8 comments/ 164290 views/ 41 favorites Sex, Spies, and My Sister By: Art Notice: All ye censors, perverts, and oddballs - no one under 18 years of age did anything sexual to anyone in this story. They didn't in the original version either, but apparently there were ways to read between the lines and think that they did. * A little about us before I get on with this story: we are twins, Cinnamon and I. We were born late in the spring, so by the time we were getting out of high school, we were well over 18. Such is the way things were. My name is Dave. Why our parents came up with the name Cinnamon for my sister is anyone's guess, but they, my parents, always said it was just a "cute" name. I was always grateful they didn't come up with some "cute" dumb-ass name for me! Had she been anything but as good-looking as she was, she might have taken a lot of grief over it, and in fact, I'm sure she took a ribbing about her name to some extent; you know how kids are in school. In our senior year, we both had dates both got laid. How do I know she did? Ha! She was dumb enough to get caught stark naked with her boyfriend-of-the-moment (also in the buff) between her legs in her bedroom one day not too long before we graduated from high school. Yes, all were over eighteen by then, so it was perfectly legal - except in the eyes of our parents, I came home one day, figured out what was going on, and spent a few minutes watching them through the door that they hadn't bothered to close all the way. I assume the passion was too great and they had thrown caution to the wind - not one of their better ideas - and just jumped on each other without locking the door, let alone actually making sure it was even closed. The door was hinged on the right, and as you went into her bedroom her bed was on the wall to the immediate left. So, without it being very far open at all, I had what might be called a ringside seat. I got a little engrossed in watching, being the voyeur that I am, and before I realized they were home, and before I could warn Cinnamon and her dearly beloved, our parents showed up at her door. Talk about your parents going ballistic and coitus interruptus! Nothing will screw up a nice passionate fuck like your mommy and daddy showing up as your boyfriend is slipping you the bone and you are both at the point where he about to unload some of his hot creamy genetic material into your hot wet, and about to start throbbing, little pussy. I guess they thought she was an innocent little virgin. Wrong! I was pretty sure, beyond any reasonable doubt as lawyers like to say, she wasn't, but this fun little incident put to rest any doubt I might have had. Anyway, our parents were blaming the boyfriend (yea, like Cinnamon had nothing to do with it) - who was hopping around trying to get his pants and shirt on at the same time. Cinnamon was in there somewhere trying just as desperately to get her clothes back on. I thought the yelling and screaming was hysterical; I was laughing my ass off. Meanwhile, Cinnamon and her hapless boyfriend (who now wasn't the least bit hard) were trying desperately to get dressed and he, of course, was trying to get out of the house as fast as possible. By the time it was all over, my sides hurt from laughing. My parents turned to me and told me it wasn't funny, which did nothing but set me off again. No, it wasn't funny, it was hysterical! I never did understand what all the ruckus was about; they were both over eighteen. Okay, so now we leap ahead a few years. After I graduated from high school I joined the Navy. I was under the fey impression that there would be a girl in every port. While I had heard of something called a "home port," where a ship spends much of its time, I never thought of the impact of that on my sex life. These "home ports" are also in what are often called "navy towns." Unfortunately, the girls in those navy towns knew better than to date sailors. Sailors are on ships and the ships go to sea - the girl doesn't get to see said sailor when the ship is at sea. For some unknown reason, they really took exception to that. If a girl married a sailor and his ship took off for a cruise of the western Pacific (or the eastern Atlantic for that matter), she became known as a West Pac Widow (in the Atlantic they were probably called something else obviously, but I was in the Pacific fleet). What the West Pac Widows did for entertainment for the six months or so while her sailor was at sea is a whole nuther story - but then so are the shenanigans the sailors did in those foreign ports. And as for the other ports we visited, we were never there long enough to even think about starting a relationship with a girl beyond a one-night stand. I mean really, what's she supposed to do, be true to you and wait for you to come back in six months - for another day or two? I did my four years, had no regrets, got out, and started college. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Cinnamon got though four years of college, got a bachelor's in political science, which I figured was about useless unless you want to be a politician, in which case a degree in graft would be more appropriate, and got a job working at some place where she couldn't exactly describe the job and couldn't talk about what she did there. Now that sounds real political sciencey doesn't it? Then as it turns out, the place is owned by some government agency that everyone seemed to think didn't exist (more political science I'm sure). Don't get me wrong, she seemed to like the job just fine - she just couldn't talk about it and disappeared every now and then on "business trips" to parts unknown for a few days. For some reason, she was always just one step from poverty. I really had to wonder what this company paid her or what the attraction was for the lack of a paycheck to keep her there - either that or she was more of a miser than anyone I had ever met or even heard of. Most people manage to turn a profit on a business trip - not her. "Hide the hat" was apparently a foreign concept. There were days when I thought her trips were "pro bono publico" - seriously! To make things worse, she had married the king of the dipshits and got divorced a little after I started college. Neither one of them was worth a plug nickel, so that made the divorce a lot easier. I could never figure it out; why do girls who look like Cinnamon marry guys who have the looks and IQ of Elmer Fudd? Fortunately for her, she didn't have any kids. Having rug rats always makes for messy divorces. So, what does she do? Moves in with me! Yea, just what I needed. I'm trying (not terribly successfully) to put the moves on a few college girls and I have a sister for a roomie. It was, however, good timing as my male roomie had just moved out to move in with his girlfriend - at least I would get some sleep; Christ was that little bitch ever a moaner! More than one person in that apartment complex had complained about the noise that little minx made when she was getting laid - talk about building you man's ego! She had a set of lungs on her, and I don't mean the tits, though they were quite an impressive pair too - and real too. Or so my buddy said - I never got to check that out in person. Back to my sister; at least she was able to kick in a few bucks for the rent. Okay, she wasn't thrilled at being there either, but it was better than being at home and she couldn't afford a place of her own. At least she could cook and we ate well. That beat the hell out of those frozen meals I had been burning for myself and a lot cheaper than either eating out or getting food to go. There were advantages to having her around, though a live in girlfriend would have been better. I just wasn't doing so well in the girlfriend department. One Wednesday evening after a date that had gone about like they usually do, I was sprawled on the couch and on the phone complaining to my ex-roomie that I was getting horny as hell and that yet another date hadn't had any interest in putting out. Yes, I had a long history of dates that didn't feel like going to bed with me. Oh, one did now and then, but the statistics were heavily skewed toward the "not tonight" bunch. Not that I went on dates just for sex - I didn't - but it would have been nice if now and then I could find a girl who was a horny as I was. Unbeknownst to me, my sister had overheard the entire conversation - at least my end of it. "How was the date Davey? Get any?" she asked casually and with a bit of smirk after I got off the phone. She was walking back and forth in front of the coffee table and sipping on a Coke. She still had on the tight fitting dark green dress that she had worn to work. She must have really turned a few heads at work. Never mind those kids who used to jack off thinking about touching her hot little body when we were in high school, these days those guys in the office must be jacking off thinking about her and what she would be like in bed - or more like it, bent over their desks. Looking at her for a few seconds, I realized there was scant difference between her body and looks and that lovely little thing - who wouldn't put out - I had dated earlier this evening. "Lovely, and I didn't. She got me hot as hell, danced with me like she was in heat, talk about dirty dancing, and at the end of the evening, all I got was a kiss good night." I didn't want to sound like this lovely date owed me anything in that regard, so I didn't mention that she didn't drink cheap stuff, and I damn near had to take out a loan to feed her. Nothing remotely close to fast food passed over her lips - ever. We had to go to a "real" restaurant, the kind where you had to have reservations (called in hours, and preferably days, ahead of time) and where a hostess with a stick up her ass tells you "James will seat you shortly." I should also point out that James seemed to have a stick up his ass too. "Well, that's more than a handshake," she said with a giggle. Yea, but if she had done that hand shaking thing a little lower, it would be called a hand job, and that would sure have been better than the kiss I did get, I thought. "Not by much, and come to think of it, maybe that was just the final tease." I was beginning to think she was rubbing it in, but what was the point? Maybe she had gotten laid tonight, but as far as I knew, she had never left the apartment and hadn't had anyone in here either. "At least you had a date and therefore a chance at sex. I work in a large office and the only ones that have been hitting on me since the divorce are the real creeps. The ones I wouldn't mind taking to bed don't seem to be interested in me no matter how much I try to seem interested in them." I guess she didn't get laid tonight. "You work in a pretty strange office with some pretty strange people. Try going in naked some day," I suggested a little sarcastically, not being in a particularly good mood. It had been an expensive date and in the end I hadn't gotten laid and I was horny as hell. Now I had my sister rubbing it in and telling me how little she was getting. If she wanted to get laid, all she had to do was walk into an expensive bar and have some fairly well off dude take her home that same evening. It doesn't work the other way around. Actually I tried that once. A little later I found out that it was a lesbian bar and the guys in there - weren't guys. That explains why I got absolutely nowhere with anyone there. "Be serious." I said, "Maybe they're all gay," not being all that thrilled about talking about her problems. "No, I know who's gay in that building." "How?" "Oh, like that's so hard to tell!" "I wouldn't be too sure, some of them look pretty straight. Then there's the bi ones." "Well, in that case, these 'gay' ones manage to hit on a few of the other single women in the office and a few of the married ones too. If there are bi ones there, I don't know about them." "The bi ones are the ones that will hit in anything that's breathing. You problem is that you just can't seem to get any straight men to hit on you." "Right. Or the bi ones for that matter." "You'd go for a bi guy? Very surprising! I never would have guessed. He gets a little from you then a little from Brucie. But, if Brucie was bi, then maybe you could go and get a little from him too!" I couldn't help it; I started laughing. "Not likely! Not if I knew anyway. Just what I need, a guy that goes to bed with me when goes home to Bruce for a little more." "Maybe Brucie does him!" I said and started laughing. "Ewwwwww...that's gross!" "I said you could go and do Brucie too," I said, getting in one last little dig. "Oh shut up!" "Too bad we can't just simplify things and screw each other. That would solve both of our problems," I said. She had her sexual problems and I had mine. I was getting tired of being reminded that neither of us had anything going in that lovely little part of our lives. I started thinking about my date and wondering what she would look like sans that tight fitting little black dress she had on this evening; just her in her undies and a little demi bra. They were probably both black - yea, that's the ticket - that petite little body in nothing but dark thigh-high stockings, black thong panties, and a skimpy little black demi bra. Come to think of it, I couldn't remember feeling a bra strap across her back, and I did have my hand there a few times, and there were no visible panty lines. Maybe there was nothing on under that dress. Oh yea! I was getting an erection just letting my mind wander over what had to be a great little body. I had wanted to get my hands on her naked little body so badly. I had really thought I was going to get in her pants this evening too. Maybe she would turn out to be a real moaner like that hot little number my ex-roomie had. I could use a little moaner like that right about now; I could use a girl that wanted a little hot sex right about now. This wasn't our first date, or even our second, so what was she holding out for? Right about now I would like to get my hands on my erection since my date had managed to get me horny as hell, but my sister was still pacing around in the room. I was thinking of adjourning to my bedroom and taking the situation in hand when she started to speak again. "I suppose we could," Cinnamon said softly. "Huh? Could what?" I said startled. I snapped out of my daydream. She couldn't mean doing the dirty deed with her - which was the last thing I remembered talking to her about, not that it was necessarily the last thing she had been talking about; I must have missed something. Men always get accused of not listening to women when they talk; maybe this was one of those times. "Fuck" she said. "Fuck?" I asked again, just to be sure I was hearing correctly. "Yea. You know what fucking is; it's similar to screwing. The horizontal mambo? Makin' bacon? Just a little animal sex to take the edge off. It's not like we have to be in love or something," she said, starting to pace back and forth in front of the coffee table. "Oh I love you, but as a brother. Well, you know. Anyway, what would it hurt? You're horny, I'm horny, and we know each other. You slip me the old salami, I get off on it, you get off inside me, and everyone's happy. We have both cured the hornies. It's not like you have to buy me an expensive dinner and take me out to a movie and it's not like I have to feel like I have to put out because you did." She stopped and looked at me waiting for a response. I was flabbergasted. "Huh?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Really? Are you serious?" She set her Coke down on the coffee table and said, tilting her head to one side, "No, I'm just jabbering away to hear myself. Yes Dave, unless you'd rather not. I am your sister after all. Maybe it wasn't a good idea. You aren't supposed to screw your sister after all." Now she had her arms folder under her boobs. Maybe she was having second thoughts about that idea. "Oh, I like this idea. I really like the idea. Yea, I'm not supposed to screw my sister - who isn't supposed to screw her brother either for that matter - but I'm willing to ignore that little taboo." "Really?" She as starting to sound excited about the idea again. "Really." I didn't think she had a black demi-bra on or a black thong either, but I was willing to overlook that as well. After all, what she had on, a nice dark green somewhat tight fitting dress, very similar the my date's little black dress that, come to think of it, was coming off anyway. While she had dark stockings on, I suspected they were the dreaded pantyhose. Thigh-highs would be too much to ask for. I might also mention she had had some pretty nice heels on too that didn't exactly detract from her appearance. God she had great legs. They went all the way to heaven. The last time I had seen her with little on, before I went into the navy, she had worn some pretty sexy undies, so there was at least some possibilities here. Not that it really matters does it? You don't really screw a woman with her undies on - unless you are in a porn movie, and I have no I idea why that's supposed to be sexy. After all, it's all coming off pretty soon. It's just eye candy while you see it in place for a few seconds - at least I hoped it was only going to be for a few seconds. "Just how long have you had the hots for me?" she asked coyly still standing in front of the coffee table. "How long had you wanted to, you know, fuck your own little sister? Your own innocent little sister." "Innocent my ass! In case you forgot, I was there when Mom and Dad caught you with what's-his-face stark naked and between your equally naked legs and giving you his salami. Anyway, long time. Ever since I caught you and what's-his-face in the sack. About then, I noticed your great tits and really fine ass. After all, you were running around the room buck naked!" "That was a long time ago. You've been looking at your own sister all these years since that stupid incident as a 'hot piece of ass'?" "Bingo!" Well, she got that right on the money. As far as I was concerned, she was one hot piece of ass all right, though I had never used the word "hot." I went for the more subtle terms "great" piece of ass or "fine" piece of ass. She was the prototypical model of what I was looking for in women, and hence that cute little doesn't-put-out model that I had dated this evening. Yes, I know, you are suppose to look for something like your mother or something, but for me, my sister was it - the quintessential figure of a woman. You might say, with some luck, by screwing my date this evening I was going to screw the woman of my dreams. Now, how often does that happen? Of course it didn't happen to me tonight either. Uh, not yet anyway, but apparently there was hope. "My own brother the perv!" She laughed for a second and then asked, "Did you ever, you know, get off thinking about me?" putting on her shy and coy act again. While I guess I suggested it, not being really serious, she was the one who jumped on it, gave all the reasons, and I'm the perv? What's with this? It's always the guy's fault? "Maybe I did." "Maybe? You aren't sure if you jacked off thinking about your sweet sister? Ha! That means you did, and if you did it once you did it a hundred times." I figured a thousand was a closer number, and sweet sister was about it; I was thinking about her sweet tits and sweet little ass as I was stroking it. "Maybe once or twice. Did you ever think about what it would be like to be in bed with me?" I asked, turning the tables. I was pretty sure I was going to get some pretty vague answers. "I guess so. Okay, I wondered now and then." Not as vague as I thought. Loose translation: she was playing the two-finger fiddle and thinking about sex with me just as often as I thought about getting it on with her. Okay, so we were both horny as hell and thought about getting it on with each other. "So you had the hots for me too? Did you ever get yourself off thinking about your brother?" I knew the answer to this one - NO. Girls will never admit to jilling off. Never, never, never. Sex, Spies, and My Sister "No..." Got that one right! There are times when women are really predictable. "I just thought about what you would be like in bed. I got pretty hot, but I never got off thinking about having you inside me." Yea, right. "Well, maybe we ought to see what it really would be like." "I think I'd like that. Out here or in a bed?" Time to quit the banter and get down to business. "Out here will be just fine. How about starting by slipping out of that dress?" Without saying a word, she reached behind her, unzipped the dress, shrugged her shoulders forward and let it slide to the floor. My eyes just about came out of my head. She had a fantastic body! She had on something like the black demi-bra like I imagined my date might have worn. Maybe the cups weren't quite as "demi" as I would have liked, but there wasn't much to complain about. And, the teeniest little black g-string of a thong on that I have ever seen covered her obviously shaved pussy. Her pussy had to be shaved as there was no fur showing and that thong was so tiny there was no place for any pubic hairs, no matter how well trimmed, to hide. She had on thigh-high stockings, not the dreaded pantyhose. "Holy shit," I finally said every so softly. "Do you like the way I look?" She asked as she slowly turned around in a full circle, making sure I saw all of her. Now there was a loaded question if there ever was one. When a woman ask you how she looks and you want to get in the sack with her, there is only one answer; "Hell yea Cinnamon, I never knew you looked that good." I always knew she was good looking, but this was way beyond my imagination and a lot better than the last nude glimpse I had of her so many years ago. "So, how about showing me what I'm about to get." I stood up and started to get my shirt and pants off. She was about to see what she was going to get in the state in which she was going to get it - I was as hard as I could possibly be! Calling it a raging boner would be a bit of an understatement. "There," I said as I kicked my pants out of the way. "Just a perfect size," she sighed. "I think I'm going to like getting a little of that." Get a little of that? She was going to get all I could shove into her. "Now," I said, "allow me to remove what little is left on you and see everything." She reached for the center of her tiny bra to unsnap the center closing. "Let me do it," I begged. I want to remove it and that tiny g-string too. "Sort of like unwrapping a present?" she asked softly. "Pretty much." I moved in close to her. "Do I get a kiss first?" she asked. "Oh, sure." I gave her a quick kiss. "If you kissed your date like that, no wonder you never got into her pants. Why don't you kiss me like you mean it?" "Huh? Do you think we ought to like...french or something?" "If I was your date tonight instead of your sister, would you french me?" "Sure!" Actually, I had frenched my date - as much as she would let me, not that it got me anywhere. Apparently frenching that chick wasn't the key to getting into her bed. Come to think of it, expensive meals and booze weren't either. "Then let's get with the program lover! I'm your sister, but I don't like to be treated any different than any other girl you intend to lay." "Well, it's going to seem a little weird, frenching my sister, but okay." I laid a better one on her this time, parting my lips and slipping my tongue just into her mouth. She loved it and her tongue came out to play with mine. Very quickly, my hesitation about frenching my sister evaporated and I was very passionately kissing my sister, with my hand on the back of her neck, holding her to me. My other hand went to the small of her back and pulled her body firmly against mine before sliding down and cupping her soft round ass. This was really hot - it wasn't weird any longer, it was just like kissing any other really hot girl! "That's more like it," she said finally breaking the kiss and breathing a little harder. "Now that gets me hot!" I was pretty damn hot too. I guess kissing my sister, french kissing her, wasn't bad at all. In fact, I had really liked it. Now I carefully unsnapped her bra's center closing and then slowly removed it from her beautiful boobs and then off of her shoulders. She really had nice boobs - and nice long erect nipples. With the bra off, I knelt in front of her as she stood there and slowly pulled that tiny g-string of a thong off of her hips and down her long sexy legs. Now she was finally naked. Well, except for the stockings and those stiletto heels I decided to leave on her for effect. And, I was right, she shaved. There wasn't a hair on her below her neck. That tight little pussy was just as bald as the day she was born. I took a deep breath near her pussy and smelled the faint aroma of her sex. "Don't just sniff it," she whispered, "give me a lick...or two." I put my hands on her firm ass, pulled her pussy to my face and let my tongue do its magic on her hot wet pussy. She bent her knees and spread her legs some so I could get to all of her pussy. "Oh, that's it," she groaned. "Right there!" as my tongue ran over her swollen clit. "Oh yea, eat me lover, I come so good that way!" Cinnamon put her hands on my head and pulled it to her crotch. I had my hands on her cute little butt and was licking and sucking on her pussy and clit - paying special attention to her swollen clit. Pretty soon she was moaning and I knew she was about to have her first orgasm of the evening. "Oh yea, just like that Dave, keep it up and I will come all over your face. You do want me to come all over your face don't you Dave?" "Sure," I mumbled. "Then quick talking and keep licking!" she said in something of a commanding voice. One word is talking? I suppose two would be a speech at a time like this. I kept working on her clit. She now started a conversation all by herself, "Oh that's it, right there, right there...keep going and I am going to come for you, all over your face; real soon. Oh God I'm so hot and horny. YES!" she finally screamed and her orgasm started. "FUCK YES! OH FUCK YEA, EAT ME DAVE!" she yelled and yes indeed, she did come all over my face, getting my mouth and chin nearly dripping wet with her sex juices as he got off, and I mean GOT OFF! When she was finally done, she stood up straight and took a step backwards. "That was fast and furious," she said with a smile. "I was just so horny." Then a few seconds later she suggested, "How about we get down on the floor, me over you, and get into a little 69? I love so suck cock too you know." No, I didn't know she liked to suck cock. I had never discussed sex with Cinnamon that much, and certainly nothing that detailed! But, I really did like to have my dick sucked by a girl, who knew what she was doing, so I was open to this suggestion. I let go of her, and got down on the floor with my legs slightly apart. Cinnamon moved over top of me and lowered her sexy little rear over my face as she held my hard cock straight up. And, this one sexy little rear she had. Her little inner labia lips were peaking out now that she was really excited, even after having just come. I gave her a slow gentle lick. She was wet, ready, and tasted so sexy. There is just something very sexy about the way a pussy tastes when a woman is really hot and bothered. After that first lick, I put my hands on her hips and got to work her clit and pussy in earnest one more time - just about the time she took the length of my stiff cock completely into her mouth. I could feel my cock hitting the back of her throat and going down it a little. I don't know how she did that without gagging something awful, but she was doing it. I had tried doing that with a banana a few times, and could never even get close. She didn't do that every stroke or trip into her hot mouth, but she was taking it all the way in pretty often. I went to work on her even faster and harder. Either we were going to get off together like this, or I was just going to unload in her mouth if we kept this up for much longer. This woman flat knew how to blow her man! Just a few minutes later, and not far from my thinking I should warn her that I was about to fill her hot little mouth, she said, "How about we stop this and get to the main event. I am getting way to close to cumming again, and from the feeling of your cock, you are too." I was surprised that she had gotten that close to coming a second time so soon after just getting off. She must have really been horny. "Yea, I was about to warn you that I was going to come pretty soon." "Okay," she said, getting off of me, "should we do this missionary, me on top, or doggie style?" Ya have to love a choice - you really have to love a chick that will give you a choice! "How about with you on top?" I offered. "Men usually go for that one," she said with a smile. She just turned around and moved over me again. Now she reached between us and raised my cock up and moved it back and forth over her very wet pussy, getting the swollen head all nice and wet with her very slick pussy juice. "Ready?" she whispered. "Oh yea!" I raised my hips up, trying to shove it into her. She suddenly sat down on me, thrusting my hard and now wet cock all the way into her. I nearly shot my load right then and there. I grabbed her hips and kept my cock buried deep inside her while I calmed down a little. "You just about got it," I whispered. "You have me so hot and horny. And, where did you ever learn to give a blowjob like that? Damn you're good." "Well, a few girlfriends and I talked about it quite a few years ago and I finally found out what it was all about. And while a lot of them had a hard time taking more than their boyfriend's cock head into their mouth, I found that with just a little practice I could do the deep throat thing. Some of them never could do that." "Some won't let their boyfriend come in their mouth either," I added. "Which begs the question, do you spit or swallow?" "Oh, the Suzy Chapstick question huh? Yea, I let my boyfriends come in my mouth and I swallow it too. I figure once I have that stuff in my mouth I have just tasted it, so I can either gross-out the guy and spit it out, or swallow it and make him happy. Either way, I get it out of my mouth. I don't like the taste much, but it doesn't make me gag or anything." Now she started moving up and down on my cock. "Mmmm..." she purred, "this feels nice." Oh it felt nice all right, more than nice. She was very tight and very wet. My sister was one hot piece of ass, that's for sure. "Yea, you're hot Cinnamon," I groaned, "real hot. Jesus, I'm gonna come inside you real soon now. I thought I would last, but you are just too tight and too sexy." I had my hands on her hips timing our thrusting, making sure that when she came down on me, I went as far into her hot little pussy as I could. I could swear I was just touching her cervix now and then I was going so deep. "That's okay, I'm not... too far... from coming either." My hands left her hips and started massaging her firm boobs and began playing with her swollen nipples, pinching and pulling on them. That did it. "OH GOD THAT'S IT!" she screamed, "I'M COMING! I'M COMING! THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT AND NASTY!" She groaned, moaned, and screamed as she got off, and pumped even faster. Cinnamon certainly wasn't quiet. She wasn't as noisy as my ex-roomie's little minx, but she sure let me know I was getting her off. I was all I could do to hold off just a few more seconds to make sure she had the best come I could give her, then I unloaded inside her. One fantastically huge squirt of my hot sperm shot up the length of my shaft and erupted deep inside my own sister's hot climaxing pussy. That seemed to send her to a second peak in her orgasm. That first spurt of my thick creamy come was followed by what seemed like and endless stream of them - one right after another - her tight little pussy was milking me dry! I was fantastic come for me too. "OH, THIS IS SO GOOD!" she screamed, "DON'T STOP! KEEP PUMPING! KEEP PUMPING! KEEP FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEE!" "Oh trust me sis, I have no intention of stopping," I groaned. I was filling her with my come in one of those great comes that just keep going and going. My pubic hair was getting soaked as the combination of our love juices leaked out of her as we furiously pumped away at each other. When it was finally over, she just lay flat down on top of me, pressing those wonderful tits against my chest. "That was wonderful," she breathed in my ear. And then a few minutes later, said, "I really needed that." She rolled off of me, leaving a thick trail of cum across my leg. I was so tired and so satisfied, I didn't even think about wiping it up, I just let it run off of my leg and onto the carpet. Sex can be so messy. You would have thought that Mother Nature would have thought of a less messy way to swap a little genetic material. But, maybe that wouldn't have been as much fun. "Do it again in a bit?" I asked, not really expecting her to agree. There was a steak of cum across her leg too. She put her hand down to it and ran a finger around in it a little. "In a bit, sure," was all she said. She was still breathing hard. "Just give me a few minutes." Wow, this was going to be one night of passion! I lay there catching my breath too, then finally my curiosity got the better of me and I asked, "Just what is it that you do on these business trips?" "Well, I'm not really supposed to tell anyone - ever. But, if you promise to keep a secret, and this is secret stuff, I guess I can tell you a little. You have always managed to not blab about anything else I have ever told you." "Sure. You mean government secret stuff kind of secret?" "Yes, that's what I mean." "Yea, I won't tell anyone. Are you a spy or something?" I asked with greater interest. I had always wondered, but now I was really curious. "No, more like an agent provocateur." "You get someone in, shall we say, a compromising position?" "That's what an agent provocateur does. In this case, I get them, them being agents or officials of a foreign country, with their clothes off and between my legs. If they are supposed to be teetotalers, I try to get them to imbibe before the carnal act - which they invariably do. There is nothing like catching a devout Muslim in a video sucking down some Scotch and fucking an infidel woman to whom he isn't married - especially when he is married. There is someone hidden getting lots of nice juicy photos, digital of course, and a video of us in the act. Then they either do what our government wants, which is usually get the fuck out of the country, or they put them on the internet and give the address to the Web site to the countries ambassador, assuming it's not the ambassador that we want out in the first place. It's better than just whacking them - no bodies to dispose of or do some bullshit search for a missing person that we already know is dead and where we disposed of the body. And, it's less of a problem if they just leave and the State Department doesn't have to have a diplomatic flap over it." "Wow! Most fuckin' amazing! So you really are sort of a spy. I'm so impressed!" "No, not a spy, just an agent provocateur. There's one hell of a difference. I don't sneak around and I don't gather information. I just get assholes kicked out of the country. In fact, I never leave the country. I look at what I am doing as doing something for my country in a time when most people are the antithesis of what our late President Kennedy was talking about when he asked people not to ask what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country. I don't have the nerve to be a real spy." "If you never leave the country, who does that sort of thing outside of the country?" "Beats me. I suppose the country they offend deals with them. We just get certain assholes out of this country - that's all we do. Actually, we don't care what they do in another country - that's some other country's problem." "Can't our government just ask the country of the asshole in question to get him out?" "Sure, but it might cause a diplomatic stink or some form of retaliation, depending on the country involved and other factors. Once State found out how well this worked, it became the only way to go for this kind of thing." "Well, I think you have real nerve to do what you're doing. You get paid for this? Can't be much if you are given how poor you are most of the time." "It's a salary job, and no, it doesn't pay much. So, these business trips are just part of the job. It is exciting though. That and I put the maximum allowed into a 401K as I know I can't do this forever." "Aren't you afraid that someone will figure you out and whack you instead of hitting the sack with you?" "No, well, not really anyway. There is always someone watching me and taking pictures. I suppose I could get whacked, but I don't rate the chances as real high. I'm pretty closely watched. These guys I deal with are just assholes, not part of the Mafia or the KGB - not that the KGB is supposed to the KGB any longer. We just deal with errant or annoying diplomats not real criminals. Okay there is the odd known spy that we do this to as well - the ones that we want out of the country but for our own reasons we don't want to blow their cover." "Why on earth wouldn't you want to blow their cover if they were a real spy?" "We may have a use for them at another time. There may be an advantage to knowing what they are in another part of the world. In other words, it's better to have them where we want them with them not knowing that they aren't being as sneaky as they thought they were. You might say that we don't want them spying in our back yard, but if they're doing it elsewhere, at least we know who the spies are there. I suppose there is also the blackmail aspect that could be used against them at a future date." "I think I would call that tinkering with the KGB, or whatever it's called these days. Sounds like spy versus spy stuff to me." "Well, Boris Yeltsin disbanded the KGB 1995 and it became the Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation or the FSB. You might say they slapped a little lipstick on that pig and called it something else. What we do isn't quite cloak and dagger stuff. Remember, we know who they are and what they are up to. We already know they are spies. We just want them to leave on their own volition without having to let them know that we know what they are." "You almost talk in circles. Call it what you want, it sounds like one spook stalking another spook to me." "Nope. What my department does is get them out of the country with out revealing what we know. We just get them in a compromising or embarrassing position so they leave. Simple. Someone else figured out what they are in the case of a spy." "Isn't it a little weird having some peeping tom watching you while you are screwing someone, even if he is an asshole - or a spy? Come to think of it, isn't it a little weird to be screwing someone you know is an agent of a foreign government and an asshole to boot? That sounds downright kinky - or weird. Maybe perverse even!" By now she really had my undivided attention. In spite of her denial, my dear sister really was a spy! This was real James Bond shit and she was in the middle of it! "It sure was kinky the first time or two! I was so nervous I could hardly get wet for the guys. I was just about shaking. I guess they just thought I was nervous because they were such studs - in their own minds. Of course, they didn't know they had a starring role in a video. Anyway, after that I pretty much got used to it. After all, I don't like the guy and it is, in a manner of speaking, all business. And believe me, some of these guys were real stomach turners too. As far as the being watched part goes, that, I will have to admit, is actually a bit of a turn-on. I get far more into putting on a show for the guy doing the video than I do for the guy that's going to fuck me. Knowing there is someone watching and recording what's going on is a distraction, and there are a lot of times when the distraction is just about all that lets me go through with screwing some guy I would never even want to talk to let alone fuck. I sort of think of it as an acting job and I am doing the scene with a lousy co-star. But, I give it my best performance - for the camera - and my country." Sex, Spies, and My Sister You have to love a patriotic girl. "It sounds like a bit of a tough job really." "It really was at first, but I got used to it." "Just how often do you do this?" "It varies widely. There are a lot of people in the United States from other countries. Think about it. There are the something like 173 embassies in Washington D.C., there are all of the current 196 UN missions in New York, and all the various countries consulates in various cities throughout the country. How many people there are in each embassy or mission varies, but that's a lot of people, and with that number there are always going to be bad apples. There's nothing like a little diplomatic immunity to get some people to do whatever they feel like. It's not like we do one a month - it really varies. And, any given target takes a lot of research before I end up in bed with him - assuming that's what we are going to do to embarrass him - assuming it's a guy in the first place. Women screw up sometimes too, but the men are much more likely to do it." "You know," I said, after thinking about this a little, "maybe what you do is why none of the guys in the office will date you. Ever think of that?" "Yea, but I thought they would overlook that. They're supposed to be professionals after all." "Probably a bad guess. Professionalism only goes so far and probably stops at the bedroom door when it comes to that sort of job. How do you avoid all of those nasty sexually transmitted diseases that are going around? Not the least of which is AIDS?" "Well," she said and paused, "they have ways of making sure the target doesn't have anything. They either break into a doctor's office and check his records, or in one case I know of, they actually mugged the guy, whacked him on the head with something, and while he was out, drew a blood sample and had it tested. They have also been known to check with his other sexual conquests too to make sure he isn't dangerous or gave them a dose of something." "Holy shit, these are some devious little bastards you work with! Have you ever seen any of the tapes of you in bed with a guy?" I asked, wondering if they showed stag movies at the office at the end of an operation to check them out. After all, you have to check out the tapes to make sure you have the goods on the so-called 'target.' "They have to be pretty devious. It's part of the job. However, we haven't killed anyone yet. And, yea, I have seen all of the tapes featuring me. They're pretty funny really. I'm moaning and groaning like Mr. Asshole is pleasing me like no one has ever done before and I am about to come all over him. It's pretty much like a regular porn move - except that I know it's all faked. I remember watching one where I was moaning and groaning like I was in heaven and he was putting me there - and all the while I had been thinking about a little restaurant a mile or so away that was just going to have to try for dinner after I got out of this room. I totally wasn't there. It was like I was sitting in a chair in a corner of the room watching what I was doing and I wasn't terribly interested in what I was watching. I haven't really come for one of those guys yet - not one. I have done some terrific fakes, but never actually got off. I haven't even tried or wanted to. Fortunately, only our director and I see the movies. So no, we don't get a six-pack and some chips and have a stag flick party at the end of an operation. They aren't for general consumption in the office or anywhere else. I have to assume there are others outside of the office in State or somewhere that have seen them, but they don't know me and I have never met them. Of course the guys filming it gets to see it as it happens and I guess they go over it later and edit it a little." "Do these targets always clear out of the country when they get wind of the movie that they made? I have to wonder if there wasn't one or two who would brazen it out and say, Fuck it. So I'm on the Internet. There are so few computers in my country and access is so restricted that no one will see it anyway. Besides, this will only prove that I am very manly and can satisfy women." "Oh believe me, they all think they really know how to satisfy a woman. Apparently the notion that a woman might fake an orgasm with them totally escapes them - it's inconceivable. We only target men who we are pretty sure are married, supposed to a pillar in their religious community - the more pious the better - or will loose a lot if their little indiscretion comes to light. If we targeted some asshole from some dirt-poor state in the middle of Africa, there's a good chance that it probably wouldn't bother him much. So far, we have a perfect track record." "So if you suspect that sex won't work on some real assholes, what do you do?" "I'm not usually involved with that, but drugs work well." "Drugs?" "Yea, you know, dope; especially cocaine these days. We either plant it on them or sell it to them and get lots of eight by ten color glossies to send to their ambassador - maybe even a video or that transaction. Gets 'em right out of the country - and usually a haircut right about shoulder level." I had to laugh. I knew what she meant about the haircut. A lot of developing countries deal with dope transactions by removing the heads of those involved. "Just out of curiosity, just how high a level in your, shall we say, 'organization' approves these targets?" I figured it was pretty high up as there was no way in hell that some low-level technocrat was going to decide which member of a foreign diplomatic corps was going to get embarrassed and therefore have to leave the country. This probably had to be done with some serious discretion. "Oh real high! Usually the target does something that brings him to the attention of the FBI and they notify the State Department. Or, in a lot of cases, the target has annoyed the local authorities to the point where they complain loudly to the State Department. State then decides if he has to go, and usually has to consult with a higher authority. "Like the President?" "Sometimes. Usually a cabinet level will do. Sometimes State just confronts the ambassador of the country involved and that takes care of it. Other countries are known to care less what their underlings do so State skips that part and in a round about way we get notified and asked to do what we do so well. And, it takes a lot of time and effort to set one of these situation up too." All this talk about her having sex and having it made into a movie was getting me hot. You might say my mind wasn't entirely on the subject at hand. I wondered if she ever taped herself with someone that she cared about. I really wondered if I could talk her into taping a little session with me. It would be better if there was a cameraman, but I didn't think that I could go for that - someone standing in the room with a camera while I fucked my sister. Nah, that wouldn't cut it. But, we could set one up on a tripod and tape it. Kinky! "Have you ever taped yourself having sex with someone you cared about?" I finally asked. "Oh, you're turning kinky on me are you brother? No, I haven't. I guess I wouldn't mind if it was someone I trusted and knew that no matter what, it would never end up on some adult porn site." "Can we tape us?" I finally got the nerve to ask. "Maybe. We don't have what it takes here tonight, but maybe some night." "Oh, I just happen to have a miniDVD camcorder that puts the recorded information straight onto a DVD." "Jesus Dave!" she exclaimed and sat up. "I fuck my own brother in a moment of passion and the next thing you know he wants to make a porn movie with me!" Oops, I think I just blew it. "Uh, just kidding." I said, trying to calm her down. "Oh what the fuck," she said and flopped back down on the floor beside me. "How about we make the movie and you promise to destroy the thing in say six months. I don't want that hanging around. You getting married and sometime later your wife finds a movie of you fucking your very own sister just wouldn't cut it. Six months. That's it. Six months and you break the damn thing. Okay?" "Okay. I can do that." She never mentioned putting it up on the internet, but I guess she just assumed that there was no way I was going to do that, and that would be a correct assumption too. "Just what exactly are we supposed to be doing in this movie anyway?" she asked. "I sure hope you didn't have anything kinky in mind. Making a movie with my own brother screwing me will be kinky enough for me." "That was about all I had in mind. Maybe just a little doggie style with a few minutes of me going in and out of you or something like that. Mostly just missionary or you on top is what I had in mind." "Okay, well let me get cleaned up a little before we start again." She got up and headed for the bathroom. "Oh God," she exclaimed half way there, "I have come running down my legs - both of them. You really unloaded in me!" Yes I had! I needed to get cleaned up a little myself, but while she was in the bathroom, I went and found the camcorder, a tripod with a quick release mounting on it, and a few blank DVDs. I quickly checked the camcorder's battery level, and for once found that it was fully charged. I hauled that stuff back out to the living room and set it up. When Cinnamon was out of the bathroom, I went in and cleaned the now dried come off of me and otherwise freshened up a bit. Her stockings were now handing over the shower doors. I guess she wasn't going to keep them on with cum drying on them. Too bad, they would have look nice in the video. When I came out of the bathroom, Cinnamon was sitting on the living room floor not far from the camcorder. "This about the right place?" she asked. "Guess that will do," I said as I went to the camcorder and made a few adjustments. I noticed that those sexy heels weren't on her any longer. I was going to ask her to put them back on, but decided not to push my luck. "You don't have some wild notion of doing a money shot and squirting all over my boobs or on my face do you?" "No, I always thought those were pretty silly." "Good, because I wasn't going to go for that." "Ready?" I asked with one finger on the record button. "Take one!" she said with a smile. I pressed the record button and went over to her. She was kneeling on the floor so I just knelt in front of her. I moved in close and this time gave her a nice passionate kiss and pulled her close to me without her having to ask for it. It was just as hot as the last time. I could feel the heat of her body against mine and just loved her hard nipples poking at my chest. Our tongues fought quite a dual for some time before we broke it off. In the movie it was going to look like we were passionate lovers, which at this point I suppose we were; brother and sister, but right now passionate lovers. Finally we broke the kiss and she kissed her way quickly down my body and took my fully erect cock in her mouth. She seemed to be conscious of the camcorder and made sure she was positioned in a way that it could see it all - my cock going into, way into, her hot sucking mouth. She was experienced at this after all. I was getting another fine blowjob, and she was taking me all the way into her mouth. After she got me close, and she seemed to sense just how close I was getting, she stopped blowing me, came back up to my face and asked me in a very sexy voice, "Care to eat me? Want me to cream all over your face?" she said loud enough for the camera to catch. I'm sure the camcorder was getting every word. "Of course." Cinnamon lay down on the carpet and moved in to position with her legs apart. Again, she positioned herself so the camcorder would have a rather nice view of me getting her off with my tongue. "Come and get it lover," she purred. She put her hand on her pussy and massaged her swollen clit while I got into position. I moved between her legs and got to work on her. Her swollen clit was peaking out of its covering hood and just begging to be licked. So, I liked it, sometimes firmly, sometimes quickly and lightly, and then gave it a break and sucked on her delicious and swollen inner pussy lips. It wasn't long before I had her squirming and moaning. "Put a finger in me," she begged. "I need something to squeeze." I put two fingers inside her and resumed my work on her waiting clit. I could tell she was getting very close to coming. Now I began moving my fingers in and out of her, slowly at first and then picking up the speed. "OH GOD, YES!" she screamed. "THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! I'M GONNA...I'M GONNA...OH SHIT, I'M COMING!!!!!!!" I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers and her body shake as he got off on my tongue. I kept my mouth firmly against her climaxing pussy as kept licking at her throbbing clit. It was another long good one for her. Some women really get off when they're eaten, and she was one of them. "Oh that was great," she breathed when her climax finally subsided. "Really great. Now how about putting your nice hard cock inside me and giving me another come." She lay there with her chest heaving, trying to catch her breath. I was hard and ready all right and slowly moved over her and into position. I was taking my time to let her catch her breath a little before doing it all over again. She, however, was in a bit of a hurry. She wrapped her legs around me and raised her bottom off of the floor to meet my cock. She reached between us, took hold of it, and guided it into her now very wet pussy. There was a loud groan from us as I sank it all the way into her in one long delicious thrust. I hoped the camcorder was catching it all. I leaned over and kissed her again. "Your face smells like pussy," she said with a giggle. "Anyone I know?" I didn't answer, I moved my head down her chest and sucked on one of her delicious long hard nipples as I pumped my rigid cock and in and out of her clenching wet pussy. My very own sister was one marvelous fuck. After pumping away inside her for a little while, and enjoying her marvelous nipples. I decided it was time for a little doggie style fucking and to hold the camcorder and have it record my hard cock going in and out of Cinnamon's nice tight and very wet pussy. "How about we do a little doggie style and I get that on the video?" I suggested. "This is pretty nice, but okay. I would rather come all over your nice cock this way rather than doggie, but we can do that for a little." We separated and I put the camcorder on pause and removed it from the tripod. Cinnamon got on all fours and waited for me. With the camcorder now in my hand, I turned it back on and used my other hand to guide my cock into Cinnamon's waiting pussy. My cock was all wet and glistening in the viewfinder as I slid it all the way into her, going all the way in with one slow push. Now I recorded my cock going in and out of my sister. Her pussy seemed to be wiping that slick sex juice off of me each time I came back out of her. It was so hot to watch, and even hotter recording it. Probably more for the camcorder than anything, she started moaning a little louder. Pretty soon she put her head and shoulders down on the floor. That afforded the camcorder an even better shot of my cock going in and out of her pussy. It also caused my cock to have to bend a little as it went in and out, getting me even closer to coming. It wasn't long before I felt the need to stop and put the camcorder back on the tripod. Either that or I was going to unload my come into my sister in just a few more seconds! "Time to put this back on the tripod and get back to what we were doing," I said. "Getting a little excited are we?" she asked. "Getting a little close for comfort? About ready to squirt in you sister?" "You have that right!" I said as I returned the camcorder to the tripod. "How about we go back to good old missionary like we were?" "That's good," she said rolling over onto her back and getting into roughly the same place she had been before. "I love to come that way." "Better than on top?" "That's okay too, but given a preference, I think I like being on the bottom best." I turned the camcorder back on, got back between her legs and slipped back inside her tight little pussy. "Nice and fast," she demanded. "Fuck me nice and hard; make me feel it. Really fuck me," she growled. I thought I was doing it sort of hard, but I stepped up the pace and started to really slam it into her. That got her to moaning more and more. I had to put my hands under her shoulders and hang onto her to keep from sliding her across the floor. I was beginning to wonder if we weren't both going to have rug burns after this was over. Maybe the bed would have been a better idea. Too late now. I kept pumping my cock in and out of her and doing it nice and hard too. From the sound of her moaning, she was getting close, and this sort of fucking was sure getting me to the point of no return very quickly. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my back, keeping her little bottom off of the floor. Now her fingernails began to rake my back; it was nearly painful, but at the same time highly erotic. "OH GOD YES," she screamed. "I'M GONNA COME REAL SOON...REAL SOON. FUCK ME NICE AND HARD DAVE. FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" That was it, I couldn't take it any longer I had hit the point of no return and then some. "I'M COMING!" I screamed, "OH GOD YES, I'M COMING!" I felt that first delicious blast of come start up my hard cock shaft and launch itself deep inside my sister's pussy. It was so intense that I stopped pumping for a few seconds while the first few spurts of my thick hot sperm shot into her. Only then could I resume pumping away at her again, going just as hard and fast as before. Now she started to climax again. "OH YEA, I'M COMING TOO!" Cinnamon shrieked. "OH FUCK ME DAVE, FUCK ME - FUCK ME!" There was a lot of moaning and groaning from both of us as I unloaded another load of my hot sperm into her waiting throbbing pussy. It was another marvelous come that lasted and then seemed to catch a second wind and another peak before it was finally over. From the sound Cinnamon was making, it sounded like hers was about the same. I lay there on top of her for a minute or so before removing myself from her and turning the camcorder off. Still breathing hard, I flopped down on the carpet next to her. "Thanks," I said, "you were great!" "You weren't too bad yourself," she said still breathing hard. We lay there for a while catching our breath. "It was nice to be able to tell someone what I do just for once." Cinnamon said after a few minutes. "I have to lie my ass off to everyone else. I haven't even told our parents the truth, and I don't think I would dare either. Dad would go ballistic and I'm not sure how Mom would take it." "I'm not sure how they would take it, but I imagine it wouldn't be with wild enthusiasm," I offered. "Who actually owns this little operation anyway?" "Airline Consultant Management? Originally it started out as a function of a secret presidential finding well before 9-11. The original concept, as I understood it, was to be a joint NSA and Secret Service venture, but the Secret Service, basically being cops, didn't want to sully their sterling reputation with doing underhanded deeds that they were absolutely sure were going to get out of hand that would result in dead bodies lying around that Congress would ask questions about sooner or later. The NSA had a lot more faith in its people and set up the operation. The CIA, by the way, is not chartered to do dirty deeds to people in-country and was a little leery of this in the first place; not that they didn't think they could do it - they were sure they could - it just wasn't their bailiwick. They, like the Secret Service were pretty sure some amateurs were going to screw it up royally. So, the NSA got the job. However, post 9-11 various operations, departments, and such were traded around like so many baseball trading cards. Right now I really don't know who claims Airline Consultant Management as theirs. That part is really secret and on a need to know basis, and believe me, they don't think I need to know. I wouldn't be surprised if it was owned by Homeland Security the way they have scooped operations they happen to like." Sex, Spies, and My Sister "Interesting. Even some of the spooks don't know who owns them." "I'm telling you, we aren't spooks." "Okay." I wasn't going to argue that point, but if a spook agency owns you - which ever one that might be - and you deal with spooks, you are a spook operation. It's back to that thing about if it looks like a duck, and it walks like and duck and so on, it's a duck." Finally, we cleaned ourselves up and got dressed. After dinner that evening we watched the video we had just made. It was pretty amateurish even by amateur fuck flick standards, but it was definitely hot watching me fuck my own sister in a video. Later that evening we got it on one more time. We had taken a shower together and I got so hot and bothered that I just couldn't keep my hands off of her. I guess it had been the combination of watching myself fucking her in the video we had made and watching her get all soapy in the shower. We used my bed this time and made a nice large wet spot that I cherished the rest of the night - she had insisted in sleeping in her own bed. I guess she didn't want to be bothered in the morning, which is precisely what I would have done had she been in my bed when I woke up. We were really horny that day. We didn't do anything the next night; I had a test to study for, a paper to write, and Cinnamon was out on a date until nearly midnight. When she did get back to the apartment, she said the date had been okay, but he just wasn't her type. No sex for her. The next night was Friday night. I had finally managed to get a date for the evening; a cute girl, Cindy, I had met months earlier and had taken out a time or two, but to date hadn't managed to get into my bed. Cinnamon had gone out with a girlfriend and said she would be out late. I took that as a hint that if I needed the place, I could bed my date in private - always a good thing - assuming I could get her into my bed in the first place. This date went pretty well. I took her out to dinner and didn't spend a fortune doing it, we went to a club and had a nice rowdy time, and when I invited her up to my place, she accepted! That last part just about bowled me over. Cindy and I sat around for a while, enjoying a beer or two, and after a bit she noticed my small stack of DVD movies. She rummaged through them and found one that she liked and asked if we could just sit and watch it. Of course! Well, we sat and watched it and cuddled. One thing led to another, and by the time the movie was over, we were so involved with each other that we didn't notice it until the DVD had been ejected by the player. We left it and went to my bedroom. Since I did have a roomie, unlike my sister and what's-his-face many years ago, we closed the bedroom door - tight. Now this girl was hot in bed. She gave me one hell of a blowjob, swallowing all I could give her, and then sat on my face while I ate her to a screaming - and I do mean screaming - orgasm. I was a little worried that the neighbors would call the super or the cops, but nothing happened. We decided we needed another beer to recover from that little warm-up. Little Cindy (she was rather short) had paraded around the apartment in the nude, not the least bit modest, and raided the fridge for the beers. That alone was just about enough for me to want her again right then. This was another girl in my life that was remarkably similar to my sister. She was short, thin, had great tits and ass, and great legs. She looked good going around bare foot, and I would have loved to have seen her in heels, but she had worn flats tonight so there was no asking her to walk around with her heels on - which I wonder if she would have done even if I had asked. Would she think I was a pervert if I had asked her to do that? I was more than willing to appreciate what I had at the moment. We drank the beer, talked, and then got it on with each other again. We started out with her on top and ended up with her on the bottom - and another screaming orgasm, though I think the last one was a little softer than the first one. If we had done it again, I'm sure there would have been complaints, but so far no one had come knocking on the door. Unfortunately, Cindy had to work the next day and so she didn't want to spend the night. I had to work on Saturday too, but I was willing to overlook that if Cindy would spend the night - she wouldn't. We took a shower together, and I almost got her again after that, but she had to get going. She finally got dressed and left. I went back and flopped down on my bed with nothing on but my shorts. I was one happy camper. I had just been laid by a really cute girl and there was every chance that I could date her again and maybe have a repeat! Not to leave out that Cindy was just fun to be with in the first place. I was laying on the bed on my back when the bedroom door suddenly opened and Cinnamon stood in the doorway completely naked. She was back-lit by the lights in the living room, and it was like a vision from heaven. "I sure hope you saved a little of whatever you gave her for me!" she said with a smile. "I thought the cops were going to show up. Whatever it was, I really want some of it if it makes a girl scream like that!" "Yea, she was a little noisy." Then it hit me; Cinnamon was supposed to be out late. If she was going to be out late, what was she doing here and how did she know that Cindy had been that loud? "I thought you were going to be out late. When did you get back? Back early enough to hear Cindy." "Cindy huh? Oh, Barbara and I went out to eat, but she wasn't feeling all that great so we called it a night early. I was here and in my bedroom reading a book for about an hour before you and Mona got here." "Her name is Cindy." "I call 'em like I hear 'em. Anyway, that was quite a show she put on. As one girl's opinion of another, it was very impressive. You two sure made it impossible to read a book." She came in and sat on the edge of the bed. "Oh. Sorry. I really thought you were out." "We're roommates, not lovers or dating. It's okay, really. She was your date for the evening and I'm glad you finally got laid. I just hope you saved a little for me, because after hearing the two of you for well over an hour, I'm horny as hell and want some of whatever she got that made her scream like that." "It was about the same thing you got the other night. She was just a little expressive about what she was getting." "I'll say. I think the neighbors probably knew she as pretty thrilled too. What did you do to her the first time she got off? That must have been really good." She reached over and give my hardening dick a few strokes. "Nothing much. I ate her. She sat on my face and I ate her. I think she was really horny about then and that's why it was so good for her - I guess. She said the face-sitting thing got her off faster and better than on her back. To each her own." Thankfully, Cindy and I had taken and shower after we had made love and in spite of my desire to do so again, we hadn't done the deed again before she left - I was nice and clean for Cinnamon, who probably knew that too. I'm not sure that she would have wanted me with some other woman's juices drying on the parts that I would be putting inside her - but then you never know. Anyway, I was clean and ready for her. I was probably going to pay for this at work tomorrow, but right now, the hell with work. When your sex life sucks and then it suddenly takes a turn for the better, you grab all you can get. "She sat on you face? I haven't tried that in a long time and the last time was with a guy who didn't have a clue about eating a girl. Just stay where you are," she said in a commanding voice. Cinnamon climbed onto the bed and maneuvered herself over me so that her knees were just above my head, and then lowered her sexy little bottom until her shaved, hot pussy was over my mouth. She put her hands on the headboard and said, "Lick away lover. I want to come like Cindy did." Nothing like having a standard. "You going to be as loud?" "No, I think I'll give our neighbors a break for the rest of the night." So much for getting some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a rough day, but for right now I was living for the moment. I put my hands on her shapely ass and pulled her down just a little more and started licking her hot little sex slit. She was really wet! Apparently she had gotten really hot listening to Cindy. It didn't take long before my sister was moaning as I licked her swollen clit and sucked on her now extended inner sex lips. She was going to get off all right and soon too from the sounds she was making. "Oh God yes Dave! This is so hot and you do that so well." Now I concentrated mostly on her sexy swollen clit. I was really hard and wanted to get off inside her. As soon as she got off I wanted to put her on her back and get deep inside her - my very own sister. I didn't have to wait long. "Oh yea Dave, just like that...UH HUH...KEEP GOING! I'M SO CLOSE...I'M...I'M...COMING!" She finally shrieked. So much for being quiet. My chin had been getting pretty wet before, but after she started coming, it got soaking wet with her pussy juices - and that juice, as light as the taste is, was so sexy! Now sated for the moment, she lay next to me. "That was really good. No wonder Cindy was so noisy. I haven't been eaten in that position in a long time." She might have been momentarily satisfied, but I was horny as hell once again. "Ready to get something straight between us?" I asked. She moved her sexy legs apart. "Sure. I could use another orgasm. It's been a couple of days after all, and after having to listen to you two.... I was afraid she was going to spend the night." "What were you going to do if she did?" I asked as I rolled over and got on top of her. She reached between us and guided me into her. I slid all the way in with one delicious thrust - and she felt so good. "I guess she can spend the night if she wants. I was just hoping she wouldn't after she got me so hot and bothered." You'll notice she didn't really answer the question. Jill off? Maybe, but she would never admit to that. "Were you going to join us?" I asked as I began to thrust in and out of her tight wet pussy. I was going to last longer than the first time we made love, but not a whole lot longer. She was just too sexy and tight to hold off for very long. "Hardly! I'm not into sharing. I might someday - maybe - with the right couple, but not right now." "Cindy wouldn't do?" I gave her a few hard thrusts. I was getting close. "No! Now shut up and fuck me and make me come!" she hissed. I knew when to quit, but it was fun teasing her. I put my hands under her back and started going in and out of her harder and faster. Pretty soon she was moaning loudly in my ear. "Oh Dave, you're such a nice fit...this feels sooooo good. I'm going to come soon. Make me come Dave, make me come again." She wasn't going to have to wait long. I was about to come myself. I put my arms under her knees and pulled her legs up so that her knees were now near her shoulders. Now I could really pump nice and hard and go very deep inside her each time. "OH YES!" she screamed..."JUST LIKE THAT! I'M SO CLOSE." She wasn't the only one. A few more nice hard deep thrusts into her very wet and very tight pussy and I was ready to unload inside her. "I'm gonna come inside you..." I almost whispered in her ear. My head was right beside hers, my arms were holding her legs way up in the air, and my body was nearly on top of hers. "OH GOD, HERE....IT COMES!" I groaned. There was a shriek from Cinnamon and her orgasm started too. She wasn't too vocal about this one, well, with words anyway, but there were a lot of loud grunts, groans, and a lot of fast hard breathing. The neighbors got a break. I kept pumping away inside her as I unloaded what come I had left in me deep inside her climaxing pussy. I could feel her body coming under me and it only spurred me on. I was finally done, but kept up a slow pumping until I was sure Cinnamon was done too. Only then did I let go of her legs and finally slowly withdraw from her. Once out of her, I lay on the bed next to her breathing hard - very hard. My sweet little sister had been one delicious fuck! Finally, after we had lay there for several minutes, just enjoying the afterglow and too tired to talk, she finally got up. "I really needed that after hearing the two of you. Thanks," she said and bent over and gave my soft cock a light kiss. "Gotta go," she said, busy day tomorrow." "You have to work tomorrow?" I asked. "No, just a lot of other things to do," she replied as she left the room. There was a slight pause, and then she said in a loud voice, "Holy shit! You really creamed me again. It's running down both legs again." I could hear her almost running to the bathroom. I just laughed. Someone that sexy and hot ought to expect to get "creamed," I thought. She sure had me excited - even after I had been with Cindy tonight. In epilogue, Cindy and I really did hit if off and eventually lived together. While her body was pretty damn hot, I just couldn't keep away from my sister. Yea, I know that makes me a real cad, but Cinnamon was about as close to perfect as I gets, so, I did manage to get her in the sack once in a while. Besides that big taboo thing just made it all the more exciting - and, it wasn't like I was ever going to leave Cindy for Cinnamon. Besides, Cinnamon finally did meet a guy who accepted her job and what she did and, well, she still couldn't keep her hands off of me either. So, now and then, cheeky as it is, we manage to get together and do the deed. We just keep our little trysts our little secret. ____________________ Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright (c) 2007 with all rights reserved by its author, Art Kautz, unless explicitly indicated. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.