatly trimmed. I realized that I was staring. I took a deep breath and unbuttoned my jeans.

I pulled off my jeans and let them fall on the floor. My panties joined them. I ran my fingers through my own dark and unruly pubic patch, spreading my labia. I was surprised at just how wet I was already.

We lay side by side on the bed, silently masturbating as the movie played on. I slowly circled my clit, teasing myself as I became more and more aroused. More and more, I kept looking away from the screen over at Amy, and her busy fingers. Her pussy made little squishing noises as she touched herself.

“I’ve never done this before.” Amy said. Her eyes were closed, her fingers constantly moving. “I mean, masturbated along with someone.”

“Me either.” I said. Her pussy was so cute, so little and neat. Her inner lips were pouting like a blooming rose. 

“I’d like to use a toy now.” She said. “You don’t mind, do you?”

As she got the box out from under her bed, I pulled off my t-shirt and unsnapped my bra. My breasts swung free.

“I always admired your boobs.” Amy had pulled a large, purple, penis shaped vibrator out of the box. “I used to be jealous of you for them.”

I blushed with pleasure at that. I’ve never thought of my breasts as being anything special. 

I watched, rapt, as Amy slid the large purple toy into her hungry cunt. I was amazed at how it opened wide to accept the toys’ girth. She groaned and spread her legs even wider as she began to slide it in and out, fucking herself languidly. Acting on impulse, I unbuttoned her pajama tops, exposing her smaller, pancaked breasts. I pinched a pink nipple, and she made a moaning noise. When I released it, it stood up tall and proud. I couldn’t help myself. I brought my mouth down to Amy’s tit, tasting breast flesh for the first time. It felt delicious in my mouth. I sucked hungrily on her nipple as she fucked herself harder and harder. I snaked one hand down her flat tummy, through her pubes, to the magic button near the top of her pussy. As I sucked and licked her nipple, I felt the violent motion of the vibrator inside her, and her muscles tense and spasm. She cried out loud, gritting her teeth, spitting out words I didn’t even know that she knew. “Fuck Shit Yes Oh Fuck yes Andrea fuck my clit I’m coming!”

I held her until the shaking stopped. When it was over she thanked me again and again.

“I think that was the best one I ever had” she said “I almost blacked out.”

I was so turned on by now, I felt like I must have made a huge puddle on her bed.  Without a word, she handed me the purple vibrator, still warm from her body and covered in her juices. I had never had anything that big up my pussy. I was surprised at how easily it slid up inside me. I loved the way it filled me up, stretching my pussy, filling everything with an intensely pleasant buzz. I became aware of Amy’s fingers on my nipples, gently pinching and tugging. 

“Andrea” I hear Amy as if from far away. I was getting close to orgasm, fucking myself with the purple toy. “Andrea” she said “Can I do something?”

“Anything” I replied. She looked beautiful at that moment, naked and sweaty, her eyes on my body. She could have done anything she wanted to me.

“Andrea” she said “Can I lick your asshole while you do that?”

By way of answer, I rolled over and got onto my hands and knees, keeping the humming silicone toy inside my cunt. I exposed myself utterly to her.

I felt her hot breath between my hot cheeks, then her tongue, trailing delicately down my crack. As her wandering tongue found my anus, I knew it was too much, I was starting to come already. I ground the toy viscously inside myself, mashing it against the root of my clit. I felt Amy’s tongue snaking up my asshole, exploring deep into my rectum. I gasped her name as I came in wave after wave, pressing my ass into her face.

“Well.” Amy said when we were done. “I think I’m really going to enjoy college.”



My Sister Amy



(My first story, please give constructive criticism! It's pretty short too. Sorry!)



My little sister had always preferred me. Even when we were young, she would seem to only be content when she was in my arms, or when she was spending time with me. I was 4 years older than her, at the time this story took place I was 22 and she was 18. As she grew older she continued to depend on me for advice, and, well, just about everything. 

My sister, Amy, had a very nice figure, she had a very clean and glowing face, with beautiful, enticing eyes that just made you want to stare into their depths for as long as you could. Moving down her body she had very firm 36C breasts that were just the perfect size, not so large as to look fake, but not so small as she looked flat chested. Perfect. She had long, supple legs, too. She had a body that could drive any man crazy. 

Except me.

I always looked at my sister as, well, my sister. I never dreamed that she would look at me any differently, or that I would one day look at her differently as well. In fact, I could never figure out why any female would take a second glance at me. In my opinion, I was just an average joe. I was about 5'8, average build, green eyes. Nothing too special, but maybe I'm being too humble. 

Anyway, let's get to the story. It was the end of an average day in mid summer, the house was quiet as I took my shower before I went to bed. Some people would think taking showers before going to bed is strange, but I always thought it was very relaxing, so it became part of my routine every night, before I went to bed. 

I got out and slid on a grey T-Shirt and a pair of shorts to fall asleep in, ( I always preferred going to bed in regular clothes over sleep clothes, for some reason.). I made my way to my sister's room to give her a good night kiss on the forehead as I did every night, she said she couldn't fall asleep without it, so I obliged her. I noticed her light was already off through the crack of the open door as I approached, so I figured she was already asleep. This would happen occasionally, and when it did, I still gave her a goodnight kiss, just to make sure she had a peaceful sleep. 

I slowly pushed the door open just a little and began sneaking in. Just as I was about to kiss her, she opened her eyes and spoke, in an emotionless voice. "Go away." I froze, my heart twisting at these words. She had never said anything mean to me, even on accident. She had never denied my comfort, or my love. I stood there, not knowing what to to do or say, my eyes wide. So I left. 

Over the next few days I fell deeper and deeper into a spiraling depression as my sister continued to ignore me and look past me with cold eyes. I wondered what in the world could have caused such a sudden change in my little Amy. My girlfriend broke up with me because I refused to go on dates with her anymore, I was just too depressed. As I lay in my bed, sobbing, I realized I needed Amy just as much as I always thought she needed me. I always thought she was the fragile one that needed my protection, but without her, I was a wreck. 

I decided that I needed to fix this, I needed to find out why she was so cold. As the day came to an end and my sister was climbing into her bed, I stepped into her room and closed the door behind me. She looked at me with surprise for a fleeting moment, then her expression again changed to indifference and she turned her attention from me to the wall. "What do you want, Matt?" I walked to her bed and sat on the edge. "Amy...Why....have you been so cold to me lately?" 

She gave no response.

I sighed and put a gentle hand on her thigh, not in a sexual way, but a caring one."Please Amy...you're scaring me..." I could tell she was struggling to keep her cool demeanor, and it finally cracked. Her face exploded into a combination of tears, worry, and guilt. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to my chest, rocking her back and forth. "Sssshhhhh.....Amy....don't cry....please....just tell me what it was....okay?" She nodded and slowly calmed down until she was ready.

"I...I was...." She blushed deeply. "T-touching myself....and....I suddenly....though of you, Mark....and I....I had the best orgasm I had ever had....I was scared....I thought I was a freak....so....I thought it was best to avoid you and not talk to you....for fear of you finding out somehow....finding out i'm a freak...." She looked away embarrassed and I stared at her with a mixture of shock and pity. I gently pressed my lips to her forehead and smiled reassuringly. "My little Amy? A freak? Never." She looked up at me and smiled some, hugging me again.

I thought for a moment. My little Amy loves me, and not just in a sibling way. The way a woman loves a man. I gulped slightly out of nervousness for what I was about to do. She suddenly felt the soft touch of my fingers on her chin, bringing her face up to mine and pressing my lips to hers. I kissed her with a calm, deep, passion, more than I ever knew I had for my sister. Her eyes were wide for a moment before she hesitantly began to kiss back. 

The kiss deepened and escalated until my arms were around her waist and hers were tightly wound around my neck, our tongues in the depths of each other's mouths, exploring and chasing each other. I made a move to crawl on top of her, and she did nothing to resist, effortlessly sliding under me. She slid her hands under the fabric of my shirt and felt my warm, rough chest. I moved my hands under her sleep shirt and felt the smooth, supple skin of her belly, tracing my finger around her belly button, making her shiver with sensitivity and excitement. 

I took the edge of her shirt and slowly lifted it over her head, not rushing. I wanted this to last. She lifted her arms to allow me to do so easily. I now layed my eyes on her bare breasts for the first time, instantly making me harder than granite. They were even more perfect than I had imagined. Round, shapely, and springy, I found out as I gently grasped them. I rolled her hard, aroused nipples in between my fingers and leaned down to take her left nipple in my mouth, sucking softly as I pinched the other very gently, making her cry out softly in pleasure. 

I quickly moved down her body, becoming more and more excited for what was to come. I reached her waist and tugged her pants down and off, tossing them behind me and gently spreading her legs, revealing her dripping crotch. I licked my lips a little before diving in and devouring her young pussy, hurriedly dragging my tongue up and down her slick labia, teasing her clit with my tongue, making her nearly scream in ecstasy. I could wait no longer. 

I pulled back and tore my own clothes off, crawling up to her and pressing my shaft, slick with precum, to her entrance. I rubbed it up and down for a while, causing her to moan out of anticipation and try to push me inside of her. I smiled at her and began to push myself inside of her, slowly inching my way in. I knew of course that virgins were supposed to be tight, but I never expected this much resistance. When I was finally all the way inside of her I began to move in and out of her, like a well oiled machine, my pace steadily increasing. 

I began to pound her pussy harder and harder, like a piston pumping away. With each and every thrust she let out a sharp cry of pain mixed with pleasure. Both of our bodies were drenched in sweat by this point, and every hard thrust pushed her back on the bed. I held her knees to keep her from being pushed away completely. I felt my orgasm approaching fast, like a speeding train, and opened my eyes in fear. "A-Amy...I'm going to cum...I'm gonna pull out...." 

"NO!!" She shouted, and in desperation she quickly wrapped her legs around my waist, preventing me from leaving her. I ran out of options as my hot seed began to spew out of me and flow into her, filling her up to the point that it was leaking out of her and forming a small pool of my cum on the bed below us. 

No words were exchanged as I slipped off of her, panting. We simply sat there for a long time, thinking, and eventually we fell asleep together, not as brother and sister, but as lovers.



My Sister... An Xmas Gift.



‭‬The party had gone well.‭ ‬Five kids fed and watered,‭ ‬well partied and now snoozing in front of the TV,‭ ‬and yet another run of the Lion King,‭ ‬surely their favorite movie.

‭‬My wife was in the middle of them all,‭ ‬snoring away the many glasses of wine,‭ ‬champagne,‭ ‬and eggnog she had consumed.‭ ‬Huh,‭ ‬it happened on every occasion,‭ ‬wherever we go.‭ ‬The magic between us had been waning steadily and her latest drinking binges were not really endearing.

‭‬Still,‭ ‬she had given me three kids that were the light of my life and she knew where her responsibilities lay.‭ ‬The other two asleep higgledy piggledy on each other were my sister's daughters.

‭‬My younger sibling Fiona,‭ ‬now a single parent after her husband had unexpectedly announced he simply had to escape the pressures of married life,‭ ‬put her fingers to her lips as she covered them all with warm blankets...‭ ‬Quite unnecessary I thought.‭ ‬The fireplace was roaring and the house simply ablaze with welcoming warmth,‭ 

I followed her into the kitchen,‭ ‬and after closing the door to the living room,‭ ‬cleaned up the remnants of a good wholesome meal.‭ ‬We scraped the meat and pasta left un-eaten into a bowl,‭ ‬proudly proclaiming‭ '‬Jimmy‭'‬...‭ ‬Jimmy was Tony's dog,‭ ‬left behind when the rotter scarpered away.‭ ‬How would you go about explaining to a dog that his master wasn't coming back ever‭?

She was definitely distraught over the happening back then,‭ ‬but realized that with the house‭ ‬paid for,‭ ‬a good amount of savings in the bank,‭ ‬and her steady job,‭ ‬she could do without him.‭ ‬True to his words,‭ ‬he had just left with his clothes and his laptop computer.

‭‬Cleaning up only took us half an hour at most.‭ ‬Plates and dishes in the washer,‭ ‬table scrubbed,‭ ‬and the dog fed too,‭ ‬although in reality he had been accepting scraps under the table from the kids all night.

‭"‬So,‭ ‬what next‭?" ‬I asked.

‭"‬Well I'm pretty sure I don't want to see that damned‭ ‬lion‭ ‬video again.‭ ‬Fancy a walk‭? ‬I think the dog needs a good pee.‭"

"I'll get my jacket.‭ ‬It's quite cold outside.‭"

"It should be...‭ ‬Christmas Day today...‭" ‬she laughed.

‭‬We put on our jackets as we crept outside.‭ ‬Might as well have stampeded.‭ ‬The wife was out for the count,‭ ‬and the kids were down and out as well.‭ ‬I would put a tenner that they would sleep until mid-morning.‭ 

Walking arm in arm down the path that led to the fields,‭ ‬I wondered how Fiona was really faring.

‭"‬Do you miss Tony‭? ‬His companionship‭?" ‬I asked.‭ ‬No beating about the bush.

‭"‬Wow...‭ ‬that was straightforward‭" ‬she replied,‭ ‬holding on tightly to my arm.‭ "‬I don't know where to start.‭ ‬It was so sudden.‭ ‬So slap-bang,‭ ‬you know what I mean‭? ‬I often wondered whether it was another woman.‭" ‬She wiped her eyes.

‭"‬He called me some weeks back.‭ ‬Met for a beer.‭ ‬Seems he is still living alone.‭ ‬Told me he realized that marriage was never for him.‭ ‬He says he still has deep feelings for you,‭ ‬but married life was driving him insane.‭ ‬He said he's willing to give you a divorce if you want to.‭ ‬Everything goes to you.‭ ‬He wants nothing except forgiveness for the pain he caused you and the children.‭ ‬He seems happy living a life of solitude.‭ ‬Never seen him so calm.‭ ‬No women in his life.‭ ‬Doesn't feel the need.‭ ‬Said he has his job,‭ ‬a couple of friends,‭ ‬and his writing.‭" 

Fiona looked at me,‭ ‬nodding.‭ 

"I knew that the kids were a distraction to him,‭ ‬and I sometimes caught glimpses of him holding his head in his hands.‭ ‬But not this.‭ ‬Surely.‭ ‬And we had great sex.‭ ‬Believe you me.‭ ‬It was great in bed.‭ ‬But if this is what he wants,‭ ‬I am all for it.‭ ‬I have no problems with the kids,‭ ‬or money either.‭ ‬It's the warm companionship that I miss.‭"

I hugged my younger sister closer to me.‭ ‬We had always been very close growing up,‭ ‬and this latest problem had cemented our love for each other without any doubt.‭ ‬Growing up,‭ ‬we had shared a bathroom,‭ ‬and we were comfortable with each other's nude bodies.‭ ‬She wasn't thin,‭ ‬but neither fat...‭ ‬just the right amount of curves to make her all soft and desirable.‭ 

Beautiful rose-capped breasts that would swing just the right amount when she bent over,‭ ‬and a forever freshly shaven‭ ‬pussy that just begged to be licked.‭ ‬I had followed her lead and shaved off my crotch too,‭ ‬making my already generous dick look bigger than it was.‭ 

I had not seen her naked for many years now,‭ ‬and wondered how her body was resisting age,‭ ‬although in truth we were both youngish.

‭‬We looked at each other and kissed.‭ ‬Not the peck on the cheek you might expect from siblings,‭ ‬but a lip hugging kiss that took my breath away.

‭"‬We need to head back...‭" ‬she said,‭ ‬breathlessly.

‭"‬Do you still have the basement cinema‭?" ‬I asked.

‭"‬Yep...‭ ‬cleared a sofa from it,‭ ‬got a nice little dance floor there.‭ ‬Fancy a dance‭?"

"I'm not too much of a dancer,‭ ‬but if it pleases you,‭ ‬then yeah,‭ ‬I'm all for it.‭" ‬I replied.

‭‬The walk back was quiet and pensive for both of us.‭ ‬Arriving shortly,‭ ‬we went in through the back garden door,‭ ‬and let ourselves into the basement,‭ ‬warm as pie since it used convection heating from the fireplace above.‭ 

I threw my hat,‭ ‬scarf and jacket onto the sofa,‭ ‬and Fiona did the same,‭ ‬leaving her all dapper in her little red dress.‭ ‬She looked marvelous,‭ ‬and I felt guilty for thinking it.

‭‬The home cinema was still as smart as I remembered it.‭ ‬Large screen,‭ ‬super projector,‭ ‬and more speakers than I could count.‭ ‬A beautiful thick shag carpet and heavy curtains made for a sound-proof home-theater.‭ ‬A bomb going off wouldn't be heard outside.

‭‬Fiona selected an Internet channel with soft rock ballads,‭ ‬switched on the disco ball in the ceiling,‭ ‬and we approached each other nervously.‭ ‬The rotating ball of mirrors was a splendor of colors reflecting from the hidden spotlights,‭ ‬and we danced away under a rain of colors.

‭‬We danced closely,‭ ‬my hands just above her ass and her hands on my shoulders.‭ ‬We grew bolder and finally she laid her head on my chest.‭ ‬I was content to let her lie there if it wasn't for the fact that I began to get hard.

‭‬I tried to pull away but she stopped me.

‭"‬Don't..‭ ‬please don't...‭ ‬it's been so long.‭ ‬It's lovely to feel wanted.‭ ‬I know‭ ‬it's supposed to be wrong,‭ ‬but I can't help it.‭"

I acquiesced,‭ ‬by simply pushing into the cavity below her stomach.‭ ‬My dick grew harder in my trousers,‭ ‬until it became too uncomfortable.‭ ‬I shifted a little and she sighed.

‭"‬My God,‭ ‬that feels great.‭ ‬I've always wondered how your dick would feel when we were young.‭ ‬Sharing a bathroom with you always had me horny.‭ ‬I would wear away the batteries on my vibrator when you went out.‭ ‬Dad always wondered what the buzzing noise came from.‭"

I didn't realize it,‭ ‬never imagined it would have the same effect on her as it did to me.‭ ‬There was scarcely a year between us,‭ ‬and bathing together,‭ ‬or going nude to the beach when we were kids was hardly something that was scandalous to us.‭ ‬As I have already mentioned,‭ ‬growing up together in a small house held no secrets for us.‭ ‬Mom bathed us together from when we were young,‭ ‬and although we got separate rooms at the age of eleven,‭ ‬we still made use of the same facilities.

‭"‬I got to admit.‭ ‬I have wasted countless boxes of tissues jerking off to images of you bending over the shower,‭ ‬or soaping your breasts.‭ ‬I could never get enough.‭ ‬And listening to you pee simply had me hard in a second...‭ ‬hence my abrupt escapes.‭"

"Want to try going nude again‭?" ‬she asked with a grin.

‭"‬You have a bathroom down here too‭? ‬I thought we only installed a toilet.‭" ‬My mind was in turmoil and thinking at a thousand miles an hour.‭ ‬I'm sure that when Tony and I did this room there was no place for a bathroom.

‭"‬No silly...‭ ‬just take off our clothes and dance naked in the rain of light.‭" 

I liked her challenge.‭ ‬I was thinking whether it would be a good idea,‭ ‬and whether it would be cheating on my wife.‭ ‬However,‭ ‬all thoughts were lost as Fiona pulled me close and kissed me again.‭ ‬Her perfume lured me on as nothing could.‭ ‬It was heady stuff and was making me hornier than I could imagine...

‭‬I replied by opening the top button of my shirt,‭ ‬but she stopped me and begged to be allowed to do it.‭ ‬I smiled down on her,‭ ‬letting my sister enjoy this fantasy she had obviously been thinking about.

‭"‬Been busy slipping too much wine to a certain woman upstairs‭?" ‬I asked.

‭"‬Guilty as charged...‭" ‬she whispered hoarsely.

‭‬She HAD thought about this then.‭ ‬Wanted it.‭ ‬So who am I to stop her‭? ‬I was pretty sure she would not blab about it.‭ ‬Who else could be trusted more with a secret than your sister‭?

This was something we had never dared or hoped to do before,‭ ‬but it seemed that all the cards were stacked just right on the table.‭ ‬Gary Moore's‭ '‬Still got the Blues‭' ‬came on the radio,‭ ‬and we danced slowly to it,‭ ‬lost in the music and the magical drops of light the disco ball was showering us with.

‭‬Fiona started the show by slowly,‭ ‬ever so gently,‭ ‬unbuttoning my shirt,‭ ‬taking her time with the buttons and gliding her hand over the smooth silky material.‭ ‬Even though I had a thin vest beneath the shirt,‭ ‬my nipples stood on end as she teased me mercilessly.‭ ‬Finally all the buttons were undone and she helped me push it over my shoulders,‭ ‬down my arms,‭ ‬and off,‭ ‬to be thrown onto the sofa.

‭‬It was my turn,‭ ‬and I enjoyed teasing her mercilessly as her light shirt was my target.‭ ‬I licked and probed every nook and cranny as I‭ ‬made my way slowly downwards,‭ ‬her cleavage coming into view,‭ ‬nestling two medium sized tits I had seen many times before,‭ ‬but never in this state of arousal.‭ 

Finally her shirt was off too,‭ ‬and it joined mine in an untidy heap on the sofa.‭ ‬The song ended with a crescendo as we danced to its lovely melody,‭ ‬guitar weeping as we danced tightly,‭ ‬in a small circle,‭ ‬hugging and just feeling the warmth of our bodies against each other.

‭‬Fiona made the next move by un-buckling my belt,‭ ‬opening the button and ever so slowly lowering the zip on my pants.‭ ‬I could feel her hand against my cock,‭ ‬already rock-hard and pulsating against her palm.‭ ‬I held my breath in anticipation,‭ ‬and as she pushed down on the waistband of my trousers,‭ ‬it collapsed at my feet.‭ ‬I stepped out of them,‭ ‬taking off my shoes in the same movement.

‭‬We danced some more,‭ ‬Fiona reveling in the freedom of my body from clothing.‭ ‬I knew it was morally and legally wrong to go on,‭ ‬but this was something that we had wanted for so long,‭ ‬something we had yearned for over the years.‭ ‬And above all,‭ ‬it seemed so right to do.‭ ‬Were‭ ‬we‭ ‬to be denied simply because we came from the same womb‭?

I knelt before her and spun her slowly round,‭ ‬finding the zip at the hem of her skirt and sliding it down.‭ ‬I took a deep breath and took off her skirt,‭ ‬a tiny frilly red pair of panties coming into my view.‭ ‬The back strap had slipped into her backside,‭ ‬two globules of lovely flesh making an appearance.‭ ‬I licked on these‭ ‬lobes,‭ ‬eliciting a moan and a quiver from my sister.‭ ‬She turned round and I leant forward to inhale in her crotch,‭ ‬musky and sweaty with arousal.‭ ‬It smelled of wild roses and honey.

‭‬Once again,‭ ‬the dance continued,‭ ‬this time to Def Leppard's‭ '‬Have you ever needed someone so bad‭' ‬...‭ ‬yes,‭ ‬I DID need someone so bad.

‭‬We separated a bit,‭ ‬to allow her to take off my thin underwear vest,‭ ‬and with just a swish I was left wearing just a pair of boxers,‭ ‬that in truth,‭ ‬could do little to hide my erection.‭ ‬I stuffed it back inside,‭ ‬letting the game play on and enjoying every minute.‭ ‬My sister's lips made contact with my nipples,‭ ‬two buttons of steel as she licked and nibbled on them.‭ ‬I gasped with the sheer erotic moment of it all.‭ ‬I had to push her away because I really thought I would come there and then.‭ 

Again,‭ ‬I turned Fiona around,‭ ‬and came to the moment of truth.‭ ‬I unclipped her tiny white bra,‭ ‬slipped the loops from her shoulders and there she was,‭ ‬naked from the waist up.‭ ‬I passed my hands under her arms,‭ ‬nestled her against me and cupped her breasts with my hands,‭ ‬supporting their weight,‭ ‬and feeling them heavy and quivering.‭ ‬I brought bought my thumbs to her nipples,‭ ‬going more by feel than view.‭ ‬I grazed the fully erect nubbin,‭ ‬as big as a pencil eraser.‭ ‬Now we were beyond any sane boundary as I rubbed them ever so gently.

‭‬My sister moaned and pushed her thinly clad ass against my crotch.‭ ‬Once again,‭ ‬my dick had escaped the confines of my boxer,‭ ‬and I rubbed my dripping dick against her ass.‭ ‬We both wanted this to go on slowly,‭ ‬but I doubted how we could.‭ ‬We were already in a heightened state of excitement,‭ ‬and we knew it.

‭‬I stepped back and as my sister turned to face me,‭ ‬I could see the shine in her‭ ‬eyes,‭ ‬the sweat on her brow,‭ ‬little tongue flicking away the small beads of sweat on her lips.‭ 

We met once again,‭ ‬reveling in the feel that our hot flushing bodies gave to each other.‭ ‬It seemed as if electricity was flowing between us as we rubbed bodies,‭ ‬my erection once again threatening to break loose.

‭‬Her breasts were like nothing I had ever felt.‭ ‬In truth,‭ ‬nothing was like I had ever felt before.‭ ‬The gyrations and the heavy sex with my wife,‭ ‬now snoring away upstairs out of sight and out of mind,‭ ‬were simply child's play compared to the sheer erotic feelings I was experiencing at that moment.

‭‬It seemed that Fiona liked the feeling too as she lay her head on my shoulder.‭ ‬and we danced for some minutes,‭ ‬just enjoying the feel of our bodies,‭ ‬exploring the little curves and details,‭ ‬just gliding our hands on each other,‭ ‬every nerve awake and screaming.

‭‬Finally,‭ ‬going down on her knees,‭ ‬my lovely darling sister,‭ ‬started to pull down my boxers,‭ ‬damp at the front,‭ ‬and there they were,‭ ‬pooling at my feet.

‭‬She gasped as my dick came into her view,‭ ‬hard like a steel rod.‭ ‬Her tiny hands went to its base,‭ ‬shorn of any hair,‭ ‬and it was only with an effort that she could wrap her palm around it...‭ ‬I groaned,‭ ‬giving her a quick squeeze on the shoulder to tell her to take it easy.‭ ‬I looked down to see her looking at it in deepest fascination,‭ ‬watching her open her mouth and take the head in,‭ ‬slurping up my pre-cum.‭ ‬I curled my toes as I felt the familiar bubbling in my toes,‭ ‬and I pushed her away,‭ ‬not wanting to cum so quickly.‭ ‬I gasped in huge amounts of air,‭ ‬trying to calm down.

‭‬I pulled my sister to her feet,‭ ‬giving her an assuring smile.

‭"‬You had me on the verge of coming.‭ ‬I want this to be slow,‭ ‬gentle and special.‭ ‬No need to hurry.‭ ‬We have all night in front of us.‭" ‬I told her.

‭"‬We have many nights in front of us.‭" ‬she murmured back.

‭‬I smiled at her and got on my knees,‭ ‬to remove those little red panties.‭ ‬They were very low-cut,‭ ‬and the crotch panel hardly covered her slit,‭ ‬which meant she had either very little hair down there,‭ ‬or none.‭ ‬I hope it was none,‭ ‬since I simply loved a clean pussy.

‭‬In fact,‭ ‬as her plump thick lips came into view,‭ ‬I was happy to see that she was completely bare.‭ ‬A thick black bisecting line was all that could be seen,‭ ‬with a shiny moisture build-up between her lips.‭ ‬I tentatively put out my tongue,‭ ‬made contact with her pussy,‭ ‬and licked happily up and down those thick lovely lips.‭ ‬Fiona,‭ ‬my darling sister,‭ ‬whimpered in pleasure as she pressed against my mouth.

‭‬I got up again,‭ ‬conscious now that we were fully naked,‭ ‬and we hugged as we danced to some other song I could not really place.‭ ‬It was hot,‭ ‬heavy and slow and set the pace for us to play with each other's bodies.‭ ‬Fiona opened up her legs a bit,‭ ‬and my cock slipped in underneath her crotch,‭ ‬nestling in what seemed to be a furnace.

‭‬We both sighed as we danced,‭ ‬slowly making our way to the large sofa.‭ ‬The room was warm and this added to our libido.‭ ‬Finally we touched the soft,‭ ‬pliant furniture,‭ ‬and we plonked down heavily on it,‭ ‬our genitals losing contact with each other,‭ ‬nerves screaming in protest.

‭‬My lips went to hers and we kissed,‭ ‬tongues swirling,‭ ‬lost in a haze of forbidden passion and lust.‭ ‬We devoured each other's mouths,‭ ‬hands fumbling breasts,‭ ‬nipples,‭ ‬pussy and dick.‭ ‬We were all over the place with desire.‭ 

Finally she pushed me away,‭ ‬my back resting on the sofa,‭ ‬as she licked down to my cock,‭ ‬where she slowly lingered,‭ ‬hefting my balls in her hands and licking around them in wild abandon.‭ ‬The heat was immense as my sister finally started licking from the underside of my cock,‭ ‬up to the sensitive underside of the head.‭ ‬It was excruciatingly erotic and hot.

‭‬Suddenly she rose,‭ ‬turned,‭ ‬and squatted over me,‭ ‬her small hand guiding my steel erection to‭ ‬her hole.‭ ‬I would have enjoyed a little more foreplay,‭ ‬but I could live with this.‭ ‬I grunted as my head plopped in her tight pussy.‭ ‬As I lay sprawled beneath her,‭ ‬I could see her pussy being stretched by my thick cock.‭ ‬The feeling was that of being caught in a hot,‭ ‬warm,‭ ‬slimy vise.‭ 

Fiona panted as she slowly sat on my tool,‭ ‬crying out as she finally bottomed out.‭ ‬Legs spread out,‭ ‬palms on my thighs,‭ ‬she started moving up and down,‭ ‬and I finally had to stop her as I really felt as if I would explode.

"Stop, I feel like I'm coming already." 

"Keep going as I am nearly there too. We have all night to enjoy more" she moaned as we kept slowly fucking. "Been thinking about this for too long now."

I did what any normal guy would do in that situation. I kept pumping up on her downstroke, making sure to get all my dick inside her tight pussy. Naturally, being only a man, I did not even think about precautions and I grabbed her thighs and slammed my sister on to me as I shot rope after rope of cum inside her. It was too late to think of anything else.

"Ohhh... I'm coming... Ohhh" she ground her body onto mine, shrieking as she came, wiggling her ass and pussy over my cock as our fluids merged into one sticky potion that started overflowing onto my body.

Finally we stopped, and Fiona slumped onto the sofa, spent. I was panting like a dog as I picked her in my lap, and we started kissing again. Pretty soon my cock was hard again and my lovely sister slid onto her side, raised her leg and allowed access to my now hard cock once again.

This time we took it real slow and lasted far longer. After another orgasm, we drifted away to sleep, only to wake up sometime during the night, where I had the pleasure to fuck my sister in the ass... but I think that story will have to wait for another time.



My Sister and a Thug



I will stress that the following contains elements of cuckoldry and voyeurism so YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

SERIOUSLY IF IT AINT YOUR KINK, THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO GET OUT!

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As Jake absentmindedly rubbed the throbbing red marks on his cheek, the eighteen year old couldn't help but wonder why this was happening to him. It had suddenly started one day and had just escalated from there. He wanted to hurt Sarah badly. At any given moment in school she would appear with some new torment. Sometimes it was just words or stealing his stuff, but other times she got more... physical. He would have liked to put it down to her being a man-hating lesbian bitch, but all her scorn seemed to be directed at him for no reason, she never seemed to bother other guys. It left him feeling angry and conflicted. The bullying from the older girl was really doing a number on his self-esteem. 

Jake finally walked out of the bathroom to see his older sister, Kate. 

"Ugh...again, Jake?" she said with her concerned, soft voice as she noticed his downcast expression. 

Jake silently nodded. With a sigh Kate gently led her brother to her room. She sat him down on the bed and gave him a comforting hug.

"You know someday you'll have to tell the principal about this." Kate told her brother gently. 

Jake retorted "I tried, but the principal effectively tells me to man up because Sarah's a girl. It's bullshit, and the woman's an amazon. If I try and physically fight her she just kicks the crap out of me."

Jake wasn't even exaggerating. Sarah was an incredibly fit olive skinned woman of Italian descent who generally kept her dark hair short. At 6'1 and built like a brick shithouse Jake was pretty sure that the woman could beat him to death with her pendulous breasts if she chose. She was a star of the school's volleyball team and built for it. Jake, standing at only 5'4" and relatively skinny, was a negligible threat. 

Jake tried to hold back his frustration but tears began to stream down his face. Kate quickly wiped them off and whispered "I'm sorry sweetheart. I wish there was something I could do to help. I wish I could help you."

Though Jake knew there was absolutely nothing Kate could do, but the thought of his sister being willing to protect him made him feel a little better. Jake loved his sister dearly. She was the only person in the entire world Jake would to turn to for comfort, and she always made him feel better with her soft, gentle touch and warm smile. Jake couldn't help but notice how pretty his sister was. She had light blonde hair with smooth, fair skin. She was about 5'5", and seemed to emanate an aura of motherly love. Her blue eyes swam with care and compassion, and her perfectly proportioned body would have made her popular with both genders if she didn't attend an expensive all-girls school near their house. 

He knew all of his friends at school wanted to fuck Kate, but the very idea of his angelic sister being defiled in such a manner was repugnant to him. She would one day meet a nice guy and get married and he would support her then as she supported him now, but for now he would just enjoy sitting in her embrace.

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It was noon and siblings were just finishing their shopping. Jake had taken the shopping back to the car while his sister made a quick trip to the public toilets. As he finished packing the bags into his sister's car he noticed a white car pull up two cars beside his. 

Jake's heart dropped into his stomach, and prayed it was just a coincidence. He heard the car doors open and prepared himself emotionally. Not hearing any footsteps, Jake slowly got up and began to walk around the car only to cringe when he saw Sarah looking directly at him. 

"Hey Jake." Sarah said with a cocky smile. Jake just stared at the muscular amazon standing over him. He tried to talk but his mouth and throat were too dry. 

"What's wrong, Jake? Cat got your tongue?" Sarah said as she lightly pushed Jake. Jake was startled and fell backwards onto the hard asphalt. 

"Forgot how to stand? I barely even touched you man." Sarah pulled Jake up by his shirt and shoved him against the car. "I know it's a bit of a cliché but I need some money and coincidentally you're here so... Give me whatever you have." Sarah casually reached for Jake's pocket but her black hair tickling his nose woke him back up and Jake slapped her hands away. 

Jake immediately realized his error as Sarah's expression turned from amusement to irritation and she gave him a solid punch to the gut. Jake keeled over just as he heard his sister's voice yell "Stop!" Kate had arrived and grabbed the much taller Sarah's arm and pulled it back.

"So you're the one that's been bullying my brother! What the heck is your problem?!" Kate screamed at Sarah.

Sarah just grinned as she gave the newcomer a once over, "I was just asking for a little cash. It was no big deal."

"No big deal? You just attacked him in the middle of the road!"

Jake tried to say he was fine but he was barely able to mutter a light wheeze. 

"Attacked? It was a little love tap. Jake and I are school pals." Sarah smiled.

"Shut up!" Kate interjected. "You're an arrogant bully with nothing better to do then hurt others! You've been making my brother's life hell because you're bigger than him and think you can get away with it!" She asserted.

Sarah, who was now giving his sister and good up and down, snorted and gave her a challenging look. 

"Oh, so are you going to stop me?" She asked playfully. 

"If I have to!" Kate yelled pushing the previously grasped arm away. "I'm sick of you harassing my younger brother. Stay away from him, or you'll have to deal with me. I don't care what I have to do, but I will kick up enough fuss that this does get some actual intervention from the authorities."

Sarah just laughed, blew a kiss at Jake, and walked away. Jake was infuriated and scared all at the same time. 

Later Jake couldn't sleep at all that night. He kept tossing and turning wondering what Sarah would do next. For some reason the way Sarah had looked at his sister worried him. He eventually decided he was just overthinking it and put it out of his mind.  

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The next morning Jake quickly dressed for school. The siblings were eating breakfast when they heard a car pull up in their driveway. Jake looked at Kate worriedly but Kate just put her hand on Jake's arm and comforted him. "Don't worry sweetie. I'm going to take care of this once and for all. Sarah and I are going to have a long talk and hopefully get to the bottom of this." The doorbell rang and Kate answered it. Sarah was wearing some tight jeans and a tank top that somehow managed to show off both her well-tanned abs and an outrageous amount of cleavage. Even more peculiar was that from his spot at the kitchen table Jake caught a whiff of some brand of perfume.

"What do you want, Sarah?" Kate asked while holding the door slightly open. 

"I just wanted to talk to you. I have a few things I want to talk about and apologize for, and perhaps give a few explanations for my behavior these last few months." Sarah said with a strangely monotone voice. 

Kate thought to herself for a moment before she reluctantly agreed. 

"Go ahead, Jake. I'll take care of this, don't worry." Kate gave Jake a reassuring look as she moved aside to let Sarah inside, and though he was nervous, Jake had faith in his sister being able to get to the bottom of Sarah's issue with him. It was just in her nature. Still he kept a wide berth of Sarah as he walked out the door and went to school. 

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Jake had feigned an illness so he could leave school early. He was walking home quickly to talk with Kate about the results of her meeting. He was looking forward to not being bullied anymore; heck he might even be able to get along with Sarah now. He felt a change in the air as he walked to his house. 

Upon approaching his house, he noticed Sarah's car was still in the driveway. He wondered if the discussion that had gone on was so in depth it was still ongoing. Sarah had arrived around eight in the morning and it was already lunch now. Jake unlocked the door to his house and walked inside. 

"Kate?" Jake prompted the empty hallway. There was no answer, but Jake could hear noises coming from upstairs. He quietly walked upstairs and followed the sounds to his sister's room. The noises became louder and more distinguishable. The door to Kate's room was ajar and Jake peered inside. 

He felt his throat constrict. 

Inside he saw his greatest nightmare. Sarah was vigorously making out with his sister. The pair were on his sister's bed and his sister was pressed back against the headboard by Sarah's tanned body. His sister's pale breasts were exposed to the air and her pink nipples were sticking out sharply. Both Kate's delicate hands were pinned to the wall above her by one of Sarah's, ensuring that her squirming didn't allow her any escape from Sarah's ministrations. Jake tried to ignore the incredibly erotic contrast of Sarah's dark tanned skin and his sister's soft fair skin.

He could hear the two moaning in unison as the bigger tanned woman completely dominated his beloved big sister. He could hear Sarah talking to his sister in between kisses.

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"You like that don't you?"

Sarah kissed Kate full on the face again. The whole Sarah maintained eye contact with Kate's delicate blue eyes as she thoroughly swapped spit with the wide eyed girl. Kate's first kiss had been minutes prior and she was still somewhat stunned as her mind struggled to catch up and understand just how it had come to this. Sarah enjoyed watching the flurry of emotions fly through her captive's baby blue. She wanted to make damn sure the girl knew who and what she was kissing. When she finally felt the girl beginning to respond to her kiss she moaned deep in her throat as she pressed her heated stomach to Sarah's own in an attempt to get as much skin contact with the deliciously soft girl as possible.

Kate's response was just another quiet moan as Sarah's fingers rubbed against her engorged slit.

"All that time listening to you talk about understanding and getting along, and the whole time all I could think about was seeing your wide eyed baby blues looking up at me from between my legs as you eat my cunt."

She drove two fingers into the blonde's engorged pussy as she moved to capture a delicate pink nipple in her mouth. 

"...and these tits. It should be illegal to walk around with these babies covered up; in fact I think I'm going to make you walk around in the nude from now so I can have you whenever I want. Can you imagine it, being fucked like the hot little lezzy bait you are?"

Sarah used her other hand to idly rub Kate's flat stomach enjoying the sensation of the baby smooth skin under her callused hands. In fact the feeling of Kate's soft skin as her squirming inadvertently rubbed against Sarah's own hard chiseled body worked only to excite her captor more. Sarah's breasts were pressed into Kate's own as her hard brown nubs were driven into Kate's own soft pink ones, sending an electrifying tingle through both their heated bodies.

"I'll stop if you want me to, I may be a bit of a bitch but I aint a rapist. Just say the word and I'll walk right out the door. I don't think you're going to though. Not with nipples this hard, I think you want my big butch body to fuck your little femme one. I think underneath all that perfect sister bullshit is a hot little femme waiting to be brought out."

Kate didn't say anything in response, she could only pant in glassy eyed arousal. Sarah's hands moved to her tits, but they failed to contain the sheer mass of Kate's full breasts and so she just let her hands roam and squeeze all over the perky tit flesh. She was happy anyway; Kate's body was just so sensitive to the touch that it seemed every errant touch from the bigger dyke caused the young woman to make some new pleasured squeal.

Sarah grinned, "I hope you're ready my little slut," 

She pushed her knee between the blonde's now slippery thighs and drove it up against her tender defenseless vulva. Kate responded with a surprised groan as her pussy betrayed her as the contact sent tingles firing up her spine. And yet again her body exploded with a mighty spasm of breathless pleasure.

Kate could only bear the shame of being used in such a dirty way even as part of her wanted it to continue. She could feel Sarah's huge breasts and naked body pinning her own petite one to the wall while her pistoning knee relentlessly sawed up and down against her abused cunt. She knew she should cry out, should have stopped this when Sarah had touched her thigh ago, she should have said no when Sarah had suggested talking in her bedroom and she definitely should have said no when Sarah had kissed her mid-sentence. She hadn't though; something about the confident tanned woman had hit a chord within her she didn't know she had. So she let the horny lesbian have her way with her and lied to herself that she didn't want this.

Kate cried out in shameful despair. Her fingers helplessly clawed the air and her toes curled inward as her body spasmed in a crescendo of sinful bliss. 

Sarah grinned as she lowered the exhausted blonde down, "I knew you were a lezzy slut."

Sarah absently stroked Kate's golden hair before licking her way down the girl's sweaty body, leaving a shiny path of saliva over each heaving breast in her path. Finally she came face to face with her objective. Kate's damp cunt was practically quivering, as if mirroring Sarah's own hungry anticipation. When she did strike there was no finesse to it, just hungry Sapphic desire.

She drove her tongue deep into the girl's untouched cunt. She let her tongue roam and explore the entire inside of the cavity, conquering it as she touched the girl in places no one else had ever touched before. Kate's back spasmed at the unexpected intruder as the hungry lesbian defiled her most sacred place.

Finally it was all too much as she felt her body erupt in one massive orgasm squirting her juices into Sarah's hungry waiting mouth. Sarah just grinned and continued her assault. 

The two girls bodies strained as dyke drove the pale blonde to orgasm, over and over again, only stopping when her prey had long since stopped doing anything except the occasional moan from each orgasm. With a satisfied final lick she removed her mouth from the well licked cunt, letting the blonde finally regain her bearings.

Kate for her part couldn't believe what she had done. She could feel tears beginning to stream down her face. She was supposed to be a good older sister, and yet she had just had sex with her brother's bully. She was so confused, this morning she had thought she was good upstanding straight woman, and now she had just had spent the most pleasurable few hours of her life with a very butch lesbian.

Sarah just grinned as she looked down on the sweaty teen. She got ready for the coup de grâce as she gently lifted the confused blonde girl up to her chest, moving the pair of them into the lotus position. When she pulled the girls head to her breast Kate didn't even try to move away, so caught up in her tumult of emotions, instead the blonde instinctively latched onto the chocolate colored nipple presented to her delicate pink lips. 

Sarah watched with satisfaction as the tearful girl began to suck at her teat, delicately stroking her hair as she gently held her head in place, all the while absently stimulating Kate's slit with her spare hand, maintaining some degree of arousal in the blonde. Slowly the blonde girl stopped her tears and sobs and began to relax as she instinctively focused on sucking on Sarah's big nipples. 

"There's a good girl, no need to think about anything else. Just focus on me, there's a good girl. You did very well." Sarah whispered as she held the subdued girl. She knew right now the girls preconceived perceptions of the world had been completely shattered, and she would be desperate to latch onto any sense of comfort and stability.

The feelings of comfort sucking Sarah's teat evoked in the blonde harkened back to Kate's time as a baby, and Sarah was using that to her full advantage to get Kate used to being touched intimately by another woman, but more importantly associate it not just with rampant sexual pleasure, but safety and warmth as well. The fact that it was incredibly hot to see and feel this angelic looking girl attempting to breast feed from her was just an added bonus to Sarah.

The two remained their each locked in their thoughts as Kate's mind tried to process everything that had happened in such a short time.

Finally Sarah felt it was enough and gradually pulled the relaxed girl from her breast with a small pop, to Kate's murmured dismay. She used one hand to push Kate's chin up until the two were looking into each other's eyes, Sarah looked into the blushing girls face for a moment as if inspecting her for something, Kate instinctively looked down submissively. Sarah happy with her reaction pushed the blonde back onto the bed and dove in for a slow deep kiss, Kate went rigid for a moment before she melted and began kissing the bigger girl back in the same slow loving manner her hands roaming over the tanned girls back of her own volition, happy to not think and simply be loved on by the butch lesbian. 

Sarah grinned internally, whereas before she had been driving the girl to orgasm after orgasm with animal like passion, imprinting into Kate's mind the sheer lovemaking prowess of lesbian sex. She had broken her down and now she was making love to her slowly and delicately, allowing the tender feelings to come into the girl, fully exploiting that heady afterglow of post orgasmic satisfaction.

With every breath Kate was taking in Sarah's scent and in doing so associating it with this pleasant afterglow state. It was conditioning at its simplest, and Sarah knew from experience that by now it was just a matter of time before Kate's conscious mind caught up with what her body already knew and she admitted to herself that she was a femme who enjoyed being fucked by women and Sarah especially. 

Sarah let all that deep scheming go for now though, as her thoughts at the moment turned to just enjoying the sensation of French kissing in the buff with the hot big breasted blonde beneath her. She let her hands run smoothly over the girls sweaty sore breasts, massaging them gently, cooing all the while about how great Kate had been, praising her body, her sweet voice and finally telling her how loving she was.

It was at that moment she looked up and saw Jake standing in the doorway...

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Authors Notes/ Rants:

Alright, so with that done I can see this story going two ways:

Happy (Or the porn plot, as I like to think of it...)

Sad

Which way do you wanna see it go?