24 comments/ 71231 views/ 73 favorites Wife, Best Friend . . . And Sister By: SmallTitFan Life hasn't been too good, lately. I got "divorced" about six months ago. Actually, we weren't married, but we had lived together for a few years and it felt like we had been married. Since the breakup, I've done some of that online dating and had a number of first dates but I haven't meet anybody that really got me excited. There were a few nice women in the group but none of them really commanded my attention. To understand the predicament I'm in, you need to know some of the history. I've been married two times. The first time I was only 23 years old. Of course, back then, I knew more than anybody else in the whole world. I knew exactly what I wanted - or so I thought - and I thought I had her: pretty blonde girl with ample cleavage, pleasant to be with, and not particularly a dizzy blonde. The first two years, everything was great and the sex was fantastic. Unfortunately, she got bored with me and moved on without actually moving on. When I discovered that I had been replaced, I divorced the bitch (thereby confirming the truth to that expression: "for every good looking girl walking down the street, there's a guy somewhere who got tired of fucking her.") The second marriage was a rebound marriage. The first divorce wasn't my fault, "of course," and I wanted to prove that I was not the problem. I was perfectly capable of having a satisfying and lasting relationship with a woman; just give me a woman and I would prove it. Unfortunately, I did what so many people do and I went and found a woman just like the last one: pretty blonde girl with ample cleavage, pleasant to be with, and not particularly a dizzy blonde. Again, the sex was good for a few years but then she started talking about having kids and I really didn't think I was ready for that. When I said "no way," she said "no more," and she filed for divorce. It was probably a mistake on my part but you can't un-ring a bell. I realized that I never really missed my first wife but I missed the second one in a bad way. After some very serious thought on the subject, intermingled amongst frequent encounters with thought-inhibiting Cuba Libres, I realized that what I really missed was the sex with number two. She wasn't "freaky" but she was uninhibited; she was very, very uninhibited. She swallowed. She sometimes massaged my prostate while she made me cum with her mouth. She gave me rim jobs. We did 69 all the time. She loved to have me eat her pussy while I fucked her ass with a vibrator. She loved to have me fuck her ass while she fucked her pussy with a vibrator. She loved for me to lick whipped cream out of her ass crack. I couldn't think of any way that two people could have sex that we had not tried. And . . . she wanted sex all the time, not just once or twice a week. If I had stayed with her much longer, she probably would have fucked me to death . . . and most happily would I have gone to my grave. Anyway, after two failed marriages, I decided that maybe I should hold off on any more thoughts about matrimony. You know, you shouldn't get married just to have sex. I've had lots of sex as a single guy and, besides, some people just aren't suited for marriage. Who know, maybe I was one of them. And, if I didn't want to have kids, what was the point in getting married, anyway? I decided to start dating and I gave it everything I had. I met so many women I can't remember all of them and I had a number of flings that were filled with casual sex that ranged between mediocre (which means "good") and great. I was happy and I thought that the women I dated were also happy but, eventually, it felt like something was missing. I was about 34 years old when I had that realization. This required discussion with a most trusted member of the opposite sex. I called Lynn and suggested that we meet for dinner that Friday night. She had really, truly been my most trusted confidant and we had been best friends since forever. She was two years younger than me and had been divorced for 4 years after a relatively brief marriage to Gary that did not produce any children. We met at one of the many wonderful restaurants in St. Augustine. "So what's wrong with the stud's life?" she said a bit sarcastically as we were being seated at our favorite Italian restaurant. "What's with the attitude?" I responded. "Well, Jack, you have this series of meaningless encounters with bimbos who are eager to suck and swallow and probably even do the back door stuff that I've only read about in Cosmo and you obviously get more sex than you can possibly handle and now you're wondering why your life is meaningless while I haven't gotten laid since I left Gary and I'm wondering why life seems to be meaningless. Aren't you smart enough to figure it out?" she asked. "Why do you think all I have is meaningless encounters?" I retorted. "Okay. The last three girls you dated - was it Linda, Millie, and Susan? - tell me where they were born. Or their father's first names. Or what their dreams were. Can you?" "Well, uh . . .." was the most intelligent response I could formulate. "Listen, maybe I shouldn't be so rough on you. Part of me is jealous. Do you realize how long it's been since I had sex? The last time I did it, Eisenhower was the president, that's how long!" she falsely declared. We both laughed. "No, I didn't know," I responded, "except that you just told me you hadn't gotten laid since you left Gary, so . . . I guess I should offer my condolences." "Well, if I had gotten laid, I would have told you. It's not that I don't get any offers, but . . . you know what they call a girl who has sex with as many different people as what you've had? Slut, whore, easy, tramp, cum bucket . . . you get the idea. So I don't jump into bed with a guy on the first date and most of those losers decide to not invest in a second date since they didn't get to fuck me on the first date." "Have you considered," I began tentatively, "buying one of those battery operated things?" It was my turn to laugh and Lynn quickly joined in. "For your information, some girls are raised differently than guys. Maybe those sluts you hang with are different, but good girls are told to save ourselves for marriage, that touching ourselves is wrong, that only low born, ignorant gutter sluts own sex toys, and . . . we proper ladies end up being a bit more inhibited than you guys, so . . . no, I haven't considered it." "I guess my problems don't seem very significant compared to yours," I meekly admitted. "It doesn't matter how many problems other people have. If you've got a problem . . . you've got a problem. And right now, I would say I've got a problem and you've got a problem." "Got any suggestions?" I asked. "I need to get laid and you need to meet someone you can settle down with for a long term relationship but none of that's gonna happen tonight, so . . . let's just go back to your place and get drunk." "Damned good idea!" I eagerly agreed. We finished dinner and drove back to my apartment. We decide to watch a movie and drink margaritas. We sat on opposite end of the sofa and watched what I initially believed was a bad movie. It was about a Mexican brother and sister who are kidnapped and forced to have sex while their kidnappers video the encounter for later blackmail use against the father. The plot was thin and the action was slow and I was about to change the channel when they got to the big forced sex scene between the brother and sister and suddenly it got pretty damned hot. As soon as the big sex scene was finished, Lynn started acting sleepy and she turned so that her back was against the arm of the sofa and her legs were up on the sofa cushions. Initially, her legs were lying flat on the cushions but after her fourth margarita, Lynn had pulled her feet back towards her so that her knees were raised up. She was wearing a skirt but her legs were together and she was not revealing herself in any way. As the movie slowed down and the alcohol kicked in, Lynn was getting more and more drowsy. As she started to doze off, her right leg crept over to lie against the sofa back and her left leg dropped to lie on the seat cushion. She was essentially in a kicking frog position and it had the effect of exposing her panties to me. Making sure that her eyes were really closed, I looked down at her panties. They were white and very lacy, very feminine, and . . . one other thing . . . I saw the outline of her pussy lips and I thought I saw a wet spot towards the bottom of her slit. I knew I shouldn't be taking advantage of the situation by looking but . . . I'm a guy and I couldn't help myself. I remember briefly fantasizing about Lynn being so intoxicated that I could remove her panties without her waking. I knew that would be the wrong thing to do, but I really wanted to see her pussy. Her cunt lips were so pronounced that I assumed that she shaved her pubes and, she was such a sweet girl, I just assumed that her pussy would smell - and taste - just as sweet as honey. I got off the sofa and knelt beside her. "Sweetie, you're passing out. You can't drive home tonight so you just need to stay here. Let's get you into my bed and I'll sleep on the sofa tonight." "Huh?" she muttered as she opened her eyes. After a few seconds, she noticed the position of her legs. "Not the most ladylike position for a conversation with a gentleman," she laughed. "I hope you enjoyed the show!" "Well," I began my confession, "I've always thought you were a very sexy lady and, yes, I enjoyed the show but . . . don't worry, I didn't take pictures and I won't tell anyone." "What a gentleman you are!" she insisted in a rather tipsy tongue-in-cheek manner. "Indeed!" I agreed. "Do you need help getting up the stairs?" "No, I'll be fine," she said, but her attempt to stand immediately proved the falsity of her statement. "Okay, let's try something different," I said as I picked her up in my arms like a groom gathering up his bride for her first trip across the threshold. She looked up at me and batted her eyelashes. "You're my hero!" she declared with feigned adoration. "You can be so damn silly sometimes," I responded. As I got to the top of the stairs, I asked, "Do you need to make a pit stop?" "Uh huh," she responded affirmatively. I carried her through the master bedroom and into the bathroom and then deposited her atop the vanity. "Thanks for taking care of me," she said. "You're the best!" "You deserve the best," I replied. "I assume you can take care of yourself in here, so I'll be waiting in the bedroom." I waited a few minutes and started calling her name but got no response. I gingerly approached the bathroom door and eventually looked in to see Lynn passed out on the toilet. She had taken off her skirt and blouse and her panties were down around her ankles. She had unfastened her bra but it still loosely hung around her shoulders enough to conceal her little boobs. "Lynn!" I called again, but I got no response. I assumed that I would need to put her to bed. I didn't want to take any liberties with a passed out girl - although I was tempted - but, since she had taken a female leak, I needed to wipe her and then I needed to remove her bra so that she wouldn't get tangled up during her sleep. I got some tissue and pushed her legs apart. As I suspected, her pussy was very clean shaven and, if this was some bimbo that I had just brought home from the bar, I would have climbed on and fucked that pussy until she woke up and begged for mercy. However, none of that would happen tonight. I pulled her panties up as high as I could get them while she was still seated and then I picked her up and carried her to my bed. As soon as she was on the bed, I finished pulling up her panties and I pulled the bra away from her boobs and dropped it on the floor. Lynn's boobs were the most perfect boobs I had ever seen. They were small, probably not more than a 34B, but they were perfectly proportioned for her petite body and the skin was perfectly smooth and free of any blemishes or imperfections. Her areolae were small - only about the size of a quarter - and her nipples were hard, I assumed, from exposure to the cool air. They looked oh-so-suckable. If this was any other girl . . .. The temptation wasn't just that she was so stunningly beautiful that no mere mortal could resist; the temptation was that I knew her so well and, in addition to being very attractive, she was a sweet, charming, interesting, accommodating, delightful lady. If only I had a girlfriend like this, I thought. If she had been awake and made that "come hither" sign with her index finger, I would have jumped in bed in an instant and been delighted to do so. However, taking advantage of a girl who is intoxicated and passed out is rape, pure and simple, and I would never allow myself to succumb to any such temptation, especially with my sister. I covered Lynn with a sheet and light blanket and left a night light on in case she woke up during the night. I went downstairs before I began to have any other notions about what I should do to her almost naked body, and I made a stop in the downstairs restroom. After my exposure to that amount of temptation, I needed to relieve myself or I suspected that I would never get to sleep. * * * The next morning, I awoke with a slight hangover. I downed some ibuprofen with a glass of orange juice and then decided that a shower was what I needed. I passed through my bedroom en route to the master bathroom. Lynn had pushed the covers off of herself during the night and, apparently, she had awakened at some point because she had found one of my tee shirts to wear as a sleep shirt. She was splayed out on my bed, lying on her side, with her legs parted like scissors. Once again, I was treated to the wonderfully arousing sight of her camel toe and I felt Mr. Boing! coming to life. I was concerned about what Mr. Boing! would start suggesting if I paused to appreciate the scenery, so I grabbed my bathrobe and headed for the shower. As soon as the water warmed up, I jumped in and started sudsing my body. When my hand grazed my member, it got even harder, reminding me - as if I needed a reminder - that I needed to get myself some relief before I got out of the shower and faced the scantily clad dream girl in my bed. As I started stroking my man meat, I heard some noise in the bedroom and assumed that Lynn was waking up and getting out of bed. The next noise I heard was the bathroom door opening. "Hey, I'm in the shower!" I cautioned her. "Yeah," she replied. After a pause, she added, "I'm hung over, not stupid." "Well . . .!" I challenged her. "I need to pee and I can't see much through the frosted glass on the shower door and, besides . . . after the show you got last night, you shouldn't be complaining about the chance that I might see you naked." "All I did last night is what was demanded by the circumstances," I defended myself. "Hey, don't get too wound up about it. I'm just jerking your chain because I'm a little embarrassed about you seeing me with my panties around my ankles." "I thought you were passed out!" I explained. "I was, but it's kinda hard for a girl to stay passed out when somebody's rubbing her buzz button," she answered. "Well, I didn't know if you had already wiped after you finished peeing," I offered in my defense. "So . . . did you enjoy the show?" she inquired. "Do you mean the beaver demonstration project downstairs or the naked beauty show upstairs?" I laughed. "Both," she said. "Lynn, you are the most beautiful woman I know. I wish I had a girlfriend like you," I admitted with the utmost sincerity. "If you were here in the shower with me right now, I might do something rather unbrotherly and show you just how much I appreciate your naked body." "Careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it," she cautioned me. At that point, I heard the toilet flush. I could see that she was walking towards the shower door. Had she taken my last comment as an invitation? I saw the shower door open and then her head came into view as she peered into the shower. She looked at my eyes and smiled and then she scanned down my naked body, her gaze coming to rest on my hard member. "Very nice," she said as she continued to stare. "So did you decide to take me up on my offer?" I asked. "No, I just decided that since you saw me naked last night, I should have a chance to see you naked. Now we're even," she said as she pulled her head back and closed the door. I heard the bathroom door close. I proceeded to vigorously masturbate my manhood and I came in powerful spurts that decorated the shower door before they washed down the drain. I got out of the shower, dried my body, and put on my robe. When I exited the bathroom and walked back into the master bedroom, Lynn was sitting on the bed. "Did you get that thing to go down?" she asked with a smirk on her face. I didn't want to say anything too mean to Lynn but the frustration of this situation was beginning to get to me. "It's very unfair of you to tease me like this. I didn't make you get drunk and show me your camel toe with the wet spot and I didn't get you drunk so I could wipe the pee off your pussy and help you into bed last night and I didn't make you sprawl out in the bed this morning and give me another exhibition of your panties pulled tight against your shaved pussy," I said, and then I turned and left the room. About thirty minutes later, Lynn came downstairs. She was dressed in the clothes she had worn the previous night. She walked up to me, put her arms around me, and hugged me closely to her. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "I wouldn't admit this to anyone else but, you are my best friend so . . . I'm just feeling so sexually . . . needy . . ." "It's called horny," I corrected her. "Okay, me so horny," she said in a very bad impersonation of a Vietnamese whore. Resuming in her normal voice, she elaborated, "Actually, I'm so horny lately that I wanna fuck anything with a . . . anything with a dick, and I shouldn't have done what I did, but . . . I'll try to make it up to you, if you'll let me," she offered. "What are you talking about?" I inquired. "Well, you probably have plans for tonight, since you're Mr. Stud Muffin and it's Saturday night but, if you don't have any plans, come over to my place and I'll fix you dinner." "Actually, I don't have plans and it's a date. What time?" * * * I arrived at Lynn's apartment with two bottles of wine. She put them on ice and we sat and talked as our dinner finished cooking. Right on time, dinner was ready and I had already noticed that Lynn had set a table like she was entertaining royalty. "What's up with the fancy spread?" I asked. "Somebody else coming for dinner?" "No. Do you remember telling me last night that I deserved the best?" she asked. "Yeah," I responded, "and I meant it." "Well, you deserve the best, too, and this is for you. I hope you like it." She kissed me on the cheek and then returned to the kitchen to get our meal. We feasted on lasagna, salad, fresh bread, and apple crumb cake dessert. It was a meal fit for a king. If I had known the menu in advance, I wouldn't have purchased two bottles of white wine but . . . neither of us were connoisseurs and the wine was consumed without complaint. After dinner, we retreated to her living room, accompanied by our glasses and what was left of the second bottle of wine. As I sat on the sofa, Lynn sat on the floor in front of me and started removing my shoes and socks. "What's this all about?" I asked. "I'm trying to make amends for teasing you last night, so just sit back and enjoy a foot massage," she said. "I won't make you stop," I joked and then I got quiet. Wife, Best Friend . . . And Sister Lynn actually gave me a very relaxing, very satisfying foot massage. When she had finished, she got up and straddled my lap, facing me, so that our faces were only inches apart. It was the same position that I had used to have sex with a few ladies in the past, but, of course, I had never had sex with Lynn. As prim and proper as I thought that she would be in the sex department, I doubt that she had ever had sex with anyone in a position like this, so I assumed she just wanted to make sure she had a captive audience for whatever she wanted to say. I stared into her eyes for a few seconds and then asked, "What do you want from me?" "I want you to listen to everything I have to say, everything . . . without running away . . . and when I'm finished, I'll listen to everything you have to say, but please don't interrupt me, because this isn't easy." "Okay," was my simple response. "Nobody in the entire world knows me as well as you do, not my ex, not anybody. You've always been supportive of whatever I wanted, you've never made fun of me, and you've never taken advantage of me." "Last night proves what I'm talking about. You could have taken advantage of me being drunk and done whatever you wanted. You didn't laugh at my itty bitty titties that I hate and you didn't make fun of me for getting so drunk." "This morning, when I got in the shower, I realized why I had been teasing you. And I guess I need to make a confession at this point. Last night, when I was sitting on the sofa with my legs spread open, I wasn't really that passed out. I was wondering whether you would even look, whether I was attractive enough that you would even want to look between my legs. I know that sounds pathetic and it probably is but I have been feeling pretty unsure of myself lately." "And when you put me in the bathroom, I knew that if I just sat there, I'd pass out and you'd come find me all naked . . . and the idea of you seeing me naked got me turned on. When you pushed my legs apart to wipe me, I wanted you in me, right then and there, but I guess I was too drunk to do anything about it then." "Well . . .," she paused as if she wasn't certain whether she should continue, but then she did finish, "I'm not too drunk now. I'm not a wild sexual creature like most of the women you've been with. I'm kind of inhibited and not very experienced and shy. Like I said, I've got itty bitty titties and I don't swallow or do anal sex or any of that wild stuff and I don't know why you would want me but . . . maybe I'm just flattering myself but I thought, last night, that I gave you a boner, and . . . I want you and, if you want me, you can have me. You don't even have to say 'hello.' I know it probably sounds freaky weird to you and, if you don't want me, I'll understand but I'll also be sad because I think we're just so right together, but I understand. So, now it's your turn," she concluded with a downturn in her voice that suggested she was expecting to get rejected. I paused briefly before giving her my reply. "I've always thought that you were a sexy lady, a very sexy lady, and, if you weren't my sister, I'd have tried to make you mine a long time ago. But . . . you are my sister and this isn't supposed to happen. All our lives, I've been as good as I know how to be, but . . . last night, seeing your naked body, all I could think about was how good it would feel to be inside you . . . and then I hated myself for feeling that way, and . . . when you teased me this morning, it just triggered that anger again, because I really do want you but I thought I couldn't have you, so . . . I'm sorry if I hurt you." I hoped that she understood what I was saying because I'm not sure that it was clear in my own head. "The only way you'll hurt me now is if you say 'no,'" she responded. I sat there and said nothing. "Sometimes, it's hard for me to say how I really feel," Lynn said. "It's just easier to do whatever I feel like doing without making a fuss over 'this is what I wanna do.' So, I'm gonna make this easy for you." Lynn got off of my lap and stood directly in front of me. "I want you to stay exactly where you are until I leave the room." Lynn held her left arm in front of her and removed her watch. She then began unbuttoning her blouse. As soon as she had the buttons unfastened, her blouse came off and hit the floor. Next, she unsnapped the snap on her shorts, unzipped the zipper, and shimmied her hips until her shorts were down around her ankles. She stepped out of her shorts and tossed them into a nearby chair. Next, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She shrugged her shoulders forward and the bra slid down her arms. She now stood before me wearing only her panties. I thought that she was the loveliest creature I had ever seen. Lynn had a combination of sexuality and innocence that beckoned me to invade her, to fill her wet vagina with my conquering probe and claim it for myself. My dick was hard and I'm sure my erection was quite obvious to Lynn. She stared into my eyes and she slid her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and pushed down below her hips, once again using that female shimmy to send her last pretense of modesty into exile. She stood with her hands by her sides, making no effort to conceal her private parts from me, and I feasted on the glory of her feminine form. I wanted to own her, to taste her, to consume her, to devour her, to hear her beg for release before I filled her with my seed. "There's the front door and there's my bedroom. I'll be in my bedroom, hopefully waiting for you," she said, pointing in the direction of each. "If you don't want me, you can just leave, and I'll understand. But if you don't leave, please don't keep me waiting long." Lynn turned and walked towards her bedroom. I stared at her naked ass until she was out of sight. I didn't want to take very long to think about this, though I could have pondered this for hours. I didn't need to join my sister in the bedroom just to have meaningless sex. There were other women who I could call who would accommodate me without much advance notice. However, those were the women who left me feeling empty. On the other hand, if I went and joined Lynn in her bed, it would not be just a night of casual sex. Despite her comments about simply needing to get laid, I knew that making love with my sister would mean committing myself to her . . . and to her only. Goodbye Lindsay. Goodbye Amber. Goodbye Sarah. Goodbye anybody new. On the other hand, if I found the perfect girlfriend, she would be just like Lynn . . . except for the sexual inhibitions. But maybe if Lynn had a lover who was attentive and patient, she could gradually get over her inhibitions and who would she ever trust more than me? Would we keep it a secret? If we didn't, would our parents disown us? There is no way that my head could resolve this dilemma even if I had three days to ponder the matter, so I simply stood and began walking towards the front door. I extended my hand towards the door knob . . . I checked it to make sure that it was locked, then I turned and walked into Lynn's bedroom. Lynn was in bed, propped up and leaning against two pillows resting against her headboard. She had a sheet pulled up to above her little boobs and it was such a sexy look! She had a look on her face that was a combination of happiness, relief, and apprehension. "I'm glad you stayed," she said. "You can't imagine how embarrassed I would have been if you had left." "We need to talk about a few things first," I said. "Okay. Fair enough," she replied. "First, I know you're not just looking to get laid tonight. I know you're a serious girl and you are looking for a monogamous relationship and I'm okay with that. I just want us to be up front about that and not pretend otherwise." "You're right. I want you tonight but I'm gonna want you tomorrow and the next day," she admitted. "Second, wherever this takes us eventually, we need to keep this secret for now. If this turns into forever, then we deal with telling our parents, telling other people, but if it doesn't work, nobody else needs to know, okay?" "That makes sense," she agreed. "Last, you've gone out of your way to tell me that you are inexperienced and kind of inhibited. All of the girls I've been with have not been the whores of Babylon, as you obviously think, but I'm not accustomed to being with a shy, inexperienced, inhibited woman. I don't want to assume anything about what you have and have not done, or what you might be willing to try. I could fumble around and guess but it would just be easier to ask, so I'm gonna ask you some questions right now and I want you to be candid with me and not worry about what I think about your answers, okay? Because, it doesn't matter whether you've already tried something before or not, as long as you're willing to try to overcome your inhibitions." "I'll try," she said. "How many guys have you ever had sex with?" "Three." "Have you ever had sex with a girl?" "No!" "Have you ever used a sex toy when you were alone?" "A few times." "Have you ever had someone else use a sex toy on you?" "No." "Have you ever given a guy a blow job?" "Yes, but I pulled him out before he came." "Have you ever had a guy eat you out?" "Yes." "Did you cum when you had your pussy licked?" "No." "Tell me all the positions you've used for having sex." "Missionary position and doggy style." "Do you usually have an orgasm when you have sex with a partner?" "No." "Do you usually have an orgasm when you masturbate?" She hesitated, so I added, "How often do you masturbate?" "Uh . . .." "Oh, come on. Everybody masturbates. I do . . . all the time. So . . . how often?" "About three times a week and, yes, I usually have an orgasm when I am alone." "What is it that a guy can do that has the greatest chance of giving you an orgasm?" "Well, Gary used to do this thing. I'd get on the bed kinda like sitting with my feet underneath me and he'd get behind me and reach around and use his right hand between my legs while his left hand played with my nipples. I had a lot of orgasms like that." "Do you like slow, gentle thrusting or hard pumping?" "Usually I like it slow but faster when I get close." "Do you like a guy to play with your clit or do you like it more when a guy sticks his finger inside you?" "Both!" "Has anyone ever played with your behind in a sexual way?" "Gary would kind of caress me back there and he said he wanted to have anal sex but it scared me so I always said no." "Did he ever touch you back there . . . with his finger?" "Yeah, it kind of tickled." "Did he ever put his finger in your ass?" "He tried but I always pulled away." "Did he ever lick on you back there? "No; no way." "Have you ever played with a guy's behind?" "Just a little." "Have you ever had your finger inside a guy's ass?" "No." "Ever give a guy a rim job?" "A what? . . . Oh, you mean licking on him back there? No. Does that really make a guy feel good?" "It felt good the last time I had it done to me," I said very matter-of-factly. "Ever had a guy tie you down to the bed?" "Gary wasn't that creative. No." "Do you watch porn?" "It's been a long time ago." "Do you make noise when you have sex?" "Not much." "Why not?" I asked. "I wouldn't want anyone to hear," she explained as if it was self-obvious. "There isn't anyone else here tonight. If we have sex, nobody will hear, so . . . will you make noise?" "Does that get you excited?" Lynn asked. "Hell yeah!" I declared. "A guy wants to know that what he's doing is getting you off. If you just lay there and don't do anything, I won't know if you went to sleep or you're about to cum. So . . . are you willing to try things that I suggest to overcome some of your inhibitions, Lynn? I love you, sweetie, and I hope you're willing because the idea of making love with you is very appealing but . . . if you stay stuck in these inhibitions, you won't have too much fun and it might get monotonous, so . . . are you willing to try things you haven't done before? Or things you might have tried before and thought you didn't like?" "Like what?" she asked. "Well, I wouldn't ask you to have anal sex tonight, if that's what you're worried about, but I do wanna see that you're willing to make the effort, so . . . we don't have to take giant steps all at once but I wouldn't want to take teeny, tiny steps, either." "So . . . when do we start?" she asked. "Right now. I want you to get out the vibrator that you don't own," I instructed her, referring to the previous night's conversation when she denied ever using a vibrator. Lynn looked at me with that deer-in-the-headlights look, frozen by indecision as to how to respond. "Is it in your bedside table or your underwear drawer?" "My panty drawer," she said. Isn't that where it always is? "And which drawer is that, my dear? You can stay in bed and I'll get it." "Top left drawer in the dresser," she replied. I opened the top left drawer and was confronted with what must have been at least 50 pair of thongs and bikini panties, some very frilly and lacy. "You have some sexy things here, Miss Lynn. I hope you'll model them for me sometime," I said as I reached beneath the unmentionables and found what I was looking for. When I pulled it out, I could see that it was a slender, purple vibrator with a smooth exterior, no bumps or ridges, about 7 inches long. "Here's your old boyfriend," I said as I handed it to her. Now, what I want you to do is to turn it on and start using it on yourself, just like you would if I wasn't here, except . . . I'm here and I'm gonna be watching and I'm gonna get turned on. You can keep the sheet pulled up as long as you want but I expect you'll drop the sheet at some point, and . . . I'm guessing you've never done this with anyone else watching. When you finally cum, you'll probably cum real hard!" "Why?" she asked. "Because you have got to learn that focusing on your own needs is okay and because every inhibition that you overcome makes it a little easier to overcome the next inhibition and because, when you drop the sheet and I get to watch, I'll take off my clothes and you'll see how hard it makes me. Have you ever watched a guy make himself cum? Or even just stroke himself?" "No, nobody ever offered and I never thought to ask. I just figured that no guy would ever do that and they'd think I was a pervert," she explained, "but I guess that might get me turned on." "The idea of watching a guy do that gets you a little bit excited?" I asked. "A little bit," she meekly responded. "Are you a little bit wet already?" She simply nodded her head affirmatively. "Do you wanna watch me touch myself?" Again, she just nodded in agreement. "Pull the sheet down and I'll take off my clothes," I suggested. She immediately lowered the sheet and revealed her naked glory to my eyes. I already had a boner but seeing her naked made it even harder. I pulled off my shirt and then my pants and finally my boxers. My dick jumped out like a spring loaded monster. "Tell me what you want me to do," I said. "I . . . I wanna . . . I wanna see you stroke your penis," she said. "When you get all hot and bothered, clinical names just sound wrong. Would I rather have vigorous intromission with your vagina or fuck your pussy good and hard? Now, what do you want me to do?" "I wanna see you beat your bone, I wanna watch you fuck your man meat!" she bravely asserted with a nervous laugh. "So . . . you have watched a little porn," I noted. I began stroking my rod and it felt so hot to have my sister watching while I did it. "I'm not gonna make myself cum like this," I explained. "I'm saving all of that for you." After a few more strokes, I stopped. "Your turn," I announced. "You can use your fingers or you can use the vibrator." She turned on the vibrator and selected a slow speed. I watched as her left hand brought the tip of the vibrator to the top of her slit and finally brought it into contact with her love button. "Momma told me only bad girls do this," Lynn advised me. "I'm sure that she told you only bad girls do that and only the dirtiest of bad girls do that while somebody watches. It doesn't matter how dirty you are if you're with the man you love and you're doing what makes you both feel good. Now . . . slide that vibrator inside your pussy!" As I said that, she moved the vibrator lower and turned it around to position it for entry. I watched with extreme arousal as she began plunging the vibrator inside her cunt. Soon, she had it buried in her wet orifice. Lynn was lying on the edge of the bed and I knelt by her side, leaning forward and bringing my lips to her left nipple. As soon as my tongue touched her nipple, her breathing became heavier and her torso started coming up off the mattress. I reached over her body and found her right hand and pulled it up to place it on her right nipple. "Rub your nipple!" I instructed her. She started rolling her nipple between her thumb and index finger and suddenly, she was thrusting the vibrator in and out of her pussy much faster and harder. "Oh, I'm so close," she said desperately. "Moan like you mean it!" I insisted. She began moaning, softly at first, but then louder, and then her body arched up and her ass came off the mattress. "Oh fuck!" she said as I watched her body shudder in sexual delight. Within a few seconds, she pulled the vibrator from her pussy and I backed away from her chest. "You have beautiful nipples," I said. "I really like sucking 'em and just looking at 'em makes me hard! You can't imagine how desperate I am to have my dick in your pussy!" I climbed on the bed and immediately positioned myself between Lynn's legs. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, giving her one last chance to change her mind before we passed the point of no return. "I want you in me . . . now!" she insisted. I wasted no time in aligning my stiff rod with her well lubricated man hole and I started pushing forward. As I felt the crown of my dick touch her pussy lips, I felt flushed with the excitement of entering my sister's very slightly used vagina. She wrapped her legs around me and used her feet against my ass to pull me forward. "I'm not gonna break and I want you to do me hard!" she demanded. As I bottomed out in her, I felt her erect nipples against my chest. I knew her nipples were very sensitive, so I tried to start thrusting in a way that would allow my chest hairs to rub over her nipples. "You fill me up so good!" she said. "I wanna feel like this forever." "I'm not stopping 'til I cum in you," I responded. I placed my mouth over her lips and started kissing her passionately. My tongue wanted to devour her tongue just like my dick wanted to conquer her pussy and mark it with my cum. With every thrust into her wet snatch, I felt closer to orgasm. With every labored breath that I heard her take, I knew she was closer, also. "I'm so close!" I uttered. "I wanna cum in you so bad!" "I want you to cum in me!" she responded. I felt my male fluids churning and building and suddenly spewing forth and erupting through my hard shaft and into her warm, receptive chamber. "I'm cumming!" she exclaimed as I felt her pussy contract and squeeze my dick in pulsating waves. Her chest was heaving upwards and her little nipples were as hard as they could possibly be. "So good!" she decried as her orgasm began to subside. After the last spurt of my baby-making juice oozed into her pussy, I remained motionless until I felt my unit becoming soft. I pulled out and fell on the bed beside her, my energy spent, my body in need of at least a brief time out. Wife, Best Friend . . . And Sister "Wow!" she said. "I've never cum that hard in my entire life. When I was doing that little 'warm up exercise,' I felt so dirty and disgusting . . . but I couldn't stop myself, I was so turned on!" "You can't imagine how watching you made me feel like an animal. I just wanted to own your body and cum in you!" I said, trying to reinforce the idea that challenging those inhibitions would lead to good things. I rolled over, facing her, and put my arms around her. She snuggled up close, apparently wanting to be held. "You know I'm not in your bed just for sex, don't you?" I asked. "I hope not," she responded in a voice that told me how hurt she would be if I was just looking for casual sex. "No, no, no. Listen, this morning, when I was in the shower and you came in the bathroom, I told you that I wish I had a girlfriend just like you. I meant what I said. All that stuff about you being shy and inexperienced . . . most girls start out being shy and inexperienced. You just need some time with a guy who knows how to treat a lady and you'll come out of that shell and turn into a sexy tiger. And one other thing . . ." "What now?" she asked as if she was expecting to hear another demand. "About these boobs that you hate. I've been with girls with big boobs and I've been with girls with small boobs and the size of their boobs never made a difference as far as how much fun they were or how sexy they were. A small, petite girl with 36D boobs would look deformed and a big shouldered, tall girl with 34A boobs would look strange, too. Your boobs look perfect on you and seeing them makes me hard as a rock. I want you to promise that I can suck and lick on them every night we spend together, because I think they're perfect." "They make me look like a little girl," she complained. "You think that because you fell for the brainwashing that big girls have big boobs. Do you think all grown up guys have big dicks? 'Cause they don't. Some of us have average wieners, meaning 5 to 6 inches, and some guys have dicks that are only 4 inches long. But, you know what? Your clit is on the outside of your body and your G-spot is usually just 2 inches inside your pussy, so even a guy with a 4 inch dick can give you an orgasm. And a girl with small boobs - like you - can make a guy get so horny that he'd fuck a hole in the floor. I absolutely love your boobs and I'm planning on spending a whole lot of time with 'the twins.'" "Do you really mean all that or are you just trying to make me feel better?" "I do want you to feel better about your body, because you're beautiful, but I'd never tell you a lie just to try to make you feel a certain way. I said it and it's really the way I feel, period. . . . Oh, one more thing," I said again. "What now?" she asked. "I hope you're gonna let me spend the night with you, 'cause I wanna wake up with you in the morning. Who knows, maybe we'll do it again," I said with a bit of a smirk on my face. "We don't have to wait until the morning," she offered. "I feel like I've sorta been in control tonight and I think it's time for me to turn over the controls to you, so . . . do you have something in mind you'd like to do tonight?" "Sort of," she answered, "but I'll need to go clean up first. You asked me if I ever came when I had a guy licking on my . . . pussy and, no, I haven't. But . . . I'd like for you to change that. So . . . I'm gonna get in the shower real quick and then rejoin you." "How 'bout if we get in the shower together?" I asked. "Uhh . . . okay," she replied. We got in the shower and it wasn't a real quick shower, as I could not resist the temptation to fondle her beautiful nipples and to snuggle up behind her with my hard dick poking between her two butt cheeks. Eventually, we got out of the shower, dried ourselves, got something to drink, and returned to bed. I had her lay across the bed so that her butt was on the edge of the mattress and her legs were hanging over the edge. I then knelt on the floor and told her to place her feet up on my shoulders. "But . . . won't you be able to see my . . . heiney hole?" "Yeah, so what?" I asked very nonchalantly. "Well, Gary sort of played with my behind every now and then, just sort of caress me, but he never got down and stared at my behind and he never really touched me back there," she said. "Well, tonight, I'm not going to touch you back there but I probably will look at it . . . and sometime in the future, I'll probably stare at it and touch it and lick it and, eventually, we may even have anal sex, but not tonight, so . . . come on and put your feet up here," I instructed her, pointing to my shoulders. She reluctantly did as I told her to do, and I immediately commented, "I'm not gonna touch it tonight, but you do have a beautiful ass. I'm hard again just from looking at it and you haven't even touched me." Before she had a chance to respond, I started kissing the inside of her thigh, beginning closer to her knee and moving towards her pussy but not quite reaching her pussy lips. I then did the same thing on the other side. I then stuck my tongue out and started licking in big circles around her lips, licking between her pussy and her asshole, being careful to avoid touching the crinkled skin of her anus. When she thought that I had established a pattern with what I was doing, I immediately changed. I pulled my tongue directly up her midline, beginning at the bottom of her pussy and finishing when I reached her magic love button. I parted my teeth slightly and started sucking her clit into my mouth, between my lips, while licking in never ending circles around her little nub. I could feel and taste that she was getting very wet and when I heard her breathing getting ragged and raspy, I cranked it up a notch - bam! - by inserting two fingers into her pussy and massaging her G-spot. That's what it took to put her over the edge. "Oh, fuck, I'm so close . . . don't stop . . . oh yeah!" Her torso began arching up off the mattress and she scooted down towards me a bit as if that might put her clit deeper into my mouth. I stopped licking and sucked her clit as hard as I could and held it between my teeth while I gave it a very, very gentle tug. I felt Lynn's legs locking around my head and I couldn't move. I assumed that she was overwhelmed with the arousal and needed me to stop, so I stopped sucking and licking and simply allowed her to descend back down from her orgasmic bliss. "Oh, fuck, yeah! So good!" she muttered in between her shallow breaths. As soon as her legs released their vise-like hold on my head, I stood and rubbed the tip of my stiff dick over her pussy lips and her clit. "Are you gonna fuck me now?" she asked. "I have to or I'll explode!" I explained. "How do you want it?" "You decide!" she said. "Something different." "Okay," I responded. "You on top." I lay on the bed, about halfway between the two sides so she would have plenty of room. "Now, you get up and straddle my hips," I instructed her. She got in position and started stroking my meat. "That feels real good but I know what'll feel even better," I said. "Put me inside you." She rose up and slid the tip of my rocket towards her silo and then let herself sink down, impaling herself on my Saturn V. "Now you're in charge of making me cum," I said, challenging her to unleash her sexual energy and not just be a recipient of hedonistic attention. She began sliding straight up and down and, after a few strokes, I could feel her pussy getting wetter. Then she leaned forward, as if she was experimenting with her position, and she discovered that she could control what part of her pussy was getting stroked by my piston. At one point, she bent forward so that her cute little boobs were within the reach of my lips and I stuck my tongue out to bathe her nipple. When my tongue touched her little pebble, I felt a shudder run through her body as if I had touched the core of her sexual energy. "Your little boobs make you look like an 18 year old virgin!" I admitted. "You can't imagine how hot that gets me." "You're so much better than the losers I've known, I might as well be a virgin 'cause nobody ever made me feel this alive!" "I wanna cum in your little pussy!" I gasped. "You're so fuckin' tight!" "I need your dick in me so bad. Don't pull out when you're finished." "Lynn, I'm not going anywhere, baby." I reached up and started playing with both of her nipples. She reacted as if her nipples were directly connected to her pussy. I felt ripples travelling through her vaginal walls and that made me start thrusting up into her when she was travelling downward on my rod. I soon felt the swelling and sensation of pressure behind my balls and then I knew that my orgasm was inevitable. "I'm so close, baby. I'm gonna cum in you!" She started thrusting even faster and moaning, "oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck me!" and the quivering in her body told me that she was cumming. I felt her pussy squeezing my dick and pushed me over the edge. I began pumping my load of cum into her shaking wet slit. "Fuck! Fuck!" I said as I squirted my man juice into her. After three or four spurts, I felt Lynn coming down from her orgasmic high and she started leaning forward to lay on top of me. I put my arms around her and held her close to me. "Nobody's ever made me feel like this, Lynn. You make me feel like I'm everything you want, like I'm the most important guy on the planet. It just feels so . . . different, and . . . so damn good. I'm so glad I'm here, in your life, in your bed, and . . . don't stop doing what you're doing . . . please!" "In case you don't remember," she said, "you had me before 'hello.'" * * * Lynn and I started dating. I know it sounds weird to be dating your sister but I wanted this to feel like a normal relationship, as much as possible. Yes, I know, having a sexual relationship with your sister is way outside the norm in our culture, but I wanted Lynn to feel that she was being courted. I remained in my apartment and she remained in hers for several months. I started spending Friday nights in her bed and she was in my bed on Saturday nights. We cooked meals together, watched movies on TV, went out to eat, went to the theatre to see new movies, we went to a football game, we attended a concert. We did all the things that couples do when they are dating exclusively. Lynn was an eager student in the bedroom. She learned to give oral sex and very gradually learned to let me finish in her mouth and to swallow. I modified her favorite position. She would sit in the bed with her feet tucked underneath her and I would get behind her and reach around and use one vibrator on her clit and another on her nipples. The first time we did it like that, I thought that she squirted a little bit, but I'm not sure because I was distracted with her loud moans. We tried lots of positions that were new for her. Standing on the floor, bent over the bed taking it from behind. Reverse cowgirl. Spooning. On the sofa with her straddling my lap, facing me. Whatever position we used, she always came when we did it. Eventually, she got brave enough to play with my ass while she was giving me a blow job and, one night when she was under the influence of a few margaritas, she put some K-Y on her finger and gave me a prostate massage while she sucked my unit. I think I came two quarts that night. About four months into our new relationship, I asked her to tie me up and do whatever she wanted with me. As soon as all four limbs were secured, she straddled my face and had me eat her pussy, then she jumped on me in a reverse cowgirl and, leaning forward, began fingering my asshole. A few second later, she got some K-Y and eased her index finger into my puckered orifice. If you've never done that, I know it sounds real weird but . . . if you've tried it, you know just how good it feels. The next weekend, I asked her to let me tie her up. This, of course, was after the obligatory margaritas which always loosened her gradually relaxing inhibitions. I used some of my old silk ties and it was comfortable for her but she was defenseless and completely vulnerable. I straddled her face and let her lick my dick for a minute. Next, I moved down the bed and rubbed the tip of my dick on her boobs. I think her nipples were just as hard as my dick at this point. Then I turned around and got a vibrator lubricated and inserted in her pussy. I bent forward and started sucking and licking on her clit while I lowered my dick to her lips and offered her my man meat. She sucked me in between her lips and I started thrusting in and out of her sweet lips while I continued massaging her clit with my tongue. When I started cumming in her mouth, her wet pussy started shaking and pulsing and he body convulsed in waves of orgasmic delight. Yes, we were certainly making progress. Every minute with Lynn was not devoted to kinky sex. We eventually moved into a three bedroom apartment and we settled into the life of a cohabiting couple, what the government refers to as POSSLQ's (persons of opposite sex sharing living quarters.) We rearranged the furniture. We got rid of some stuff to make room for new stuff. We weren't ready to explain everything to Mom and Dad, though I think they were starting to get suspicious, so we set up two separate bedrooms and we alternated nights sleeping in my bed or her bed. We went grocery shopping together. We took a long weekend trip out of town and I booked our room as Mr. & Mrs.; Lynn loved it and she had a renewed vigor those nights when we engaged in hotel sex. Back home, we even had a party for her co-workers, although we were very discreet in not revealing the depth of our relationship. And we continued to enjoy our sexual relationship. Every sexual encounter was not an opportunity to push the limits and sometimes we simply made sweet love in the missionary position, allowing me to look in to her eyes as she gave me incredible pleasure. After about six months of dating, I decided that I was in love with Lynn and that I wanted to make us permanent. I know that some guys propose when they are in bed naked with their honey and, if that's your style, that's fine . . . for you. But that's not for me. I think there is too much potential for something being influenced by the passion of the moment and . . . when people ask her 'how did he propose?,' what is she going to say? "Well, I was in the reverse cowgirl and he tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Can you turn around for a minute? There's something I need to ask you." No, I wanted my proposal to be as romantic as possible because Lynn deserved the best proposal that any woman could ever have. Although I planned to propose, I knew that we could not have a legal marriage which would be recognized by the government. However, we could have a ceremony maybe for a few friends and family and pledge our faithfulness and devotion to each other, and our promises would be sealed by the strength of our hearts. Lynn deserved to have an engagement ring and a wedding ring. She deserved to have her day as a bride. I decided to have a beach outing and I would propose to Lynn there. I have a friend who is a jeweler who told me that I could pick out a ring and, if Lynn wanted to exchange it for something that she picked out later, she could do that . . . as long as the replacement ring was more expensive than whatever I picked out! My friend was just joking when he added that last condition but I didn't think that would be a problem. I selected a yellow gold band in an antique style with a 1.5 carat diamond graded at D VVS1, with two side accent diamonds at 0.5 carats each. If you know anything about diamonds, you know that this was not a cheap ring. I asked Lynn to take a Friday afternoon off of work for our picnic on the beach and I did the same. We both got home around 12:30 pm, changed into our beach clothes, packed a cooler and a few lounge chairs, and headed out to a state park that has an excellent undeveloped 4 miles of beach. We parked the car and toted everything across the dunes and down the beach just a little bit. The park was almost empty, since it was a weekday, and that is what I had hoped for. After we dropped everything, I suggested that we take a walk down the beach. We headed north, so the sun was at our backs, and we held hands as we strolled. After about 15 minutes of small talk, I said, "Lynn, there's something that I need to tell you." She immediately turned to me with a concerned look on her face. "What's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong, honey. In fact, everything's right. I just want to talk about where our relationship is heading. We've been together for about six months and it's been everything that I ever hoped for. You remember a conversation with me back then about everything seeming to be so meaningless? Well, I haven't felt that way in a long time. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I have a purpose in life and I don't wonder whether I'm doing the right thing. "The only problem is that society really doesn't accept what we're doing . . . and that's an understatement. No matter what we want, we can't get married, not here, not anywhere in this country, not anywhere in any other country. Nobody's going to come lock us up just because we're living together, but if we start telling people what we're doing, we might get fired from our jobs, our friends might all turn on us, our own parents might disown us. The future for us doesn't look that wonderful!" "Are you saying that you want us to break up?" Lynn asked. I could see tears starting to form in her eyes. "Oh, no, no, no, honey!" I reassured her as I put my arms around her and cradled her head against my chest. I gave her a minute to settle down before I continued. "No, I only mentioned those things because it affects everything that we might want to plan for a future together. I know that this may be crazy, but if it is . . . then I'm crazy . So be it." I got down on one knee and held her hand in mine. "I can't imagine my future without you being there beside me. I have found the one I want for the rest of my life. Miss Lynn, I would be very honored if you would agree to be my wife." By the time I finished those words, I had a few tears in my eyes. "But . . . we can't get married!" Lynn exclaimed. "No, we can't have a legal marriage, but we can have our own wedding ceremony, and we can have vows, and we can have a wedding cake, a honeymoon, and I can carry you over the threshold. And with genetic counseling, we can even have babies. It's the best we can hope for and it's certainly not ideal but it's more than enough for me, so . . . do you want to think about it?" I asked. She paused for a moment and then emphatically replied "No!" Well, that was not what I expected to hear. "What do you mean 'no'? Don't you love me?" "Of course I love you, silly! 'No' means 'no, I don't need to think about it.'" "Okay, so . . . may I have your hand in marriage?" I repeated my question. Lynn dropped down to her knees so that we were facing each other, eye to eye. "Jack, you feel like you are as much a part of me as my arms and legs. When I think of the future, I am always beside you. I never expected this and we're going to have problems but . . . if you're crazy, then I'm crazy, too. Yes, I'll marry you, I'll be your wife, I'll have our babies, and I'll fuss at you when you're a slob . . . but, mainly, I'll love you." I reached into my pocket and pulled out the engagement ring. "If you don't like this ring, we can go shopping and exchange this for something else, but I wanted to have a ring to put in your finger today. I was kinda planning on you saying 'yes.'" "Well, you're rather sure of yourself, aren't you?" Lynn asked teasingly.