6 comments/ 118378 views/ 11 favorites Tequila Sunset By: CoyoteGirl69 My sister, Michelle, had joined my husband and me for a little vacation to our condo in Mexico earlier this month. She had never been down there before and was like a kid in a candy store from the moment the wheels touched down. By the time we took a cab to the condo, she could hardly contain herself. She and I went ahead and left Carl with all the luggage. By the time he caught up to us, Michelle had already picked out her bedroom and was wandering about checking it all out. I finally managed to corral her on the balcony. "Quite a view, isn't it?" I asked. "This is amazing!" she said as she gazed out on the ocean. We heard Carl coming up the stairs and I suggested we go help him unload the bags. "Thanks for helping!" he said with a sarcastic grin. Michelle grabbed he bag and went into her bedroom. I followed Carl into our bedroom and immediately began unpacking. I had everything out and put away, then changed into my swimsuit. By the time I got down to the living room, Michelle was already there and in her suit. "Pool!" I ordered and pointed at the door. Carl whistled as he came down the stairs. I just flipped him off and continued out the door. No sooner had we found a couple of loungers and put our towels down, but there appeared a young lady asking if we would like a drink. "Dos margaritas, por favor." I replied. "Si, senorita!!" she answered and hurried to the bar. We stretched out in our loungers and began to enjoy the hot Mexican sun. "Does it get any better than this?" I asked Michelle as the waitress returned with two large margaritas. "Probably...no...definitely not!" she laughed. Several margaritas later, we were totally wasted! "What are my chances of getting laid?" Michelle blurted out. I just started laughing and replied "Probably pretty darn good!" Now, Michelle is my younger sister, quite a bit taller than me and also in pretty good shape. We look a lot alike, but she's almost six inches taller and twenty pounds heavier. She's got a very nice rack and a great ass. "I haven't been laid in so long, I've forgotten what it's like!" she laughed. Michelle had been divorced about two years, and didn't really have time for dating. "I don't think you'll have to work too hard to find something here!" I said. Little did I know! About that time, Carl showed up at the pool. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a silk shirt. "Gotta go get some limes at the market." He said. "Back in thirty!" Michelle and I decided we'd had enough pool, and went back inside. "I'm gonna grab a quick shower!" I told her. "Me too!" she replied and went into her room. Five minutes later I was done and down in the living room. I had put on a short little sundress and only a pair of panties. She came into the room shortly and was wearing a tight pair of shorts and a little tank. Her nipples poked through the tank and I couldn't help but comment. "What...no bra?" I chided her. I don't think I'd ever seen her not wearing one. She blushed and shrugged her shoulders a bit. "Well. You don't need one!" She looked down at the girls and smiled a little "They do look good for forty-eight, don't they?" "Indeed!" We just turned on the TV and then I had a great idea. "John Holmes"! I got a DVD out and put it in. shortly Mr. Holmes was taking off his pants. "My God!" Michelle laughed. "That can't be real!" "Don't worry, you probably won't find anything like that here!" I told her bluntly. "Maybe half!" We both started laughing, part from my comment, and part for the margaritas. "What's so funny?" Carl asked as he came through the sliding door. "Just comparing you to Johnny Wadd!" I replied snidely. "In your dreams!" he laughed. "Mine too!" He went over to the bar and cut up a lime. And ground some salt. He then opened a bottle of Patron a poured three shots. "Shot, anyone?" he asked with a grin. Michelle and I got up and went to the bar where he had lined them up. "Lick, shoot, suck!" I told Michelle. We each did a shot, shook our heads and went back to the movie. Carl joined us and I could tell he had a growing problem in his pants. I could also feel a tingling in my crotch and knew my panties were getting damp. Not one to mince words in mixed company Carl asked "Any one for a blowjob?" I just looked at Michelle who had a deer in the headlights look on her face and replied to Carl "You're a big boy! You're on your own!" I knew that wouldn't deter him! He stood up and turned to us "Excuse me ladies, I'll see you after a while!" As Carl walked up the stairs, boxers bulging, Michelle looked at me and asked "Is he going to jerk off?" "Precisely! Want to watch?" I stated, not sure what her answer would be. "Wouldn't he care?" she quizzed. "I'll bet he left the door open enough just so we could watch!" was my answer. "Just give him a few minutes to get wound up! I guarantee you'll be surprised!" "Let's do another shot!" she suggested. We both went to the bar and I poured us each a shot. "Lick, shoot and suck!" she repeated from earlier. We both downed our shots and of course made that "tequila face" as we set the shot glasses back on the bar. "Ready to see Carl do a shot?" I asked coyly. She just grabbed my hand and we snuck up the stairs. Sure enough, Carl had left the door open far enough so we could see him lying on the bed. He had a movie on the DVD and was stroking his cock slowly and methodically. Carl has a beautiful cock, nearly seven inches and nice and fat. He's cut, and the purple head glistened from the pre-cum that was leaking. Every once in a while he would smear it around. He never gave any sign he saw us, but I think he may have suspected we were going to watch. I looked over at Michelle, her gaze fixed on the performance Carl was giving. I could tell it was definitely getting her aroused. Glancing down at her nipples, now poking nearly through her tank top, made mine instantly harden also. I turned my attention back to Carl, now stroking himself faster. I knew we would not have long to wait. He swung his legs back over his head and began to pump his throbbing cock furiously. Not able to suck himself, though he wishes he could, his cock was now about four inches from his face. He stopped stroking and held his cock firmly, directing it to his now wide open mouth. We heard him groan as the first rope of cum shot from the tip into his mouth. He swallowed and opened his mouth again as a second, third and fourth squirt hit its target. I heard a small gasp escape Michelle as she witnessed the whole show. The look on her face was partially disbelief and partially arousal. Carl remained in that position as small droplets of cum fell into his mouth as he milked the last drops. He finally swung his legs back and then turned around to us. "Enjoy the show, ladies?" he laughed. "I know I did!" I touched Michelle's nipple through her shirt and said" You certainly did!" She jumped a little and turned saying "Enjoyed it....I almost came!" Carl got up from the bed and pulled his boxers back up, concealing his still half mast erection. Michelle and I just stood there waiting for him to speak. "I believe I should have another shot!" he stated. "I thought you just had one!" Micelle blurted out, causing us all to laugh. We turned around and headed back down to the living room and bar. "Ever done a body shot?" I asked Michelle. "What's that?" she asked sincerely. "Let me show you. Carl pour three shots if you would." He set them out on the bar, and I grabbed a lime wedge and salt. "Lift your top up, or, better yet, take it off!" I said as I pulled my little sundress over my head, leaving me standing there in just my Calvin's. I thought it would make Michelle more comfortable if my breasts were exposed first. She hesitated a little, and then pulled her top over her head, letting the girls out into the air. Her nipples were swollen and jutted toward the ceiling. Mine were equally as hard as I dipped my finger into a shot of tequila and grabbed the salt. "Have a seat on the bar stool!" I invited. She sat down, not knowing what to expect. I smeared the tequila around her areola and nipple on her right breast. This caused her to shudder a little and increase the rigidity of her nipple. I then brought the jar of salt to her breast and placed it firmly against her wet areola and tipped it up. Removing the jar, her breast was left with a perfect salt lick covering the entire central part. She looked down at it and grinned. I took the lime a said "Hold it between your teeth!" She took the lime from me as I placed it in her mouth. I then grabbed the shot glass and said "Move your legs apart just a bit!" As she did so, I slid the shot glass up so it was just touching the crotch of her shorts. Carl looked on in anticipation of doing the shot. He was going to have to wait. "Lick, shoot, suck! Right?" I said with a grin. Michelle was totally surprised when I brought my face to her breast and began licking the salt away. I paid a lot of attention to swirling around her areola before licking the salt from her stiffened nipple. Looking up, I could see she had closed her eyes and was really getting into it. I finished removing all traces of the salt, though it had taken several minutes to do so. I decided to move on. Kneeling in front of her, I forced her legs a little wider and place my mouth over the shot glass. I bobbed up and down on it, pretending to be giving it a blow job. Looking up now, I could see her looking down at me with a half surprised smile on her face. I could feel a slight trembling in her thighs as my nose rubbed against the top of her mound each time I bobbed. Finally, I tipped my head back and swallowed the tequila, setting the glass back between her legs. I then stood up and brought my face to hers and, pressing my lips against hers, I gently took the lime from her mouth, sliding my tongue across her teeth as I stood back upright and bit the lime, sucking the juice from it. I made a face from the sourness of the lime, wiped my mouth and said "That's a body shot!" Michelle burst out in laughter and commented "Bet that doesn't happen in a bar!" "You'd be surprised!" Carl and I said in unison. "My turn!" Michelle giggled as she grabbed for a shot. Carl and I looked at each other and I beat him to the stool. I figured she might as well have to pay me back. Michelle twirled her finger in the tequila, and then brought it to my left breast. Then, as I had done to her, she pushed the jar of salt against it, coating me thoroughly with salt. She then dipped her finger again and proceeded to duplicate my other breast. Both areola and nipples were now coated. "Thought I might as well be greedy!" she said with an evil smile" I like salt!" She grabbed a slice of lime and put it in her mouth, then bent over and placed it in mine. This girl was ready to party. That's why they say tequila makes your clothes fall off, I guess. Taking a full shot glass from the bar, she slid it up between my legs. She didn't have to part them, as I already had them splayed on each side of the stool. "A little damp, aren't you?" she chided. "I think the salt probably would have stuck to your panties!" Carl commented. "Let's see!" Michelle took the glass back and pressed the salt against my sopping underwear, then pulling it back just replied "Yup!" She then set the glass back down and moved her face to my breasts. For the next five minutes she sucked and licked and cleaned every bit of salt from them. I had a hard time not making any motions about how much I enjoyed her attention. This WAS my sister after all. When she was satisfied that my breasts were clean, she knelt down and then, to my surprise, began to lick the salt from the crotch of my panties. The tequila had gone completely to her head, and she'd lost all inhibitions about sex. She had confided in me earlier that she had never had any interest in sex with another woman, but I think the tequila had changed her mind. She swabbed my salty crotch up and down, even sucking my panties into her mouth. I knew she was tasting a lot more than salt. She finally brought her ministrations to an end and took the shot glass into her mouth and downed it in one gulp. Michelle stood up and brought her lips to mine, sucking gently on the lime and forcing her tongue into the corners of my willing mouth. She finally took the lime, gave it a bite, and grimaced. "That was nasty!" she stated. 'Again?" "My turn!" Carl said. Michelle laughed and said "You got your shot upstairs!" "Doesn't count!" he replied. Michelle unbuttoned her shorts and let them drop to the floor. Her panties had a very large wet spot where she had been leaking fluids into them. "Talk about wet panties?" I said, pointing to them. "They've been like this since we landed!" she replied emphatically. Carl took his shot glass and circled a breast on each of us. Then came the salt. Then came his tongue. He swirled around Michelle first, and then switched to me. I knew we were both absolutely dripping as he then went back and forth between us. "Who wants to hold the shot?" he asked. I beat her to it and walked over to the couch. I pulled my panties down to my knees and carefully rolled my legs into the air and slowly slid the shot glass into my sopping vagina, being very careful not to spill it inside, which would burn like the bejesus. There I am, butt in the air with a shot glass sticking out of my pussy. Carl walks over and gently places his lips over the glass and slowly pulls it out. As soon as it was clear, he tipped his head back and swallowed. Grabbing the lime from the bar with his teeth, he walked back over to us and offered to share. Michelle and I both sucked on the lime as he held it between his teeth, swapping tongues with everyone and enjoying the moment. Carl finally pulled back a little and bit the lime. "How's that for a body shot, Michelle?" he asked. "I'm ready for another!" she blurted out, her inhibitions totally gone. Carl grabbed the container of salt and brought it over to me. He swabbed the end of his cock around both my areola and then, once he had decided they were sticky enough, he placed the slat jar over each and tipped them up. When he removed the jar, my breasts looked like they were snow-capped peaks. "Salty enough for you?" he asked. Oh yeah!" she retorted. Carl poured us each another shot and brought one of them for Michelle. Since my panties were now on the floor, Michelle asked if I wanted to hold her shot for her. I merely got up on the couch and put my legs in the air, spreading them wide. She got behind the couch and began licking the salt from my breasts. My nipples were so hard by this time that they were almost ready to burst. Round and round she went on them, sucking everything she could into her eager mouth. I was getting concerned she was going to forget about doing her shot when she brought her face up from my aching breasts. Now she moved over me, straddling my face as she carefully slid the shot glass into my slick hole. "Don't spill any!" I warned her. "Hold the lime in you teeth, Carl!" Michelle ordered. I couldn't see anything except her soaking panty covered crotch above my face, but I made the assumption he did as he was told. I felt her mouth go over the glass and make contact with my labia. She slowly began to withdraw the glass from me and I could tell she was tipping it up to swallow. From the corner of my eye I saw the glass hit the couch next to me. She leaned forward a bit to get the lime from Carl, and making a "sour" sound sat back on my waiting face. Grinding her butt back onto me, she began to rock back and forth, forcing her wet panties into my mouth. I began sucking on them, tasting her woman juices, sucking a hard as I could. She reached back and pulled her panties aside and then pushed harder onto my mouth. Her neatly trimmed bush was coated with her juices and her labia swollen and gaping as I stuck my tongue as far into her vagina as I could, feeling the warm wetness coating her canal. I began tongue-fucking her, sliding my tongue in and out, pausing only briefly at her engorged clit, before sliding my tongue back into the depths of her vagina. I could hear her making a lot of indistinguishable noises as I continued to plunder her. She ground down onto my face, nearly smothering me for an eternity. This girl was really going to get off big. Finally, as my tongue was about to give out, I heard a long wailing moan escape her lips, and felt her vagina tighten on my probing tongue. I'mmmmmmmmm cummmmmming!" she screamed over and over. My tongue still buried inside her, I clamped my lips over her labia and sucked as hard as I could. Copious amounts of her lubrication drained down my throat as her vaginal walls contracted with each orgasmic wave. She finally pulled off me, now laughing uncontrollably in a post orgasmic tic. I lay beneath her, not touching her super-sensitive nether parts, for fear she would lose the high. I could actually see her vagina contract and expand as she settled down into that great afterglow of a much needed cum. Shortly she got off me and just looked down. My face was sticky with her goo and I was still a little short of breath. "My God.........Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?" she asked, still laughing. "Comes naturally!" I smiled up at her. I sat up next to her and gave her a sisterly kiss. "Was that what you needed?" I asked sweetly. "It was certainly a good start!" she said with a laugh. "A damn good start!" "Anyone need another shot?" asked Carl. "I think you do!" I said as I got up from the couch. He knew what I meant and lay on his back on the tile floor. I stood over him and slowly lowered my crotch above his open mouth. "Pretty wet!" he declared. I turned to look at Michelle, now focusing her attention on us. I hoped she was ready for this! I spread my labia apart, exposing the glistening pink inside. My now gaping vagina was inches from Carl's face. "Lick, shoot, suck!" I ordered. He stuck his tongue out and began licking the opening to my urethra. I pulled back up and looking directly at Michelle began releasing a dribble of urine into Carl's mouth. She had a slightly surprised look on her face as I began a more forceful stream, but never broke her gaze at what was transpiring in front of her. I could hear my stream splashing into Carl's throat and listened to the sounds of him gulping my liquid down. When I had finished peeing, I lowered myself down onto his mouth and he sucked my labia with a loud smack. I pulled myself off his face and stood up. "Good Boy!" I told him. Michelle just shook her head a little and said "Now that I don't believe!" "Want to try it?" I asked coyly. "I don't think I could!" she said rather sheepishly. "Of course you can, it's just a little warm salt water. Never hurt anyone!" I added. "Well....I do need to pee!" she said gingerly. I could tell she really wanted to try it. She got up from the couch and stood next to me. "You sure?" she asked. Carl rolled over and stood up. "You invited her!" he said. "I did, didn't I?" I replied and got down on the floor. Brazen now, I said "Come on, Michelle!" as I pointed to my open mouth. I don't think she was expecting me to do the servicing and she hesitated once more. "Go ahead! Pee in my mouth. Make me drink you!" I hoarsely whispered. This was partly the alcohol talking, and partly hormones raging. I grabbed her hands and pulled her to her knees over my face. As she knelt over me, I released my grip on her hands and placed them on her swollen labia, spreading them apart. Her juices were still flowing freely and I gave her a quick lick, circling her vagina with my tongue before hitting her little urethral opening and attempting to force my tongue into it. Tequila Sunset Over the past few years I have repeatedly been asked to write another brother/sister story. The subject is not exactly in my personal wheelhouse, but this holiday season I tried my best to author a decent tale regardless. Hope this works for you bro/sis fans. As always, I am very grateful to my friend Gayle for her willingness to edit my work. You deserve a medal! --------------------------------------------------------- I have to admit, I've always loved my older sister, Karen, dearly, even though at times she can be very neurotic. More so than anyone else I've ever met; she overanalyzes even the most miniscule details of her life, particularly when it comes to dating. Over the years we've spent many hours on the phone together, with her asking me question after question, usually things like, "What do you think he meant by that?" In spite of this, I've always shown her loads of patience as she was such a great big sister. Both our parents worked when we were growing up, and since Karen was almost six years older than I, there were many days when she was left to look after me. I'm sure most sisters would have rapidly grown tired of having their little brother around all the time, but she didn't really seem to mind at all. Well, that is until she began dating as a teen. By that point I was pretty self-sufficient, so it really was no big deal. I had a few really good friends, and in a pinch their mothers usually jumped in if I needed anything. Karen, being very attractive, was a social butterfly, so we didn't spend much time together for years. It wasn't until her divorce seven years ago that we finally began to reconnect once more. We grew up in the Portland, Oregon area, where I lived for most of my life. Just about six years ago, I was introduced, by a friend, to an adorable girl named Megan. She was down from Seattle for a long weekend, and we hit it off right away. She was three years older than I, and already had a decent job in marketing at the headquarters of a major worldwide corporation. I, on the other hand, had gotten out of the Navy a year or so before and really hadn't figured out what I was going to do with my life. Since we seemed to fall in love quickly and wanted to see more of one another, the next thing I knew we were living together in her condo in Seattle. Given my background in the Navy, firefighting seemed like it might make a really good fit. With Megan's encouragement, hard work on my part, and a bit of good fortune, I ended up with a high standing among applicants and soon landed a job with the SFD. My station house was staffed with good guys and I couldn't be happier in my new home. Things went great for about a year and a half, when I slowly started seeing subtle differences in Megan's behavior. At first she loved showing off her big, firefighter boyfriend to her friends and colleagues, but that seemed to change over time. Suddenly I didn't wear the right clothes, or drive the right car, like the guys in her office did. She then began to insinuate I didn't make enough money, and hinted very pointedly that I should go back to school to earn my degree. By the end of our relationship, she made it clear that if she was going to stay home and raise kids, I simply needed a better job. I think it's fair to say by that time the bloom was off the rose for me too. Constantly hearing Megan's little digs and jabs had really grown tiresome for me. I had risked my life first for my country, and then for the citizens of the Emerald City, so I believed I'd earned a little more respect than she seemed capable of giving. On numerous occasions I attempted to address the situation with her, but her attitude never changed. I really had grown to love my job, and simply no longer cared what she thought. Checking the paper daily, I began looking for an apartment closer to work and just days later found a small but comfortable place to call my own. With the help of a couple buddies, we moved all my stuff in one single afternoon while Megan was at work. I left her a brief note on the kitchen table, along with my copies of the keys, and I was gone. Megan called me, upset, that evening, but the die had been cast. My friends told me I should have blasted her for being so rude, but I didn't really see any upside in that for either of us. She clearly wanted an executive type to provide for her, while I needed someone who would simply respect me for me. After listening to her tears for a while, we hung up and I've barely heard from her since. After that little misadventure, I embraced the single life in Seattle for all it was worth. I've long had a thing for healthy, outdoorsy girls, and here they seemed to grow on trees. I dated many women, a couple fairly seriously over the last few years, but I really preferred the single life to being otherwise tied down. During all that time, I stayed in close contact with my sister, Karen. At times even our historical roles were reversed, with me asking her questions about my relationship with Megan. In fact, Karen was one of the people telling me to blast her, as nobody treated her little brother that way! My sister worked in sales for a major investment firm in Portland, and covered the Pacific Northwest territory as their internal sales person. They had an external sales guy who was on the road constantly visiting major clients, while Karen traveled only on occasion to the smaller offices he couldn't be bothered with. As such, she came to town every couple of months, so we tried to grab a bite to eat or a drink while she was here. Just a couple months ago I received a call on my cell from her one evening to let me know she was going to be here for a couple meetings the following Friday, and hoped we could get together. I had a rolling schedule like many in my profession, and I just so happened to be off that day. By that time, I was living in an apartment atop Queen Anne hill, so we arranged to meet at a small Mexican place I knew she could find, directly at the bottom of the hill. I arrived first and selected a table in the bar. Karen walked in about ten minutes later, looking as good as I'd ever seen her. For a thirty six year old mother of one, she really had it going on. My sister stands about five foot seven, with long curly brown hair and the largest brown eyes you've ever seen. Her skin is flawless, and on the darker side, I assume due to our Mediterranean heritage. She also has a full chest, about a 36 C I'd guess, maybe even a D, with a slim waist, perky butt and long legs. If I were being completely honest, I'd have to tell you that she was my dream girl. After giving each other a long hug, we settled in and began chatting about our lives as we sipped our drinks. Being the big sister, at first Karen asked me a load of questions until she was satisfied things were going well for me. As usual, I didn't have to wait long until she began sharing many of the smallest details of her life. I was happy to learn that her daughter, my niece Allison, was doing great and loving her sophomore year of high school. Apparently she was already the star of the varsity soccer team, and may even make captain of the squad as a junior. Her marks were high too, so things on that front seemed good all around. As was usually the case when the two of us got together, our conversation became animated as we had more to drink. After Karen killed her second margarita and ordered a third, I knew she'd be spending the night in my guest bedroom and not making the long drive back to Portland. She called Allison to break the news, then the mother of Ally's best friend requesting she keep an eye out for her. After that, the conversation heated up even more. Karen then let me know that her most recent relationship had just come to an end. I was surprised to learn that it had actually lasted almost nine months, because from what she had told me on the phone from time to time, it appeared in jeopardy almost from day one. Many nights while I sat on my couch at home, from the other end of the line I listened as she articulated all of Justin's shortcomings. From what I learned, he was a nice guy and for the most part treated her like a queen, yet according to my sister that just wasn't good enough. I heard many variations on, "He was too wishy-washy," so she finally had to dump him. Of course most of this was not new to me, so I wondered aloud why it took so long to finally pull the ejector seat. Karen once again reiterated that Justin had treated her very well, so for a while she was willing to give him second, third and forth chances, but finally she had had enough. She then surprised me when she said, "It's too bad because he had a really big penis." I must say, I was a little taken aback by her comment. At times we had shared some minor intimate details of our romantic life, but never anything so bold. I almost spit out the sip of beer I had just taken, and said, "Excuse me?" "Oh, god, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that out loud," she responded, just before she broke into a slight giggle. She then took a sip of her drink as well, and asked, "You probably didn't need to hear that, did you?" I gave her my best understanding smile, and replied, "Well Karen, you're a thirty six year old mom. I kind of assumed you weren't exactly a virgin." She rolled her eyes a bit and said, "No, I guess not." I had killed only three beers, which for me was not a lot, but for some reason I was compelled to ask about her comment, "So, how big is really big?" Karen laughed, and asked, "Why do you want to know, little brother? Thinking about changing teams?" Suddenly I was embarrassed, assuming my sister had misunderstood the intent of my question, and stammered, "Sorry, ah, forget I even asked." My sister broke out in a hearty laugh, and then cackled, "God, I was just teasing, Wayne! You're so easy sometimes." I was still feeling pretty silly, particularly with her looking at me so thoroughly amused. "So, have you spoken with Mom and Dad lately?" I asked, trying to change the subject. Karen smiled, and asked, "Do you really want to know?" I thought her question was odd, but I said, "Of course." She smiled even deeper and asked, "About Mom and Dad, or about Justin?" "Jesus, Karen!" I barked, just before she once again broke down in a fit of laughter. After she calmed down a bit, my sister replied, "Okay, I'll answer both. First, yes I have spoken to our parents and they are doing well." She stared directly into my eyes and added, "And second, Justin's penis is almost eight inches long." Karen took another slow sip of her drink and coyly asked, "Happy now?" Suddenly I felt relieved, and gazed back at her with a newfound smirk of my own. My sister obviously did not know that I was packing a bit more than that downstairs, but how could she? One of my last girlfriends had measured me, and my cock came in at just over nine inches when hard. Not a word was spoken for a while, when Karen finally asked, "What's with the stupid grin, little bro?" I'm not sure why I said it, but I think it was to put her in her place. In a calm voice, I replied, "Well, almost eight inches is a big cock, but not a really big cock," with emphasis on 'almost' and 'really.' Karen smiled back at me and said, "Like you'd know anything about big cocks, little brother." Much like I had done, she too placed emphasis on a word, in her case the word 'little.' I casually took a sip of my beer, and then as calmly as possible, said, "Well, if a seven plus inch cock is really big, then I'm fucking huge." My sister seemed momentarily taken aback, but then burst out laughing. As she wiped her lips, Karen said, "Boy, you really had me there for a minute." I just sat stone faced, staring back at her. Before long her chuckling died our as she gazed across the table at me. Her eyes went wide as she asked, "You are joking, aren't you?" I finally relaxed my face a bit and responded, "Got you." Even though I wasn't kidding, I guess there were just some things my big sister didn't really need to know about me, so I let it go. I didn't know why she found the thought so surprising anyway. I was almost six foot two, so I was larger than most men already. Would it be such a stretch to think I may be bigger in other areas too? To be honest, having a large penis isn't always what it's cracked up to be. I've had a number of dates over the years take one look at my junk and pretty much run away. One girl in college saw me naked for the first time and said, "Don't even think about touching me with that thing." I doubt I'll get any sympathy from most guys, but it's true. Later that evening, after making up my guest bed for her and saying goodnight, Karen responded with a soft, "Goodnight, needle dick." I thought about saying something like, "Goodnight yourself, tiny tits," but just let it go. I could still hear her laughing heartily when I climbed under my own covers just before my head hit the pillow. We enjoyed breakfast together on upper Queen Anne the next morning, yet little was said. Karen clearly was not feeling herself, as I'd never seen her shovel down greasy food and gulp black coffee the way she did that morning. We said our goodbyes in front of the diner, near her car parked along Queen Anne Ave. Of course we promised each other we'd get together soon, with me hoping to catch one of my niece's high school soccer games. I was a bit worried that Karen might not be in the best mental and physical state for the long drive to Portland, yet she assured me she was fine. After a brief hug, her car sped away and she was gone. As luck would have it, we were unable to get together for some time. The only work trips Karen had planned in the ensuing months were to Northern California and Alaska. And my hopes of getting back to Portland were dashed when I learned that two men in my company would be out with extended illnesses. Pete, my best friend, had contacted mono and would be down for a good two months. More importantly, Carl, the glue of our firehouse, was heading into the hospital to begin treatment for cancer. Obviously, I was needed here at home, as much for the job as for the support of my brothers. It was almost four full months after our last night out, when Karen e-mailed to say she was going to be in Seattle again. Pete was back at work, as was Carl, but Carl could only work limited hours as he had yet to regain his strength. I had been covering most of Carl's hours the previous few months, so when my buds learned I had family coming to town, they insisted I take the day off. Karen did not know her way around Seattle very well, so after we went back and forth trying to choose a place to meet, we reluctantly settled upon the same Mexican joint as before. I knew most women hated sitting in bars alone, so again I intentionally got there first. She arrived about forty minutes later, looking somewhat disheveled and highly agitated. From years of experience, I knew what to expect almost before my sister even uttered a word. No more than two seconds after taking her seat across the table from me, she barked, "God, I'm so fucking pissed." From there Karen went into a tirade about the two meetings she had in the Seattle area that day and why they were complete disasters. I was a bit surprised when Karen ordered two shots of tequila and a margarita from our waitress. When the drinks came, she looked at me and said, "In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm getting drunk tonight and staying over your place again." Karen slid one of the shots across the table towards me, and then lifted the other to her lips. She said something I couldn't make out, before she tossed her head back and sucked the entire glass down in one quick gulp. Her body shivered and she groaned, "Oh fuck," just before slamming the glass back down upon the table. My sister's eyes almost seemed like they were drilling into me as she waited for me to hoist my shot as well. I raised it to my lips, and then rapidly knocked it back. I think it was the house tequila, so it wasn't the best thing I'd ever tasted, but the warmth that spread through my belly moments thereafter hinted that the evening was about to get interesting. Karen began almost gulping her margarita as she filled me in on her terrible day. Apparently, after driving all the way from Portland, her morning meeting was with two young brokers who talked a better game on the phone than they could deliver in person. I was pretty sure they were in her permanent doghouse when she exclaimed, "Those fuckers better do some major business with me, or the next time I'm up here I'll cut their balls off!" My sister is a wonderful woman, but you wouldn't want to make her angry! Apparently her afternoon meeting was only marginally more successful. Karen went on and on about how the day was a total bust. She dreaded the conversation she was going to have with her boss on Monday morning, but that would have to wait. We stayed at the bar for another couple hours, and Karen downed three more margaritas. We nibbled on chips and salsa, but otherwise did our drinking on an empty stomach. I'm a lot bigger than her and only had four beers and the shot, so I actually felt in pretty good shape. She on the other hand was losing her train of thought from time to time, so I knew she was getting quite drunk. The bar was only three-quarters of a mile or so from my place, but I called for a cab as I was pretty sure she couldn't make it up the hill on foot in her condition. When we arrived at my apartment, Karen settled on the couch and made herself comfortable, before I too joined her. We bandied about dating in general for some time, and Karen surprised me with some of her frank questions. At one point, she smiled at me and asked, "Why can't I ever meet a guy like you?" She was seated right alongside me, and peered at me through somewhat glassy eyes. I responded, "A guy like me?" "Yes, a guy like you." she answered, clearly feeling no pain. I was suddenly wondering where things might be going, and my skin tingled with an illicit thought. Many evenings as I lay alone in bed, I had dreamed about something just like this happening between us, but assumed it could only happen in a dream. Not sure what to say, I somehow responded, "Karen, you can do much better than me." A soft smile broke out across her face, just before she chuckled and quipped, "Well, duh, I know that." My fleeting hopes were once again dashed. With that we began watching television while Karen controlled the clicker. She turned the channel from one show to another, before she finally settled on some reality program I'd never even heard of before. I watched the show for some time, convinced at some point Karen was going to pass out next to me and I was going to have to carry her to bed. I was surprised when she rallied, and got up to make a batch of microwave popcorn. She once again sat down beside me, and we shared a bowl of the warm, buttery kernels. After the popcorn was gone, Karen turned towards me and looked at me intently. She had a stern look upon her face, and I knew something was on her mind. After taking a sip of water, she asked, "Were you really serious about what you said last time I was here?" I kind of had a feeling what she might be talking about, yet since I was unsure I played it close to the vest, "About what?" "You know, um, about your package," she slurred. I noticed her eyes briefly went towards my crotch, before she quickly returned them to my face. My sister was fairly predictable. For some reason, I just knew the topic was going to come up again at some point, and there it was. "Do you really want to know?" I asked. She nodded her head, "Yup." There was no point beating around the bush, so I just said, "Yes." Tequila Sunset "No kidding?" she asked. "Nope, no kidding," I replied with a small grin. After a pause, she asked, "How big?" "Boy, you get right to the point, don't you," I quipped, but she just stared back at me. Figuring that she really wanted to know and I had no real reason to lie, I said, "Just about nine, when I'm...you know, happy." "Holy shit," she exclaimed, her eyes once more traveling southward. We sat in silence for a minute or two, when Karen stated, "I don't believe you. Prove it." "Prove it? How?" I questioned, wondering just what was on her mind. "Show me," she calmly requested. "Are you out of your mind?" I asked, thinking she was up to another one of her jokes. The idea of my sister seeing me naked was not exactly unpleasant, but given her penchant for pranks, I was dubious of her intentions. "Nope, I need to see it. Either you're a liar or a chicken. Which one is it?" she asked, with a sly smile on her pretty face. Never one to back down from a challenge, I stood up and then turned my back to her. I unbuckled my belt, then opened my jeans and pushed them to the floor. After stepping out of them, I twisted to look over my shoulder at Karen, and asked, "You really sure about this?" She just nodded, so I pushed my boxers down and kicked them away. I waited a moment, and then turned to face her. Karen's eyes were riveted to my crotch, and her mouth hung open as she took me in. It looked like she wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. I'm quite certain she was still feeling no pain from the drinks, and just sat there mesmerized by the sight before her. When flaccid, I'm about five to six inches, and at that point I was semi-erect, excited at the idea of showing off for my dream girl. Once again I thought this might be the one chance in my life to actually make a successful pass at her, so I moved back to the sofa, and sat down. I placed a palm under my cock, holding it up a bit, and asked, "Believe me now?" Her eyes went back to mine for a moment and she nodded, then asked, "It gets bigger?" I just winked and very slowly began stroking my cock. Karen's eyes looked like they were going to bug out of her head as she watched my lewd display. Every now and then I'd run my hand to the head of my cock and give it a light squeeze between my fingers and thumb. I felt the blood flowing to my prick as it slowly filled and became a rigid rod. Feeling totally heady, I once again moved my hand underneath my prick, showing it off to her. In a soft voice, I asked, "So, do you like it?" My sister nodded slowly, her cheeks flush and her eyes watery. I slid down the cushion until I was right next to her, and then resumed stroking my cock. It appeared that she was having trouble sitting still, and I was hoping that was a sign of her arousal. Throwing caution to the wind, I leaned in closer to her, and asked, "Do you want to touch it?" Her eyes went wide as she stared at me for a moment before she quickly shook her head no. I could sense indecision, so I pressed her on it, "Yes you do, I can see it in your eyes. Go ahead, touch it." She looked completely embarrassed, but didn't move a muscle. I reached over with my free hand and grasped her wrist that was closest to me. Very deliberately, I slowly moved it towards myself, wondering if she'd pull away or say something to stop me. Since she did neither, I pressed her fingers to my throbbing prick. I had hoped she would just grab it, but when she didn't I wrapped my hand around hers, closing her fingers tightly around me. Karen remained as still as a statue, yet I heard a soft, "Oh my god," escape her lips. I let her sit there for a minute or so, before I gently began guiding her palm up and down my shaft. After a few strokes, I released her hand, yet she continued to rub me ever so softly. I brought my lips to her ears and whispered, "That feels so good, Big Sister." She let out a weak groan, but kept stroking me. I should have just let things run their course, but I had to push it more. I placed the hand that I had just used to direct her palm to my cock on her shoulders and gently began rubbing her. At first she was startled by the contact but quickly relaxed as I massaged her neck. After a minute or so, I ran my hand up into her hair, grasped it and slowly eased her head back. Her face turned towards me, I moved my lips to hers and gave her a soft kiss. When my sister was married to her ex, they once went on vacation together to the Caribbean, where they visited a nude beach. Later when they were home, she showed me the pictures but forgot to remove a couple shots they took while there. Before she could yank the picture away, I got an eyeful of her naked form, and her tits were truly spectacular. Thinking again about those perfect boobs, I ran my free hand up her blouse and cupped one in my hand and gave it a soft squeeze. I couldn't believe I was finally touching one. I moved my palm up and found her hard nipple, and gently rolled it between my fingers, causing her to moan softly. Something inside of her must have snapped at that moment, because all off the sudden she released my cock, pushed me away and literally ran to my guest bedroom. The last thing I heard before she slammed the door shut behind her was, "Oh god, what have I done?" I sat still on the couch for a moment, knowing I'd fucked up royally. The woman I had dreamed about for years, slipped right through my fingers because I was too aggressive. I was certain that if only I had shown more patience, I could have had her. Oh god, what had I done? After shaking my head clear, I stood and pulled my shorts and jeans back on. I walked to the guestroom door and knocked, but there was no answer. The handle was locked so I knocked again, "Karen, let me in." "Go away!" I heard her shout. "Come on, let's talk about this," I begged. "Just go away, will you please, Wayne. I'm serious," she whimpered. Left with no real idea of what to do next, I walked away and made myself ready for bed. Sleep came hard that night as I replayed the events on the couch over and over in my head. I was terribly mad at myself for fucking up so badly, but I couldn't stop thinking of how Karen looked at me so excitedly and how she stroked my cock so lovingly. My erection returned and I rubbed myself off, knowing the object of my desire was only feet away. When I awoke the next morning, the guestroom door was open, yet there was no sign of my sister. I found a brief note on the table, telling me she had to run to make it home in time to take Allison to a soccer camp. The only thing that left me remotely hopeful that I hadn't destroyed our relationship completely was how she signed off, "Talk to you soon, K." I kicked around the apartment most of that day; trying to think of what I'd say the next time we spoke. I knew she was probably feeling both guilt and shame, so I decided I'd dive on the grenade and take all the responsibility. She was drunk and I took advantage of the situation for my own selfish desires. I just hoped she'd one day be able to forgive me. I called her a few times but she never picked up. Each time I left a brief message in the hopes that something I'd say might break the ice. A few days later, she sent a short e-mail explaining that she was super busy at work, but would call soon. That call didn't come for another two weeks. When the phone rang and I saw who it was, a sweat instantly broke out on my forehead. We made polite small talk for a few minutes, but nothing was said about our last encounter. Finally, Karen asked, "I'm going to be back in town next Thursday and Friday, do you want to get together?" "Yea, I'd love that," I responded enthusiastically, feeling relieved she'd actually want to see me. I added, "Do you want to meet for a drink?" "No, I don't think drinks are a good idea," she replied quietly, and I think I understood what she was not so subtly hinting at. "I have a few meetings, but I can be at your place around six if that works for you." "Yea, sure, see you then," I said, and a moment later she was gone. The next week was agonizing as Karen gave me no real idea what she was thinking. Her coming to my place seemed like a hopeful sign, yet maybe she just preferred really laying into me in private rather than in front of many eyes in a public place. I role-played what I might say over and over, but I honestly had no idea what to expect. I was on pins and needles all day that Thursday, wondering what the evening would hold. Just after six, my doorbell rang, so I buzzed her in, knowing it could only be one person. A minute or so later, there was a soft tapping at my door, and I took a deep breath before opening it. Karen stood before me looking as gorgeous as ever. She had a soft grin on her face, almost a guilty look before I welcomed her in with a smile. I noticed she was carrying two bags, the smaller I assumed carried a laptop, another larger one had to be a suitcase. She hadn't mentioned hotel accommodations, so I took that as another hopeful sign that she might be planning on staying over. I took her bags and led her into the living room. After setting them down I turned around and Karen moved into me and gave me a brief hug. It was pretty stiff, but I guess I had it coming. Not knowing exactly how to proceed, I asked, "Can I get you something? A drink maybe?" She mumbled, "A drink?" then after a pause added, "Yea, water's fine." When I returned from the kitchen with glass in hand, I found her sitting on the sofa in the same exact spot she had been in only weeks before. I handed her the glass, but moved across the room and dropped into my leather chair, thinking she might be more comfortable with some breathing room. After a bit of awkward silence, I asked her about Allison and soon the conversation started flowing naturally. We both spoke fairly animatedly, I think, trying to pretend that everything was somehow still perfect between us. During a lull in the conversation, Karen looked at me with a sweet expression on her face and said, "Come over here and sit with me, Wayne. It doesn't feel right with you so far away." I was nervous, but made my way over and sat beside her. I found it hard to sit still being so close to her in the place where we got into this mess in the first place. After fidgeting for a bit, I couldn't take it anymore and asked, "So, do we need to talk about the last time you were here?" Karen gazed back at me plainly, and responded, "Yes, I think we do." Suddenly I was mad at myself for asking the question because I had no idea what to say next. The only thing I could think of was, "I'm sorry." After a pregnant pause, Karen replied, "I'm sorry too." I felt the need to fall on the sword and take all the blame and relieve her of any lingering guilt she might be feeling, so I said, "Karen, you didn't do anything wrong. You have nothing to be sorry about." She moved closer and took one of my hands in hers and answered softy, "Yes I do. I've been acting like a child. There were so many times I wanted to call you or at least send an e-mail, but for some reason I didn't know where to begin after acting the way I did." As always, Karen had really thought this over, not that I could say anything as the situation had been on my mind almost constantly too. I hated seeing her so distraught, so I said, "Listen, it's not your fault. I guess I just got carried away." Karen gave my hand a soft squeeze, and replied, "You don't understand, do you?" I was puzzled by the question, and asked, "Understand what." Her face was calm and expressionless as she said, "I'm mostly sorry I ran away from you that night." I can honestly say that in all the conversations I held in my head anticipating just such a moment, that was never a statement I expected from her. She then almost had a look of relief on her face, like, 'There, I finally said it.' Karen's honesty shocked me to the core, and tingles ran through my body as her words sank in. She gave my hand another gentle squeeze, and then lightly scraped her nails up my forearm. She leaned against me and gently rested her head upon my shoulder, and continued to tenderly stroke my arm. I knew she had really gone out on a limb, but to that point I had left her hanging out there alone. I had to say something, but desperately wanted it to be just the right thing. Not able to find the perfect words, I settled on the honest approach. At that moment, all I could do was tell the truth, "I love you so much, Karen." A soft whisper floated up from below, "I love you too." I moved my arm around her shoulder, and pulled her into a tight hug. She melted deeper into my chest, and I truly felt better than ever before in my entire life. It was intimacy way beyond any sexual encounter I'd ever experienced, and I was absolutely content just sitting there basking in the warmth of our embrace. My sister clearly had other ideas, as she looked up at me and smiled, "Wayne, may I ask you a favor?" "Of course," I nodded. "Would you make love to me?" she asked softly. In all my thirty one years, those were the best six words anyone had ever said to me, and something I'd always longed to hear from my sister. Her request was so sweet I almost wanted to cry. Yet remembering what happened the last time we were together, I was scared she might run away again, or worse for me, that she was possibly just setting me up for another one of her jokes. Was this possibly her way of getting back at me? "Are you sure about this, Karen?" I asked, praying her answer was yes. It was. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," she admitted, and then with a chuckle added, "I'm surprised I haven't burned out my vibrator the last few months." Her answer was genuine, it just had to be. I moved a hand under her chin and lifted her face to mine. After staring into her deep brown eyes for a moment, I leaned in and softly kissed those pouty lips. Karen reached up and wrapped her palms around the back of my head and pulled me closer as we continued to make out like teens. Her tongue entered my mouth, and began to dance with my own, driving me wild. Karen backed away from me, and for a split second I thought she was ready to run again. However, with an expression of lust written all over her beautiful face, she eased my fears, saying, "Take me to bed, little brother." I slid an arm under Karen's legs and pressed another to her back, and then lifted her off the sofa as I stood. She nestled her head into my chin as I carried her towards my bedroom. Standing beside my bed, I kissed her once more, before lowering her onto my soft sheets. Karen had admitted she hadn't been able to stop thinking of me, and I assumed there was one thing on her mind in particular. As I gazed down upon her I slowly began removing my clothes. Karen watched intently as I took off my shirt before my hands moved to my jeans. I was as hard as I had ever been in my life, and a big bulge was clearly evident in the tight blue fabric. My sister was actually licking her lips as I lowered my jeans and shorts, and once again stood before her naked. My cock was at full mast, so hard it throbbed with every beat of my heart. Karen reached up and grasped it in her hand, and gently stroked my length. She gave me a sexy smile and said, "Don't worry; I'm not going anywhere." I climbed into bed beside her, and we began kissing passionately. Her hand had never left my cock, and she continued touching it while we moved against one another. Karen then looked at me and said, "I think I need to make amends for the last time I was here." She started kissing her way down my chest, and added, "And make up for lost time too." Karen continued to move lower down my body, until her face was inches from my stiff dick. She climbed between my legs, and stared up at me intently as her hand ran up and down the length of my cock. Her beautiful brown eyes were wide as she moved her lips forward and lightly began kissing the bulbous head. She then curled her face over and took me in her mouth. Now I had experienced a few blow jobs in my life, but nothing had prepared me for that. Although she could only take a few inches inside of her, the entire time she continued to stare directly into my eyes. It was almost as if she wanted me to have no doubt who was sucking my dick, my gorgeous big sister. Her hand stroked the base of my cock while the other one toyed with my balls as her mouth worked its magic. Every now and then she lightly nibbled on the tip of my cock, which truly drove me wild. I was getting close, and she somehow must have known because she eased her mouth off my cock and demanded intently, "Cum for me, baby brother." I groaned loudly hearing those words from my incredibly sexy sibling, and began rocking my hips in response to her loving manipulation. My hands wandered into her mane of thick dark hair, as I readied for my pending explosion. Karen began stroking me rapidly and sucked the head of my cock even harder. When she squeezed my balls lightly in her warm palm, I went off like a rocket, firing blast after blast of hot cum into her warm wet mouth. My chest heaved as I fought to regain my wind, with Karen still softly sucking my dick the entire time. She soon moved beside me and moved her face to mine. With a cute smile, she said, "I think someone enjoyed that." "Oh god, Karen, you're amazing," I grunted, still barely able to breathe. "Well, hold that thought. We're not finished yet," she said with a wink, and rose from the bed. With her eyes focused on me intently, she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. When complete, she peeled if off her shoulders and then tossed it aside. Next, she unclipped and unzipped her shirt until she was standing before me in just her cute little bra and panties. Karen moved her hands to her chest and cupped her big boobs, and then asked, "So, do you want to see them? I'm pretty big too." I nodded my head enthusiastically, as she reached behind her back and fumbled for the hook. Just seconds later she peeled the bra down her arms and tossed it at me. She cupped her breasts once more and asked, "How do you like the twins?" "They're perfect," I replied honestly. Karen then ran her fingers upwards until they found her hard nipples. She began pinching them between her index finger and thumb, and at times seemed to pull them as well. Her head rolled back and her eyes closed, basking in the feeling she was giving herself. Without a doubt it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. My sister then stepped forward and climbed back into bed beside me. She shuffled over until her chest was right at my face and said, "Go ahead, they're all yours." I couldn't believe I was finally getting the green light to touch her after all these years, and I did so with gusto. First I began gently exploring every inch of them with my fingertips, and then I leaned in to kiss her long nipples. I softly sucked them into my mouth, one at a time, as I kneaded her firm flesh. Karen's hands rested on my head, almost as if she was nursing a small child. Like she had done with the head of my cock, I tenderly began biting her hard nipples, drawing deep sighs of pleasure in response. Her fingers ran through my hair as she softly whimpered, "So good." I mouthed and fondled her lovely tits for a long time before I decided the time was right to head south. I kissed her taut tummy and then licked her belly button sweetly. Karen must have been ticklish, because she twisted wildly with my gentle contact. I finally moved between her outstretched legs and eased my lips to the center of her lacy white panties. I showered kisses all over her crotch, from her lower belly to her inner thighs, before I grasped the silky undies and pulled them down. Karen had just a small tuft of brown hair above her pussy, the rest shaved clean and smooth. I edged a bit closer and pressed my tongue to her naked slit and licked it for the first time. It was heaven. Tequila Sunset Karen spread her legs even wider as I settled in and began lapping at her in earnest. She tasted wonderful and had a light earthy scent, which really turned me on. I had always hated freshly bathed pussies, preferring instead the smell and taste of a real woman, and my sister was indeed a real woman. Soon she gazed down at me and said, "Get it good and wet so you can fuck me." After the pleasure she had given me, I wanted nothing better than to do just that. Knowing I was soon going to be fucking my dream girl, I ate her with more enthusiasm than I had ever done before. Karen was already slick before I even started, but soon her juices were flowing freely as I made love to her with my mouth. "Oh yea, right there," I heard her whimper as I licked her clit for the first time. She began softly purring as I sucked it into my mouth and lightly flicked the tip of my tongue over it. I licked my fingers to get them good and wet, and slowly eased two inside her hot, wet hole. "So good," she sighed as I began to move them in and out, still suckling her little bud. My sister began rocking her crotch against my face, clearly desiring deeper contact. I eased a third finger inside her, which instantly drew a loud groan. "Oh fuck, that's it," she grunted as I sucked her clit just a bit harder, and her thighs pressed tightly to my ears. "Faster, faster," she gasped, so I started driving my fingers in and out of her hot snatch as quickly as I could. Karen finally screamed as she came, holding my head tightly to her perfect pussy. I lay nested between her legs for a while, softly licking her, trying to savor the taste in case for whatever reason this was a onetime only occurrence. Juice ran down between her thighs and I eagerly lapped it all up. I moved back aside her body and looked down upon her. She looked totally and completely spent, so I figured the fun was over for a while. As much as I desperately wanted to fuck her, I was still her brother and felt the need to protect her. After I gave her a soft kiss on the lips, I asked, "So, you need a break?" Her face twisted into a huge smile as she responded, "Not on your life." She reached down and grabbed my hard cock and said, "Besides, you're going to do all the work." Trust me; I had no problem with that! Karen's legs were still spread wide, so I easily landed in position after I rolled atop her. She still held my cock, and lined it up with her pussy and said, "Go for it, little bro." I didn't need to be asked twice and slowly slid my cock into her in one long push. Normally I take things very slowly when I'm with a woman for the first time, but Karen would have none of that. She had taken a big cock before once or twice in her life, so while I may have been a bit larger, she seemed to take me like a champ. I pumped her gently a few times, when she whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, Wayne, you won't break me." That was all I needed to hear as I began fucking her more intently. "Oh god, so good little brother, so good," she whined as I pounded into her in long, rapid strokes. Karen dug her nails deep into my back as she slammed herself against me. I had never been fucked so aggressively, and I loved every second of it. She was like a wild animal, and I had no intention of taming her. The fact that it was my own loving sister, Karen bouncing off the bed and moaning in my ear only made the moment that much better. I usually have good stamina, particularly after cumming once already, but the incredible eroticism of the moment already had me close to the breaking point. It didn't help to have my sister talking dirty in my ear the entire time. Karen pressed her feet to the bed near her ass and began thrusting upwards with abandon, shouting, "Faster baby, faster!" I happily did as I was told and began jamming myself into her as quickly as my body would allow. Karen then arched her back up off the bed and forced her crotch into my own as she slowly ground to a halt with an ear shattering scream. My back stiffened too, as I unleashed my load deep inside her smoldering depths. We lay together for some time, sweat glistening off our spent bodies. Karen rolled over and rested her head on my shoulder and gently teased my nipples with just the tip of her finger. After a while, she raised her head and gave me a soft peck on the lips. With a cute smile, she said, "I think I'll have that drink now." After some brief banter, we decided to head out to grab a bite to eat. We enjoyed a sensual shower together, and then made our way up the hill to a small bistro. Over dinner Karen and I shared a bottle of wine, and although she didn't have much to say at first, her face was positively glowing. I think mine may have been too as my cheeks felt warm and I couldn't stop smiling. We were holding hands at one point when the waitress returned, and I was caught off guard when she asked, "What can I get you two love birds for dessert?" I guess I feared that someone might intuitively know we were in fact brother and sister, but Karen handled it in stride and responded, "We'll share a raspberry chocolate tart and two coffees please." When we were alone again, she said, "Don't look so tense, Wayne. Nobody here knows our secret." As we sipped our coffee, Karen got a serious look on her face, the same one she always had when she was about to question me about something. "Okay, what's on your mind?" I asked. Her face went soft, and she replied, "Are you happy here? I mean, really happy?" I thought about it for a few seconds and responded, "Things could always be better, but yea, I like it here. Why?" I was surprised when Karen's eyes welled up a bit before she said, "Well, we have fires in Portland too." In all my life I don't think I'd ever wanted to hug someone so much and never let go. I quickly rose from the table and moved towards her. I lifted Karen into an embrace and held her firmly as she sobbed onto my shoulder. I'm sure the entire restaurant was watching, but I didn't care. We had already paid the bill, so soon I walked her hand in hand back to my SUV. When we arrived back at my place, I sat her on the couch and wrapped my arm around her tenderly. As I held her I thought about what she said back at the bistro. In all honesty, it was something I'd considered in the past, especially after one of my buddies suddenly lost his dad to a heart attack. I continued quietly contemplating the issue when Karen spoke up. "I'm sorry I pressured you." I leaned over and softly kissed her forehead and replied, "No, I'm glad you did." Her eyes became wet once more, and she said, 'It's just Allison is going to be off at college before long, and she misses her favorite uncle so much. I know she'd love to see more of you." After a brief pause she added, "And I'd like to see more of her favorite uncle too." My own eyes became blurry as her words sank in. Deep down I knew we really did belong together. Maybe we could never live openly as a couple, but I'm sure most people wouldn't question two siblings sharing a home to save on expenses, especially with the economy being what it was. Somehow, I felt it could actually work. The next thing I knew we were kissing passionately, clinging to one another for dear life. Karen broke our kiss for a moment, but only to say, "Take me to bed, little brother." We kissed all the way to bed as I carried her in my arms, and for much of the evening too. After making love half the night, by morning I was already planning my job search for a position with the PFD. After years of dreaming about her, there was just no way I was going to let my dream girl get away. Tequila Sunset She got the hint, and suddenly a little squirt of pee shot into my mouth. I could feel her tense up a little, still not sure that she should do this. I pulled her down over my mouth and began to suck on her spread open hole. Another quick tense up and then she relaxed. I felt her pelvic floor contract and got ready for a flood. Her hot urine forced its way over my tongue and into my waiting throat. She peed forcefully for probably ten to fifteen seconds as she emptied herself into me. My lips were sealed around her as I swallowed and swallowed to keep up with the volume. When the stream became contracting squirts, I knew she was nearing the end. I could feel my pulse in my vagina as it contracted with what I would call a mini-orgasm, just from sucking her. As she finished, she pulled up off me and looked down at me. She had a glazed look in her eyes and just began laughing again. I started laughing myself and said "Fun, huh?" "I just remembered I peed on my ex once! All over him!" This was much more fun, and no mess!" she said still chuckling. "Are we too kinky for you?" I asked. "Well......This certainly has been a first!" she joked. "How about some of this?" Carl broke into our little dialog. We looked at his stiffened member in his hand and then at each other. "Be my guest!" I told her. "But don't forget about me! I believe you owe me an orgasm!" "Sit on the couch!" she ordered me. I sat right down and spread my legs, one over the arm and one across the cushion. I could see my pussy was soaking wet. This wasn't going to take long as I had been holding back for what seemed like hours. "Lick, shoot, suck!" I said. Michelle....you lick! Carl.....you shoot.....and I'll suck!" I giggled. Michele knelt in front of me and began licking her way up my thigh. The anticipation of her reaching my dripping vagina was almost unbearable. Just before she reached her target, she looked up at me. "Now you know I've never done this before!" I just grabbed the back of her head and forced her face into me. I felt her lips part and then her tongue began to snake out into my vagina. She really has a long tongue and was stretching it as deep as it would go. She must have remembered what I had done to her, because she was doing it exactly how I like it. Her tongue swirled around my insides and then left my canal and flicked across my clit. Back into my vagina went that nasty tongue of hers and I pulled her deeper. I heard and felt her groan into me as Carl slid his cock into her from behind. I could feel that he was pumping her with a slow deep rhythm as her face pressed tighter against my sopping crotch. She pulled her tongue out of me and began to concentrate on my clit. She licked and sucked it, causing me to buck back against her face. I figured Carl was soon going to be shooting a load inside her and hoped we could all cum together. I knew that it probably wouldn't happen that way, but tried to hold myself on the plateau. I couldn't do it. The first wave hit me and I pulled her tight against my swollen labia, and screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuck me!" Over and over as she jammed her tongue deep inside me. I nearly passed out from the exquisite pleasure my sister was giving me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard Carl began his animalistic grunt and knew he was unloading somewhere deep inside Michelle. His pumping had stopped and I knew that he was allowing his cock to finish it's contractions inside her. I finally became aware of my surroundings again and removed myself from Michelle's mouth. I got on the floor under her and saw Carl was still buried deep inside. I began licking her clit as he now slowly pumped his half-hard cock slowly in and out of her canal. Her breath was coming faster and she was making little mewing sounds as I licked and sucked her clit. She began to push back against him again and he started to withdraw from her. I clamped my fingers over her labia as his cocked dropped out, and then pushed him back. I now moved behind her and began licking her clit and back across her labia as she humped back against my face. Faster and faster I licked, still grasping her labia tightly between my fingers. I wanted her to "really" cum in my mouth. She began to moan loudly and her humping became more intense. I sensed she was ready to go over and stuck a free finger into her little puckered butt. That did it! She shuddered back against my face and made a lot of garbled noises as she lost it. I released my grip on her labia and stuck my tongue between them as her vagina spasmed in orgasm, globs of cum rolled out across my tongue and into my mouth. I pulled her back and continued to tongue fuck her as she orgasmed over and over. When her spasms slowed, I lay down and pulled her over my face and let her just sit back on my open mouth. Fluids form both of them drained down into me, and I relished every glob. She finally had to pull off me as she was too sensitive to touch. Michelle swung around and sat on my stomach. She looked at Carl and then at me. "This is going to be a great vacation!" to be continued...