0 comments/ 46832 views/ 0 favorites A Wrong By: gentle_man He knew what he was about to do was WRONG! He was in the bedroom of a twenty year old woman. She was not his wife. How she enticed him into her room isn't important. What is important, he wanted the young woman standing before him more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. With trembling hands he reached for her and she glided against him. His lips locked on hers and her body molded into him. "She's less than half your age!" his conscience screamed. "Your daughter is older than her! Have you gone out of your stupid, fucking mind?" Desire was all he could feel and it was much stronger than his conscience. Breaking the kiss, he raised his hands and, with trembling fingers, started unbuttoning her blouse. "This is faster," she said and grabbing the hem, pulled the blouse over her head. A white lace bra held the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. His hands ached to hold them. Quickly he undid the front opening clasp to free her tits. He pulled the cups off her breasts and pushed the bra off her shoulders and onto the floor. "You life has been blameless up to now. Do you really want to end it here? Is this, this female worth that?" She moaned as his work callused hands cupped her tits, his thumbs flicking over the nipples. She grabbed his head and pulled him into another hot, wet kiss. Then she grabbed the bottom of his polo shirt and pulled it over his head. The hair on his chest tickled her boobs as they embraced again. He kissed his way down her chest, licking and sucking the nipples as he lowered himself to his knees. He pop the button on her skirt open and lowered the zipper in one smooth action. Hooking his thumbs in the waist band of her skirt and panties, he pulled them down. She stepped out of them and flipped off her sandals. She was now totally nude, a young goddess, perfect in every feature. Shoulder length coal black hair framed a round face, with dark brown eyes, small nose and full pink lips. Her slender neck tapered to small shoulders which sloped into her full chest. Her breasts stood out firm and proud, about a b-cup he guessed, with brown nipples hard from excitement and want. Her waist was narrow as was her hips. Her swollen labia could be seen through her black pubic hair. Strong muscled legs tapered to petite feet with toenails painted the same pink as her lips. Looking right at her sex, he slid his hands up her legs, his left hand to her right buttock and his right hand between her legs until it reached her pussy. The lips were swollen and wet and he rubbed his finger into the fold. "OH, GOD YES," she screamed as she orgasmed from his very first touch. Only his hand on her behind kept her from falling over backwards. "Please stop. You must stop, I can't take it!" "Think about your job! If the boss finds out you've touched a client, you'll be fired. If the college finds out you've touched a student, you'll be unemployed." "Stand up," she said. When he was standing she pulled the belt open, undid the button at the waist band of his jeans and slid the zipper down. She grabbed the waist of his jeans and dropped to her knees before him, pulling his pants and boxers down to his ankles. His hard cock flipped up so hard it slapped his stomach, then settled down to point straight out, aimed at her mouth. She had seen college boys naked before, but this was a man. His dark hair was just a little long, prematurely gray at the temples. Blue gray eyes gazed steadily at her with a mature confident stare that belied the voice of his conscience screaming at him. His shoulders and chest were solid without being over muscled. His stomach showed a middle aged softness and his waist had a small roll of love handles. His buns, hips and legs were well defined from running every morning. She stared at his penis as if hypnotized. It was not huge, it was not small. She knew it was going to fill her up and give her great pleasure. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against the head causing him to moan. With her hands on his butt, she pulled him toward her, forcing his dick into her mouth. Keeping her lips tight, she felt every millimeter slide in until it almost started her gag reflex, where she stopped it. There was more to go, but that was for another time. "Your parents will be so ashamed of you. Your mother will probably have a heart attack. Is this a good example for your nieces and nephews? How do you think you'll explain this?" Sucking as hard as possible, she pulled back then plunged down hard again. Twice more and he was so close to cumming he pulled out of her mouth. Looking up at him, she said, "Cum in my mouth. Oh, please, I want to taste you. Cum in my mouth, please." "No, he said, "not this time. This time i want your body." He then sat down on the bed that was behind him. "Undo my boots and pull my pants off." "You know what Pastor Bob will do. You'll be kicked off the official board. You will never teach Sunday school again. You will be shunned by all those sweet old ladies in the missionary society. You'll be lucky if they allow you to even come to church. This is the sin they never forgive." With child-like eagerness she untied the laces and pulled the boots off, then the socks then the jeans and boxers. She leaned forward and kissed his knees, then kissed up to his balls and to his cock. He put his hands under her arms and pulled her up on top of him before she could start sucking on him again. She was laying stretched out on him as they kissed again. He slid his hands down her sides, up over her buttocks and down between her thighs. With gentle pressure he pulled her legs apart until she straddled his waist, then he pushed up on her shoulders until she was sitting on his cock. She started humping her hips, masturbating on his dick. He reached up and squeezed her tits, then pulled gently on her nipples. Her body was aflame with lust as she looked down at him and pleaded, "Put it in me. I need you now. Please, please, fuck me. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard. I need you so badly." He grabbed his dick and pressed the head to her hole. "Stop now!" screamed his conscience. "You can still walk away. You haven't committed adultery yet. You can talk your way out. Everything can still be all right. You are......OH WOW!!" And he slid his penis in. "Your wife will never sleep with you again. She said she wouldn't like you. She said if you're ever unfaithful she'd never have sex with you again." Her eyes closed and fireworks exploded in her body as his cock filled her. The wet tightness on her young cunt was better than anything he had ever felt before. Climaxes started hitting her body like machine gun fire as she pounded up and down on him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, drawing blood. The pain caused his to ram himself harder into her as she slammed down on him. He bent his neck up and started sucking on her right tit. Soft whimpering sounds came from her as he nipped gently at her left nipple. Time distorted for them. Did they fuck for hours? Minutes? Seconds? It didn't matter because she could take no more and fainted on top of him. He rolled over so she was under him and looked worriedly into her face. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked up at him. "Cum now. Cum in me. Fill me up. Please, now, cum in me now." He was at the edge and after only a few thrusts he started cumming. Five, six, seven times he shot his seed into her, so strong it almost hurt. His lust satisfied, his penis quickly lost it's hardness and slipped out of her. Looking at him with eyes filled with wonder, she said, "It's never been that good before. In my wildest dreams I never thought it could be so wonderful. Promise me you'll come back. Promise me we'll do it again. I'll be your's, any time, any where. I'll do whatever you say. Promise me we'll do it again." "I promise. I want, no, need. I need to make love to you again. I will call as soon as I can. But I have to go now." "Kiss me once more before you go." And he did. * * * * * When he got home that night, his wife asked him, "So how was your day, dear?" "Not too bad," he replied, "but I got stuck on one hard job this afternoon. Some rich, snooty college princess. I'll probably have to go back again just to keep her happy. You know how these kids can be." He had never lied to her before. It was easier than he thought. A Wrong Number "You did what?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked at my friend, Jenny, in disbelief. "I followed Mark...and I saw what I saw." Jenny looked down at her hands. "You followed my husband. Why?" I sat down on the couch beside her. "You said you were wondering if he was screwing around. So, I followed him." She reached down and took her cell phone out of her purse. "I took pictures." "You have got to be kidding me." I took the phone from her, dreading what I would see. I silently flipped through the pictures. My husband of one year. Making out with some woman in his car. More pictures of him walking with her, hand-in-hand, into a hotel. He didn't look like he was worried about getting caught or anything. "They were in there for two hours." Jenny said quietly. "You stayed there and watched for him to come out?" I asked in surprise. "Yeah. I know you care for him. I'm sorry to be the messenger of such bad news. But you had a feeling he was doing this. You can't be too surprised." "I know. It's just that I was hoping I was wrong." I handed the phone back to her. "What am I going to do? I can't go back to my mom's. She warned me not to marry Mark in the first place. She always said eighteen was too young to get married." "You're nineteen now. You don't have to make any rash decisions right away. I wouldn't confront Mark yet. Maybe you can just wait it out. Give yourself time to process it all." "You're right. I'll do that. You better go. Your boyfriend will be home soon and wonder where you are." I stood. "Are you sure you're okay?" Jenny stood also. "I'm fine. Thanks, Jenny. I really appreciate you. You're an awesome friend. I'll text you later." I followed her to the front door and opened it. "Okay. I'll see you later. Stay strong." I shut the door behind her and leaned against it. I lowered my head and sighed. My head jerked up when I heard my cell phone's ringtone. Looking around, I finally spotted it across the room on the sideboard. I hurried but didn't reach it before it stopped ringing. Looking at the missed calls, it was a number I didn't recognize. I waited to see if they left a voice mail. Nothing. Hmm. I didn't normally do this, but I decided to call the number back. "This is Jack." The deep voice on the other end of the line sent shivers down my spine. "Hi...Jack. I just got a missed call from this number." I said. There was a pause. "I must have dialed the wrong number. Sorry about that. I hope I didn't interrupt anything, hon." "Just my life falling apart. But I'll be all right." I sighed. "No matter what you're going through. It's going to be all right. Just breathe." "Yes, sir." I took a deep breath and smiled. "Thank you." I could hear the grin in his voice. "Good girl. If you don't mind, I just want to tell you that you have a very sexy voice." I blushed. "Thanks. You have a very nice voice, too." "Thank you." He said huskily. "What color is your hair?" "Auburn." "Long or short?" "To my waist." "Very nice. Eyes?" "Four of them." There was a pause. Then a deep chuckle. "What?" "I have two eyes, four if you count my glasses." He laughed. "What color?" "Black with gold on the sides." I had a huge smile on my face that just wouldn't stop. "You have black eyes with gold on the sides?" Humor laced his voice. I laughed. "No, my glasses are black with a little gold. My eyes are hazel. Mix of brown and green." He laughed. "You're funny." "Yeah, sometimes I can be. What about you? Hair and eye color?" "Brown hair, pretty short. Not to my waist. Grey eyes, only two of them, unless I'm reading or doing paperwork, then I wear readers." I laughed. "Very nice." "You have a very contagious laugh, babe. You sound amazing." He paused. "I know this is sudden, and we don't know each other. But would you meet me for lunch today?" My heart started racing. I bit my lip. I thought about all that I had found out today. About Mark and his cheating. I took a deep breath. "Yes." "Okay. How far are you from the Café on Edwards Street?" "It's not very far. Fifteen minutes or so." "It's almost twelve now. 12:30? Does that sound all right?" "Perfect." I said firmly. "What will you be wearing?" I thought about it. Something sexy. "Plaid skirt and a red top." "I'll be there." "I'll see you there." We hung up and I looked at my reflection in the mirror above the sideboard. What in the hell was I doing? I shook my head at myself and headed in to the bedroom. I put on my short black, white, and red plaid skirt and snug, low-cut red top. I pulled on my black high heels, touched up my makeup and brushed my hair. I put a black headband on but left my hair flowing down my back. Grabbing my purse, I headed out the door. Fifteen minutes later, I was parked in front of the Café. I bit my lip and looked around. At 12:28, I took a deep breath and headed inside. Standing inside the entrance, I looked around. There weren't very many people in the small restaurant. In the back corner, I noticed a brown-haired man in a suit. He stood, staring at me, as I walked across the room towards him. He held out his hand. "Hi. I'm Jack." "It's nice to meet you." I took his hand, my eyes widening at the tingle I felt. He led me to a chair and helped me into it. "You've a very pretty girl." "Thank you." He was very nice looking, for an older man. He looked to be in his forties. We ordered a sandwich and drinks, but couldn't keep our eyes off of each other. His hand found my bare knee under the table, his fingers sliding up and down my thigh. I let my knees fall apart, giving his hand access to my inner thigh. It grasped my thigh firmly. My breathing became more erratic the longer we sat there, pretending to eat. Finally, Jack threw some money on the table, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of the Café. Instead of heading over to a vehicle, he pulled me across the parking lot to the Edwards Street Inn next door. At the front desk, he quickly asked for a room, paid for it, and then led the way upstairs. He pulled me into the room, closed the door, shoved me up against it, and kissed me. His mouth ravaged mine. His hands pulled my top free of my skirt, lifting it and freeing my breasts from my bra. He squeezed my breasts, tugging on my nipples. His mouth moved down to my neck, nibbling on the skin under my ear. That spot drove me nuts. I moaned, arching my back, and grabbed his shoulders. His hands moved down to pull my skirt up and my panties down. My hands went to his suit pants, unfastening them quickly. I pulled his cock out, admiring the size and how hard he was. "Your cock is so nice, Jack." He grasped my hips and lifted me up. My legs wrapped around his waist as his cock impaled me deeply. He slammed me against the door, his hardness gliding in and out of my soaking wet puss. My hands pulled at his hair, my mouth finding his neck, tongue licking at his skin. "Oh, yes. You feel so good, Jack. Fuck me harder." "Oh, baby. Your puss feels so good." He continued to slam into me as deep as he could go. His movements increased, his hips thrusting faster and faster. "Oh, my God. Yes, oh, here it comes...oh yes!" My orgasm ripped through me just as I felt his cock throb inside me, spurting hot cum deep into me. Our breathing slowly returned to normal as we rested against the door, his face buried against my long hair. "You are spectacular, hon." He whispered against my ear. "You're pretty awesome, too." I said with a grin. I looked across the room at the clock on the wall. "Shit. I have to go. My husband will be home soon." "Yeah, I should get back to the office." He refastened his pants and dropped a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Thank you. You made my day brighter." "You're welcome. You made mine brighter, also." We left the inn and headed our separate ways, not promising to meet each other again. I headed home and cursed when I saw Mark's truck in the driveway. He was home already. I didn't even get to clean Jack's cum from my puss. Shit. I shrugged. Fuck it. I opened the door and walked in. Mark was sitting on the couch watching the sports channel. Of course. He glanced up at me. "Hey. Wow. You look hot. Come here." I walked towards him, pointing in the general direction of our room. "I really need to--" He grabbed me, flung me down on the couch, yanked my panties off, and immediately started licking my puss. He inserted two fingers inside me. How could he not notice the cum that was already there? The bastard. He already fucked someone else today and now he was wanting it from me. Oh, well. He was extremely good at giving oral. I leaned back, bared my breasts, playing with them, and enjoyed his ministrations. As usual, it wasn't long before he made me explode. He stood, pulling his cock out of his jeans. I really didn't want him inside me after he had fucked someone else, so I begged him to squirt his load on my tits. "Oh, yeah, baby, make yourself cum.. all over my tits." I continued rubbing my tits, pinching my nipples as he played with himself. His hand moved up and down his length, quickening as he watched me touching myself. "Oh, yeah, cum for me. Let me see your cum all over my tits." I lifted my breasts, licking at my nipples. His hand was a blur as he jacked off. He leaned towards me, rubbing his cock on my breasts as he groaned. His hot cum spurted out, landing on my tits. He redid his jeans and sat down beside me. "So, how was your day?" he asked with a sigh. I grinned to myself. "Same old, same old. Nothing exciting." I lied. "How was yours?" "Same as usual." He turned back to the television. "So, what are we having for dinner?" -------------------------------------------------- A Wrong So Right This story is based on a true fantasy. Author's Note: I always enjoy a good character building story. I feel it brings the reader a little closer to the story and allows for a richer experience. When you finish please take just a few seconds to vote and or leave some feedback. This will mark my second story published on a site such as this and I would love to get some honest responses. Thanks and enjoy! Sometime during junior year of high-school my dad divorced his second wife and my evil stepmother. He began dating a very nice woman named Susan. This was a big change for me, especially since I was only 16 when this happened. I was glad to finally be rid of the absolutely horrible woman who made my life hell for 11 years. My dad began dating Susan pretty heavily and soon it was obvious that they were going to stay together. Some time passed and then came the day when I was to meet her kids. She had three children from a previous marriage; Ian the youngest, Samantha the middle child and Melissa the eldest, all younger than me. They were shy at first but since I was, and still am, a kid at heart I soon had them laughing and enjoying their time over with some video games and funny jokes every now and then. Over the next two years things did get serious between my dad and Susan. They bought a house together and moved the two families into one. Around this same time I was getting ready to start college but like some adolescents I didn't quite get my things together so instead I found work at a nearby construction company. It took up a lot of my time and eventually I was offered a chance to make more money but that would mean moving to another state. I hated still living at home, mainly because my dad still felt the need to run my life even though I was 18 already. So I moved and visited my dad, Susan, and my new step-siblings as often as work would allow, which ended up being on holiday's and the occasional summer vacation. Each time I returned home the kids were taller, but always glad to see me and complaining that I can never stay very long. Now we jump forward a few years in this story. I was approaching my 26th birthday and a job within my company opened up right in my home town. I grabbed at the opportunity to be a district manager and be closer to my family at the same time, which I had begun to miss terribly. Often I regretted my decision to move and therefore missed out on much of my two sister's and brother's lives. I always wanted to be that cool older brother that they could turn to for advice and help whenever they needed it. When I finally moved back home I surprised my family one night as they were about to sit down to dinner. My dad opened the door with a look of total shock and the rest of the family came running to greet me. It had been almost a year since my last visit, though I still kept in contact with regular phone calls. I got five sets of hugs and five happy faces to see me once again. They were even happier when I told them I lived just fifteen minutes away and would be there to stay. By this time Melissa had turned 20, Samantha-Sam as we all called her- just turned 18, and the little guy Ian was now 15. I had to stop and think about how the time passed by so quickly and how these kids who I remember as little and immature were now all grown up. Melissa was a fine looking woman now. Well defined, with curves in the right place and a maturity in her voice that surprised me. Ian was now nearly as tall as me and trying to grow a mustache which of course I teased him about, saying he looked like he had some dirt on his lip. Finally, Sam; to say she had changed was an understatement. She had blossomed into an absolute knockout-gorgeous woman in the blink of an eye, or at least sometime in the year I had seen her last. Gone was the baby fat that I remembered, replaced with an angelic face. Her soft brown eyes sparkled with her infectious smile and her long brown hair had a silky sheen and a softness that was warming. That day I surprised my family she was wearing a tight ringer t-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama shorts with the waist folded down revealing the upper curves of her hips. A small strip of midriff showed between the shirt and shorts letting me see the creamy white skin that had me thinking the wrong thoughts. Her legs were toned and so smooth. Again the wrong kind of thoughts kept popping into my head and I had a strong urge to run my fingertips lightly across her skin. I shook myself of these thoughts and actually kept them out the rest of the night. Even though I was away so much my siblings and I were always close and loved to spend time playing video games or watching a movie on the giant TV my dad bought some time back. That night wasn't any different and we all decided to watch a movie before everyone went to bed. The four of us piled on the couch while my dad and Susan sat in the love seat. Sam had sat right next to me and I could smell her special shampoo and soap from her recent shower. I couldn't help but be intoxicated by her scent and soon my cock swelled in my jeans, luckily baggy enough to hide the bulge. I really don't remember what movie we watched because I spent that time cursing to myself that what I was thinking and how I was reacting was so wrong. She was my sister, my step-sister, but still someone I always thought of and loved like I would a real sister. Once the movie finished I said my goodnights and promised regular visits all the time. Susan told me I should come to dinner on Saturday which was in two days. I agreed and drove the fifteen minutes back to my place. I showered and went to bed. Well I tried to go to bed but I lay awake trying to figure out why I couldn't shake the sight of her firm body in that tight shirt and short shorts. Sleep finally came but along with it dreams of my dad hunting me down with the police right behind him, yelling at me that I was a pervert and I was sick. Let's just say when I woke up the next morning I felt like shit, mentally and physically. Work was a blessed relief from the thoughts in my head about Sam. I checked in that morning with the regional manager I would be working under. He gave me the regular orientation that I expected and spent the rest of the day meeting and greeting all the guys who'd be working for me, which really wasn't much. It was a small district I was in charge of. After work I hit the town to reacquaint myself to all the hotspots and shops in the area. That night I was able to sleep better. I chocked it all up to not being laid in a while and the first hot chick that got within five feet of me just caused a natural reaction. It was a rationalization I know, but I had convinced myself at the time. Saturday morning was perfect. The temperature outside was inviting so I decided to go for a run. As I ran I tried to plan out my day, but a stray thought led to my sister and soon the sound of her laughter and the smell of her filled my senses and I almost tripped over that flat part in the ground. I was losing focus and my stride was off from my normal pace, so I turned around and headed back, cutting my run in half. I went straight to my bathroom and took a cold shower, trying to shock those wrong images out of my mind. But as I toweled off my cock, once again, swelled and stood straight up. Fuck, I thought, what is wrong with me? Still I moved my hand to my cock and started stroking it slowly. I broke down and let Sam fill my mind. I closed my eyes and pictured her as I saw her last; so young and vibrant, full of energy. What the hell, I thought, if it's all in my mind who is it really hurting. Then my mind's eye watched as she removed her shirt and tossed it to the floor. Next she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall in front of her. I knew my hands would fit perfectly around those c-cups, gently pinching her hard nipples. All those thoughts worked to put me over the edge and I came all over the bathroom floor. It built deep within me and when it hit I nearly fell over. I reached out my hand to stabilize myself on the sink. Once the last spasms pulsed through my cock I caught myself in the mirror. There I was, cock in hand, dripping come onto the floor, and all because of Sam. I felt ashamed of what I had done, but I cleaned up and tried not to think about it. The day dragged on as I dreaded having to go have dinner with my family. Sam would be there of course and I didn't know how I would react to her now that I had these incestuous thoughts in my head that seemed to be setting up a home in there. They just wouldn't leave and every time I was able to put it out of my mind it would jump right back in with a vengeance. I was in trouble for sure. I watched the clock with butterflies the size of eagles fluttering in my stomach but eventually it was time to go. I arrived just before dinner was ready so everyone -except Susan who was preparing the dinner- sat in the living room. I caught them up on what was the latest and greatest in my life. My dad asked if I had a girlfriend. I told him briefly about Karen, who broke up with me a week before I had moved back home. After that it was the usual family small talk, and finally on to dinner. After dinner my dad and Susan left for a night out with some friends from their work. Ian and Melissa headed to their rooms and that left Sam and I alone in the living room watching TV. To say that I felt awkward being alone with her would be another understatement. I felt like a shy teenager and a perverted old man all at the same time. She asked me if I was ok. To which I replied sure but with a far too shaky voice. Sam sat next to me and leaned up against my shoulder. Now this is a normal thing for me and her. We had always been pretty close and I always felt right being that strong, protective older brother. At no time before that night would any thought of her sensuality have entered my mind; however my cock had a mind of its own. "It's good to have you home, Steve," she murmured to me during a commercial, "I missed you." "It's good to be home. I should never have left, Sam. I missed so much." I reached around her shoulders and gave her a light hug. She shifted a little in her seat, giving me a smile that set a fire in my heart and my loins. Sam moved positions so she was lying lengthwise along the couch and propped her feet up on my thighs. My cock practically jumped in my pants and was now painfully erect but stuck eight inches down the left leg of my pants. I was mortified by the situation. My sister's feet were mere inches from the head of my cock. Sweat popped out on my forehead and I knew I would have to leave or chance being discovered with a hard on while Sam, my own sister, was touching me. How would I get up with a ragging erection that would tent my pants as soon as I moved? How could I adjust myself so it wasn't so obvious? To make matters worse she turned onto her side. This pulled her shorts up tightly against her plump, firm cheeks, exposing the beginning curve of her ass. I saw this from the corner of my eye and when I could tell she wouldn't see my head turn I dared a peek. It was the most amazing ass I had ever seen. This could have been because I was so horny and a flat piece of paper with an ass drawn on it would have looked good, but I was wrong frame of mind to begin with. Quickly I moved my head back towards the TV. From my peripherals I saw her head turn slightly up to look at me. When I glanced at her face she simply gave me a little smile and faced the TV once more. I thought I was caught for sure, but she didn't move or say anything. So now I really had to get up from me seat or the sound of ripping cloth was going to be heard as my cock went incredible hulk on my boxers and pants. I cleared my throat. "You want something to drink?" I asked with a dry voice and a catch in my throat. "Soda? Thanks Steve." She said. Now came the tricky part, getting up without getting caught. She scooted her feet in closer to her which only served to expose more of that milky white skin hiding under the flannel shorts. I stood up and out, still facing the TV and did a kind of sideways walk so she couldn't see my insanely obvious and large erection. I tried to pretend I was still watching the TV as I entered the kitchen to our right. Finally I was able to reach down and pull my cock upright in my pants and relieve the pressure. I caught the handle of the fridge, taking a deep tremulous breath. Luckily two sodas were left in the fridge and I brought them back to the couch. "Thanks" "Sure." I sat back down on the couch and watched in horror as she placed her feet back on my legs once again. This time my cock was up and out of the way but still as hard as rock. I was grateful that the only light was the light from the TV so she couldn't accidentally see the tent in my pants. She opened her soda, took a sip and let out a loud, sarcastic "ahhhh", finally setting her drink down on the coffee table. As I finished my soda a yawn cracked my jaws. I used that as an excuse to head home and get some sleep. Sam followed me to the door and told me I couldn't leave without giving her hug. She ended up squeezing me so hard it pushed some of my breath back out of my lungs. "Ooof, what's that for?" I grunted. "I'm just glad you're back, that's all." She said into my chest. I was careful to keep my erection from pressing into her stomach, as I was sure she would know something was up then. It just wouldn't go down. I finally pried her arms away and said my goodnight. As I turned to walk around the corner of the house I took one last look back to the front door. Sam was still standing with the door cracked watching me leave. I got home around eleven that night and decided to put in some porn, relieve a little pressure that had been stored up for hours. My selection was limited as Karen, my ex, had discovered the larger portion of the porn collection and tossed it one day while I was at work, but I still had a few oldies but goodies hidden away. After about 30 minutes I took out my thick cock and began stroking slowly. I could feel that familiar sensation building in my balls, and then suddenly my cell phone began to ring. Still stroking my cock I picked up the phone to see who was calling. It was Sam. I checked the time and thought to myself, why is she calling? It's almost midnight. I pressed pause on the porn and hit the 'answer call' button. "Sam?" "Hey, yea it's me," she said with an excited voice, "are you home?" "Well yea I'm home. Why?" "Ok well don't be mad but I'm pulling into your driveway." I was confused and shocked and didn't say a word at first. "Steve?" "Uh wow, ok. Everything ok Sis?" "I'll explain in a minute." With that she hung up the phone. I quickly turned off my computer, put my cock back in my shorts and walked to the front door. I opened it up just as she was getting ready to knock. Sam had a suitcase in each hand and a large purse stuffed to bursting slung over one shoulder. With a shaky grin she pushed her way in the door and dropped her baggage in the living room. When she turned around a look of desperation came across her face. "Ok so I'm not going to beat around the bush with a long explanation. I need a place to live for awhile. I just can't live at home anymore. Dad and I just do not get along at all and I really can't take one more day living there. I know you don't want your little sister hanging around but I didn't have anywhere else to go." When she finished her little speech she stared at the ground with a frown on her face as if expecting me to turn her down. Unfortunately for me the first thought that flashed into my mind was getting the chance to stare at her all I wanted. What a bad brother I was being. I wanted it to be right but I still knew it was so very wrong. I thought for a moment and said, "Well, I do have an extra room that you..." Before I could finish Sam crashed into me, nearly knocking me over. She had jumped up at me and all I could do was catch her or we would both end up crashing into the wall. After a quick peck on the cheek and a hug that squeezed the breath out of me, she jumped down and dragged her bags to the spare bedroom. The feeling of her lips lingered on my cheek, and the feeling of her long legs as she wrapped them around my waist sent chills down my spine that stopped at my now fully erect cock. "Make yourself at home, I'm going to go shower, then we'll talk some, ok?" I said through the open door way where Sam was already putting her clothes into the drawers and scoping out how much closet space she would have. "Cool," was her response. I quickly walked to my room, shut and locked the door while relieving myself of my shorts at the same time. I stood in the middle of my room, cock pointing to the ceiling, my eyes looking right at its tip. I kept shaking my head back and forth, as if to shake the image of her long legs wrapped around me, but this time with no clothes on. The image only grew stronger as I imagined Sam's soft lips pressed against mine instead of my cheek. Once again I grabbed my cock and stroked it furiously. Within thirty seconds my come boiled out onto the carpet. I think I even shot some a good distance but my eyes were shut tight at the time. This time my orgasm was powerful enough that my knees buckled and I almost fell right into the puddle of cum directly in front of me. Even though no more was coming out I stilled rubbed my cock slowly, causing my body to convulse as waves of pleasure hit my body each time I rubbed the head. I went into the bathroom to grab some tissues. The only time I ever remembered coming that much was when I was twenty and I had just hooked up with the hottest, coolest girl I'd ever known. It took a few minutes to get it all up, but eventually the carpet was dry and unstained. The shower was refreshing and helped to clear the fuzziness from my mind. After I finished my shower and dressed I went out into the living room to find Sam had changed into her usual nighttime attire, and the fuzziness came crashing back. She had her feet up on the coffee table and was painting her toenails a light shade of pink. When she heard my foot steps she turned and gave me a smile. "Took long enough," she said then turned back to her cute little toes. I sat down on the other side of the couch and tried to gather my thoughts. There would have to be a few ground rules set for sure, like jumping on your brother wasn't definitely out. "Everything good Sam?" "As good as it can be I guess. I'm just so glad you didn't tell me to go back home." The thought had never crossed my mind. As she spoke, with shame filling my mind, I looked Sam from her toes up to her long, flowing hair, neatly pulled back into a French braid. Her legs were toned and smooth. I longed to touch them, to slide my fingertips slowly up her thighs. With her hair in the braid her tender neck was practically begging for me to place soft kisses upon it, trailing up to her ear lobe, and maybe just a nibble? "Steve? You ok?" Sam had turned and now looked concerned but still wore a slight grin. "God, take a picture." "What, no it's just I haven't seen you in so long that I was thinking how much you have grown while I was away." I hoped my response didn't sound as phony as it did to me. "How much I've grown huh? Well that's one way to put it." She stared at me with a smile for a few seconds before I finally broke the uncomfortable silence with a change of subject. "So I have no idea what I am going to say to Dad about you staying here, but just because I'm your brother doesn't mean you can have the run of the place. We are going to have to work out how to do things around here. I'm not used to having a woman around the house." A Wrong Thing My older sister had moved back into our parents house while her husband was overseas working with an oil company, I was a senior in high school at the time and still living at home. Carrie was about six months pregnant and had quit her job when she got pregnant at her husbands request. He had asked if she could move back home while he was away just in case something happened to her. So she was around all the time. She slept on the couch more often than not because she said it was more comfortable. Every morning when I came in to get a shower and get ready for school there she was. Mom and dad were already gone to work by the time I got up, and since I lived above the garage I had to come inside to shower and such. I noticed a few things about my sister in the first week of her staying, things that led to a big change in our relationship. First was the fact that she was no longer wearing underwear of any kind. She was to the point where all she wore was really loose shorts or those maternity skirts, and since she wasn't going anywhere she didn't wear a bra either. Laying there on the couch every morning I never knew if her pussy and ass were going to be exposed or not. I got to a point that I would peek every morning. I was fascinated by her body. I had a girlfriend but didn't have a super-sex-life, and the close proximity to a mostly naked woman aroused me- even if it was my sister. I grew bolder and began to feel of her a little before going to the shower. She had a nice round ass, big tits with nipples that seemed hard 75% of the time, and a semi furry dark haired snatch. Her legs were half shaved, as it seemed her pussy was, I found that odd, and interesting at the same time. It wasn't long until I understood why. That was also when I found out that big sis had a slight obsession about body hair. It was a Monday and I decided I wanted to ditch school so I didn't bother to get up until almost ten that morning. When I shuffled into the house Carrie had already got up so I didn't get the peek I had come to expect each morning. At least not from her laying on the couch. I walked into the bathroom without thinking and there was my sister in my robe trying to shave her legs. She was having a hard time of it and I could see that she had gotten so frustrated that she had cried already. When she looked up at me my heart melted with sympathy. I said, "Why don't you let me do that?" She smiled weakly and nodded, "I guess I'd better, I'm not able to do it like I used to and the hair is just driving me insane." So I motioned her to sit on the stool we had in there and I knelt beside her and lathered her legs up again with shaving cream. I began shaving her legs while she watched. I did the outsides of both legs and then positioned myself in between her legs to do the insides. She slowly opened up for me and before long I had one leg propped up across my knee as I knelt, making her legs spread open for me. I shaved up both of her inner thighs until I began encountering wild grown pubic hair on both sides. She was sitting there, leaned back and her legs spread wide open for me. I was hard as a rock. I had knelt so close that I could smell her pussy. I was breathing in her scent. I had walked in just after her shower so her scent was nothing but arousal now. It was enough to almost make me feel drunk. It was probably because all the blood in my body had gone to the wrong head. I tried to think of her as my sister and all that, but it didn't matter to my cock. We looked at each other several times while I shaved her, but said nothing. We smiled a lot and that was about it. When I had finished her legs and rinsed them off with a wash cloth she was smooth from ankle to crotch. She cooed appreciatively as I ran my hands up and down her legs, 'checking to make sure I hadn't missed anything'. But then it left us with the question of her pubic hair. I looked down at her pussy, which was right in front of me, and then up at her, "Do you want me to take care of this too?" She blushed slightly and nodded slowly. I moved her to the bedroom and lay some dry towels out for her to lay on while I gathered everything I would need. I began by using scissors to cut away the long stuff and then my electric trimmer set to take it down to nothing but stubble. I trimmed a neat and even 'V' in the hair on her mound, clearing it away from the top of her slit altogether. She half moaned as I did the trimming, and said, 'oh, yes, that's just how I like it' when I cleared a gap in between her trimmed mound and the beginning of her slit. I was so horny that it hurt. I wasn't the only one that was being affected, Carrie was getting really wet with all of my touching of her pussy and moving of the lips and such as I shaved her clean. By the time I was finished she was perfectly clean, and obviously as horny as I was. I took a warm wash cloth and gently cleaned her pussy up, causing her to squirm and suppress a moan. I don't know what caused me to do it but after that I said, "There. That's a beautiful pussy." Without thinking I leaned down and placed a kiss on her slit. I couldn't have tried to seduce my sister with better results. Her reaction was instantly and it took me by surprise. I felt her hand grab the back of my head and her hips tilt up putting my mouth down on her wet opening. She began to grind my face into her pussy before I even had a chance to put my tongue out. I began to lap her and she let out a loud moan. Urging me on vocally she let go of my head, I kept tonguing her hole and slit for all I was worth while she bucked against my face awkwardly. I kept it up until she orgasmed and her hands pulled me up by the sides of my head to rest in between her big titties. She panted in my ear her thanks and she kissed my neck and cheek a dozen times. I stood up, not sure what was going to happen now that I had crossed the line with my sister. How would she react after she came down off of her 'cum high'? Seeing the outline of my cock in my jeans she lifted up the front of my shirt and let out a gasp. I was so aroused that I had grown to a point where the tip of my cock was sticking out the top of my jeans. She hooked her fingers inside my jeans and jerked the button and zipper open. I groaned at the extra freedom she had just given my hardon. I closed my eyes and felt her hands free my cock and felt me jeans worked off of my hips to slide down my legs. She moaned, 'ohhhh, baby' with fresh longing in her voice and I felt her tongue go across the tip of my cock. She moaned and began to lick and suck on the tip of my cock. I was in ecstasy. She took every bit of precum that showed up at the tip and was begging for more. I had never encountered any woman that was so cum hungry in my life. She told me to get out of my jeans, and the way that she said it shocked me so I almost thought I hadn't heard her right. My eyes flew open and I looked down at her, she repeated her statement laying back on the bed, "I said, get out of those jeans and fuck me little brother." In a flash I was naked and so was she. She spread her legs wide and scooted her ass to the edge of the bed, "Be careful but sink your dick all the way deep inside me." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, my sister was inviting me to fuck her. I was about to really cross the line forever. I was so hard I could barely bend my cock down to aim at her pussy. It wasn't a minute or two later that I had indeed pushed the entire length of my cock into her pussy and was slowly pumping my lusty sister. She cried out about how good it felt, and how long it had been since she had felt a cock up her pussy, and she urged me on to keep fucking her deep. Fuck her deep until I was about to come. 'About to come'? I thought. I didn't see any reason why I couldn't come inside her, in fact, I was looking forward to it. I had never felt my girlfriends pussy this hot, nor had I ever been this hard for her either. I was rapidly approaching my orgasm when Carrie moaned, "i want you to come in my mouth." I looked at her with obvious lusting for filling her insides with my cum. She added, "just this first time." As the implications of what she had said hit me fully I began to jerk and throb inside her, I pulled out hopped up on the bed beside her face. She took the first shot across her cheek before she could swallow the tip and began to suck down the rest of my cock. I came for what seemed like twenty minutes with her nursing on my cum the whole time. She sucked on half of my cock until I was no longer throbbing so strong and then went down the rest of the way to lock hard suction on the base and draw back up the entire length. This drew another large shot of cum, a shot I didn't know I still had, and caused my knees to quiver. She did this two more times, getting lesser results and then I collapsed on the bed beside her completely spent. We fell asleep that way and were later rudely awoken to the sound of my mother calling Carrie from the kitchen. Mom was home on a late lunch and had brought my sister some food. I bolted for the closet and Carrie kicked my clothes underneath the bed just in time as our mother knocked on the door. Carrie slipped my robe back on and said 'come in'. An hour later the two of us were showered and dressed and sitting in the living room watching TV together. Our eyes met and she said, "I know what we did was wrong, but it's not going to hurt anyone if we do it just while I'm pregnant. Do you want to keep trimming me and fucking me?" That was a stupid question. I walked over to her, still slightly embarrassed at the dirty way my sister was talking to me. I bent over her and kissed her cheek, "Yes, it's wrong. But I think I could live with it." We were sharing a secret that most brothers and sisters never experienced, and even though it's not something to really brag about, it was the start of something special for the few months after that first encounter. After her husband came home two months later she moved back in with him and I didn't see her again until when the baby was born. It was a year later when I saw her after that, and the two of us talked about what had happened. We didn't fool around anymore after the birth of her child. That was four years ago, and I have my own place, job, and frequent dates- but no solid girlfriend. I'm happy and so is Carrie. My sister called me last week and asked if she could stay with me for awhile in a few months. I was confused but said, "Sure, but why in a few months?" She replied "I'm pregnant."