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My Sister & I

By: RoseWood35



We; being my husband and I Tammy his wife of fourteen years do enjoy playing rolls in the bedroom and in our sex life. However never before have we allowed anyone else to join in our friendly games. Tonight is different. Tonight I had to babysit my baby sister. 

I had just come out of the shower and stood there naked with my bath towel hanging loosely over my shoulder watching my husband Derrick and Sandy. Derrick was standing on one leg with his other leg up on the bed. Kind of like a dog with a leg hiked up to take a piss. Sandy was on all fours with her head up between his legs licking his balls. 

Sandy is six, slim, smallish tits pointed with long nipples. A narrow waist and a fine tight ass supported by long thin legs. Her hair is long, down over her shoulders and dark as night. Her eyes are dark blue set in a square face with puffy red lips. In other words Sandy is a beautiful girl. I was smiling as she licked up Derrick's balls and on up his hard cock underside. Sandy was a good player of what we call "Doggie Oh doggie" 

My loving husband Derrick is forty six, thick through the shoulders and with powerful arms. Only five foot eight and some two hundred well placed pounds. His cock is thick, long, solid as rock and he will explode twice or more before he looses it. His cock is the longest that I have ever even heard of - at nearly 14 inches long.  He can make me climax in just a few minutes anytime and several times over and over and over. Well you get the idea.  
He loves oral sex and so do I. That is to give or receive. I have received that strong cock in every orifice I have and loved every inch of it. 

As for me I am Tammy age 38, tall like my baby sister is growing up to be, but unlike my sister who now had the head of his cock in her mouth. I am blonde, busty a true 40dd and my ass is broader than I like but Derrick said "Baby you got a great ass." So I don't mind that I am a few pounds over weight. I know I have a pretty face with bright blue eyes and a well shaped mouth. Derrick tells me I got a great mouth for sucking cock. But he also likes to just kiss me too. 

Watching the scene before me made my nipples get hard and my pussy start to drip and that wetness was not because I just came out of the shower. My pussy gets so wet it drips when I get turned on and Derrick loves to lick my pussy when it is real wet. 

Sandy was now really getting serious about sucking him off. Derrick has turned around and sat on the bed while Sandy was still on all fours kneeling in front of him bobbing her head up and down wildly. 

I had watched long enough so I joined the action. I pushed Derrick back flat on the bed. Quickly placing a knee on either side of his head I lowered my dripping cunt to his mouth so he could lick me. However I was facing his knees so I could watch Sandy suck his cock deep in her mouth.  
Bending forward I placed my mouth next to my sisters. She slipped his cock out of her mouth and let me suck on it for a few seconds before taking it back into her mouth. My loving sister was sharing my husbands cock with me, how nice. 

Derrick came a few seconds later and Sandy shared his thick warm cum with me too by kissing me and slipping her tongue into my mouth. I came and filled Derrick's mouth with my sweet nectar. A few minutes later we were all three laughing and hugging as my sister became my husband's new second wife.

Derrick suggested we go into the den and have a drink. Sandy walked ahead of us and as Derrick's eyes followed her firm little ass he said. "My love I think I should do the doggie thing except I'll fuck her ass instead of her cunt. What do you think?" 

"Oh, let me ask her if she has had a cock up her ass. I mean, darling you got a thick cock. I love you to fuck my ass but maybe you'll need to take it easy on Sandy. Let me ask her." I said.

"Sandy, did you like our little game of Doggie oh doggie?" I asked her. Sandy nodded and smiled. I went on.

"There is more to that game that we really enjoy. But I have to explain that sometimes when Derrick gets behind me he puts his cock in my ass. I love being ass fucked. But if you have not been ass fucked before, I mean; his cock it pretty thick. Maybe we should take it easy and work up to that. You know what I am saying." I said smiling at my sister as Derrick handed us both drinks. Derrick was smiling from ear to ear. I knew he wanted to fuck her tiny ass hole and have me watch as he cums in her bowels.  
"Gee's Sis you would think I was not a hot number in college like you were. Of course I have been ass fucked. Christ, girl I was known as Tammy Rice's better fucking sister." Sandy said laughing at my expression. But I knew what she meant and I did remember how often I screwed around in College. 

"Well I don't know if you're a better fuck than Tammy but I do know you are one hell of a fine cocksucker." Derrick said laughing. We both noticed his cock was bouncing as he laughed and it sure looked hard. I think he like the idea of having two women in the house for his pleasure when ever he wanted it. I can tell you this Derrick wants it all the time day or night and any time or place we are alone.

I have to admit Sandy sure looked good down on all fours with her ass aimed high in the air. Her elbows were resting on the soft rug in front of the fire place. Her ass was held high and Derrick handed me the K-Y jelly as he knelt waiting for me to rub a coating of jelly all over this cock and then apply some to Sandy asshole. 

I bent down and took the head of his cock in my mouth first and let it slip back in my mouth savoring the feel and taste that I loved so much. He moaned with pleasure as I let my mouth open to release his cock for other duties. His cock was covered with the jelly and her ass was quivering as I pushed the jelly deep up inside her. I slowly finger fucked my darling sister's ass and was enjoying it as she was.  
Derrick pushed my hand away and grabbed Sandy by the hips and pulled her back until her tight little ass hole could feel the heat of head of his cock press firmly against her. Then I tightened my own asshole as I watched the head of my darling husband's cock disappear into my sister's ass. I cried out "Oh, God", and clutched both hands between my legs as I came. The pure joy I knew my sister was about to get excited me so I climaxed.

I was gasping for breath as I watch his manly cock slide effortlessly up her ass. I stiffened and pressed my hands into my crotch as I watched. Derrick worked his cock back and forth a few times getting the jelly well worked in between them. Then I let my breath out as he pushed his thick hard cock all the way in and her ass was buried in the hair around his cock. I watched as his cock came back out dragging the inner skin of her ass with it. He was turning her ass inside out. But the way Sandy screwed with pleasure it was not hurting her. Not at all. Sandy reached back between her legs and let her fingers tips be her eyes as she felt the cock moving in and out. Derrick was moving faster and pounding deeper and harder. Sandy was screwing "Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Oh, God fuck my ass harder." 

Derrick obeyed and plowed her a new asshole Sandy screwed all the while as he came and when I saw at cum flowing from her pussy I knew she loved the delightful ass fucking she was getting. How well I knew that feeling of his cock jerking in my ass and the warm feeling spreading through my body. I knew the feeling Sandy was feeling at that moment.  
Derrick stood at the sink as I rubbed my soapy hands on his cock. Ever so gently I washed his cock, his balls and I even let my fingers play across his sweaty ass hole. Lovingly was rinsed him clean and patted him dry with a towel. Sandy was sitting on the toilet feeling the after math of his cock cumming in her ass. She now knew that Derrick was a master of ass fucking and she would I do believe grow to enjoy it as much as I do. 

I always take the left side of the bed and Derrick the right but tonight Derrick was in the middle and Sandy was on the far right. Derrick had to go into work the next day so we decided to go to bed and rest up for when he got home tomorrow.

Part II

"While Derrick works Sister's play" 

I'll send in Part II as soon as I see how this short story is received… My Dearest Friend and author Ruby Bango has encouraged me to do this and I do hope to write many more.

For those of you that have not read Ruby work I think you will enjoy her many stories. Enjoy

Rose

My Sister & I



At 21, My sister is 3 years elder than I am and is a very beautiful woman. She's fair-skinned, thin and has a switch in her hips that I admire. When I first became attracted to her, I first started noticing her body and watching her from a distance. When she would wear skirts, I loved to catch a glimpse of her legs and slim thighs. I even found myself noticing her breasts growing and always wanting to watch her when she was not looking.

Often, I fantasized about my sister and masturbated to the scenes that played out. I used to go in her bathroom where I could see her clothes and smell her, and I would simply close my eyes and think about her. Sometimes, that was all the fantasy I needed. I was very obsessed with her legs, constantly watching and hoping to get a glimpse of her legs. She wore skirts almost everyday, and that only heightened my attraction to her silken skin. 

We shared a room as we had a small house. We slept together in a very large bed and had quite a bit of space for ourselves, but it was still one bed and oftentimes we were too close for comfort. Some nights I found myself unable to sleep because I was so aroused thinking about the woman sleeping next to me. It was one of those sleepless nights that I took the initiative of touching myself. 

I lay on my back, turned my head towards my sister and scanned her body with hungry eyes. I slowly touched myself and found myself really hard and dripping with pre-cum very quickly. It didn't take long after that to cum and it didn't require much movement. After that first night, I didn't hesitate. As soon as my sister fell asleep I, would lie there next to her, touch myself until I was rock hard and then masturbate until I came. 

She slept in a loose large shirt and a knee length skirt. Most of the time she slept with one of her knees slightly bent and the skirt would expose her legs up to the beginning of her thighs, slightly above the knees. Sometimes I tried to lift the very soft, silky material of the skirt to see more of her thighs, but I was usually too afraid to wake her so I would just watch what I could. 

One night, I did manage to lift up the skirt slightly and was able to very gently expose most of her thighs. It was obviously very dark in the room so I couldn't see much even after lifting the skirt upwards but I had created enough space between her legs to be able to see inside her pussy if there had been enough light. It was just so dark that I couldn't see much and I didn't want to move very much as I didn't want to wake her. Still, I was so hot and hard that when I took my fingers to my cock, I was dripping with pre-cum. The whole situation excited me so deeply... the fact that she was my sister, the view of her thighs, the darkness, the danger of being caught... it was pure bliss. 

I slowly masturbated just inches from her thighs, and very, very gently with the tip of my fingers, touched her thigh. I touched it ever so gently so as not to wake her up. It wasn't very long after that that I started pouring hot cum out of my cock, filling up my palms. After I had completed my orgasm, I just sat there for a few moments trying to control my breath. I did one last thing before I wiped my hands within my pajamas (like I usually did). I took just a very little bit of my semen and gently touched my sister's thighs with the wet finger covered with my cum.

I don't know why, I can't explain it, but it excited me so much. It was a sexual high that I can't really describe. Just seeing that little drop of my cum on my sister's thigh was beyond erotic. 

2

In the following days I repeated this kind of behavior quite often. I would watch her body and masturbate at night... sometimes lift her skirt up... sometimes touch her with my fingertip... always very cautious. But it was one day by accident that I discovered something that brought a whole new world of incestuous sexuality to me. It was between 7 & 8 in the evening when my parents were out at a function. My sister & I were alone in the house and my sister was taking her usual shower before we had dinner. I was playing around in the room with the lights off and the lights from the bathroom escaped from the corners of the bathroom door and I could hear the water running. When I got up, it was as if desire pulled me and I walked towards the bathroom door. At that point, all I knew was that my sister was naked inside the bathroom and the lust it sparked inside me was the only thing I could see. 

I stood silently in front of the bathroom door, tracing the lights that escaped the edges of the door, and brought my eyes closer to the edges, trying to peek inside. At the height I was, I could see nothing but the wooden edge line. I slowly moved downwards, bending myself as I traced the edge, and I hit one spot where the doorknob was and saw a small gap between the door and the framework. For a moment I was struck; my heart raced violently. I saw my sister standing in the shower, completely naked, with the gushing flow of water from the showerhead falling on her beautiful, gorgeous body. My penis twitched and jumped to a full erection in a second. I stood as if stoned, my eyes glued to my nude sister in the shower. 

With my lustful eyes, I traced the contours on her body. For the first time, all that I envisioned, fantasized, and yearn to view, was in my vision. I saw gorgeous breasts, full and luscious; I saw stark, poised nipples planted on each breast, looking so delicious. I could feel myself salivating as I traced her breast line down to her belly, further down to her navel, and I finally saw her delicious pussy exposed. Very short, fine hair surrounded her pussy and I could make out the slit, the pussy lips, being drenched in warm water, as I traced her thighs, her knees, all the way down to her feet. I gently unzipped my pants, letting out my throbbing cock, which was by now dripping out a large amount of pre-cum. It was only a matter of a few strokes to my pre-cum drenched shaft of my cock as I watched my naked sister, her entire body, from her breasts and nipples to her pussy and the luscious crack going across her ass, for me to be rocked with a very violent and intense orgasm. I convulsed and yet tried to remain in control. Loads of hot cum shot out of my penis... some shooting straight at the door in front of me as I tried to catch most of it in my hands. Load after load of hot thick cum ejaculated out of my cock as I watched my naked sister shower. 

I finally stopped ejaculating, as I held a hard, long penis in my hand with a handful of cum dripping from it. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. I cleaned up the area very quickly and got back to a pretense of an activity just as my sister completed her shower and stepped out. While she made her way to the kitchen to prepare for dinner, all my senses waited for the next evening, for the next shower, for the next chance.

3

Watching my sister take a shower had become a fascinating sexual addiction for me. Nothing gave me higher sexual pleasure then watching her and masturbating. I started to wait for every chance that I got in the house, waiting for every evening to come by, hungry with anticipation, to watch my sister take a shower; I would stand beside the door, peeping through the little gap, watching her luscious, beautiful naked body, devouring every curve, every inch of her gorgeous body while I would masturbate to sexual relief.

In the days to follow, I started to dream about my secret encounter. Once, sometimes twice, and very rarely thrice a week, I would close my eyes and watch her again and almost growl when I rocked with orgasm. I cherished every moment. The more I saw her body, the more I desired her. My sister had completely dominated my entire masturbatory realm. My body & soul ached to have her. I felt fortunate at that point to have found this little 'secret' that allowed me to watch my sister naked, however, I didn't know things were about to take a drastic turn.

It had been almost 3 days since I had seen my sister shower, since I had seen her naked body and masturbated watching her beautiful curves. Images of her big breasts, the stark nipples on them, her delicious looking pussy lips, the inviting crack in the middle... her ass, her beautiful thighs... every part of her... they haunted me. I was desperate. My mind couldn't find rest. I needed to see her naked again, but I wasn't able to find the opportunity. 

That night while we rested in bed, I couldn't fall asleep. I tried taking my mind off my sister and her body, but it just didn't work. Sexual frustration started creeping up on me, as I felt desperate to 'watch' my sister. She lay right next to me, and though she didn't move, I didn't know for sure whether or not she was asleep.

An hour passed as we went deeper into the night, almost midnight, and I was far from sleeping. My eyes and mind were strangled with images of my sister taking a shower, standing beneath the running water naked. All I could see was her body and as I stood beside the bathroom door all over again, I could feel the erection in my pajama pants growing and bulging upwards. While my mind wandered through the visions of my sister's ass, and traveled through the smooth crack in her ass, my cock hardened and stood erect. Gently I looked beside me and I saw my sister motionless, her long black hair over her face, dressed in her loose top and a black soft skirt that barely reached her knees. 

The visions and the sexual excitement couldn't restrain me anymore and I decided I needed to release. I needed to masturbate or I wouldn't be able to get through the night.

Very gently I crept my right hand in my pants and placed on my fingers on my hard and throbbing cock. With the tip of my fingers I felt the hot pre-cum covering my entire shaft as I gently, and as motionlessly as I could, started to stroke my cock. Very softly, stroking it up and down, watching my beautiful sister lay right next to me. I closed my eyes and just lay there, stroking my cock, trying to be motionless, but gently increasing the strength of my hand on my cock. Pre-cum dripped out of my cock and onto my bare navel skin and although it felt amazing, I missed watching my sister naked.

A few minutes passed and I began to feel the sexual surge taking over me. My heartbeat increased, my ass began to gently thrust in motion with my hands, and I began to stroke faster, harder. For a few moments I lost touch with my surroundings, with the fact that my sister was asleep right next to me in bed. As I stroked my cock and masturbated to pleasure, I suddenly felt a touch on my stomach. In a second my whole body came to a jolting halt! All my movements paused; my hand, gripping my hard, erect penis, was absolutely motionless. My eyes opened and turned towards the touch and I saw my sister, her eyes open, looking into my eyes. My heart skipped a beat and then started to pound so loud that I could hear it in my ears. I was absolutely still with no clue what to do.

Before I had the time to be either embarrassed, or nervous, she moved closer to me. As she lay on her side, her face almost meeting mine, she moved her hand inside my pants, gently caressing my stomach, my navel region, reaching for my cock. I did not have time to think what was going on, nor to react to the situation; I simply allowed myself to fall into lust and be guided by desire. Gently I let go of my penis as my sister took it in her own hands and very slowly began to stroke it. Never in my life had I experienced sexual pleasure and lustful heat so intense. I felt mesmerized by sexual glory, as my body rippled in desire.

While my sister stroked my cock, driving me to a sexual high I never envisioned, she brought her lips close to mine and started to kiss me. I quickly caught her rhythm and we began to kiss passionately. I tasted her mouth for the first time and it was pure heaven; my tongue ventured in her mouth as her tongue explored mine. As we kissed each other, I felt a raging orgasm build inside my body and I began to thrust my body in motion with her hand. She began to stroke harder and faster as she explored my mouth with hers. I reached a point of no return and finally exploded in the most intense and aggressive orgasm I've ever had. Thick, hot semen poured out of my cock as my sister kept stroking up and down, her hands covered in cum.

She kept my mouth invaded with hers as I convulsed and rocked in my massive orgasm and once I began to slow my thrusts and finally pause them, she slowed her stroking to a stop and very gently held my cock in her hand. We parted our lips as she rested her face next to mine, on my body, and we lay there motionless, speechless, just embracing the pleasure that engulfed us. That night was the beginning of our sexual relationship, and changed my life forever; it took me to a different dimension of sexual pleasure and desire.

4

My sister and I entered a very intense sexual relationship where there were no barriers or restrictions. She gave me complete sexual freedom to follow my desires and instincts with her while she taught me how to bring absolute sexual delight to her. I was so in love with my sister that I could not resist her while she was around me... and she would leave no chance, when opportunity hit us, to take me sexually.

I learnt how to eat her pussy and bring her to orgasmic pleasures using my tongue and my finger. I was very fascinated by her ass; my fingers always wandered around it and soon I found myself fingering her ass and trying to penetrate it with my hands. Once she realized my fascination with her ass, she lovingly submitted to me at every chance we got. I loved licking her ass. She sometimes helped me by splitting her ass-cheeks with her own hands and I tried to lick her ass hole as deep as I could. She enjoyed it thoroughly and would simply lay on her stomach, spread her legs open, and allow me to play with her ass and taste her all the way through. 

As we touched and explored each other almost every night, she realized very quickly that I was obsessed with oral sex and left no barriers in satisfying me orally. Her mouth was a lot bigger and wider then my previous experience, and having my hard, long cock completely engulfed inside a girl's mouth, from the tip of my shaft all the way down to the skin on my navel, was a different experience altogether. I loved it and I began to crave it all the time. 

She had a very erotic way of sucking me. Most often she would look into my eyes while sucking me and I loved that. What I enjoyed most, of course, was when I ejaculated in her mouth. Sometimes she would stay firm and still, just allowing me to ejaculate all my semen in her mouth, and would then slowly let go of my cock and gently swallow every drop of my cum. Other times, she vigorously sucked my penis top to bottom, while I ejaculated... and I would see my semen dribble down my cock, escaping her lips, her mouth, while she sucked on it.

Mostly I would sit in a chair, or on a bed, with my legs stretched out while she knelt between my knees and sucked me; sometimes she allowed me to sit on her chest and fuck her mouth while she rested on the bed. I personally preferred her on her knees because she would be able to use her mouth, her head, a lot more then when I was on top of her.

She also introduced me to multiple orgasms. I remember the first time it happened. She had me in her mouth and gave me an amazing blowjob. When I finally ejaculated, she forced my penis deep in her mouth, almost touching her throat and she just rested there, keeping my cock locked and poised deep in her mouth while I convulsed and withered in sexual pleasure, coating her throat with my semen. When I was done ejaculating, she pulled up a little, but never let my cock out of her mouth. She held my penis in her mouth for a bit and then slowly started sucking on it, very gently, until I found myself erect and aroused again. She began to suck slowly and gradually increased the strength of her sucking along with the speed and started to arouse me intensely again. It didn't take me long to reach orgasm again. 

As my sexual obsession with her grew, her fascination with my body also grew. I often found her licking my entire body, and I started loving it when she would reach inside my ass crack and lick my ass hole. It was a first for me and I loved it.

Our sexuality grew with each passing day as we immersed ourselves in an extremely taboo relationship guided by lust and desire.



My Sister And I



I had been waiting for Saturday all week long. Mom was at a week end seminar, Dad was gone on a business trip, and my sister was out with her friends. I had the house all to myself, or so I thought.

First, I went out to lay by the pool to get a tan, it was the middle of the morning, when the heat wasn't so bad, and I had my tanning lotion ready. I stayed out there for about an hour or more, tanning each side 15 minutes at a time. Whenever I would get hot I would just take a dip in the pool to cool off.

When I was finished tanning I went back into the house for something to drink and to go to my room to work on my biceps. I am very concerned about my body, I couldn't stand the thought of becoming lazy and fat like so many of my friends in school. Physically, I have nothing in common with my friends. I am tall, 6'2", while they are shorter, 5'5" and so on. I am well built, while they like to lay around and add extra weight the easy way. I have light brown hair, where most of my friends have dark brown or even black hair. My eyes are gray in color, and if my mood is right, they can have a tinge of purple in them. I am clean shaven, whereas my friends are trying to grow goatees and sideburns. And I am 19 while my friends are mostly 16 and 17.

But my friends and I are so alike where it counts. We like the same movies, books, and music. We do just about everything together. One of our favorite things to do is to sit in the locker room after gym class and talk about which Super Model we would like to have at least one night of pure passion with. Women are always on our minds. We also like to talk about which of our female classmates we think are hot. Believe me, that is a long list of ladies!

I picked up some 5 lb. dumbbells and did 2 sets of 20 curls with both arms. I then got down and did 20 sit ups and 20 push ups. Not to forget my legs, I then stood and did 20 squats and 20 lunges. The whole workout took about 30 minutes.

By the time I was finished with my workout I was hot and the sweat was rolling off of my body, so I decided to take a shower to clean up. I turned the water on luke warm, cold enough to cool me down, but not so cold as to shock my body.

When I was finished I toweled myself dry and went into my room to put on a pair of shorts. I put on some short athletic sweat shorts. I looked at the clock on my wall and saw that it was only 12:00 noon and mom and sis would be gone for a few more hours, and dad wouldn't be back until late Sunday.

Since I was alone, I decided to get one of my porno tapes and watch it in the living room. I stuck the tape in and pushed the play button. The scene that greeted me was one of a beautiful and sexy blonde down on her knees sucking on her partners large, swollen knob. The girl in the video had very large tits. They looked fake, though, because they didn't jiggle like a real girl's tits would. Her ass was nice and round, her legs were long and smooth, she had a flat stomach, and the mass of velvet covering her pussy was pure golden beauty.

The girl was obviously good at giving head because her partner was moaning loudly. His legs started to shake as if his knees were about to buckle.

Soon he had her laid out on the couch with her legs spread wide and started muff diving. His tongue slide along her outer lips and carressed her hardening clit. He opened his mouth wide, trying to suck her whole cunt into his mouth.

By this time, my cock was starting to get hard and I rubbed it through my shorts.

Next, the guy stradled the girl's stomach and placed his cock right between her tits. He pushed her tits together and started thrusting his cock between the huge melons. When his cock would poke out the top of her tits she would try to suck the head of it into her mouth.

This was really turning me on seeing this and soon I had my cock in my own hand and was pumping it slowly, enjoying the video and the feeling I was giving myself.

On the screen, the couple had switched positions and now the girl was on her hands and knees on the couch, the guy was taking aim behind her with one of his hands on her ass to steady them both. The guy got closer to her, still aiming for his target, and placed the head of his dick at the girl's asshole. He pushed it in slowly at first, giving it some time to adjust to his girth. Once he was in to the hilt, he started pumping in and out at a steady, but fast pace.

I was really getting into it now, I had my shorts completely off and thrown across the room, sitting on the couch and pumping my cock furiously. I was so intent on watching the video that I didn't hear my sister come out of her room.

"Josh!" she said. "What are you doing?"

I looked over to the hallway and saw my sister standing there with a surprised look on her face. That was all I could take. My cum exploded from me like "Old Faithful", shooting straight up almost.

My cum splattered all over me, on my chest, my legs, and my stomach. Some even got onto the couch. My sister just stood there wide eyed with a hint of a smile playing at the edges of her mouth.

Again she asked, "What are you doing, Josh?"

"What does it look like?" I snapped at her, irritated at being caught masturbating by my sister.

I rushed to the kitchen to get a paper towel to clean myself off with and my sister followed.

"What the hell, Megan? Can't you leave me alone?" I asked. "You have already embarrassed me, what more do you want?"

"No I can't leave you alone," she says.

"Why not?"

"Because, it is not often that a girl gets a chance like this to tease her brother. I am not going to let you live this down for a while!" she said, with a wicked grin plastered on her face.

As I finished cleaning myself off I noticed Megan staring at my cock, her smile growing bigger. Then, I started to feel my pole getting hard again and I thought, "Oh, this is just great!"

I started back into the living room to get my shorts and my video out of the VCR when my sister grabbed me and turned me around. I looked into her eyes and was about to say something when she grabbed my pole and started rubbing it.

Boy did my cock jump to life then! It rapidly got harder as Megan kept caressing it and manipulating it, and she smiled even more. There was a twinkle in her eyes I had never seen before, a devious glint.

She placed a hand on my face, caressing my cheek lovingly as she stroked my cock tenderly. I opened my mouth to say something and she planted a deep, passionate kiss right on my lips. I felt her tongue sliding into my mouth. Her tongue caressed mine tantalizingly. Her lips were soft, warm and red.

When the kiss broke, it left both of us breathless and my cock was rock hard.

Being one year older than Megan, I had always seen her as a child, and had neglected the fact that she was growing just like me and that she was going through the same hormone pumped feelings as I was. But after the kiss, I looked at her and saw a beautiful young woman. She has long, light brown hair, almost blonde, lovely brown eyes, her skin is soft as silk, her arms are slender, her breasts are firm and well rounded, at least a C cup. She has a flat stomach, wide flaring hips, her ass is so round and firm that you could bounce a quarter off of it (I know, I have done it!), her legs are well formed and long, they are very smooth to the touch and she has petite feet.

As I gazed down upon her, I noticed that her chest was heaving, her breathing labored. I could see her nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt.

She noticed me staring at her tits. "Go on," she said, "touch them. I would love to feel you touch them."

Still being in shock at what Megan had done, I could barely move. I tried to lift my hands to her tits, but I just couldn't. My arms lifted a few times, but never made it all the way.

Seeing this, Megan grabbed, first, one hand and then the other and placed them on her tits, still holding onto my cock with her other hand.

Once my hands were on her tits I started massaging them and caressing them through her shirt. Megan was still stroking my cock and now she was moaning out her pleasure at having her tits played with. Her nipples were hard and I gave both of them a little twist which Megan seemed to enjoy even more.

Then she pulled away from me and walked over to the couch. I watched her go, gazing fondly at her ass as it jiggled while she walked. She sat down on the couch, taking off her shirt and undoing her shorts.

She looked at me, beckoning me to follow. I started for the couch, my cock leading the way.

I sat down on the couch with her, my cock at full mast. My sister was only in a lacy white see through bra and lacy white see through panties. My God! She was beautiful so scantily clad.

I turned on the couch so I would be sitting facing her. Megan pushed me back and spread my legs. My cock was right in her face! My cock started twitching standing straight up like that and my sister smiled.

Megan lowered her head, I held my breath and closed my eyes. Is this really happening? I thought. Is my sister really about to suck on my cock?

I opened my eyes just in time to see Megan's mouth close over the head of my dick. I let out a deep sigh. The sensations coming through my cock were unimaginable! I had had other girls suck my dick, but none of them had felt like this! I was in Heaven!

Megan sucked on my head, using her tongue to caress the sensitive spot right under the head on the underside. She would lick that teasingly and let her teeth scrape at the rim of my head. She kept tickling my cock and it would twitch away from her so I reached down and held it in place for her to suck on. It was then I realized that my cock was still sticky from the cum I had shot earlier, and my sister was tasting that cum!

At first, this surprised me, then, as I thought about it, it turned me on and I started enjoying myself again. I moaned loudly and placed my hands on her head.

Soon, Megan was taking all of my 8 inches into her mouth and throat. She started at the top and then kept sucking on it like a baby would a bottle nipple as she went down, until she had it all the way in her mouth. Her tongue carressed the underside of my cock and when she had the whole thing in her mouth I could feel her chin resting on my balls. My moaning was almost constant.

It seemed to me as if this was going on for an eternity. Unfortunately it had to end, because unless I made her stop, she was going to suck me until I came, and I didn't want that.

I took my hands away from her head, but before my sister stopped sucking my cock, she held my head inside her mouth and caressed my cum hole with the tip of her tongue. When she took her mouth away she let a length of saliva run from her mouth down to the tip of my cock and just let it hang there.

Megan got up and started doing a little strip tease for me. She danced around in front of the couch while I slowly stroked my cock to the rhythm of her dancing. She turned away from me and looked over her shoulder to stare me in the eyes. Megan reached behind her back and undid her bra, she let it fall to the floor.

"What are you?" I asked. "Some kind of erotic dancer after school?"

Megan gave a little laugh, "Something like that!"

I said, "Well, come on, don't keep your audience waiting! We want to see your tits!"

"Oh you do, do you?" she asked, arching one eye brow.

"Yes, we do!"

Megan turned around, her beautiful tits swinging into view. I smiled broadly as my sister said, "So, are you going to pay for this lap dance, or is the little guy?"

"The little guy is," I say. "I'm sure he will give you exactly what you want!"

Megan continued dancing around and soon started to slip down her panties very slowly. She stopped, as if she was deciding against it, then she turned and bent over and slid her panties all the way to the floor, sticking her ass right in my face. Between her legs I could see her pussy lips and I leaned forward and gave them a little lick.

"Ohh!" she exclaimed. "I like that! Come here and give me more!"

She bent over again, this time with her legs spread wide to give me better access to her cunt. I leaned forward again and gently started to lick her pussy lips, caressing them lovingly, teasingly. I placed my hands on her ass and squeezed firmly as my tongue slid along the length of her slit. I moved my face down so I could get my tongue on her clit, I reached it and started licking it, my nose pressed firmly in her pussy hole. I could smell the sweet aroma pouring off of her cunt.

I started to caress her thighs as I slid my tongue inside her cunt. I felt her swollen lips and clit against my chin as my tongue entered her hole as far as it would go. I wiggled it around and she gave a cry of pleasure. Her juices poured forth and my chin was soaked.

I went down again and found my sister's clit. I sucked it into my mouth and nibbled and twisted it with my teeth. I circled my tongue around her clit, Megan moaned very hard, her pussy juices were flowing constantly, and her legs started to shake. I could tell that she was about to cum and I got ready for the flood that was about to overwhelm me.

Megan came, hard and strong. She put her hands on the floor to keep her from falling down as her juices soaked my face. I held on tight, my mouth locked onto her cunt as her body started trembling. Wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over Megan, sending her to heights she had only dreamt of before.

She turned her head toward me, sweat glistening on her forehead. There was a sparkle in her eyes like she had just fallen in love, or lust.

She sat down on the couch, her hands in her lap. I took a moment to just look her over, her eyes, her lips, her tits, her whole body. I just couldn't believe my luck!

It was my turn to push my sister back onto the couch. She went back, her hands still covering her pussy.

"Well, aren't you going to let me see what I am about to fuck?" I asked.

Megan smiled and gave a little laugh, "Yes, of course! But I want to make you want it a little bit more."

"Oh, I want it very much!" I said, a big smile crossing my face. "Ever since you kissed me I have wanted it!"

Megan leaned forward and kissed me passionately, sucking on my tongue like a miniature cock.

As she leaned back, she removed her hands from her cunt, but my eyes were riveted on hers.

"You complained about not seeing it, and now you are just going to stare into my eyes?" she asked teasingly.

"Yes! Definitely!" said I. I looked down and gazed at my sister's pussy. When this first began, I had pictured Megan with a carpet of hair covering her pussy, or even just a little patch, but my sister had surprised me again. Her pussy was completely shaven, slick as you please.

I rubbed my hand on it, to make sure of what I was seeing. Megan moaned and lifted her hips to get a better feel of my hand. I slid a finger inside her cunt and moved it around a little. When I pulled my finger out, Megan grabbed my hand and sucked my finger into her mouth to lick all her juices off of it.

I positioned myself and placed my cock at my sister's hot, wet hole. I gave Megan a questioning look, to make sure that she really wanted this, and in answer she thrust her hips and engulfed my cock. She wiggled her hips and both of us sighed out our pleasure.

My sister looked at me and said, "I didn't think that it would feel this big inside me! You are filling up my hole!"

"I know," I said. "You are so tight, I am going to enjoy this very much!"

I started thrusting my hips, pumping my cock deep inside her cunt and Megan started moaning, "Oh, yeah! That's it, baby! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

I was right, I was enjoying myself very much. I had just never thought that I would be enjoying myself, in this way, with my sister.

As I lost myself in the feeling of two bodies joining into one, I started to pump faster. Megan's moans and groans were getting louder and I noticed that I myself was grunting and getting louder.

I started to slam my cock into her young, tender pussy. Every time I would slam into her, Megan let out an "Oh!" and her tits would jiggle like I mentioned before.

As I slammed my cock into her, I said, "You are just a dirty little whore that spreads her legs for anything with a dick! You little bitch! Tell me what you are!"

"I am a whore that fucks anything with a dick! I'm a bitch, a slut! All I'm good for is sex!"

The dirty talk was turning both of us on and I bent down to suck on Megan's tits as she said, "Oh yes! Oh yes! Oooooooooooooh! That's the way I'm supposed to be fucked! Fuck me, Josh! FUCK ME!"

Hearing her use cuss words made me hotter. I slammed my hips as hard as I could and Megan would thrust her hips to meet mine.

As I pounded her pussy harder and faster, Megan said, "Oh! Oh! I'm cumming! Fuck me harder! I'm cumming!" As she did, her cunt muscles squeezed my cock tight and I could feel my own cum about to explode from me.

I fuck her harder, trying to hold my orgasm back. Just when I thought I had it under control, she came again. Her cunt spasmed around my cock, squeezing and letting go. The sensation sent me over the top. My own orgasm hit me hard and strong. Jet after jet of my hot jism exploded from my cock and deep into my sister's tight young cunt. I buried my cock deep inside Megan as it spasmed and twitched.

When it was over, I collasped on top of my sister and just laid there, catching my breath.

"That was the best fuck I have ever had!" she said between gasps. I could only nod my head in agreement.

Finally, I got up, pulling my semi-hard dick from Megan's cunt. It was still slick from both of our juices. Megan grabbed my cock and pulled me over to her face, sucking it into her mouth once again, sucking it clean, and milking it dry.

As she let my cock slide from her mouth I noticed that it was getting about time for mom to come home.

I told Megan this and we both started to clean up. I grabbed my shorts from where I had thrown them earlier and Megan picked up her clothes out of the floor.

We both took separate showers, though, I did mention taking one together, but she shook her head and said, "You know what would happen if we took a shower together, we would never get washed." and that was the end of it.

We straightened up the couch, flipped the cushions to hide any stains that might have gotten on it, and made sure that everything was in place.

But there was one thing that both of us had forgotten, and I would live to regret it, or would I?



My Sister and I



Introduction

I was fourteen when the accident happened. My Mom and Dad were driving home from a dinner party on a rainy evening. My Dad, who tended to drink a little too much, was behind the wheel when he ran a red light. An SUV hit their car on my mother's side... she didn't make it to the hospital. My Dad, who was severely injured, recovered from his physical injuries, but never recovered from the emotional trauma of causing the death of my mother. Over time, his occasional drinking became constant. Finally, four years later (I was eighteen years old), the grief and booze took him. His death left my older sister, Cindy, who was twenty-two at the time and just out of college, and me, on our own. 

Cindy and I grew closer after my mom died. She became very protective of me. Still, it was a burden for her to attend college and act like a mother to me. (Fortunately she received an academic scholarship to a local university before my father died.) She never complained about taking care of her little brother though. After college she found a job paying a good salary. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to keep the house when my father died. He had only enough insurance to bury him. Upon graduation from high school, I took a cashier's job in a small supermarket and attended college at night. My grades were not good enough to obtain a college scholarship and sports were out because I injured my knee playing high school football. Since the supermarket job didn't pay enough for me to have my own place, I moved in with Cindy. While she never said anything, I knew it was difficult for her to have me under her feet in the tiny apartment.

Cindy is a gorgeous girl with light brown hair and hazel eyes. She is built very well, with large breasts and very narrow waist. However, where I am 6' 2" with broad shoulders, she is on the small size at 5' 4". When we were kids, there was always teasing around the house about how she could boss me around. She is a type "A" personality and has always been highly motivated. She generally knows what she wants and how to get it. While I am rather imposing in size, I am far less aggressive and even shy. My shyness kept me from dating very often. In fact, I was a virgin until I was almost nineteen. This story is about losing my virginity to my loving sister...

Chapter 1

I suppose it was when Cindy and I moved in together that I first started to notice her as a woman. When my dad was alive, she handled many of the chores that our mother had done previously. Before that she was on her own most of the time at home... often locked up in her room, on the telephone. To be sure, I noticed that she was a girl and had done my share of peeking at her. But I never really saw her as a sexual person. When I masturbated, I would visualize girls at school or a friend... but not Cindy. That began to change when I was around her all the time though. The first indication was when I would often be cross with her after she had been out on a date. It took me awhile to realize I was jealous. Up to that time I denied that it was anything more than protectiveness. None of the guys she dated were good enough for my big sister... they were all jerks. 

One evening, not long after I moved into her apartment, she came home late with a date. Until then she had never allowed a date to come home with her. I suppose she went to their place... I never really thought much about it. I was still awake when she came in. I started to get up and say hello when I heard her whispering and knew that she had someone with her. I went to the door of my room and listened. She was giggling; indicating that she had been drinking... she often gets giggly when she drinks. I heard a male voice and knew that it was the jerk she had been dating. He was a real Don Juan: driving a sports car and flashing money around like it grew on trees. I didn't like him from the start and thought there was something strange about him.

"Shhhhh," I heard Cindy whisper and then giggle. "My bbbrother issss asleeeppp."

Then I heard her moan and the distinct sound of kissing. Suddenly my heart started to pound in my chest. I wanted desperately to open the door. I flipped off my light switch, twisted the knob as gently as I could, and eased the door opened just a crack. The living room was dark and it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. When they did, I almost gasped. My sister was in her date's arms and she was naked from the waist up. I could see her large breasts pressed to his chest as they kissed passionately. Then as I watched, I saw his hands slip down to her skirt and begin to pull it upward. I felt incredibly guilty for watching, but not enough to stop. The guy continued to pull her skirt up until I saw her panties. They were powder blue and clung to her ass cheeks like a second skin. I watched as he hooked his fingers into the elastic around her cheeks and pulled the panties upward until they slipped between her crack, baring both of her ass cheeks. His hands covered her soft flesh as he pulled her tight to him. After caressing and kneading her ass for some time, he slipped the tiny panties down her legs until they lay in at her feet. 

In spite of my jealously, my cock was throbbing in my underwear by that time. I couldn't resist. I pulled it out and stroked myself as I continued to watch. Now my sister was almost totally naked with her skirt bunched around her waist.

"Mmmmmm, Dexter, let's goooo tooo my rooooommmm," Cindy hissed.

"Suck me first," he said excitedly.

I watched in total shock as my sister began to slide down his body until she was on her knees. With trembling hands she unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his pants before pulling his zipper down. Then her hand disappeared into his pants. A moan escaped her lips as she pulled his hard cock out. Then, without a moment's hesitation, she wrapped her lips around it and began to suck. The noise of her lips echoed in my ears as I continued to stroke my cock. I couldn't believe that my sister was sucking this guy. I wasn't exactly naive, but I didn't think my sister would do something like that. I watched mesmerized as she moved her mouth up and down on his shaft... the skin now shining with her saliva. I looked down at my cock and then at his... mine was quite a bit longer. Somehow that made me feel better, but I wasn't sure why. 

"That's it... that's it, suck me," Dexter said as he grabbed my sister's head and directed it up and down on his cock. "Yes... that's it baby, suck me. Keep it up and I'm going to cum."

I heard my sister moan and assumed that she was going to pull away. Then I watched in total disbelief as she began to pump his shaft quickly, keeping the head inside her mouth. He began to move his hips back and forth, his fingers twisted in her hair. 

"Ohhhhh yes!!!" he gasped and pushed his cock deep into her mouth. His entire cock disappeared. When he pulled it back out, it was slick with her saliva. She pumped her fist faster as his hips began to move back and forth. He moaned louder and threw his head back. 

A sound, almost a growl, escaped Cindy's throat. I watched as they both froze, her hand and throat the only things moving. She swallowed over and over. It was obvious that he was climaxing... squirting his juice down her willing throat. My sister continued to pump his cock and swallow until the shaft began to shrink. Then she smacked her lips as she pulled his cock out. She kissed the head before standing up again. It obviously was not the first time she had done that.

As they turned around toward the bedrooms, I quickly closed the door. I heard them make their way to my sister's room, which was next to mine. Still feeling guilty, but nonetheless excited, I moved over to the wall between my sister's room and mine. I pressed my ear to the wall. I could hear movement in the room and then the bedsprings squeak. A few minutes later I heard the squeaking become rhythmic. He was fucking her... fucking my sister just a few feet from where I stood. I listened as she moaned quietly. I was sure she was trying to be quiet so I wouldn't hear, but the sound of her whines still reached my ears and was forever burned into my brain. My eyes closed and I pumped my shaft rapidly.

"Yes, fuck me... fuck me," Cindy whispered. "I'm going to cummmmm."

With those words, I felt my balls bubble over. Unable to stop my climax, I turned to the wall a second before my cock began to squirt; stream after stream shot out of the pulsing head, the sperm hitting the wall with a splat. I gasped as I emptied my balls against the cold, hard wall. 

Before the last squirt was out of me, I began to feel guilty again. It was bad enough that I had spied on my sister, but I had jerked off while listening to her having sex. I wasn't sure how I was going to face her in the morning.

I quickly cleaned up and slipped into bed. They were still going at it. I didn't fall asleep until their room grew quiet. When I finally did, my sleep was anything but restful. I had dreams of sex... sex with my sister. Several times I forced myself to wake up. Each time I did, I heard the unmistakable sound of sex in my sister's room.

Chapter 2

The morning sunlight was coming into my window when I awoke. I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed. Suddenly I remembered what had happened last night and guilt washed over me. Still, remembering the sound of my sister's moans and the image of her sucking her boyfriend's cock sent a chill though me. All kinds of emotions ran through me. It was very confusing. 

When I finally pulled myself out of bed, I quietly walked over, opened my door gently, and looked into the living room. I'm not sure what I was looking for. Surely they wouldn't have been in the living room. I stepped out, half expecting to see Cindy's boyfriend. However, the first thing I saw was my sister's blouse on the floor... then her bra and panties. Looking quickly at her door, I hurried over to where the powder blue panties lay on the floor. I stood frozen as I stared down at them. Then with a shaking hand I picked them up. The soft and silky material under my fingers sent a tremor of excitement through me. Without thinking I brought them to my nose and inhaled. The scent of her caused an immediate electric shock to rush down my body, making my cock twitch and begin to grow. Suddenly I heard movement in my sister's room. I almost ran to the kitchen. Not knowing what to do with the panties, I stuffed them down the front of my underwear. That made my already twitching cock stiffen. I hastily grabbed a bowl and poured myself some cereal, quickly sitting at the table. 

A moment later my sister walked in and I glanced up. She had on a white terrycloth robe tied around her waist. Her hair was messed up and her eyes showed the results of her late night activity. I looked back down at my cereal.

Cindy paused at the door like she wanted to say something. Then she went over to put a coffeepot on and then fixed herself some toast. When it was ready she sat down at the table across from me. I was silent, pretending to read the cereal box. Unfortunately, the silky panties in my underwear continued to make my cock throb.

Finally, Cindy spoke. "Robbie, I... I... want to... to apologize for last night," she stuttered.

I didn't look up.

"I had a little too much to... to drink. I should have never brought Dexter here."

"He's a jerk," I said without looking up.

Cindy let that pass. She knew I didn't like him and was used to my reaction. "Regardless, I'm sorry," she whispered and I heard her voice crack.

When I looked up finally she was looking down at her coffee and there were tears in her eyes. My anger disappeared immediately. "Sis, you don't owe me an apology. It's your apartment... you pay the rent. What I make barely covers my school and food. I shouldn't even be living here."

Cindy looked at me as tears rolled down her cheek. "No, that's not true. You're my brother and I love you. I don't want you to leave."

"I love you to Sis. But I feel like I'm in your way. You have done everything for me. Ever since mom... ever since mom died. I promise I'll pay you back someday." Now I had tears in my eyes. Without thinking I stood up. The panties fell out of the leg of my shorts and fortunately dropped under the table. My cock had lost most of its hardness as I stepped close to her and pulled her to my hip warmly. When I bent over to kiss her cheek I paused. I saw that her robe had opened to the point where I could see the swell of one large breast. As she turned to me, the robe opened further. Suddenly I was staring at her pink nipple. It wasn't the first time in my life that I had seen her naked breast, but it was by far the most exciting. I stared and my cock began to grow. 

When I didn't kiss her, Cindy glanced down and saw that I was looking down her robe. She giggled nervously and said, "Opps," and pulled her robe closed. 

I quickly kissed her cheek. Then she stood up and turned in my arms. She snuggled into me, pressing her breasts to my chest. "Please don't leave me... you're all I have," she whispered as she placed her head against my chest.

"I don't want to be a burden to you anymore Sis."

"You're not a burden to me Robbie. You've never been," she answered and squeezed me tighter.

We held each other for a few minutes, the feeling of her warmth seeping through her robe. Then the inevitable happened and I began to get excited again. I knew that she could feel it, but yet she didn't pull away. There was nothing I could do so I remained in her embrace, my face turning red with embarrassment. When we finally moved apart, I could have sworn that she glanced down at the bulge in my boxer shorts. 

"Well, I have to get ready for work," she said.

I sat back down at the table quickly to hide my state of excitement. 

Cindy picked up a piece of toast and took a couple of bites and then a sip of her coffee. "Gotta run," she said and smiled. 

I looked at her face and then glanced down to her neck. There was a large purple suck mark on her otherwise smooth white skin.

She saw my eyes and pulled her robe closed. Then she hurried out of the kitchen.

A while later, I was dressed and sitting in the living room pretending to read a school book when Cindy came out, ready for work. "You clean up nice," I said and smiled. She had on a short and tight pink skirt with a white blouse. Around her neck was a pink scarf that matched her skirt. She obviously had to cover up the suck mark. 

"Thank you," she said. She walked over and picked up her blouse and bra from last night. Then she glanced around the floor. 

I knew what she was looking for... the panties were in my room now.

Finally she shrugged her shoulders and looked at me with embarrassment before taking the clothes to the bathroom hamper. When she came back she stopped in front of me and bent over, resting her arms on my shoulders and looking into my eyes. "Since you don't have school tonight, why don't you get us a movie tonight and we can have an evening together." 

I could smell a slight whiff of her perfume and there was a hint of toothpaste on her breath. I shivered. "Okay, how about a Rambo movie?" I said flippantly to cover myself.

"Let me think about that... no," she said immediately. "I had something a little less violent in mind."

"Alright."

"See you tonight." She leaned closer and kissed my lips. I opened my eyes in shock. She never kissed me on the lips... always on the cheek. It was only a peck though. 

"Uh... yeah... see you," I stammered. I watched as she turned to leave. I could see the outline of her panties under the tight skirt and felt my cock stir. She had a great ass, even if she was my sister. As soon as she was out the door, I got up and hurried to the bedroom. Quickly I stripped off my clothes, picked up the panties and lay down on the bed. With a moan I brought them to my nose again and took in her sweet smell. Then, with a trembling hand I moved the panties down to my already hard cock. The cool and silky material felt good against my cock as I began to masturbate. I tried desperately to see someone else in my fantasy, but no matter how hard I tried Cindy's face and body kept appearing. I finally gave up and let my imagination run wild. Cindy was sucking my cock... then she was fucking me... sitting on my cock and taking it all the way into her body. It took only a few strokes before I was shooting my cum into the air. It landed on my chest, almost hitting me in the chin. When the last drop had squirted out of me, I took the panties and cleaned my chest. Then I threw them into her clothes hamper, moving around other garments to hide the sodden panties.

Chapter 3

I was in the kitchen when Cindy came home that evening. I wasn't much of a cook, but I had fixed some spaghetti, warmed up some Italian bread, and opened a bottle of her favorite wine. I put a white tablecloth on the kitchen table (we didn't have a dining room) and lit a candle in the middle. 

"Robbie, I'm home," she called as she came into the apartment.

"In the kitchen Sis."

"My, my, what a treat this is," she said when she saw what I had done. The house did smell good. 

I smiled at her and said, "It's the least I can do. I guess I should fix dinner every night."

"Uh... that's okay," Cindy said with a worried look. When she realized that I was kidding she smiled broadly. "Some things are better left to me."

"Are you criticizing my cooking?" I said, trying to look hurt.

"Well, no. But I do remember the time you tried to cook a roast," she said with a big smile.

"It only took a week to get the burnt smell out of the house," I returned.

"Two weeks."

"Alright, two weeks. But I CAN cook spaghetti."

"We'll see... but you get an 'A' for effort regardless." 

"Go get changed, it's almost ready. Here," I added and handed her a glass of wine.

"This is so sweet Robbie," she said sincerely. "It couldn't have come at a better time. I've been on my feet all day."

"Well, get a shower and change, then we'll have dinner. Before the movie I'll give you one of my famous foot massages." She loved it when I massaged her feet.

"Wow, it gets better and better."

"Get!" I said and waved her out of the kitchen.

Later Cindy returned wearing a purple silk kimono housedress that hugged her bust and came down to the middle of her thighs. Her hair was freshly washed and hung in wet curls to her shoulders.

We sat down to eat a few minutes later. Dinner was a success. The spaghetti was passable and the store bought Italian bread was good. 

"This was wonderful Robbie," Cindy said sincerely as she sipped her third glass of wine.

"Thank you. It's the least I can do."

Cindy surprised me when she got up and sat on my lap. I wasn't sure what to do so I wrapped my arms around her waist and let her lean against my chest. The smell of lavender soap and her hair shampoo sent a chill through me. 

"I'm so glad I have you Robbie. I don't know what I would do without you," she said, snuggling into my chest. Her hips squirmed on my lap.

I didn't answer. I was trying desperately not to get an erection. However, her soft ass on my crotch was too much. I could feel my face turning red with every hardening pulse of my cock. It was uncomfortably trapped in my shorts. "Uh... Sis," I said with embarrassment and lifted her up.

As she stood, I saw her look down at my crotch. A smile came to her face and she whispered, "Sorry."

There was a look in her eyes that I had never seen before. My cock, which was trapped down the leg of my short's throbbed, lifting the material. 

"Better fix that before you cut off circulation," she said nodding toward my lap with a smile.

My face turned three shades of red. I jumped up, sliding the chair back quickly. "I uh... I had... I had better get the dishes done," I stuttered.




My Sister and I



"No, I'll do the dishes and you get the video set up," Cindy said with her eyes sparkling naughtily. "You might want to take care of that first," she said, referring to my erection. She was obviously enjoying my discomfort immensely.

"Cindddddyyyy," I said with mortification. 

I rushed out of the room like an adolescent that had been scolded by his mother. Safe in my room, l leaned against the door and took several deep breaths. My cock still throbbed in my shorts. It took me a few minutes to compose myself. I retrieved the video and then found a bottle of massage oil and a towel. The bathroom was a mess as it was most of the time after Cindy was there. There were makeup articles strewn across the counter and clothes and towels on the floor. I sighed and started to straighten up. I moved her makeup into a neat pile on the side of the counter and wiped it down. When I picked up the towels, a pair of panties dropped to the floor. As I started to reach for them, I realized that my hand was trembling. This is ridiculous, I thought as I picked up the silky underwear. 

I walked over to put the panties in the hamper. However, before I could, I found my hand bringing them to my face. It was as if I couldn't control it. I inhaled her sweet fragrance and felt my cock throb so hard that I feared I would cum in my shorts. My head began to spin and I swayed on my feet. Finally, with great effort, I dragged the panties from my face and threw them into the hamper. I slammed the lid with anger. I was still chastising myself as I set up the video.

Cindy finished the dishes and came into the living room carrying another glass of wine. She sat down on the sofa next to me and said, "All ready for me?"

"Uh... sure." After the bathroom incident, I wasn't sure I was ready for her. 

We had done this before. She turned on the sofa and placed her feet on my lap. I lifted them and put a towel underneath so as not to get oil on my shorts. Cindy sighed and laid her head on the arm of the sofa as I poured oil onto one foot. She moaned contentedly as I began to gently massage the soft skin on the top of her foot and then down to the arch. When most of her foot was covered in oil, I slipped my fingers between her toes. I heard another moan and glanced up. Her head was back and eyes were closed. There was a serene look on her face. With her eyes closed, I felt safe to look down her body. I saw her breasts move gently up and down under the silky housedress. They formed two soft mounds that stretched the silky bodice. My eyes moved down to see that the hem had ridden up her legs until much of her thighs were exposed. She had great legs. They were smooth and tanned with just the right amount of muscle. Her calves were strong and well shaped, tapering to narrow ankles. I held her gorgeous feet, with red painted toenails, in my hands.

As I continued the massage, I gently moved one leg away from the other. I knew that it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I moved very slowly, hoping that she wouldn't notice. When they were a good foot apart, I dared to look between her legs. My heart almost stopped. Her crotch was totally exposed and the light of the lamp beside me gave me a perfect view. She had on a pair of pink gauzy panties that did little to hide her pussy. I could see the outline of her outer lips and the wrinkled and pink inner lips flattened against the gusset. My heart was now thumping rapidly in my chest. In my excitement, my fingers had stopped moving. When Cindy moaned and wiggled her foot, I quickly looked away and began to rub again.

I tried not to look between her legs again, but it was impossible. When I did, several minutes later, I drew in my breath. There was a dark spot on her panties that had not been there before. I didn't know much about female anatomy at the time, so I didn't comprehend that my sister was excited. I continued to stare as I took the other foot in my hand. I made sure her legs stayed open... it seemed easy to do, as I received no resistance from her. 

An hour later, I had almost rubbed my sister's feet raw... staring at her pussy the entire time. 

Cindy finally came out of her daze and sat up. "God, that was wonderful," she whispered with a dreamy look. "My feet and legs are tingling all over. Maybe you should become a masseur," she teased. Then she suggested that we put the movie on and went to get another glass of wine. 

That gave me the opportunity to get up without her seeing my erection. I quickly put the movie in the VCR and sat down. The video had just come on when Cindy came back. She sat close to me, with our hips touching. She laid her head on my shoulder and curled her legs under her.

I bought "Sleepless in Seattle." It was a used rental and only cost ten dollars. I knew it was one of Cindy's favorite movies. However, when I looked at the screen, the usual credits didn't appear. There was nothing but gray static on the screen. I was about to get up when the video finally began to play. It took a couple of seconds to realize that this wasn't "Sleepless in Seattle". It appeared to be a movie made with a home video camera. On the screen was an empty bedroom with a large bed in the center. The covers were turned down neatly. "What's thi..."? I started to say and stopped. A woman walked into the room, followed by a man. When they got to the bed, they turned and faced each other. The woman was wearing a see-through negligee and the guy had a towel wrapped around his waist.

Cindy sat up and stared at the screen. "Oh my God, that... that looks like Mrs. Fields from down the block."

We both fell silent as the woman stepped into the man's arms and kissed him passionately. They were obviously very excited.

"It is Mrs. Fields!" Cindy exclaimed. 

"Holy shit!" I yelled. "I think there's been a big mistake here."

We watched as the woman pulled her negligee over her head. With a flick of his fingers the man opened the towel and let it drop to the floor. He already had a huge erection.

Mrs. Fields was in her early forties, but had a great body with very large breasts. The guy, who we didn't recognize, was much younger and very muscular. He definitely wasn't her husband. When Mrs. Fields went to her knees in front of the man, I jumped up to retrieve the remote.

"Wait," Cindy said as she grabbed my arm and pulled me back down. "Let's see what's going to happen."

I sat back down nervously. We watched as the older woman grasped the man's cock and pulled it to her red painted lips. I closed my eyes. My face turned red with embarrassment. I couldn't believe that I was watching a porn video with my sister. I looked at her quickly and saw her staring at the screen. She was biting her lip between her teeth and was sitting forward with her eyes opened wide. When I looked back at the screen, I saw the woman pumping the man's shaft as she sucked him. It reminded me of what I had seen Cindy do with her lover not ten feet from where we were sitting. My cock, which had never really gone completely soft, was as hard as a rock again. 

"Cindy, we shouldn't be watching this," I whispered, without conviction. Of course I wanted to watch it, but not with my sister sitting next to me. 

"Shhhh," she said and reached over and placed her hand on my bare leg.

Suddenly I was paralyzed. Her hand felt like it was going to burn my thigh. On the screen, the man was moaning and bucking his hips into the woman's mouth. When he yelled that he was climaxing, I felt Cindy's fingernails dig into my skin. The woman drank the man's sperm like Cindy had done with her lover. When she was done sucking the man, she let his cock slip from her lips. She smiled, scooped up some sperm that had dripped to her chin, and sucked it from her fingers. 

I started to get the remote again, but Cindy squeezed my thigh and whispered, "Wait." There was obvious excitement in her voice.

The scene faded out for a few seconds and then came back on. On the screen the two were lying on the bed kissing. A moment later the woman turned onto her back. Now she was lying with her leg's spread. Her lover crawled between. He bent down and kissed her. He was hard again. From the camera angle, we had a clear view of the man's ball's and cock with Mrs. Field's open pussy waiting below.

I was now mesmerized as I waited for him to fuck her. It wasn't the first porn video I had seen, but it was the first time I had seen someone that I knew in one. I felt something and looked down. Cindy's hand had begun to move on my thigh. At first it was barely noticeable. I held my breath, my eyes opened wide. I couldn't believe what was happening. I sat frozen as her fingers moved onto my shorts and then higher. When the tips of her fingers reached the tent in my shorts, I almost climaxed. Suddenly she grabbed me... grabbed my hard cock in her fist. I moaned and heard her whimper in response. I stared at her hand, afraid to look at her. When I looked at the screen, the man was fucking Mrs. Fields, his cock moving in and out of her pussy rapidly.

Cindy's fingers began to move up and down at the same tempo as the couple fucking on the screen. I was gasping for breath now. I wanted to grab her hand to stop her, but I couldn't move. Instead I sat frozen with only my chest moving. Soon I felt my balls begin to churn. I heard the man on the screen moan that he was ready to cum. I saw him thrust his cock deeply into her and he froze. Suddenly my hips began to move in time with my sister's pumping hand. It took a few more strokes before I felt my climax coming on. There was no way to delay it. I closed my eyes as I shot my sperm into my shorts. 

It was obvious that Cindy knew that I had climaxed. The pumping of her hand continued for a few moments. Then it slowed until it was barely moving. However, her fingers continued to squeeze me for a few seconds. Suddenly, she took her hand away and stood up. Without a word she left me sitting on the sofa and disappeared into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I sat in stunned silence. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Had my sister just jerked me off? I wondered. It couldn't be. Yet, I could still feel her hand on my now soft cock and cum was soaking though the front of my shorts, leaving a wet patch. I turned off the TV and went to my room in a daze.

Chapter 4

Breakfast conversation was very tense the following morning... at least for me. I hadn't slept very well. Cindy, on the other hand, seemed her normal self. She tried in vain to engage me in conversation, but only received grunts in reply. I was sulking and didn't even know why. I hadn't really done anything wrong and I certainly wasn't mad at her. It wasn't anger. I felt guilty... like I had taken advantage of my sister. It was irrational I know, but I was confused.

"Well little brother, I have to get to work," she said and got up. "You have a wonderful day."

"Uh... yeah, sure."

"Oh and by the way, don't take the video back. I want to see the rest." 

"I bought it," I responded. It was an "as is" final sale. I couldn't take it back if I wanted... especially not without explaining what was really on the tape.

She smiled and said, "Good, then we can watch it as much as we want." With that she was gone, leaving me as perplexed as I had been last night.

I went to work in a mental fog. I rang up people's grocery orders wrong, didn't hear questions customers asked, and generally screwed up everything I touched. I even made a wrong turn on the expressway on the way home after nigh school and had to drive five miles out of my way. I finally resolved to not let it bother me. After all, Cindy was the one that initiated everything. Why not enjoy it and let her dictate how far the exploration went? I thought.

When I walked into the apartment, Cindy was sitting on the sofa painting her toenails. She was wearing a short blue silk robe with one foot up on the coffee table. She looked up and smiled. "Hi Robbie, you're late tonight."

"Sorry, heavy traffic on the freeway," I lied. 

"I've been waiting for you so we can watch 'our movie'."

I wondered when it had become "our movie". "Let me get changed and showered. I won't take long."

"Okay," she said without looking up and continued to paint her toenails.

I found myself glancing at her legs. The robe had fallen off one leg, exposing much of her thigh. I could see silky flesh almost all the way to her ass. I forced myself to turn away. 

A few minutes later I came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of cut off sweat pants and no shirt. I had boldly left my underwear off. "I'll get a soda. Want a glass of wine?"

"Already had three," she giggled, "but I'll take another."

I placed the bottle of wine on the coffee table front of Cindy and I sat close to her, making sure my hip touched hers. "Ready?" I asked as calmly as possible. However, I was anything but calm inside. My heart was pounding in my chest.

"Yes, I've been excited all day," she whispered as if someone could hear her. 

It did feel sneaky watching someone's intimate home movie.

When the video came on, the scene had Mrs. Fields lying on the bed with her legs spread. It appeared to be a continuation of the other scene. The camera zoomed in until it was on her pussy. It was swollen and leaking sperm. Suddenly another man appeared. My eyes opened wide. It was Mr. Fields. I looked at Cindy to see that her eyes were just as wide as mine were. We watched as he crawled onto the bed and between her legs. A second later he was fucking her like her lover had a few minutes before. 

It didn't take him long to climax. 

When the screen went blank, both Cindy and I let out our breath and relaxed. Before we took our second breath, the screen came to life again. Like the first time, Mrs. Fields came into the room followed by a man. It was a different man this time. 

Cindy and I looked at each other and raised our eyebrows. Mrs. Fields was quite a slut. We watched as the pretty older woman went wild with her lover again. As we watched, the camera zoomed in.

I looked at Cindy... we shrugged our shoulders... someone was operating the camera.

The two on the bed fucked in every conceivable position, including her siting on his huge cock and riding him like she was in a rodeo. He climaxed inside her and she fell to the bed. However, they were not done. Within a few minutes, Mrs. Fields was sucking on her lover's cock. The camera zoomed in for a close up. She winked at the screen. When she had the stranger hard, she got onto her knees. He climbed behind her.

"Fuck my ass," she cried.

Cindy and I gasped. Then we watched as the stranger moved the head of his cock to her tight asshole. The head looked far too large to penetrate the tiny hole. Slowly the stranger pressed forward. The sphincter resisted before if finally gave way. Mrs. Fields bellowed in excitement. The stranger began to fuck her hard. Over and over his long cock went deep into her ass until he screamed in climax. 

By the time they were done, Cindy and I were very excited. My cut off sweat pants had a huge tent in them and there was a wet circle when the head had leaked juice. However, I didn't try to hide it this time. I had seen Cindy look over at my crotch several times.

Like it happened the first time, after the stranger was done, Mr. Fields took his place.

When that scene ended, I used the remote to flip off the VCR and TV. Cindy and I sat staring at the dark television for a while without speaking. Finally she turned and looked at me. Then her eyes scanned down my chest until they reached my still tented shorts. I intentionally made my cock twitch, moving the material of my sweat pants up and down.

Cindy looked back up at me and whispered, "I want to see it."

I knew what she meant, but I said, "What?"

"I want to see your cock," she whispered excitedly. 

When I didn't move, she reached over. I noticed her hand trembling as she stuck her fingers under the waistband of my shorts. She lifted the elastic until she could see the swollen head of my cock. I moaned and threw my head back, closing my eyes. 

"Oh my goodness," she gasped. "It's huge."

I could feel her eyes on my cock as I sat frozen with my hands at my sides. 

"Wait a minute," Cindy said, letting the elastic snap back in place. She stood up.

I opened my eyes in time to see her sway a bit on her feet. Then I watched her go into the bathroom. A second later she came back with a towel and bottle of massage oil. 

"Let me give you a massage."

"Huh?" I said, thinking she wanted to massage my feet.

Then she knelt at my feet, placing the towel and massage oil on the coffee table. Next she reached for the waistband of my shorts. "Lift up," she said.

"Cindy... we... what..." I stammered.

"Just shut up and lift up," she ordered.

When I raised my hips, she quickly pulled my shorts to my ankles. Suddenly I was sitting in front of my sister totally naked with a giant erection. My face turned red with embarrassment. But that did nothing to reduce my excitement. My cock throbbed and juice poured from the slit. A long strand of clear liquid connected my stomach to my cock head. 

Cindy stared at my shaft with a look of amazement on her face. I knew that my cock was larger than some men's were. But I hadn't had any experience with women to know how much larger. Apparently she thought it was pretty big.

"God Robbie, it's beautiful... and big."

I blushed.

Cindy reached for the towel and had me lift up so she could put it on the sofa under me. Then she picked up the bottle of oil. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft.

I moaned, lifting my hips excitedly. I couldn't believe how soft and cool her hand felt on my burning cock.

She held my erection and poured a stream of oil over the head. The silvery oil mixed with my juice and ran down the shaft and over her fingers. She put the bottle down, placing her other hand on my cock, one above the other, and began to slide her hands up and down. Her mouth was open as she took gasps of breath... her eyes stared at my cock... her hands slipping sensuously up and down the shaft.

Bolts of pleasure washed over my body as I watched my sister masturbate me. She squeezed me firmly, yet gently, as she twisted and turned her fists. Up and down the shaft she moved. When a hand would reach the head, she would circle her fingers around it and squeeze, moving it in a twisting motion.

I wasn't sure how much I could take. My balls were churning in their sacks and my cock was pulsing, drooling a steady stream of pre-cum juice. However, when I felt like I couldn't take any more, she would squeeze the base of the shaft tightly until the crisis passed. Then with a lustful smile she would start again.

Within a few minutes I was moaning constantly. I had never felt anything so good in my life. My hips moved on the sofa in time with the pumping of her hands. 

"God Sis, you're... driving... me crazy," I hissed.

She giggled. 

"I've got to cum," I said. But it was a plea and not an order.

"Alright," Cindy said breathlessly. With that she began to move her hands faster. 

"Oh God!" I gasped.

Cindy's eyes were fixed on my cock as she pumped her hands up and down rapidly now. The room filled with a sloppy sucking sound and our combined gasps for breath.

"Oh Goddddddd, I'm going to cummmmmm!!!!" I screamed. I lifted my hips from the sofa.

Cindy pulled the skin of my cock downward toward my balls and held it tight.

"Ahhhhhh," I moaned. Suddenly a blast of juice spit from the head, arching high into the air. It appeared to be moving in slow motion... a white streak of juice reaching its peak high above our heads before falling to my chest with a splat. I heard Cindy squealing in delight. Her voice seemed to come from somewhere far away. Blast after blast of juice shot out of my cock, covering my chest and stomach.




My Sister and I



"My God!" Cindy exclaimed as it kept coming. She kept pumping until there was only a trickle of juice dribbling from the head. Then she sat back. "Wow, little brother, or should I say 'big' brother, I've never seen so much cum in my life."

I blushed and looked down to see the cream covering my chest and stomach. Cindy's hands, which were on my thighs now, were also covered in sperm.

She stood up. "Did you like that?" she asked rhetorically.

I looked up and nodded weakly. 

"Well, I have to get to bed... got an early meeting at work tomorrow." With that she leaned over me and placed her lips on mine. 

I was surprised when I felt her tongue pushing on my lips. I moaned and opened my mouth, letting her in. Suddenly we were kissing like lovers. She pressed her mouth hard to mine, twirling her tongue around. I hadn't kissed many girls, but I am a quick learner. My tongue pushed hers back into her mouth. She moaned and sucked on mine. When she finally pulled away, my mouth was open and I was gasping for breath again. My sleeping cock began to twitch. 

"See you in the morning," she whispered. She touched my face gently before she disappeared into the bedroom.

I sat on the sofa in silence for a time. Nothing had prepared me for what my sister had just done. My head was still spinning. I couldn't think straight. I pulled myself up and staggered to my room. I flopped onto the bed. Suddenly I heard what I thought was crying coming from Cindy's room. I went over to the wall and listened. What I heard was definitely not crying. There were little whimpers followed by moans. I would have thought Dexter was with her had I not known that she was alone. It was obvious that my sister was masturbating. A little chill ran through me when I realized that she was doing it with cum covered fingers. My cock came back to life immediately. A few minutes later I was shooting another load, into my hand this time, as I listened to my sister's orgasmic cries.

As I lay awake long after our mutual pleasure, I realized that I was desperately in love with my sister.

Chapter 5

The following morning, as I passed the sofa, my mind rushed back to what had happened on that very spot last night... my own sister had jerked me off. I shook my head and forced myself to go into the kitchen.

Cindy was already up. She was sitting at the table with her cup of coffee, reading the morning paper. When I walked in she looked up and smiled sweetly. "Good morning Robbie," she said. From her facial expression, one would never know what she had done to me last night.

I boldly walked over and kissed her on the lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth. Her mouth was sweet with the taste of mouthwash and a hint of coffee. When she didn't resist me, I put my hand behind her head as I explored her open mouth with my tongue. We were both breathless when I finally pulled away.

I saw her surprised look. "Good morning to you Sis," I said. I sat down at the table with a cup of coffee and a wide grin. "Hey Sis, would you like me to get another movie for Friday night? Or watch "our" movie," I smiled lustfully. 

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie, but I have a date with Dexter."

I could feel the blood drain from my face. It seemed as if she had stuck a pin in my balloon. Amazingly, I had forgotten all about Dexter in the last several days. The jerk, I thought and felt my anger building. "What about Saturday night?" I asked, trying to keep the irritation from my voice.

Cindy got a sad look on her face. "Sorry sweetie, but Dexter doesn't have many weekends free and he said he wanted to spend this one with me." 

I couldn't hold it back anymore. "What do you see in that jerk? He flashes money around like he's some big shot. He's just a spoiled little rich boy with a giant ego. And, a total asshole to boot," I blurted. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I regretted them. 

I saw fire in Cindy's eyes. "Don't talk to me like that!" she almost screamed. "You don't know anything about him. Besides, who I date is my business and not yours." Her face was red with anger.

The room suddenly fell silent. Both of us were steaming. I figured a quick exit was called for. I stormed out of the kitchen, quickly dressed and went to work.

I felt bad all morning about what I had said to Cindy. I debated calling her to apologize. Unfortunately, the store was busy all day, so I never had the chance. 

My mind was working overtime though. Dexter was a big problem. He had always been an issue, but now he was coming between my sister and I. There had to be some way to get him out of the picture. I was daydreaming, ringing up a customer's order, when a plan suddenly came to me. I knew just what to do. If my theory was correct, Dexter was history.

Normally I am not a devious person. I tend to take people at their word and believe what they say. However, I had always been suspicious of Dexter. Something about him didn't sit well with me. I thought I knew the reason why. 

When I left work that afternoon, I drove downtown to Dexter's office, parking in the lot near his sports car. It was about six thirty when he came out of the office building. He was whistling like he didn't have a care in the world. When he pulled off the lot, I was a safe distance behind him. He stopped at the cleaners to pick up some laundry before getting onto the expressway. I knew he had an apartment in town... so I wondered why he was taking the expressway. 

I followed him for over an hour... my old Jeep straining to keep up with his powerful sports car. When we exited the expressway and the traffic thinned, I backed off to make sure he didn't see me. Finally he turned into a long driveway to what appeared to be an estate that had a large iron security gate. There was a brick wall surrounding the property. I quickly parked on the street and found a spot where I could scale the wall. Hoping that they didn't have guard dogs, I stumbled my way through the woods until I could see the house. I waited with my camera.

The sun was just going down and my hopes were dimming when I saw Dexter come out of the house. Behind him was a pretty woman followed by two small children. Got him! I thought. They climbed into an SUV as I snapped photos.

I drove home with a smile on my face. I stayed in my room that evening and put together an envelope with a note. I wrote a message that said, "Here are some photos I took of you and your family. If you don't leave Cindy Matthews alone, the photos will be sent to her." I also included a photo of Dexter and Cindy kissing that I stole from Cindy's room. "The photo of Cindy and you will go to your wife. Have a nice day."

I didn't really know if the woman Dexter was with was his wife or even that the children were his. However, I had pretty good circumstantial evidence that they were. It explained why he didn't have many weekends free. I was assuming that Cindy didn't know that he was married. I was fairly sure that she wouldn't be involved with a married man. Besides, I figured I had nothing to lose by exposing him. Even if he knew that I was doing this (the photo of Cindy and him kissing could give me away), it didn't matter. What was he going to do anyway? 

The following evening was Friday night. Cindy was to meet Dexter at a restaurant downtown, as they often did. She and I had not talked since the blowup. However, it was obvious that we both wanted to. When she came out of her room that night she was wearing a pretty blue pleated skirt, white blouse with high heels. The skirt came to mid-thigh, exposing her well-shaped legs. She also had on silk nylons. I wondered if the nylons were pantyhose or thigh-high. I guessed thigh-high. It was a little chilly out so she had a jacket that matched her skirt. She looked very sexy.

I was sitting on the sofa when she walked past. I caught a whiff of her sweet perfume and felt a pain in my heart. "You look pretty," I said as she passed. 

She stopped and looked at me as if she was trying to figure out if I were serious. 

I smiled and said, "Really."

Her serious face changed to a smile immediately. "Thank you Robbie."

"Sis..." 

"Robbie..." we said at the same time. Then we laughed.

"I'm sorry for the things I said," I said sincerely.

"I'm sorry about my reaction too," she answered. 

I stood up. "Listen, I was out of line. You obviously can date anyone you want. I had no right to say those things about Dexter. He might be a great guy."

"Thank you again Robbie. He is a good guy... you'll see."

Yeah, I'll see, I thought. "If you like him, I'll try to like him as well," I lied. 

A little tear showed in Cindy's eye. She wiped it away and stepped toward me.

I put my arms around her for a hug. I drew in the scent of her hair and sweet perfume. When we pulled away, I looked into her eyes. "Have fun tonight."

"I will," she said as we continued to hold each other. 

Then she leaned forward to touch her lips to mine. I suppressed a moan and responded. Her mouth opened when my tongue touched her lips. A moan escaped her throat as our tongues dueled. I felt her tremble. 

She pushed me away, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I've got to go," she sighed. With that she pecked my lips again then rubbed lipstick from my lips.

Now all I had to do was wait.

I heard the keys in the lock as I sat on the sofa. It was just past ten. I felt excitement and worry at the same time. A million questions rushed through my mind. Did Dexter show up tonight? If so, did they have a fight? Did he deny everything? Was I wrong about him?

As soon as I saw Cindy I had some of the answers. Her eye makeup was smeared, indicating that she had been crying. I jumped up and hurried over to her. "What's wrong?" I asked, grabbing her shoulders and looking into her eyes. I could smell alcohol on her breath. She swayed a bid and I put my arm around her.

"I was stood-up. Dexter didn't show," she hissed angrily. Then she added, "I tried to call his cell phone ten times and there was no answer."

I wanted to leap for joy. However, I caught myself and said, "Well, maybe he just got hung up in traffic."

"Yeah, right," she said with a slight slur to her voice. "He can walk to the bar from his office. I sat at the bar and drank by myself all night... fending off twenty guys trying to pick me up."

"I'm so sorry Sis," I said as sincerely as I could muster. I fought to keep a smile from my face. While I knew what I had done was devious, I had convinced myself that it was the best thing for Cindy. "Come over to the sofa and sit down. Do you want some coffee or something?"

"No coffee. Get me a glass of wine please."

I hurried into the kitchen and poured her a glass of wine. When I came out, she was sitting on the sofa with her head back. I sat next to her, handing her the glass. She turned it up and drank it down. 

"Wow," I said, taking the empty glass from her. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. 

I heard her sniffle. "You're the best man in my life Robbie. You've always been here for me." She began to sob.

I turned her face up to me and looked into her tear filled eyes. My heart went out to her. "You're the good one Sis. I'm really sorry about Dexter," I said... sincere this time. Our lips were drawn together. It was the sweetest kiss we had ever shared. Her mouth opened wide for me, and my tongue found hers. My hand, which was lying on her waist, slowly moved upward. My heart was thumping in my chest as the back of my hand touched her breast. When I felt the warmth of her flesh through the thin material of her blouse, I realized that she didn't have a bra on. With a bold move I opened my hand and caressed her breast.

"Mmmm," Cindy moaned into my mouth.

I wasn't sure if it was in protest or not. However, she made no move to stop me. I caressed her soft breast for several minutes as we continued to kiss. Then my fingers searched for the buttons of her blouse. Waiting for her to stop me, I slowly opened one button at a time until I reached the waist of her skirt. With a moan I slipped my hand under the material of her blouse and cupped her bare breast. I trembled with excitement at the feel of her warm flesh under my palm. 

"Ohhhhhh... mmmmmm," she gasped into my mouth.

When she still didn't push me away, my fingers found an already hard nipple. I tweaked the large nub and then squeezed it hard.

Cindy gasped again and pulled her lips from mine. I feared that she was going to stop me. Instead she threw her head back on the sofa and closed her eyes. I took that as an okay to proceed. I brazenly pulled her blouse from her skirt and opened the last buttons. Then I spread the silky material open until both of her breasts were exposed. I had never seen anything so beautiful. Her breasts were large fleshy mounds of unblemished skin. They sat high on her chest with no sag. The nipples were pinkish brown and the areolas were large, covering a third of her breasts. I squeezed one and then the other and heard her moan with excitement. Then my lips were drawn to them. 

"Oh Robbie," Cindy hissed and grasped the back of my head, pulling my mouth to her. Her back arched up, forcing my face into her soft tit. 

My head was spinning as I sucked and licked her nipple. With great effort, I pulled away and found the other. Soon both of her nipples were wet with my saliva. I stared at them for a minute, using my fingers to tweak them. Then I kissed her passionately again. She responded by pressing her breasts to my chest and opening her mouth wide. I could feel her hips squirming in excitement

I moved off the sofa and onto the floor at her knees. 

Cindy opened her eyes and looked at me dreamily. 

I looked down at her legs. Cindy's legs were open and her skirt had pulled up almost to her crotch. My eyes traveled up her legs slowly until they reached the tops of her thigh high nylons. I could see the soft flesh of her upper thighs. It bulged slightly from the compression of the nylon. I held my eyes there for a moment longer, enjoying the view while denying myself the pleasure of looking at her crotch. When I did, I gasped... no panties! I had a clear and unobstructed view of her swollen pussy. She didn't have a speck of hair. The inner lips were protruding through the smooth outer lips and were slick with her juice. There was a bubble of clear pussy juice coming from the hole. As I stared, Cindy opened her legs wider. My eyes grew large at her bold move. I watched the bubble of juice grow until it trickled out and then down between the cheeks of her ass. When I looked up, Cindy was staring back at me. I wasn't sure what she wanted.

"Kiss me," she gasped.

I started to move up and kiss her lips. However, she reached for my shoulders and pushed me down. Suddenly, I realized that she wanted me to kiss her pussy. I almost fainted at the thought of what she was asking. Of course I had seen it done in movies, but I had never actually done it myself. I could hear a roar that sounded like the ocean in my ears. From somewhere far away I heard Cindy's voice again. 

"Eat me Robbie. Oh God, eat my cunt." Then she grabbed my head in her hands.

I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. Cindy led my head downward. As I approached her pussy, I could smell her sweet scent. I recognized it from her panties. My cock throbbed in my shorts and I worried that I was going to climax. A second later, my lips touched her smooth and swollen sex lips. I was lost. Her pussy opened, spreading across my lips like a wet, juicy peach. Her slick juices coated my lips and dribbled down my chin. My tongue came out instinctively, sliding between her fat inner lips. When my tongue was back in my mouth, I tasted her sweet juices for the first time. My cock throbbed and squirted a gob of my juice into my underwear. I went back for more, plunging my tongue into her as deeply as it would go.

"Oh Robbbbbbiiiieeee!!!" Cindy screamed. 

She screamed so loud that I feared the neighbors would hear. It spurred me on. I pressed my mouth to her pussy and began to suck. Her hips were squirming under my mouth so much that it was difficult to hold my position. I pushed her legs higher until her knees touched the back of the sofa. She slumped down until she was almost doubled over. I began to suck again. 

"Robbie, I'm cummmmmiiinnnngggg!!!" she screamed and lifted her hips. Her legs flew up and wrapped around my head, imprisoning me between her strong thighs. I was trapped, but loving every minute. All of my senses were focused on her taste, smell, and the feel of her climaxing pussy. It went on for a long time. When I felt her thighs relax, I began to suck harder. 

"Robbiiiiieee, what are you doinnnnnngggg?" she gasped. Still, she didn't push me away. Instead, she pulled my hair, forcing my face deeper between her pussy lips. Seconds later she screamed, "Ahhhhheeeee!!!" and juice flooded my mouth again.

I heard the clock in the background strike 11 P.M. when Cindy's legs finally released me from between her legs. I was surprised that I had been between her legs for almost an hour. I sat back with juice dripping from my chin and a silly look on my face. It was my first time eating pussy, but I knew that it wouldn't be my last.

Cindy smiled weakly before motioning me to join her on the sofa again. When I did, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her tenderly. I held her to me, rocking her gently, for a long time.

Chapter 6

"God Robbie, where did you learn to eat pussy like that?" Cindy said when she had finally gathered enough strength. "I've never climaxed so many times in my life."

I smiled but didn't answer. For some reason, male pride or ego, I didn't want her to know that I had never eaten pussy before.

Cindy finally sat up. She looked at me and whispered, "It's my turn." With that she slipped off the sofa and crawled between my legs. 

My cock wasn't as hard, but it was still a formidable bulge in my shorts. I watched excitedly as she reached for my belt. She opened my shorts and quickly stripped them off of me. My cock sprung to attention. 

Cindy stared at my weapon and said, "Wow, it looks even bigger than before." She wrapped her hand around the pulsing shaft, holding it up as if inspecting it. Her hand moved up and down the long tube, squeezing juice from the swollen head. Then she used her index finger to capture some of the juice and brought it to her mouth. Her eyes closed in pleasure.

I figured she was going to give me a hand job like she had done the other night. However, it became obvious that she had other ideas. A gasp escaped my lips when she straightened up and pulled my cock down until the head was an inch from her still hard nipple. She pumped the shaft again, causing a large bubble of juice to form at the tip. It hung there for a moment then, as if in slow motion, dropped to her nipple. She rubbed it around the areola until it was shining. Then she moved to the other tit and did the same thing. 

I watched with half closed eyes as she tweaked her nipples, making them hard. Then she moved closer until she could place the slit of my cock at one nipple. I moaned as I felt the rough nub of her nipple slip up and down the slit. She smiled up at me and pulled her nipple away.

"Did you like that?" she asked rhetorically. 

I answered by moving my hips upward. With a giggle she began again. 

Finally, she moved closer and wrapped her soft breasts around my hard cock. She began to move her breasts up and down both sides of my cock.

"Oh God Cindy," I moaned in warning.

She giggled and pulled back again, letting my cock flip back up and slap my stomach. Then she leaned over and brought her mouth close to my throbbing erection. Looking up at me she whispered, "I want to suck it. Do you want that?"

"Yesssss!" I answered. I lifted my hips pushing my dripping cock head toward her mouth. She pulled back teasingly. Then her tongue came out and she lapped the slit, cleaning the accumulated juice from the tip. With a groan deep in her throat she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock inside. However, she only sucked it for a second or two. She pulled away, making a pop with her lips as my cock slipped out. Her tongue came out and she ran it down the shaft and over my balls.




My Sister and I



"I love to suck balls," she said. She opened her mouth and sucked one in.

My breath was coming in gasps now.

When one ball was wet with her saliva she moved to the other. Finally she licked back up my cock and hovered over the head. With drooling lips she moved down, taking the head inside again. I gasped as she took me deeper and deeper. Through half closed eyes, I saw her lips reach my pubic hair. I couldn't believe that she had taken all of my cock in her mouth. I could actually feel her throat muscles working on the buried head. Then she pulled all the way back, freeing my entire cock. It pulsed in the air, dripping gobs of saliva.

Cindy gasped for breath with her mouth open. Her eyes were filled with excitement. 

I reached for her head and pulled her back. She opened her mouth wide. I pushed her down until I heard her gag. Still, she took most of my cock without a problem. Soon we began a rhythm. My hips pushed upward with each of her downward moves. 

I was fucking my sister's mouth. The reality of that was too much for me. "Cindy," I screamed.

She pulled back and grabbed the base of my cock, like she had done when she masturbated me, and cut off my climax.

My mouth was open as I gasped to suck air into my lungs. 

Cindy waited a few seconds before she began to suck me again. Over and over she brought me close to my peak and then would stop. 

Finally, I couldn't take anymore. "Please..." I begged.

"Please what?" she asked with a smile.

"Please make me cum," I hissed.

"Alright, since you were such a good boy." With that she wrapped her hand around my shaft and placed her mouth over the swollen head. Her hand began to pump up and down as her mouth sucked the head. Within a few seconds I was ready to cum.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" I cried and lifted my hips. My eyes were closed tight.

Cindy held her mouth on the head and pumped my cock with her fist. 

"Ahhhhhh!!!" I screamed as my balls unleashed a huge load of sperm. I heard Cindy gag, but she didn't stop sucking. Then she was moaning and swallowing as she pumped me. It felt like my balls were exploding as they pumped their contents into her sucking mouth. 

When I finally opened my eyes, Cindy was still sucking the head of my cock. She had been unable to drink all of my juice and some of it had run down the shaft to pool in my pubic hair. I watched as she licked it up. 

Cindy looked up at me with a smile and said, "Yum, you taste good little brother." Her tongue came out and she licked a gob of cum from the corner of her mouth.

The sizzling bacon and perking coffee filled the kitchen with the smell of breakfast. I hurried around to get everything ready at the same time. Normally on Saturday mornings Cindy was up early and I was the late riser. However, today, I wanted to fix her breakfast. It was about ready when she came in.

She came into the kitchen wearing her white terrycloth robe. She stretched and yawned, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"What are you doing up so early?" she asked with a sleepy smile.

"Just wanted to fix breakfast for my sister."

"That's so sweet of you," she returned sincerely.

"Sit down. The paper and coffee is on the table. Everything will be ready in a minute."

Cindy sat down but she didn't pick up the paper. I could feel her eyes on me as I moved around the kitchen. When I turned around, I saw a strange look on her face. "What's the matter?" I asked.

"Robbie, we need to talk."

Uh oh, I thought, here it comes. We went too far last night and now she is having regrets.

"Uh... sure Sis, let me finish getting breakfast ready." I put the food on the table and sat down across from her. 

"We'll eat first," she said.

Suddenly I didn't have much of an appetite. 

When breakfast was over Cindy reached over and held my hand. I didn't say anything, waiting for what I knew was to come. 

"Robbie, we went pretty far last night."

"Sis... I..." I started to say something, I wasn't sure what, but she interrupted me.

"Let me talk please," she said and squeezed my hand. She paused for a moment and began again. "I guess it was because Dexter stood me up and I drank too much. However, I would be lying to you if I said I didn't enjoy it. I think you could tell that anyway. But, we are brother and sister and it was wrong." Cindy paused again.

I still didn't say anything and waited for her to continue.

"We have always been close and I love you... but... not entirely like a brother."

My heart began to beat a little faster.

"While I know that I should say that it can never happen again, deep down inside I don't believe that. We live together and are too close for me to say that."

I was all ears. This was sounding much better than I had hoped.

"But, it can't go any further than it already has... I mean... I mean... we can't actually fuc... well, you know what I mean. There have to be some rules." I saw her face flush for the first time. It was obvious that she was nervous.

"Sure Sis, whatever you say," I blurted in excitement. I was ready to agree to anything as long as it meant that we could still have fun together.

"Don't get too excited," Cindy said and finally smiled. "We have to control ourselves... we can't be suc... uh... doing things every day."

"I understand," I said as seriously as I could. Inside my heart was leaping for joy.

Cindy looked at the clock and said, "I have to get moving. I told Nancy that I would meet her at ten to go shopping. We can continue this conversation when I get home."

"I'm going to play golf with Randy and then we are going to the ballgame tonight," I said, suddenly wishing that I were going to be home with Cindy tonight. "Uh Cindy, what are you going to do about Dexter?" I asked.

Cindy's frowned. "I'm going to wait for him to contact me. If he does, he has some explaining to do. If he doesn't... well, it's all for the best. It will prove that you were right about him. He's a jerk."

I almost said something negative but caught myself. "I am sorry." And, I was.

"I know," she answered and squeezed my hand.

I was walking on air for the rest of the day. I played golf terribly and lost a few bucks, but I didn't care. The ball game was exciting and went extra innings, but I hardly paid attention. My mind was constantly on Cindy. I knew that I had it bad for her. I also knew that I had to go slow and let her take the lead. 

It was after 11:30 P.M. when I got home. Cindy had already gone to bed. I saw a note on the coffee table and picked it up. "Robbie, I wanted to wait up for you but I got really sleepy. Shopping for six hours can tire a girl out. lol Goodnight and have sweet dreams," Cindy.

For a moment I thought about waking her up and saying goodnight. Since I knew that she was tired, I decided to go to bed. I folded the note up and put it in my pocket. I was humming to myself as I went to bed.

I wasn't sure what time it was when I awakened for some reason. When I opened my eyes, I saw my sister standing next to the bed looking down at me. She had on a long nightshirt with a picture of Mickey Mouse on the front. Before my eyes could adjust, she climbed onto the bed and straddled my waist.

"I've been thinking about you all night," she whispered with excitement in her voice. "Especially how your mouth felt on my pussy. I was hoping that you would come into my room when you got home."

I shook my head... "Sis, what..." I started to say, but stopped when she reached down and pulled her nightshirt over her head. Suddenly my words caught in my throat as I stared at her now naked body.

"I need you to eat me again," she said and scooted up my chest until her pussy was inches from my chin.

Suddenly my cock sprang to full erection. In spite of the dark, I could see that her pussy lips were swollen and very wet. 

"I've been playing with myself," she said. Then she lifted up and moved forward.

I moaned excitedly as she held her pussy over my mouth. My tongue came out to gently lick her swollen lips. 

"Oh yes Robbie, lick me."

I did. My tongue slipped between the lips and licked upward to her clit. Her juices were streaming from her hole and onto my chin. I opened my mouth wide and sucked both her inner and out lips inside.

"Ohhhhh Goddddd Robbie," Cindy screamed. Her hips pressed down, forcing my head into the pillow. I had to gently lift her hips upward in order to breathe. I began to eat her wildly. I sucked and licked as her hips worked up and down and back and forth on my willing face. Her thighs pressed against my ears, muting her screams of pleasure. I barely knew when she started climaxing. However, I think it was soon after my mouth touched her pussy. It continued the entire time I ate her.

Cindy's body trembled and shook as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her. It was one sided, but I was only too happy to accommodate her. When she finally climbed off of my face, I closed my eyes and gasped for breath. When I opened my eyes, she was gone. I sat up in bed. Was it a dream? I thought. Did my sister just come into my room and sit on my face? I was still wondering as I dozed off to sleep again. However, I didn't sleep much the rest of the night.

In the morning, I got up early to take a shower. I was letting the refreshing water pour over my head when I thought I heard the bathroom door open. A moment later the frosted glass door of the shower opened. Cindy was standing there with a smile on her face. 

"Need some company 'little' brother?" she said and looked down at my soft cock.

The shower stall was very small, but I wasn't about to refuse her. She had on the same Mickey Mouse nightshirt. I smiled. It hadn't been a dream. I watched as she pulled her shirt off and stepped into the tight confines of the shower stall. The steaming water was cascading over my shoulders and rolling down my chest. She pressed her body to mine and said, "Don't I get a good morning kiss?"

Our lips went together immediately. My limp cock began to grow immediately. I pushed my sister back and let it grow between us. 

Cindy was smiling as she looked down and watched it grow. Then she took it in her hand. "I owe you one," she whispered... obviously referring to her visit to my room. With that she slid down my wet body to kneel at my feet. She grasped my now fully hard cock with her other hand and I heard her whisper to herself, "Amazing."

"Mmmmm," I moaned as she opened her mouth to suck the head inside. 

I leaned against the shower wall, letting the jets of water flow over my shoulder and land on her. I reached for her head, my fingers twisting in her now wet hair. "Oh God Sis," I gasped and closed my eyes as her mouth began to work on me. She sucked me for a long time, licking the swollen head and pumping the shaft with both fists. She smiled up at me and then licked down the shaft to my balls. I watched as she sucked one and then the other. Then she pushed on my hips. "What?" I asked.

"Turn around."

I hesitated for a second and then shrugged my shoulders. I turned around until my ass cheeks were facing her. I hear her giggle and then felt her hands on my cheeks. "Cindy!" I cried when she opened my cheeks. Quickly, before I could protest, her lips moved to my asshole. I felt her tongue tickle my tiny hole. My hips squirmed in a futile attempt to get away. She followed. My breath caught in my throat when her tongue pushed on the opening. It resisted.

"Relax," Cindy said and playfully slapped my ass cheek.

It was difficult, but eventually I willed myself to relax. A moan escaped my lips when her tongue slipped inside. Then she worked in and out of me like I had done to her pussy. After a few minutes, it began to feel good. When she finally pulled away, my hole felt empty. However, I shouldn't have worried. A second later, I felt a soapy finger on the hole. "Cindy no..."

It was too late. Her finger slipped into my relaxed hole. I grunted and gasped. I had never had anything up my ass before. I couldn't believe my sister was doing it. It was embarrassing but yet it didn't feel bad. Slowly my sphincter adjusted and allowed her to pump her finger in and out with ease. I sighed and bent my legs a bit to push my hips toward her. 

Cindy giggled again and worked her finger faster. She worked it in and out rapidly. 

Suddenly, I felt a strange feeling deep inside. I knew nothing about the prostate... but Cindy obviously did.

"Turn around," she said again.

I was in a daze now and didn't protest.

Cindy let her finger slip out for a moment. However, as soon as I was facing her, she slipped her hand between my legs and found my hole again. 

I closed my eyes and moaned.

She took my cock inside her mouth again.

"Cindy," I cried as the feeling inside me built until I was ready to explode. My balls churned in preparation. Suddenly, almost without warning my sperm began to shoot into her mouth. It came out of me in great gobs, hurtling along the shaft and pouring into my sister's mouth in a flood. She swallowed quickly, taking it down her throat. My cock pulsed over and over; squirting everything I had inside my balls into her willing mouth. Long after I should have stopped climaxing, juice was still pouring out of me.

Finally I was drained. My legs couldn't hold me up. I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the tile floor. When I opened my eyes I saw my sister staring at me with a broad grin.

"Was that good?" she asked.

"Oh God," I gasped and pulled her to me. We kissed long and hard.

Chapter 7

I was walking on air after that evening. However, I also felt incredibly guilty. Not about having sex with my sister, but about what I had done to make it happen... what I had done to her boyfriend. I kept telling myself that it was for her own good. Still, I knew it was wrong. I finally decided to tell her.

When I did, she blew up and called me names, screaming at me, "How could you do this to me? What kind of brother are you? And so on. She said she would never speak to me again. I hadn't expected that kind of reaction. I figured she would get mad, but realize that I had done it for her and forgive me right away. However, after a week of not talking, of me bringing her flowers, offering to massage her feet, and anything else she wanted, I was at a loss for what to do.

I went to a friend's house one night and he had some booze. I wasn't used to drinking and had half a bottle of liquor. I told him I was okay and decided to walk home. Well, I passed out in an alley, where I slept the entire night. When I finally got home, my sister was frantic. When she scolded me for staying out all night, I said, "What difference did it make to you. You hate me anyway."

Cindy got a shocked look on her face. She started to cry and said, "I do care about you Robbie. You're my brother and I love you."

"So ignore and refuse to talk to someone you love? Fuck it!" I said and stormed into my room.

A little while later, I heard a tapping on the door. I didn't answer it right away. However, when she didn't go away, I finally gave in. Cindy was at my door with her eyes all red. My heart started to melt. I took her in my arms and we both cried.

After that, we had a long talk. I promised never to medal in her affairs again. She said that she knew I did it because I loved her. So, we finally made up. However, I was afraid to try anything sexual with her for a while. 

The next evening, Cindy asked me if we wanted to watch "our" movie. I was so excited that I almost tripped over the coffee table to get the video. We sat on the sofa and watched the rest of the movie. Mrs. Fields took on several other men, with her husband always being the last one to fuck her. I ate Cindy to multiple climaxes and she sucked me off again. After that evening we no longer pretended that we could deny what we felt for each other. Over the next several months, I brought her pleasure with my mouth on a daily basis. I loved eating her. However, she didn't always return the favor. I figured out that it was intentional on her part. She would often tease me unmercifully. Sometimes she would come out of the bathroom naked or accidentally let her towel slip. We would neck on the sofa until I was crazy for her. She would giggle and slap my hands away from her breasts. It kept me at a sexual peak and always wanting her. She used that sexual energy to get me to help around the apartment more than I ever had before. I didn't mind... just being around her was wonderful for me. 

We also got along very well. The fact that Dexter was out of the picture and that she wasn't dating anyone helped. I had no reason to be jealous anymore.

Several weeks later Cindy received an E-mail from Dexter. It was short and rude, saying that he was sorry but he had found someone else. Although she was prepared for that, it still hurt. I consoled her that night. I made her climax with my mouth several times before I carried to her bed, exhausted. 

As time went on, our relationship heated up. We did almost everything but fuck. On occasion we got very close. One time she was straddling me on a kitchen chair. Her skirt was pulled to her waist and she didn't have panties on. I was in my underwear, my cock sticking through the opening. As we kissed, she lifted up and let my cock slip behind her until it was rubbing between her ass cheeks. I was close to climaxing already. When she realized that, she lifted up again and let my cock head slipped between the lips of her pussy. I heard her whimper. Her hips jerked like she was starting to climax. When the slick and swollen lips wrapped around the head of my cock, I couldn't control myself. I shot off like a cannon, my sperm squirting just inside her lips and running back down my cock. She began to climax with me. 

It was a Saturday night when the inevitable happened. I had taken Cindy out to a nice dinner for her birthday... spending almost a week's pay. She had on a tight black dress with pearls around her neck and four inch high-heeled shoes. She looked incredibly sexy and classy at the same time. When we arrived home, we began to kiss, like we often did. Before we went too far, she told me to wait and she went into the bedroom. I figured she was trying to cool us down. However, when she didn't come out I became worried. I knocked gently on her door. I very rarely went into her room. It was one of those unspoken rules. When she didn't answer, I pushed the door open. What I saw took my breath away.

On the bed was my gorgeous sister. Several candles lit the otherwise dark room. Cindy was lying on pink silk sheets. She had on a black corset with a matching black garter belt and nylons. On her feet was the same pair of black high-heels. The corset exposed her breasts, with the metal under-wire pushing them up seductively. The white flesh of her breasts contrasted wonderfully with the black of the corset. One leg was crooked with her shoe on the bed. She didn't have panties on. 

My heart was in my throat as I slowly walked over to her. "My God Sis," I whispered. 

She looked up at me with lust in her eyes. "I want you Robbie."

"Huh?" I answered stupidly.

"I want you. I want you to... to fuck me."

For a second the words didn't register. When they did, my eyes opened wide. I had a pretty good idea of what to do, but since I had never had intercourse with a girl, I was scared. "Uh... Sis... I uh... I never..." I stuttered.

She got a funny look on her face. "You're never what?" Before I could answer, she got it. "You never fucked a girl?"

My face turned red. "Uh... no," I said with embarrassment.

"Oh my God sweetheart."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"No... no, that's wonderful... that's perfect. Oh God, my brother, my first virgin."

I was totally embarrassed at that point.

"Come here," Cindy said and opened her arms wide.

I crawled onto the bed and into her arms. Our lips went together in a very passionate kiss. My cock sprang to attention.




My Sister and I



When our lips drew apart, Cindy said, "God Robbie, you don't know how special this is to me. If I had known you were a virgin... well, we would have probably done this a long time ago."

Somehow I found my voice. "Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked. "I mean... you said..."

"Shhhhh," Cindy said, pressing her fingers to my lips. "Yes, I'm sure. As sure as I have ever been about anything in my life. I don't care if you are my brother Robbie... I love you... I love you with all my heart."

"Oh God Sis. I think I have loved you forever. Every woman I have ever looked at paled compared to you."

"Oh sweetheart," Cindy said and pulled my lips to hers again. Her mouth opened wide and she sucked my tongue inside. We kissed until our lips hurt. When she drew away this time she whispered into my ear, "Fuck me Robbie. Fuck your big sister. I want that cock in me so bad."

I lifted up with my hands on either side of Cindy's shoulders. My eyes gazed down her body. "You are so beautiful," I whispered. My cock was hovering over her pussy. A silvery strand of juice dripped from the head and landed on her pussy lips. "Do you want me to eat you first?" I asked.

"No... I just want your cock... now. I want you to fuck me hard and cum deep inside me. We have waited far too long for this." With that Cindy wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

I reached between us with a trembling hand and positioned my cock on her pussy lips. I stared into her eyes, my cock pulsing, waiting at her gate. "Are you ready?"

"Yessssss!!!" she hissed.

I pushed my hips down and felt the head penetrate the inner lips. I paused and gasped as her sphincter snapped around the crown of my cock. It was tighter than I expected. 

"Oh Robbie," Cindy gasped. Her fingers dug into my back and her legs pulled on my waist.

I resisted, enjoying the feeling of her warm hole around me. I moved back and forth ever so gently, letting her swollen lips caress the stretched skin of my cock head. It was excruciatingly pleasurable for both of us. 

"Please Robbie," Cindy moaned.

Eventually I gave in and lowered my hips. Inch by inch my cock slipped into my sister's pussy. I could feel every inch of her warm and wet cavern. Finally, I heard Cindy grunt and felt the head hit bottom. I was all the way inside her. I could go no further. My balls were lying on her outer lips. 

Cindy was making little whimpering noises now. Her hips twitched and her body trembled. 

"I'm going to fuck you now Sis," I whispered.

"Yes, yes, yes," she answered. 

I pulled out slowly and heard her moan. Then I pushed back in hard. 

"Ahhhhheeeeee!!!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

I groaned and began to move in and out with powerful strokes. My hips jerked up and down, lifting her off the bed. The bed springs squeaked loudly... louder then they did that first night I heard her making love. I buried my face in her shoulder and sucked the soft skin into my mouth. I knew that she would have a large bruise there tomorrow. I felt my sister tense and knew that she was close. "Yes, yes, cum for me Sis... cum on my cock," I whispered excitedly. 

Cindy began to climax.

Soon the room was filled with our gasps of pleasure. Over and over I pushed into her, my cock becoming a blur. Juice ran from her pussy, lubricating my shaft and spilling onto my balls. I fought to control my own climax. I wanted it to last... I never wanted it to end. Still, my sister's wet and warm pussy was milking me. The tight walls grasped my cock like a warm glove. Her climaxing pussy was sucking the cum from my balls.

Suddenly I bellowed, "I'm cummming!!!" I pushed in deeply and froze, the head of my cock resting against the back wall of her pussy.

"Yesssss, cummmmm innnnn meeee," Cindy screamed as her climax continued.

I felt my sperm rushing up the shaft. It flew from the swollen head with great force, splashing against the walls and flying back onto my cock. I could feel her pussy filling with my hot juice. When there was no room inside her, my sperm began to seep from her tight lips, dripping onto the sheets below.

When my balls were empty, I collapsed onto my sister, gasping for breath. Cindy's chest heaved against mine as she sucked in precious air. We didn't speak as I rolled to the side, pulling her with me, leaving my slightly shrinking cock inside her. We kissed and looked into each other's eyes. No words were necessary. 

I fucked my sister three more times that night and then once in the morning. It was the most glorious night of my life and one I will never forget as long as I live. It was the night I lost my virginity... to my wonderful and loving sister.

Epilog

It has been seven years since that night. Cindy and I are still together today and very much in love. In fact, we have been talking about having babies. I've been doing research and if the risk is low enough, we will have them together. If not, we are going to use a donor. I hope the babies can be mine though. 

I know what we have done is not for everyone. Many would condemn it. However, who is to say where you find true love. There are people in this world that live their entire lives and never find what we have. We were thrown together by faith and it seems that it was meant to be. 

The End 



My Sister and I



Most often, incestual relations are disastrous, mostly due to worldwide social taboos. Another cause of incestual trauma has to do with non-consensual or forced sex. 

I am happy to say that neither of these stigmas were a part of my incestual experience with my half sister.

In 1960, I was 18 years old and still a virgin; I was reintroduced to my half-sister. She was twenty-six and beautiful! She looked like a film star. 

I was immediately mesmerized by her beauty, intellect and worldly quality. She seemed to know many famous people and had a very glamorous life style; jazz clubs, coffee houses, after hours joints.

The last time I had seen my half-sister, I was four or five. She had become estranged from the rest of the family due to a scandal which had occurred back in the 1940's. She had accused our father of incest and it triggered a lot of newspaper stories.  

Our father was a psychiatrist and an infamous womanizer. We lived in a mansion in Hollywood, which was well known for its wild parties. Most of the children in our neighborhood were forbidden to play with my brothers and me, due to our father's reputation.

MY father hired the best attorney money could buy and beat the rap, branding my poor sister as a liar and little girl, obsessed with her father. A label that would stick with her for most of her life.

I guess things had calmed down a bit between my father and sister, because in the late 1950's, he was visiting on one of his rare trips from the orient, he took the entire family, my mother, two brothers and half-sister to see "West Side Story". The play was at the Shrine Auditorium and he had arranged box seats.

As we watched the play, it was all I could do to keep my head looking straight forward and off my sister, sitting behind me. When I did occasionally look back, I could see her blue eyes, staring straight at me and a sexy smile on her face.

After the play, we all went out to dinner. My sister suggested that I stay at her place in Hollywood, seeing as I lived in the Valley and was coming in the next day to visit my girlfriend in East Hollywood. I thought that was a wonderful idea and we were both dropped of at her place after dinner.

We spent the whole night talking about everything you could imagine. I did not go to my girlfriends the next day and moved in with my sister the following week, much to my mother's dismay.

She introduced me to the worlds of wine, folk music, night clubs and coffee houses. She also introduced me to folk and blues singers, writers and some of the famous rebels of that time.

One day she took me to a place that women went to, called the House of Beauty and Massage. I remember sitting in a massage chair, watching all these beautiful women in various states of undress, parading before me. 

Occasionally one of the women would come over to me, stroke my hair or cheek and say, "Oh, isn't he cute, I could just eat him up!" I was in heaven. 

My sister and I continued to spend every waking moment together. She was in the process of moving to East Hollywood and one night when everything was packed in boxes, due the fact that the moving van was coming the next morning. 

My usual place to sleep, the hide-a-bed couch was stacked high with boxes, so my sister suggested I sleep with her in her bed. I crawled in with just my jeans on and she said, "Oh come on now, you can take your pants off, after all, we are brother and sister. 

I nervously took them off, careful to conceal my erection and laid next to her under the covers. My eyes were directly in line with her breasts and I could see them rise and fall, under her blue, see-through baby doll nightgown, as she breathed. Her nipples pressed against the thin material, causing my heart to beat faster.

I looked up to see if she had noticed me starring at her breasts and she was smiling at me. This was the moment! I took her in my arms and we held each other close in a long embrace. I could feel her tongue probing my mouth and I parted my lips and tasted it's warm, soft wetness. 

She pulled me on top of her and I quickly penetrated her and within two minutes, had my first orgasm inside a woman. It was fantastic! We held each other close and my sister said, "That was pure need!"

Feeling that she might be referring to how quickly I had cum, I told her it was my first time. She was surprised. She told me from the way I talked about sex; she had figured I was not a virgin. She was delighted that she had been the first woman in my life.

We lay in bed playing with each other when suddenly she started kissing me lower and lower. I had an idea where she was going but still found it hard to believe that a woman would be willing to do such a thing for a man. It felt wonderful!

She then explained that it was my turn to reciprocate. I nervously complied. I enjoyed it! Especially by following her careful instructions was able to make her cum.

This evening was the first of many nights in my sister's arms. How fortunate for me to have an older woman to teach me all the intricacies of sex between and man and a woman. She saved me years of fumbling around trying to figure out what to do.

Our sexual relationship lasted for several months. My other girlfriends and family became aware of the situation and were shocked and angry. I didn't care. It was fantastic! The love between a brother and a sister is beautiful but when you add a sexual relationship to the mix, it is amazing. 

I do not advocate incest. I believe, in this society, it can be quite damaging due to the social stigma and taboos it entails but I will never regret those months I spent with my sister. 

A few months after our coupling, I went into the Navy. My half sister and I have never resumed our sexual relationship but remain close throughout our lives and stay in touch on a weekly basis.



My Sister and I...



My Sister and I Get Even Closer

My sister and I have been close for years now. When we were younger we were close but then when she started going through puberty and went into high school, we grew apart. However for the last few years as I've gotten older we've become close again. 

My sister's name is Angie and she is about my height which is 5"11 and a nice 110 lbs. Some people think she is to skinny. She was accepted to a university back east and was in the middle of her first year. My parents decide to go to Southern California for a week leaving my sister and I home alone all week long for her spring break. She really did mind because she got to see some of her friends still in town and spent some time with me catching up on a few things. We talked about everything. The people we were seeing, what college was like, high school was like and other things along these lines. Nothing was off the topic for my sister because she taught me more about life than my parents did.

When I was younger my sister had taught me about the birds and the bees, using protection, what thongs were and why women wear them and other things along those lines. Most intimate part of our relationship happened when she taught me about masturbation. She told me the difference between men and women and why the masturbation was different. She even masturbated in front of me once or twice. Once for show so I knew what she was talking about and the second time by mistake and just wanted to watch. This is when our relationship became personal.

One night during this week she went to the store while I was at school and rented some movies. I came home and she told me she had something special planned for tonight. I looked in the bag and saw something for dinner, some alcohol, and a couple of movies. One movie was Boys and Girls which she wanted to see. The next movie I pulled out was Road Trip which I wanted to see. The third movie was something I didn't recognize but she needed to watch for one of her classes.

She fixed dinner and cleaned up. After doing the dishes she was in the kitchen for a long time so I decided to see what she was doing. She was standing at the counter making something. She handed me a glass which I took a sip out of. I know there was alcohol in it but she wouldn't tell me what it was. We went and sat down on the couch for a while until she got up again and was gone quite a while.

She came back and told me three things. Don't tell mom or dad about the drinks, about what I was about to see or anything else tonight. I agreed. She put in a tape and after a few seconds an image came up of a man and a woman. After a few seconds I realized it was a porno. I watched for a few minutes but had to go to the restroom. When I came back I caught my sister in a interesting situation.

When I looked at her she had her jeans off and her hand down the front of her beautiful silk panties. I made a sound which scared her for a second but just told me to come over to her. I did what I was told of course. When I got next to her she grabbed my hand and led it all the way down to her crotch. She told me to put my fingers in and get her off. I did what she told me and after a few seconds she came right on my hand. I took my hand out smelling it and tasting it. Nothing really offensive. After this she told me to sit on the couch as she took her panties off. I sat down and she knelt right in front of me. My sister slowly started to rub my cock through my pants. 

The pressure and heat was getting to much so I took off my pants and boxers. She looked at my dick for a while and gently stroked it. I closed my eyes after a while because it felt do good. Then a few seconds later I felt a warm and wet sensation on my dick. I opened my eyes and there was my older sister slowly sucking my dick. This image made my cum right into her mouth which she accepted with all her might. After I came she took my hand and led my to her bedroom. She took off her top and laid on the bed. She told me do anything you want to me. She didn't have to tell me twice.

I knelt down on the floor in front of her glistening pussy. I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked her pussy which made her jump. Seeing this reaction I went right at her pussy licking and biting like no tomorrow. She guided me to her clit and told me what to do. A few seconds after I found her clit she came the hardest she ever did. I slowly got up and wiped her juices off my face. 

I slowly laid down beside her and played with her tits. The weren't big but to me they were beautiful. After sucking and tugging on her nipples I made you come again. My dick was hard by this time. I told her here I come and slowly inserted my dick. She warned me about what will happen my I wasn't listening. About a minute after I inserted my dick I came. I didn't know what to do. She just told me I would take longer to cum the more times I had sex so I should start.

I turned her over onto her front and decided to try something I never thought of. I slowly lubed up her ass getting it ready for me. When my dick and her ass were ready I slowly inserted my dick into her ass. It was the tightest feeling I ever had. I slowly started to fuck her ass though and before I knew it we were both cumming at the same time. We both just laid there for a while naked on my sister's bed. About 20 minutes later I tried to fuck my sister again but only lasting a little while longer this time.

We kept this up all night as I kept taking longer and longer to cum in her time after time. I ate her out a few more times and she also gave me a few more blowjobs. Finally about 6 in the morning we decided to go to sleep and think about what we did that night and morning.

We never told a sole about what we did but my sister and I became closer after this. She even invited me back east to her college for anytime I wanted. 

Every time she visited after that we never talked about it or tried it again. The following year I decided to go to her college for my spring break which she was glad about. I had some plans for her and hopefully she wouldn't say no.

To Be Continued...



My Sister and I



MY SISTER AND I.


Have you ever gazed lustfully at someone you shouldn’t?   I bet you have.   And, have you ever said or done something on impulse that has forever altered your life?   I bet the answer to that is yes too.   I did both, and this is the result.

I’m Shaun, I’m eighteen, dark haired, fit, though I say it myself, and a bit of a biker.   Actually I’m classic motorbike mad, riding around on an old 650cc Triumph Tiger 110.    Never heard of it?   Then, man, you’ve never lived.   It’s a British vertical twin from the early sixties, and it’s pure highway music when you open her up.   It’s not very fast by today’s standards, and its road holding is shit - hence this story - but it still turns heads and I wouldn’t swap it for the world.  

The trouble is that narrow tyres and wet leaves are not a good combination, and they earned me a broken right wrist when the old bird slid from under me.   Fortunately I’m left handed, but it did mean that I couldn’t either twist the throttle or lean on my clip-ons, and my Friday nights out with fellow classic bikers came to a sudden, albeit temporary, end.   It also meant that I was at home when I would normally have been out.

Friday evening is always a strange evening at our house.   Dad invariably spends the entire evening in his workshop doing god knows what, and Mum is always out at her amateur dramatics rehearsals (rumour has it that they’ll actually get to perform a play this Christmas), while my dearly beloved older sister, Tasmin, usually cooks the tea.   She says she doesn’t mind because it gives her the chance to experiment in Mum’s sacred kitchen, but I’ve always believed that she also uses the opportunity to bring a boyfriend around for the evening, because she regularly has a dreamy and satisfied smile on her face when I come home.

Tasmin is two years older than me but has the same dark good looks and, in her case, a figure to die for.   She’s tall, nearly as tall as our father, and slim, but has curves just where you want curves to be, and she’s never short of male attention.   In fact I almost feel jealous of her achievements with the opposite sex.   But then, I suppose that if I spent less time covered in oil and going on about gear ratios and high compression pistons, maybe I’d have similar success.

Anyway, on this particular Friday evening I was sitting, supposedly watching the television but really half listening to Dad banging about outside and wondering what the hell he was doing, and half watching the grouchy look on my sister’s face and thinking that the look confirmed my suspicions, that my presence was cramping her style.

As I watched her as she unconsciously folded her sulky arms and crossed her legs under a rather short, pleated, grey skirt, flashing a length of smooth white thigh topped by bright red panties in the process.   Now, I’ve seen my sister in her undies, in a bikini, and even in the nude, though not recently, and I’d never thought about her as a sexual object until that moment.   For some reason that quick flash got to me and I could feel my trouser snake perk up at the possibilities.   

I also felt my face go red with embarrassment at thinking, even fleetingly, such forbidden thoughts.   Maybe I was feeling sexually deprived, but I also felt instantly jealous of the person she had expected to be fucking that evening.   Mentally I started beating myself up for thinking the unthinkable, but even that didn’t stop my cock from yawning and stretching and getting ready for work, and I kept my eyes peeled for any more displays of sibling flesh.

I didn’t have long to wait for soon she was fidgeting in her chair again, uncrossing her legs and slumping down without thinking, letting her little grey skirt ride up in the process so that the crotch of her panties became clearly visible.   I stared at her nylon clad mound out of the corner of my eye, staring and wishing, – and denying to myself that I would ever dream of doing anything about it.   My god, but she did look sexy, even the petulant pout on her mouth seemed to be calling me.

“What are you staring at?”

Her voice cut across my illicit reverie, making me dart guilty eyes up to her face.

“Me?   Nothing really”   I cleared my throat as a delaying tactic while I tried to come up with an acceptable answer.   “Actually I was just wondering why you look so pissed off?”   

“Because you being here has messed up my arrangements, that’s why.”

So I was right, and her remark gave me both the opening and the high moral ground.

“Got a shag lined up, had we?”   I smiled gleefully.   “Somebody lined up to visit, with everybody else out of the way?”

At first her eyes widened in alarm at my insight, but then she gave me a knowing look and a little grin.

“Now why would you think that?”   She countered.


“Because you’ve shaved your legs - and because you look totally frustrated.”    I don’t know why I said that last bit; it just sort of slipped out.

“Clever boy.”   She rolled her eyes to the ceiling.   

Silence reigned for about half a minute or so.

“All right, yes, you have got in the way of my sex life, and yes, I am pissed off, and yes I’m feeling frustrated.   So now go in another room and gloat where I don’t have to see your smug face.”

“Hey, now don’t start on me; I didn’t break my arm on purpose.”   I waved my cast at her to remind her why I was home.   I grinned.   “In any case, I can make a good guess at what you would be doing if nobody else was in the room.”

“What would I be doing?”   For a moment the penny didn’t drop and she sat looking puzzled.   There was a couple of seconds gap.   “Oh!   You dirty minded sod!”   

A cushion came winging in my direction, her breasts bouncing under her white jumper from the effort.   I ducked it with a chuckle.

“Well?   Wouldn’t you?”

“If I wanted to do that I’d go to my room, out of the way.”

Here was where I spoke that life changing sentence.

“Well, let me know if you do and I’ll give you a hand.”

“What!   You’ll do what?”   She stared at me blank faced and open mouthed, but more in surprise than anger.

I suppose I could have relied on the old standby and sworn blind I was only joking, but for some reason best known to myself – and I’ve no idea what – I didn’t back off.

“I said that if you fancy giving yourself some finger fun, let me know and I’ll give you a hand.”

She sat looking at me in total disbelief, her mouth opening and closing as she tried and failed to come up with a reply.   Eventually she swallowed and spoke.

“I don’t think you would.”   She told me quietly.   “I don’t think you’d have the nerve.”

I smiled.   “Appearances can be deceptive you know.”

“I don’t think so.”   She replied slowly.   “If I was busy playing ‘squelch’ and you came in, then I reckon you’d go red and run a mile. 

“Try me.”   I challenged her, my mouth suddenly going dry at the risk I was taking.”

There was another of those famous pregnant pauses before she answered.

“You know.”   She began, as if speaking to nobody in particular.   “I think I’m going to my room for a lie down.   I won’t bother locking my door because I don’t think anyone will bother me, do you?   Especially not someone with a plaster cast on their right hand.”

It was both a very obvious challenge and an easily deniable invitation.

“They might.”   I told her, smiling.   “Especially if they’re left-handed.”

For a moment that took her aback.   She had completely forgotten.   She hesitated and then inclined her head in mock defeat.

“I still don’t think you would.”   She told me, uncoiling her long legs and pushing herself from the chair.

“We’ll see.”   I told her, my breathing beginning to betray me.

“Won’t we just.”   She shot back over her shoulder as she disappeared through the door.

When she had gone the reality of the conversation hit me and I sat there dry mouthed and actually shaking, frightened of doing anything, but even more scared of not doing.   I knew my sister, if I failed her challenge she would tease me mercilessly, no doubt putting it about that I’d been too chicken to take on a dare, but without mentioning her part.   But if I did go to her and I’d made a mistake, and the offer wasn’t actually on the table, what then?   What if our Dad came in from his workshop at just the wrong moment, what then?

The door from the living room was still open, and when I heard her flop down on her bed with a sigh I knew that she’d deliberately left her bedroom door open too.   What was I to do?   Was this for real or was it a set up?   I had to do something.

I can honestly say that as I crept through the living room door to stand listening at the end of the hall, my legs were trembling and my breathing was rapid and shallow.   I was so turned on, and so scared.   I mean, this wasn’t just any girl that I was thinking about, a girl that I could laugh off if I’d made a mistake, this was my sister, my own flesh and blood and a surefire exit from the family home if I’d got things wrong.   Even so, the sheer thought of such forbidden fruit had my cock pushing at my fly, desperate for freedom.

I stood there trying to control my breathing, to hold my excited breath and listen for the slightest noise from her room.   Just the merest sigh or groan, that’s all I needed, or even a tiny rhythmical movement of the mattress and I’d know that she wasn’t just laying in wait for me, fully dressed and grinning wolfishly to herself at my teenage gullibility.    But there was only silence and I still didn’t know.   The only noise was the reassuring whine of a power tool from the workshop, telling me that Dad, at least, was doing what was expected of him.

I made my way slowly, carefully, anxiously, towards her door, my eyes wide with foreboding, my tongue licking at dry lips and my trembling hand sliding quietly along the wall.

Her door was halfway open, and as I carefully approached I could see the bottom part of her bed.   For a moment the visible part of her bed appeared empty and I thought that she wasn’t there, the notion flooding me with mixed relief and disappointment, but as I got closer I could just see the foot and ankle of a drawn back leg, a leg that was betraying the small rhythmical movements of masturbation.   A picture of her naked and playing with herself fixed itself into my mind and my cock twitched again.   I stood at her open door, watching that leg and trying to pluck up the courage for that ‘this is it’ moment when I walked into her room.

How long I stood there imagining the erotic scene I’m not sure.   It wasn’t long but it seemed like ages, all the time watching that ankle flexing and knowing that if I left it too long then she would have finished and my chance would be gone.   In the end I chickened and decided on a different strategy, one that left me and ‘out’ if things went wrong, or so I believed.   Instead of walking boldly into her bedroom I put my hand out, waving it past the edge of the door so that she couldn’t help but see it and know that I was there.

“Here’s the hand I promised you, if you still want it?”    

That way I believed I was putting the onus on Tasmin.   She would have to reply without my having committed myself too fully to withdraw.   But that wasn’t quite how it worked out.

“Stop messing about and get your arse in here.”

With that the foot suddenly disappeared and a hand snaked out to wrap itself around my wrist and haul me, surprised and off balance, into her room.

“If you’re going to creep up on someone, don’t slide along the wall, I heard you coming all the way.”

She was sprawled on the bed, half propped against the headboard, but not naked as I had supposed.   In fact she was still fully dressed with her free hand lying innocently by her side, and looking smugly pleased with herself.   I felt confused, wondering if she’d been pretending to masturbate just to make me look stupid.

“Now, you didn’t think I’d be lying here just waiting for you, did you?”   She asked, one eyebrow raised.   “I’m your sister, remember, and you know that brother and sister aren’t supposed to do things like that.”

“You made it pretty clear that you wanted me to.”   I reminded her.

“No, actually.”   Her face took on a hard look.   “If you remember, I made it clear that I was going to my bedroom and I didn’t expect to be disturbed.”

I thought about it for a moment and then realised that her remarks could actually have been taken either way, and I was so bewildered that I was no longer sure which she had meant.

“Did you really think I was going to strip off and let you catch me with my hand between my legs, much less get you to help me do it?”

I was completely unable to answer her, I just stood there, eyes staring at the floor.

“Now go away little boy, come back when you’re a man.”

She spoke dismissively, as if both the episode and me were of little consequence, but then she looked up as if a thought had just occurred to her.

“You really would have done it, wouldn’t you?”   She continued.   “You really wanted me to let you touch me, didn’t you?   I suppose you would have wanted to fuck me as well wouldn’t you?”   Her voice was getting louder and nastier all the time.   “You are a nasty little pervert, that’s what you are.   Fancy expecting your sister to open her legs for you.   Get out of my room, you slime.”   She pointed belligerently at the still open door.   “Go on, fuck off.”

I felt myself go white and I turned without a word.   How could I have misjudged things so badly?

“Now get out and fucking well stay out, and think yourself lucky that I’m not going to tell our folks that you tried it on with me.”

She was shouting now, and I was worried that our father might hear us, so I almost ran from her room, pulling the door shut behind me.

The next day or two were a bit tense as I half expected my folks to start into me for my supposed misdeeds, but they didn’t and I finally began to relax.   It seems that Tasmin had, at least, saved me that embarrassment.   Even so, she didn’t leave it alone altogether and kept rubbing my nose in it with snide comments and suggestive looks.   Her last remark came when I eventually had my cast taken off, the event giving her the chance to ask, in front of our parents, if I intended exercising my fingers now they were free.   They didn’t understand what was to them an odd remark, and I just kept my head down and ignored her.

At least now I was able to get back on my bike and enjoy a ride out.   It was good to get away from the place, leaving Tasmin free to pursue her clandestine sex life in peace.

It had already occurred to me to wonder why she didn’t openly have a boyfriend, after all, she was easily old enough and our parents weren’t prudes, and then one Friday evening I got to wondering why, and who this secret boyfriend might be.   I decided to go back unexpectedly early and surprise them.

Our house is a bungalow, and rather a large sprawling one, set back from the roads and in its own grounds.   There are quite a few bushes and small trees by the roadside and so it’s not possible to see the actual building until you’re part way up the drive.   

Dad had already retired to his workshop before I left, so I returned about an hour or so later, figuring that was long enough for things to have begun if they were going to.   Even so I hesitated at the gate, trying to convince myself that I should or shouldn’t do what I intended.   Eventually I parked the bike behind the shrubbery and set of up the drive, automatically walking as silently as I could even though it was my own home, pausing when I reached the bend that would give me first sight of the house.

I was immediately struck by how quiet and dark it all was.   It seemed as if no one was home, with only the porch light and the one glowing faintly from the hall showing that there was even a building there.   I stood watching and wondering for a minute or so, trying to figure out if that’s how it should look normally or if it was unnaturally quiet.   Perhaps it was simply that everyone had gone out, but somehow I didn’t think so.   I wasn’t sure what, but something was bothering me.   I stepped to the side and walked on the grass instead of the drive, still instinctively trying to keep my approach silent.   

I got close to the house, keeping well to the side, hearing and seeing nothing; even my father’s workshop was now silent and dark.   Now I had to make a choice, and I’d not thought it through.   Should I enter boldly through the front door and see who I could flush out, with all its potential for embarrassment?   Or should I creep around the outside and listen at my sister’s window to see if I could figure out who she was with that way?   I chose the latter.

Tasmin had always been very careful about drawing her curtains ever since we moved into the bungalow and had bedrooms on the ground floor, so I hadn’t expected there to be any gaps.   But this time there was.   Not much of a gap, just a small triangle of light where the curtains hadn’t quite come together at the bottom, but it was a gap nonetheless.   I hurried forward, breathing excitedly at this unexpected but welcome development.

The view I got was tiny and incomplete, but it was enough.   By standing and looking through the gap diagonally I was able to see that there were two apparently naked people on the bed, a girl, presumably Tasmin, who was lying on her back with her legs apart, and a man lying between them.   I was just able to see the top of her legs and her pussy, or at least, I could when the man pulled back in readiness for the next stroke.   Then I could see his cock penetrating her, pushing in and out like a piston, withdrawing into view and then disappearing into her hole and behind his body as he plunged forward.   God, it was quite a turn on to watch my sister being fucked by this mysterious boyfriend.

I must admit that this was the first time I’d ever watched anyone being fucked, or doing the fucking for that matter, and I stood there absolutely fascinated, my own cock growing by the second.   He, whoever ‘he’ was, didn’t seem to be in any particular hurry, he just kept up the same slow relentless rhythm even though I could hear Tasmin’s pre-orgasmic shouts through the double glazing.   She was bucking under him as if to hurry him along, but he just kept going, in and out, in and out, until her orgasm was over and she lay passively beneath him. 

By now my hand had automatically unzipped my flies and I had started wanking, steadily, in time to his movements.   You can have no idea how randy it was making me feel seeing my own sister getting fucked, and how much my heart was pounding as I watched and furtively played with myself.   I think part of the thrill was the very fact that they had no idea I was there, no idea that someone was spying on them.

I don’t know what made me do it, but as I watched and wanked I felt for my ‘phone with my free hand and took a couple of quick photos, poor shots though they were through such a tiny gap and with such low light levels.   I think at the time I had some idea of using them for wanking fodder later on, but in the end I found a better use for them.

Her partner slowly began to speed up, and so did I, my hand keeping pace with his thrusts.   She was beginning to react again, turned on again by the relentless fucking she was receiving, her hips moving up to meet his and letting their bodies slam together.   It was a wonderful sight, especially as they got quicker and quicker, driven on by developing orgasms.   I was just beginning to feel that I could cum to, and I wondered for the moment if we might all cum together, but it was not to be, they were both well ahead of me in that department.

The first to cum was Tasmin’s anonymous lover, ramming himself into her with a roar that was audible out here in the garden, and then grinding himself deeper within her pussy as he let fly his load.   That did it for Tasmin and she came for the second time, uttering the same unintelligible shouts of pleasure that mixed with his in pure delight.   I could see that her legs looked to be locked around his back to hold him into her, her thighs flexing and moving in unison with his pounding cock.   I was getting closer myself, feeling that beautiful pressure building inside my balls as I watched them slow and eventually collapse together as their orgasms past.




My Sister and I



By now I was leaning with one hand against the wall and wanking frantically with the other, expecting to shoot my load up against the wall but at the same time guiltily half wishing that I was shooting into Tasmin instead of her lover.

I was nearly there, so close that my leg muscles were beginning to quiver as I stood slack mouthed and trembling, overwhelmed by the sensation of my spunk building up to it’s eruption and teetering on the very edge of a climax, when Tasmin’s lover moved, climbing from her and letting me see his face for the first time.

It was my Dad, my father, her father, and our own flesh and blood who had been fucking his daughter in her bedroom that night – and no doubt the other nights as well.   No wonder she smiled when I asked her about her boyfriend.    It was too late to prevent myself from cumming, but my hand froze with the shock and I stood there with my spunk spurting and dribbling from my cock under its own pressure, splashing against the wall and running down my fingers.   I was open-mouthed with disbelief and as my climax quickly faded and that usual leg trembling lethargy stole over me, I just sank down slumped against the wall, appalled with what I had seen and angry with myself for having masturbated over it.   The stupid thing is that I felt betrayed; she had turned me down, even as a masturbation aid, and then fucked our father.   That hurt.

But at least now I knew who her lover was, and now I had to decide what to do with that knowledge.   Should I tell them that I knew?   Should I tell my mother?   Or should I just keep quiet and hope to spy on them again.   I was instantly disgusted with myself for thinking such a thought, but I had to acknowledge its attraction.   I had also to acknowledge the jealousy that I felt for my father, because, like it or not, I would very much have liked to be the one fucking my sister.   I sat there, my back against the wall, for quite a long time, until I heard my father coming out of the house and returning to his workshop, no doubt intending for everything to look normal for when his wife, my mother, returned from her rehearsal.   Poor deceived woman that she was.   

I sat there for a while longer, my flaccid cock still hanging disconsolately out of my fly, trying to get my head around what I’d seen and trying to figure out just what to do.   Then, abruptly, I made my decision, I would tell our mother what was happening and to hell with the consequences.   I rose quietly, tucked myself away, and then silently made my way back towards the gate and my bike, full of a mix of vengeance and good intentions.

But the day had not yet finished with me, it had one more surprise in store as I got round the bend in the drive.    There, just inside the gate and out of sight of the house, and about opposite the bushes that I had hidden my bike behind, there was parked a car.   It was a car I recognised as belonging to Bill Prior, the director of whatever play it was my mother had a part in, someone who had often dropped her back home after rehearsals but who, as far as I knew, had never had reason to park just inside out grounds.   Now, I’d been out in the dark for some considerable time, and my night vision was pretty well attuned, and so I could see that there were two figures in the front seat, my mother and Bill.   

I remember thinking to myself that at least it wasn’t the back seat, but as I crept noiselessly towards them I could see that this made little difference.   I don’t mean they were shagging or anything, but nor were they chatting innocently.   They were obviously embracing and kissing passionately and, as I got closer, it was clear that my mother’s top and bra were pushed up and his hand was cupped around her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.   Strangely, the thing that bothered me most was the fact that she had her hand placed over his in mute encouragement.   What the fuck was wrong with my family?   Why was I the only one not engaged in any kind of illicit hanky-panky?

I slipped between the bushes and stood watching, feeling my cock responding automatically to the sight of two people petting and kissing in a car, even though part of me felt the same revulsion as when I’d spied on my sister such a short time previously   At least it was fair, I supposed, because now both female family members had given me a hard on, but this time I did manage to restrain myself from wanking over the sight.

Just as with Tasmin, I’d never really thought of my mother as a sexual being, even though my very existence proved that she was, and to see her sitting in the darkness of the parked car apparently enjoying the attentions of a man other than my father was very strange.   In a way I was glad because of what I knew my father was doing with my sister, but it still seemed wrong, almost as wrong as what I’d witnessed earlier.   I didn’t know what to do, and so I did nothing and just watched the pair kiss and cuddle in the darkness.    

I will say one thing.   When Bill pushed her clothes even higher out of the way, I could see that she had surprisingly high breasts for a forty-something lady, with long dark nipples and a lovely bounce.   It was weird, but I actually felt proud that she was my sexy mother.  

He leaned over to take her nipple into his mouth and his hand moved downwards out of sight.   I couldn’t see, but I had a good idea what he was doing.   My mother closed her eyes and leaned her head back, obviously enjoying his mouth sucking at her breast and his hand playing with her pussy.   

I just watched from the safety of the shrubbery, fully engrossed but this time with no urge to masturbate.   Nor did I think of taking any more photos, not that the available light would have let me.   In the car Bill was sucking heavily on my mother’s nipple, pulling on it and worrying it like a dog with a toy, his hand out of sight but his shoulder moving rhythmically to show how he was fingering her.   She, in turn, lay back with a grimace of pleasure on her face, her eyes screwed shut and her teeth clamped over her bottom lip.   Then, abruptly, she began to roll her head from side to side and her hand snaked up to rest on the back of Bill’s head, pushing his mouth harder onto her breast.   I could hear the muted sounds of her orgasm even where I stood, stronger and wilder than when I heard her with my father.   Bizarrely, I was pleased that she enjoyed her illicit lover more than her incestuous husband.   Serve him right.

After they had finished and Bill had driven my mother up to the door as if delivering her home in the normal way, I stood silently thinking.   What was going through my mind was simply, ‘what do I do now?’    There was little point in snitching on Tasmin and our father, because our mother was just as guilty.   The only thing I could think of at the time was to keep quiet and spy on all of them as often as I could and at least get some pleasure.   At least that was my intention until Tasmin opened her mouth a couple of days later.

She’d been making spiteful remarks ever since that night when I’d been duped into going to her bedroom, but I’d tried to ignore them, not knowing about her own secret.   This time we were on our own in the house again, our parents having gone to see a show, when she asked me if I’d like to watch her masturbate again.

“I’m going to my room.”   She told me.   “I bet you’d love to know what I’m going to do, wouldn’t you?   You’d be a little boy learning from his big sister, wouldn’t you?”

I’d had enough, and an idea for payback sprang into my mind.

“You mean you’d really let me watch you?”   I asked innocently.

“Yes, I promise.”   She smiled seductively, thinking that I was walking into another trap.   “You can watch everything I’m going to do.”

“Go on then.”   I grinned inside.

She led the way to her bedroom, taking my hand as we entered and closing the door behind us.

“You sit there.”   She pointed to the bed.   “And I’ll get the ironing board out.”

I feigned surprise.   “You’re not doing your ironing, are you?”

“Oh yes, what did you think I was going to do?”   She grinned in triumph.

“Well…”   I let my voice trail off.

“You didn’t think I was going to play with myself, did you?”

She was almost beside herself with malicious glee.   It was time to spring a surprise of my own.

“There’s something I think you ought to see.”   I told her, taking my ‘phone out.

Her face clouded with doubt at this unexpected turn.

“You see.”   I told her, savouring the moment.   “Last Friday I saw something interesting.”    I selected the first photo and held it out to her.   Her hand flew to her mouth and she sat down beside me on the bed with a thump as she saw the picture and realisation struck.

“This is just the first shot out of a series.”   I exaggerated a little there, after all the series was only two, but she didn’t know that.   “How do you think Mum would react if she saw who her little girl was shagging?”

“Oh fuck.”   Those two whispered words told me that at last I had the upper hand, and I was now determined to play it to the full.

“Now, you did imply that you were going to let me see you play with yourself, didn’t you.”   

She looked at me dumbly.   

“Or would you like me to get so bored that I showed this phone to our dear mother?”

The implications were plain.

“Don’t force me.”   She pleaded.   “Dad made me do it with him.”

I just smiled.   “And made you enjoy it too?   Do you think Mum would see it that way?   Don’t worry, it’s only just once, I won’t ask again.”

Her shoulders slumped and she sighed her defeat.   “When?”   

“Now’s as good a time as any.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Whatever you usually do to make yourself cum, so long as it’s without any clothes on.”   I stood up and sat on her dressing stool to give her room.   “But don’t fake it, ‘cos I’ll know.”

The look she gave me was a cross between hatred and embarrassment, but then she turned her back and began slowly to undress.

“How am I supposed to make myself climax with you watching?”   She asked suddenly over her shoulder as she unclipped her bra.

“Well.”   I told her.   “I suppose it might take a bit longer, but I’m sure you’ll make it.   Just close your eyes and pretend it’s somebody else – like Dad, for instance.”

“Bastard.”

She lifted one foot after the other to slip her panties off, showing me her firm and well shaped backside, and then stood facing away from me as if gathering her nerve.

“Don’t make me.”   She begged me in a little girl’s voice.

“Why not?   You pretended to offer it before, remember?”

She sat slowly on the bed and then, with a quick glance at me, she swivelled around to lie full length, her legs together and her hands cupped over her pubes.   I just stood and waited.   For the moment it was nice enough to gaze at her lovely ripe breasts with their long dark nipples.   Eventually she decided that she couldn’t stay like that forever, and so she parted her legs just enough to slide one hand between them to cover her pussy.

“Carry on.”   I prompted her, eager now to see her doing it, my cock swelling and thickening in anticipation.   

Her middle finger began uncertainly to massage her clit, but after a moment or two she stopped again.

“I can’t Shaun, don’t make me.”

“I bet you can really.”   I told her.

I moved around a little until I was opposite the bottom of the bed, and then leaned my behind on a chest of drawers and looked up between her legs, clearly waiting for her to continue.

“Fuck you!”   

“Actually.”   I pointed out.   “I’m the wrong generation.   But I might be persuaded.”

I didn’t really mean that, but it added to my sense of control.

“You shit-headed pervert.”   She spat the words out, but at the same time she began once more to rub her fingertips over her clit.

Even though her knees were by no means wide apart I still had a pretty good view, and it was obvious that she was not at all turned on.   Her pussy was no more than a closed slit with her fingertip pushing between the edges, but that didn’t bother me at all.   In fact, if anything the fact that I was making her do something so intimate against her will gave me a certain strange of satisfaction.   It was about time I got one over on her.

“What’s it like, shagging your father?   Is he good, or do you just like to keep it in the family?”   I taunted her.

“He’s better than you’d be.”   She shot back.

“Do you want to check that out?”   I asked with a smile.   Once again I had no intention of following through, but I enjoyed winding her up.

“You fucking wanker.”

“Actually, I’m not – but you are.   And while we’re on the subject, how about spreading those legs a little?   Then you can do more and I can see more.”

She shot me a venomous look, but she did open her legs wide enough for me to see all she’d got, and for her to begin rubbing herself rapidly from side to side.   It was a turn on to see her labia, covered in black curly hair, parting slightly as she moved, giving me a glimpse of her pussy folds.   I was now sporting a raging hard-on, and my hand went to it automatically, stroking it through my jeans.

For several minutes she stared straight into my eyes as she played, as if trying to face me down, and for those same minutes I looked back at her with an amused smirk deliberately plastered across my face, dividing my gaze between her face and her pussy.   It was a kind of stalemate, Tasmin touching herself and staring at me while I rubbed my cock through my jeans and stared straight back.

Then there was subtle but definite change.   Tasmin’s free hand moved up to her breast, mauling the soft fullness and squeezing her nipple into a peak.   At the same time her thighs drifted wider and her labia began to take on the puffy look of arousal.   It looked as if Tasmin was beginning to get turned on.

“Well?”   I repeated my question.   “Is he good?”

“Yes.”   This time she didn’t hesitate or try to deny it.   “Yes, he is.”

“So how long have you two been at it?”

“For about the last nine months.”   

Her arousal was now becoming obvious.   She was gripping her breast firmer, pulling it out and then pressing it down against her chest as she massaged it.   At the same time she had now trapped her clit between two fingers and was rubbing it with much more intent.

“You bastard, you’re getting me going.”   She spoke quietly but fiercely, as if hating every syllable.

She was doing much the same for me; my cock was rock hard and very uncomfortable confined in my jeans.   I needed a wank as much as she did.

“Then let’s make it a joint effort.”   I kicked off my loafers and unzipped my jeans, hearing Tasmin’s breath come out in a hiss as she realised what I was doing.

 “No touching!”   She warned me as I stepped out of my boxers and pulled my tee-shirt over my head.

“No touching each other.”   I agreed, leaning back on the chest once more and feeling the smooth wood against my naked bottom.

She raised her legs, surrendering to her urges and letting me see how wet her pussy was becoming.   I smiled and then wrapped my hand around my shaft and began a slow wank, my eyes still pinned to Tasmin’s pussy and the two fingers now delving into her slit.   She looked at me, her gaze giving me a buzz by fastening hungrily onto my cock.   We watched each other wank in silence, our moving hands making the only noises, until we could each see that the other was getting close to cumming.

“I’m going to shoot my load all over you.”   I told her, seeing her eyes close as she savoured the prospect.

“Yes please, do it, especially on my face.”

That was an exciting invitation that I hadn’t expected, but I walked around the bed to stand beside the bed, my cock pointing at her face with my hand still running up and down my shaft and bringing me closer to satisfying her demand.   My balls were tightening and the pressure was building, and I knew I was almost there.   I put a knee on the bed and rested my free hand against the wall, leaning over to point my cock directly into her face.

“You’re going to get the lot.”   I growled at her, my teeth clenched as my climax became inevitable.

“Go on then, spunk in my face.”   Her voice was tight with her arousal.

She turned her face to me and opened her mouth, waiting for me to cum, her fingers pumping in and out of her madly as she got closer and closer herself.   The sight of my sister lying and masturbating, with her eyes closed, her mouth open and her tongue thrust out to taste my cum was enough for me.   I groaned as I felt my cum race along my shaft, spurting from the end to splatter across her nose and cheeks before my second spurt found it’s target and flooded over her tongue and into her mouth.   She moaned deep in her throat as a third spurt, not quite as big, landed on top of the second, and then her hips bucked as she too reached her climax. 

It was a wonderful sight, Tasmin, with her face covered in globs and strings of spunk and her bottom raised from the bed in response to her own fingers rammed deep inside her, was moaning in ecstasy as she licked and swallowed the cream that had landed on her tongue and in her mouth.   It is not one I’m likely ever to forget, whatever life has in store for me in the future.

All too soon my climax was over and, with wobbly, trembling legs, I sat down with a thump on the bed beside my sister, my chest heaving and mouth dry, watching her still in the throes of orgasm.   Her two fingers were thrust as deep into her pussy as they would go, but instead of thrusting in and out she was holding them there and twitching her hips against them with her bottom raised high off the bed.   It seemed to me that she enjoyed being seen like that, for she had turned herself slightly towards me so that I could get a clearer view.   So much for the ‘don’t make me’ from earlier.   Tasmin was getting pleasure from this as much as I was, and that was confirmed as far as I was concerned when her orgasm finally ended and she collapsed back onto the bed smiling up at me.

“Fuck, but you’re a bastard for making me do that.”   She panted.

“Making you?”   I queried, noticing that her fingers were still probing her pussy.   “Is this the same ‘making you’ as when dad ‘made you’ fuck him?”

This time her grin was a little more rueful and she covered her embarrassment by reaching out for the tissues from the bedside table to wipe my cum from her face.   

“My god!”    She exclaimed as she blotted up my spunk.   “That was a heavy fucking load, wasn’t it?”

I hadn’t thought of it like that, but maybe it was.

“Well, I do like to give my women a cunt full.”

I know it was a bit over the top, but Tasmin giggled at my remark as she tossed her used tissues onto the floor beside the bed. 

“Perhaps you do, but you don’t need to worry about mine.   That’s already as soggy wet as it could get.”   

She was still twisted a bit to the side and I could see her shiny fingers plunging softly in and out of her very slippery hole as confirmation of her words.   I wondered briefly quite how she had intended that remark to be taken, but dismissed the incestuous thought that came with it.   To fuck Tasmin would be to lose my high moral ground.

“My god.   “I’m still feeling so fucking horny.”   She announced, adding the question.   “Why are you making me feel so horny?”

“I dunno.”   I shrugged.   “Maybe you just like being ‘made’ to do or feel things.”

I hindsight there was probably more truth in that than I realised.

“I can go again, if you want me to?”   

She was still gently fingering herself, and who was I to stop her?

“Yeah, I’d like that.”   

It would also give me the chance to get my breath back.   

I propped myself on one arm and gazed down at her, watching her fingers busy in her hole and a series of expressions flit across her face.   It was clear that she was still very randy, her breathing betrayed as much, and the way she closed her eyes and bit her lip, opening them again to smile faintly up at me before pursing her lips to blow a sigh of enjoyment.   Then, as her breathing became quicker and shallower, she bent her leg back and reached around to finger herself from under her leg.   I wondered why for a moment, but she’d simply made room to use her other hand to play with her clit and I understood.   She wanted to play with both her clit and her cunt, and again, who was I to argue?




My Sister and I



“So you like me to watch you after all?”

She didn’t speak; she just nodded almost imperceptibly and smiled, a rueful little smile as if she didn’t like admitting it.   I stared openly at her pussy where both her hands were going at it ten to the dozen.   Going like that it wouldn’t be long before she came again, or so I thought.   

She got close, so very close, her fingers flying over her clit were bringing her to the brink, but for some reason she couldn’t quite get there.   She had to abandon the idea of fingering herself at the same time, her jerking, twitching hips soon made that impossible, so she grabbed her breast with that hand and mauled it vigorously, pulling on her nipple and squeezing the soft flesh behind it so that her fingers sank into it.   She gasped several times as if she were finally there, but it always seemed a false alarm.

“God, I’m so fucking close!”   She grunted, explaining what I could already see.

“It looks good.”   I told her, gazing at the trickle of pussy juice exuding from her passage.   “You’ll make it.”

She kept at it, her fingers flying over her clit, pushing the flaps of her labia out of shape, and then there came a time when the movements became more erratic, uncoordinated, and I took that as a sign that she was there, or nearly so.

“Fuck!”   She gasped.   “My fingers have cramp.   I’ve got to stop.”

“Use your other hand.”   I suggested, understanding at last.

“Don’t be fucking stupid, I’m not ambidextrous.”

Her movements were now sporadic and spasmodic, as if she no longer hand control of her fingers.

Suddenly a memory returned, and an evil grin spread through my mind.

“I offered to give you a hand once, but you turned me down.   Shall I offer again?”

She looked at me in surprise, and then, after a moment’s hesitation, removed her hand, leaving her sodden and swollen pussy exposed and defenceless.   Again she didn’t speak, but her nod this time was much more urgent and definite.

“You’ll have to ask nicely.”   I told her.   “My hand is still upset at being turned down last time.”

The look of venom returned momentarily, but she just about did as I asked.

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please will you use your hand to help me out?”

“Help you out with what?”   I couldn’t resist rubbing it in.

“Will you please play with my clit and help me to cum?”   

That was what I wanted to hear.   ‘Revenge is sweet’ is one very true adage.   I shifted my weight so that I could free the hand I rested on and reached down, running my fingertips through her thick bush until I could reach over her pubic mound to her clit.   It did feel good.   Her clit was quite large and very, very hard.   Like an erect cock in miniature really, although you must appreciate that I’m not into erect cocks - other than my own, of course.

It was the strangest feeling to be playing with my sister’s clit.   I’d played with girls before, obviously, but none of them gave me quite the thrill that I got from touching Tasmin.   It was probably the forbidden fruit syndrome, I guess, but to lie beside her with my hand between her legs and feeling her squirming from my attentions was on hell of a buzz.   

She’d stopped touching herself, except for the hand that was kneading her breast, and she just kind of lay there and let me, her pelvis rotating a little and her bottom just lifting clear of the bed from time to time.   She was very wet, very aroused, and I was surprised that she was so slow to cum.   To be honest, I wasn’t that bothered about bringing her off, I was just enjoying what I was doing.   I mean, as soon as she came I’d have done my bit, and so I was making the most of my opportunity.

“That feels good.   Please don’t stop.”

I had no wish to stop, but I wasn’t going to let that get in the way of a tease.

“You’ll have to be nice to me, if you want me to keep going.”

I think she thought I was going to ask her to suck me, or something like that, because her eyes flicked from my face to my rapidly recovering cock and back again and a little frown sped across her face.

“What sort of nice?”   Her hips came free of the bed and she gasped as she asked me.

“Say sorry for tricking me the last time.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, but then I nipped her clit between two fingers and she closed them again and groaned with pleasure.

“Go on, say sorry.”   I started rubbing hard and rapidly at her clit again, and I could tell it was having an effect.   “Or I’ll stop.”

“I’m sorry Shaun, honestly, but please don’t stop because I’m going to cum soon.”   She sounded more panicky than sorry, but I let it go.

“And you’ll remember who to ask the next time you ‘need a hand’ won’t you?”   That was something I hadn’t intended to add, but it seemed the right thing to say at the time.

“Yes, yes, I promise.”   Her hips were now raised from the bed and her pelvis was jerking gently against my fingers.   Apparently it was the right thing to say at the time.

I stopped talking at concentrated on strumming at her clit to make her cum, my fingers flying over her clit, with my palm clamped over her pubic bone to prevent it being dislodged by her intermittent jerks and gyrations.   Her eyes were now closed, but her mouth was open and the tip of her tongue was flicking over her lips.   She was very, very close, and it didn’t take long before a sudden ‘oh’ escaped her lips and her pelvis shuddered.

“God, I’m cumming!”   

She sounded surprised, but the only surprise to me was the power of the orgasm that promptly overwhelmed her.   She now grabbed a breast in each hand and squeezed them hard, digging her fingers right into them, while at the same time her lifted her back and bottom clear of the bed so that only her feet and shoulders were in contact with the mattress, pushing herself hard against my fingers as she did so.   From her mouth came a series of inarticulate little exclamations that built in frequency and volume until she was crying out loudly and continuously, totally out of control.   

When it had finished she slumped back to the bed, gasping and trembling, shuddering with little aftershocks and rolling her head from side to side.   Slowly she regained her bearings and her eyes focused, looking at me with a satisfied little smile on her face.

“Thank you.”   She whispered, and she obviously meant it too. 

I nodded and smiled back, sitting up a little and taking my hand from between her legs.   “Anything to oblige my sister.”   I told her.

She smiled again at that, and we both lay quietly on the bed naked for a little while, both of us thinking over what had happened and its implications, and the biggest question that we had to answer was simply this, were we likely to take that last logical step?   We were both shooting little glances at each other as if trying to weigh up each other’s thoughts.

“Shall we do it?”   Tasmin asked me finally.

She was gazing at my erection with that sort of look on her face, but I would have immediately known what she meant in any case.   I must admit that I had some reservations, both about sex with my sister and about going where my father had been, and for some reason shagging the same pussy as my father did seemed somehow more ‘wrong’ than fucking my sister.   But I was eighteen and at that age when your cock is hard your head is soft - so guess what I said?

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“I’m ready.”

We still hesitated for a minute or so, looking at each other, just making sure we were both cool with it I suppose, and then she shuffled away a little to open her legs and spread her arms in welcome.

“Come on, then.”

I rolled towards her, lifting myself over one outstretched legs and settling myself between her thighs, the head of my cock just touching her somewhere very close to her pussy.   She sighed in satisfaction and reached down to guide me in, spreading and raising her legs to make it possible.   It was strange to feel Tasmin touching me, pulling me towards her and then directing my cock to her entrance.   I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d guided our father into her in just the same way, wriggling when his cock found her hole to make sure it was aimed correctly.   She did that to me, accompanied by another of her sighs, and then pushed her pelvis at me, simultaneously pulling at my shoulders to make me enter her.   I didn’t need the persuasion; I was simply making sure I was penetrating before thrusting deep, and as soon as I felt my cock was in place I rammed it hard into her, making her gasp with pleasure.

“God, yes.   Shove it up me.”

I instinctively glanced across at the window and saw that same little triangular gap that I had spied through when my father was on this very same bed.   I didn’t expect that he’d be watching me doing his daughter, but I wouldn’t have cared if he was.   Maybe he’d find out how fuck her properly. 

I smiled to myself almost wolfishly and set up a hard fast rhythm, plunging forcefully deep inside her.   For some reason I needed Tasmin to know the difference between steady old father and vigorous young brother too.   With every stroke she gasped into my ear as I pushed into her and gripped me hard as I pulled back.   She wanted it this way as much as I did.

It wasn’t long before I felt my balls begin to tighten with the beginnings of a climax - and only then did I think about contraception.   I seemed to remember my father screwing her without a condom but, although I really didn’t want to withdraw, I wanted to be sure.

“I’m going to cum.”   I grunted.   “Are you safe?”

“Yes, the pill.”  She gripped me harder, locking her legs around my back.   “Don’t pull out, I’m cumming too.”

We came together, me slamming myself at her while she shoved back up onto me, her legs still around my waist.   It was a hard and bruising climax for each of us, Tasmin more particularly because she bit her lips quite badly as her orgasm hit her, but, god, it was worth it.    I’m pretty sure that it was the thrill of a forbidden fuck that made it so powerful, but who the hell cared.   I’d shot my load into my sister’s pussy, and she’d enjoyed every second of it.

Afterwards we lay side by side again, but this time both of us were gasping and panting for breath, our bodies covered in that lovely light sheen of post-coital sweat.   Neither of us said a word for several minutes as we attempted to get our heads around what we’d just done.  Eventually, as before, it was Tasmin who spoke first.

“I’m not sorry, are you?”

“No.”   

How could I be sorry, I’d only done what my father had done before me, or was that just a justification? 

“Shall we ever do it again?”   She took my hand in hers as she said that, an affectionate act that I found a little disturbing.

“Probably.”   I was hedging my bets, I didn’t want to be too deeply involved.   “Let’s see how we feel about it tomorrow.”

“Yes, that’s cool.”   She sounded disappointed.   “But you won’t tell anyone, will you?”

Why would I ever do that?

“No, I won’t tell anyone about us, I promise.”

“And you won’t tell Mum about me and Dad, will you?”

“Not if you’re good to me.”

She wasn’t sure what I meant, but assumed rightly that I was on about sex.   She grinned broadly.

“Oh, I’ll be good to you, I swear.”

I smiled back without saying anything.   She’d be good to me alright, I’d make sure of that.   In my mind also was the thought that I needed to talk to our mother about her behaviour, because it had occurred to me that if my father was fucking my sister and my mother, then maybe I should fuck them both as well.   That would be only fair after all.   Let’s see how open to persuasion Mum might be when she knew what I’d seen.



My Sister and I Ch. 01



My name is Jacob and a few night ago I had something fantastic happen to me. I lost my virginity... to my younger sister! I am 21 years old and was a virgin up until last week, sad, I know. But the wait was worth it.

My sister is beautiful, as far as I can tell the most stunning creature to walk this earth. She is 5'4 with a gorgeous skinny body, a tight round ass, and long brown hair so soft it makes you want to rub your face in it, well, not as much as her 38 DD tits do, but pretty damn close. 

Me? I am 5"10, got a nice big beer belly from years of sneaking into bars and grabbing the spare beer from the six pack my dad forgot to finish when he passed out the night before. Not to make him sound like a fat, lazy, drunk. He is more like a fat, hardworking, family supporting, drunk. His name is John. He and my mother, Marie, both work long hours. Him at the automotive plant, and my mother at the day care. They both worked long hours every day of the week except for Sunday, when we all got to spend family time together. They sometimes would not get home till as late as midnight on weekdays, and never showed up before 7 pm. This gave me and my sister a lot of time along during the day after school. Now that I am getting into telling this story I realize how sexy my mother is as well. 5"7, sexy curves, and that Blonde hair so bright you just want to pull on... okay, getting distracted now. 

I call my little sister Chrissy, have been since as long as I can remember. Her legal name is Christine, but that was apparently too difficult for a young 3 and a half year old boy to call his newborn sister, so i went with Chrissy. 

Being a 21 (and a half) year old virgin meant that I watched a LOT of porn. I rubbed one out at least once day, usually 2 or 3 times, and when I was REALLY lonely I could even hit double digits. Having watched so much porn meant that I had seen it all. Most of it turned me on, while some creeped me out. Over time I grew to love incest porn. The thought of actually having a physical relationship with a family member down right disgusted me, but seeing OTHER people do it was a turn on, it was the most intimate form of porn I could find to watch.

So, how did I end up having sex with Chrissy? Well, it all started on her 18th birthday. 

I had honestly forgotten it was her birthday at the time, I mean, it was the middle of December and I was busy with finals during my last year at my community college, so I had a thing or two on my mind. I came home and found her crying on the couch.

"What's wrong?" I asked

"Boys are all stupid!" Chrissy screamed at me as she took her face out of the couch pillow.

"Ughhhh" I sighed. "What happened?"

"This guy I liked, Ryan, he stopped talking to me because Sam started putting out for him, she knew I liked him!" Chrissy explained to me, still angry, but calming down slowly.

Being the drama hater that I am I slowly started to walk from the door, through the living room in which Chrissy was crying, and into the kitchen to make myself some lunch. Realizing she was done talking I decided to say something to cheer her up.

"That Ryan guy is an idiot, you are way prettier than Sam, he doesn't know what he is missing." I said, half paying attention and totally focused on the deliciousness that was my egg salad sandwich.

Chrissy sniffled, sat up, and looked over at me.

"Thanks Jacob, you're always so good to me, I just wish I could find a guy who loves me as much as my big brother." 

"Sure, whatever." I said, still not really paying attention. "Oh, and happy birthday Chrissy." I told her, finally looking at her in the eyes.

Without saying anything Chrissy ran up to me and gave me a long hug. I could feel her big round tits push up against my chest, it was a great feeling, and it turned me on! I decided to forget the sandwich and head into the basement where the computer was. Chrissy had run upstairs into her room after our hug, so i figured I would have enough time to rub one out. 

After booting up the computer and going incognito I went to my favorite porn site and felt the urge to watch some cheerleader porn, this was probably my subconscious telling me I wanted to fuck my little sister, as she too is a cheerleader.

After the glorious three minutes that was me reaching the point of no return I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, I quickly shut off the monitor and tried to pull my pants back up but it was too late. My little sister got to watch me spray my first days load all over my stomach and I let out a sigh of relief and let the orgasm take over my facial expressions and bodily motions.

"Oh, sorry, I was just... uhhhh" Chrissy said, looking away and trying her hardest not to peak.

"Chrissy, I uh... Uhhhhhhh" I stammered light on breath and unable to form a coherent sentence.

"I was just coming down here to tell you how much I love you." She said, cheeks red with embarrassment.

After hearing those words it clicked, I did want to fuck my sister. My cock, still with a semi-hard on started moving around slowly forming itself back into the hard 8 inch-cock that it was not even 2 minutes ago when I was jacking off to a cheerleader banging her male gym teacher. 

Before I could even gather my thoughts enough to form a complete sentence I noticed what was happening with my penis and looked down at it.

"Does it always get excited like that when you see me?" Chrissy asked, hoping to hear me say yes.

Finally I worked up the courage to speak.

"Ever since you hugged me tight upstairs I can't stop it." I said

My sister got a smile from hearing this and started to slowly finish her way down the stairs and walked over to me.

This was it I thought, me and my sister are about to do it. As Chrissy got on her knees my cock got fully erect. She looked so cute getting down on her knees like the obedient little girl I now know she is. 

"Can I touch it?" Chrissy asked.

I nodded, giving Chrissy, my little sister, not even legal for a full day, the go ahead to make contact with my bare, long, hard, cock.

"If you want to see what it is like dry I guess you will need to clean up all this cum sis."

Chrissy giggled as she slowly brought her mouth down towards my stomach and brought out her tongue to lick it all up. After getting it all she brought her tongue over to the head of my penis and licked off all of the cum that didn't make it onto my stomach. 

As soon as her tongue made contact with the head of my sensitive dick my legs made small, uncontrollable, shivers. 

Chrissy giggled again

"You like that Jacob?"

"Oh hell yeah baby, that's the best feeling ever." I said. "Chrissy have you ever, ya know, had sex before?" I asked hoping to hear the sweet lips of my sexy little sister tell me that my dick would be the first one to penetrate her tight little cunt.

"Never, have you?" She replied

"Today will be my first." I said as smoothly as one could imagine.

Chrissy got a big smile on her face as I lifter her off her knees and up into my arms. I walked her over to the futon we had laid out bed style and threw her onto it.

"Wait" She said, panicking. "This is so wrong, what if our parents catch us or something.

"Sex is supposed to be between two people who love each other, I love you Chrissy, do you love me?" 

"I do love you Jacob."

"Good, cause I am about to fuck the shit out of my sexy little sister."

Just saying the words out loud made me cock re-harden to the max after going slightly limb from the time between her lips first touching my cock and now. Not only did that happen, but Chrissy must have been turned on by the statement as much as I was, because I saw her legs move as I said it, knowing that she must be wet, I decided it was as good a time as any to start taking off her clothes. 

I reached over and lifted her cute pink t-shirt over her head and threw it onto the floor. After that I did the same with mine as Chrissy started to take off her yoga pants (as if I stood a chance against her sexiness to begin with).

"Oh my God Chrissy" I said, staring at her breasts while she removed her bra and panties.

"Like em" She said, with the biggest smirk on her cute little face.

Without saying a word I dove in for her breasts. Face between them like a dog chasing his tail and finally catching it. I had no idea what to do with Chrissy's giant soft tits, so I just kept moving my face around opening and closing my mouth, kissing every bit of them as I could. As I kept on going I felt her nipples get hard. 

Chrissy leaned her head back and moaned, this sent a surge of testosterone through my body. As a result I pushed her down, my eyes never leaving her breasts as they bounced around, this again made me want to get physical. I kicked off the pants and underwear that I was wearing around my ankles since walking over to the futon and mounted my little sister, both my hands pinning down her arms.

"Oh yeah big brother, pin me down, I've been a bad, bad girl." Chrissy said in a cute little voice.

I stared into my little sisters big brown eyes and slowly moved in for a kiss. We made out for about thirty seconds before could no longer handle my sexual urges. I spread Chrissy's legs and stuck my hard dripping cock inside of her tight little virgin cunt.

"Oh shit Jacob that feels so good." She said, as if she could not control her words or feelings any longer.

"Yeah, you like your big brothers cock inside you, don't you baby."

She moaned louder than she yet had. 

"I want you deeper inside me Jacob, I want to feel all of your cock in me."

"Beg for it." I said with a smile on my face.

"Oh please big brother, can you shove the rest of your massive cock inside my tiny virgin pussy, please oh please." 

"Only 'because I love you Chrissy." I said in a soft tone.

"Do you really Jacob?" she asked, as if it made all the difference in the world. 

"I do Chrissy, I love you more than anything in the world, and I will fuck your little cunt to prove it."

I removed my cock from her pussy and turned her around doggy style. I stuck the head of my cock slowly into her cunt, then I grabbed her long brown hair in both my hand and thrust quickly once so that my whole cock was inside her. This caught Chrissy off guard as she made one large moan sound.

I was at the point of supreme dominance and had never been so turned on in my entire life.

"Are you ready baby? Your big brother is going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to move until mom and dad get home!"

I started to fuck my sister's cunt as fast and as hard as I possible could. Each new thrust caused a louder moan from both her and me. After a minute or two of pure doggy style fucking, I let one hand of hair go and positioned the other so I was grasping the hair right up against the center of her scalp.

"Who has been a bad little slut? hmmmm. Which bad girl needs to be punished?" I asked, almost rhetorically.

"I do daddy, your little girl needs to be punished." Chrissy said in a state of total euphoric bliss.

This not only caught me off guard, but made me hornier and harder than before, which I had previously thought impossible. 

I had every intention to pull out before this point in time, but as soon as my little sister called me daddy I was gone. 

I started to thrust my cock as deep as it would go once again, this time pulling her head back and spanking her ass so hard it was leaving red hand prints with each new smack.

"Oh yeah Chrissy, who is your Daddy baby, who is your daddy you little slut!"

"You're my Daddy Jacob, you're my daddy!"

As soon as she said "daddy" again I lost control and started to cum inside of my own sister. Both of us reaching orgasm at the same time we did not even begin to think of the consequences.

I had never had an orgasm this fantastic. It was not only the strongest one I had ever had but it was the longest. I came inside of my little sisters virgin pussy for over 30 straight seconds. About half way through I realized what I was doing and it turned me on even more, causing me to thrust even harder once again and having my sister scream at the top of her lungs.

"Oh Daddy, yes Daddy, I love you Daddy!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as I slowly finished pumping my hot cum inside of her. After I pulled out, we both fell on our backs and stared at the ceiling speechless and then we fell asleep. 

I woke up about an hour later and Chrissy was not next to me. I felt weird about what had happened. A mixture of happiness and guilt took over my body. I decided it would be best to remain out of sight for the rest of the night, my parents would be home in an hour or two. 

The day went on like nothing had happened, my sister and me not speaking to each other at all, and slowly, the night came to an end.



My Sister & I Ch. 02



Resting on my bed I was thinking of what had happened this morning. My loving husband Derrick had fucked my sister and I had helped and also admittedly I enjoyed watching plus joining in.

Sandy has returned to the guest room to get cleaned up while I think about how excited I was watching my husband whom I love very much wiggle his thick cock up my sister's darling tight ass. Was I really so fucked up in the head that I did not care or was it that I cared for them both so much that jealously never entered into the situation? I felt neither shame, remorse nor any ill feeling toward either my sister or my husband of fourteen years. 

Childless as these fourteen years have been we have made up for it by loving one another deeply and doing everything we can think of to have wonderful sex. We have found that roll playing and sex games do work for us. They are fun, exciting and today we shared a game with my sister. Of course I do believe that her recently becoming a widow helped her choose to join us in a sexual game. I love my sister and I think she will make both me and Derrick a happy couple. Or as I see it a very happy threesome from now on.

Let's see; it will be a threesome for Derrick and unless Sandy and I become bi-sexual it will still only be a one on one for us. Oh, yes I do remember once back I College when I was shared by my then boyfriend with his buddy one night and if memory serves me correctly I did enjoy the double treatment they gave me. That was also the time, the first time I lost my virgin ass. You asked "How can one loose a virgin more than once. Oh, very easy. When Derrick ask me to allow him to penetrate my ass I told him I was virgin back there and he has always believed he took my cheery ass. So you see I lost my virgin ass twice… But as I lay here I thought maybe a foursome would make for a more balanced fuck fest.  
Sandy did say she was ready to move on in her life. So if I worked it right I can get Sandy to invite a man over and if it all worked out we could become a foursome. Yes and I do believe I have just the right man for the job. Sandy is only twenty six and I have been flirted with by a young man down at the Super market that is about her age. I never took him too serious because I am thirty eight and of course married. But he is so handsome, with a powerful build and I just happen to notice his jeans had an out line of a sizeable cock hiding in there. It just might be fun to see that cock out in the light of day or night. As I think of this my tongue rolls around in my mouth as I remember the taste of thick warm spurts of male sperm filling my mouth. Oh, yes I do love to suck cock and drink the sweet nectar that flows freely from a young strong cock. 

When Sandy peeked in she found me still naked on my bed with a flat palm pressing firmly on my clitoris. My eyes closed day dreaming of how a smooth skinned cock feels in my mouth. I looked up when she moved my hand from my silky hair covered pussy and replaced my hand with her mouth. 

At the first touch of her soft warm tongue on my swollen clitoris I shivered and spread my legs wider so she could get closer to my dripping cunt. My sister was already a bisexual lover and I knew at that moment I was going to like her living with us. 

Sandy licked and gently worked a finger across my clitoris as she licked my wet split. Placing her palms on the underside of my thighs she lifted my ass nearly off the bed and let her tongue trail down to my puckered rose hole. I have always found my tiny rear to be very sensitive to the touch of ant thing. But I found my sisters tongue to be extremely exciting. So exciting I lost any control I might have had and let out a scream along with a climax of no small proportions. 

Sandy was dressed as if she was about to go out yet she found time to excite me to a climax. Sandy sat up on the edge of the bed showing no sighs of wanting me to return the favor at this time. 

"Thank you darling." I said smiling and rolling over on my side.

"You're very welcome Sis, I feel as if we are about to embark on a wonderful adventure of a life time." She said. 

I felt the same way but I wanted to be the driver of this adventure train.  
Still naked I handed her the keys to my bright red Ford Mustang and said "Don't forget to pick up my list at the market on the way home."

Some how it felt good to walk around my home naked letting my breasts hang and bounce. There was wetness between my legs that felt cool and warmingly exciting at the same time. 

I found I was once more excited and completely horny. My nipples were stiff and I had that feeling of wanting to feel a cock in every orifice I have. My darling sister had licked me to a wonderful climax yet I was so needy. I could go back up stairs and take my vibrator out of my night stand. But that did not seem to be what I needed. I could watch a XXX video and masturbate on the sofa in the den. I could find some kitchen utensil never used for such a purpose before to fuck my self with it. There lots of things I could do but nothing seemed to be what I wanted. 

Opening the refrigerator I bent down to see what there was to eat on the bottom shelf where I keep the left-overs. My tits swung free and hung down like large grapefruits. My ass was in the positions that Derrick likes to see. For just one second I closed my eyes and thought of how often Derrick had cheerfully plunged his wonderful cock into my ass as I bent over. My whole body convulsed as I remember how that felt. While in the same position I thought of how in our early years as husband and wife he loved for me to bend over like this when he sat naked in his favorite chair and suck him off with out ever touching his cock with anything except my mouth. I was driving myself crazy. I needed to get out and do something before I went nuts. 

Closing the refrigerator door I turned to look out the back door as I had heard a noise. There standing between the garage and the alley was a tall slender black man with a city utilities uniform on. He was standing half turned toward the garage urinating. His long dark cock extended well past the width of his hand. His cock must have been over ten inches long from this distance I could not distinguish it's thickness but I could see it was very long. Standing in all my naked glory I stepped out on the back stoop and let the screen door slam shut behind me. This tall dark man jerked his head around and in one second I saw he had a full set of bright white straight teeth. He had a beautiful smile as he walked toward me his marvelous cock swinging from side to side. I stepped back in the kitchen as he closed the door behind him.  
He took me there in the kitchen as I bent over the kitchen table. He dropped his overalls to around his ankles. His powerful hands spread my ass cheek as he easily forced his cock up my dripping cunt. His hands were large. He easily held each cheek in each hand like a man would hold a basketball. His thumbs were pulling so hard my tender rose hole gaped open as he fucked me slowly. I was getting used to his long cock as he worked it deeper and deeper. I moaned and gave up a climax even before she was all the way in. I was not so sure he could get it all in me but I wanted him to try. I had a second climax as he hit bottom and flooded me with a steady stream of hot sperm. He pushed and I screamed not because it hurt but because I was climaxing again. 

He stopped and let his cock go limp inside me. It was about to slide out of me when I pulled forward letting it make a sucking sound as it came free. I turned smiled up at him and slowly dropped to my knees. His cock was covered with thick foam that gave it a ghostly look. I looked, I opened my mouth, and I sucked it in savoring the taste of our combined juices. Moving my mouth back and forth I let the sweet taste of his cock move across my taste buds. 

The cock started to tingle and jerk as if it wanted to come to life again. I thought "Yes my sweet dark cock come alive so you can fuck me again. Or maybe I'll just suck you until you come in my mouth. What a wonderful sweet cock you are. Cum for Mommy. Cum in this hungry white mouth." 

Each time my mouth worked taking the long cock to my throat my ass puckered. Squatting as I was my ass was spread and I could still feel his thumbs digging in my flesh. I was sure he was going to cum again when there came a shrill blast of a horn. He half turned toward the back door. He pulled back as he bent down to pull up his overalls. Stuffing his cock away he smiled and with out a word opened the back door and went out. He left me sitting on the floor with my mouth still open.

An hour later I was showered, dressed and walking down the back alley toward the mall three blocks away since I had loaned my car to my sister. I passed the rear of a new duplex that was built on the corner of our block. A young man stood near the rear of the property pulling the recently empty trash bin back into his yard. Our eyes met and he smiled saying "Hi, aren't you Derricks wife?" I was surprised that he knew who I was and turned to face him. I smiled and got that strange feeling all over again.  
I was lost in thought as I moved closer to the young man extending my hand. "Yes I am Derrick's wife Tammy and you are?" I was sure he answered me but I did not hear. My head was swimming and everything started to go around and around. 

The next thing I knew I was laying on a soft leather sofa in a dark well shaded room. The young man was kneeling next to me applying a cool cloth to my head. One of his hands held the cloth and other rested on my arm which was folded across my belly. His fingers fell across my arm and touched me near my lower belly. It was as if I were in a dream I pushed his hand off my arm so his palm was flat on the soft mound under the thin cotton dress. Placing my fingers over his curving his down into the recess between my legs. 

I was sure he was going to pull his hand away but I was wrong. His fingers dug into the soft wet spot under my dress. I lifted my ass and pulled my dress up baring my pink cotton panties. 

He had talented hands and fingers. With out any difficulty his fingers moved around the seam and found my cunt wet and eager to be touched. Two fingers wiggled into my cunt. I spread my legs. His other hand was now on my generous tits caressing me through my dress and bra.

I had not had my tits played with for sometime and that felt good. Our eyes never faltered as we gazed at one another. I was close as he fingers wiggled and moved around inside me. I said "Wait, I don't want to cum yet." 

He stood and watched me undress. I stood naked feeling my breast as I watched him drop his jeans. His cock hung down over a large set of balls. 

He said "I do love a girl with a nice round ass and big tits." 

Five minutes later I felt his warm sperm shot deep in my bowels. I wanted this all day and this young man was a willing partner and a very decent lover. I left his back door and walked home to wait for my loving husband and sister to come home. I thought I was a very angry lady. I guess I really did object to my sister joining my husband and me in our very private games. So I went crazy in my own way. I had hurt my husband and he did not even know it. I wondered if I would ever tell him. As I walked around the garage I saw both cars were there my Mustang and Derrick's Volvo. Oh, shit I bet they were in the house fucking or waiting for me to join in again. I started to get that strange feeling again.



My Sister and I For The First Time Ch. 01



[Intro: True story. I am working on the rest of the weekend. Everyone is over 18]



I looked from my laptop up as my sister Angie came into my room. 

"Hey Zack, what's up?" she said

"Hey sis. I just heard from Stephanie. She has too much work to do this weekend, and she can't make it back." Our older sister was in college and had been planning to come back for the three day weekend that now stretched out before us. 

"That sucks. So are mom and dad at that conference?" 

"No, they are out for tonight, back in the morning. Then they leave for it tomorrow morning, and will be gone until Monday night." 

"So, more or less, the house to ourselves for the entire weekend?" 

"Yep." I said with a grin. The two of us had always been really close, and we were looking forward to a relaxing weekend with just each other. My little sister returned my grin and her eyes lit up. She was two years younger than me, but was always more mischievous than I.

"Dinner?" she asked

"Leftovers"

She shrugged and left my room. It was early still, and I returned to finishing my homework on my laptop. It 

was Friday and I wanted to be done for the weekend. 

***

Later that night, having finished dinner, Angie and I were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. She was curled up against me, with my arm draped over her. As the movie ended, I switched the TV and looked and my baby sister. Her face was furrowed and she looked like she was considering something serious. 

"What's up sis?" I asked. She looked up at me.

"Can I talk to you about something?"

"Anything"

"It's kind of awkward and personal" 

"Anything you ever want to talk about, I will be here for you Angie" I said. I squeezed her tighter with one arm and planted a kiss on her forehead. 

"Thanks Zack, I know. Are you a virgin?" 

I flushed a bit, but answered truthfully

"Yes. And I assume you are as well" I knew my sister well enough that she would tell me why she asked without prompting. 

"Yes, I am. Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked as a blush rose to her cheeks and she turned away. 

Rather than respond immediately, with the obvious 'yes' I looked as my little sister as a woman, not a girl, taking in her features. She was tall for her age, about 5'10" and thin. She had an incredibly toned and trimmed body from the years and years of gymnastics that she was so found of. Rich chocolate brown hair that cascaded midway down her back. Small breasts, no larger than an A cup, but they sat perfectly on her petite frame, and any larger would have looked absurd. 

"I think you are beautiful" I replied, and I genuinely meant it. Angie's eyes lit up, and she could tell my compliment was honest. I pulled her closer to me and planted a kiss on her forehead. She returned my embrace and beamed up at me. Then the smile faded into a look of unease. I could tell she was trying to work her way around to telling me why she asked about my history with women. 

"I asked because I figured ... well ... we know each other really well ... and we love each other a lot ... and ... we are both virgins ... and alone ... and well..." Her face flushed and she turned away from me, embarrassed. 

I looked at my little sister, my mind jumbled, my body fighting for the blood my brain needed to make decisions. A squeezed her closer and brought my left hand around to her chin. I forced her face to turn back to mine, and saw tears of embarrassment shining in her eyes. I planted a kiss full on her lips, the first time I had kissed a girl in all my years. After the longest thirty seconds of my life, we broke apart and caught our breath. We looked into each other's eyes, and I asked her,

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Absolutely. Do you, Zack?"

"Yes, Angie, I really do."

"I love you, big brother."

"I love you, little sister."

Our lips locked again, and I many of my emotions reflected in my baby sister's eyes. Lust warred with love, each seeking to blot out the other. Our lips parted and my tongue slipped into her mouth, as hers slipped into mine. 

I rolled her over, and sat my sister on my lap. Our lips met again, and my hands wandered over her tight back. I pulled her closer to me, out chests meeting and our kiss never breaking. She started to shift her hips back and forth in my lap. Her small breasts rubbed against my chest and my cock started to harden with the constant motion. I shifted one hand down, to grip her tight ass, and the other up to her chest to cup one of her lovely tits. Her hands wandered over my chest and out tongs stilled warred in each other's mouths. 

Our kiss broke, and Angie shifted back slightly on my lap. We were both breathless, and for a moment, the only noise in the room was our breathing. 

"That was my first kiss, sis" I said, and she giggled at me.

"Mine too" she said still smiling. There was a long pause before she asked, "Do you want to go further?"

In answer I grabbed her and she squealed with delight as I pulled her back to my lips. Her hands found my chest again, and then started to go lower. She found the hem of my shirt, and began to pull it up. I felt a tingle as the cool air rushed over my warm skin. She pulled the shirt higher and higher, and finally we were forced to break off our kiss as the shirt passed over my head. As soon as it was on the floor, we kissed again. 

Then slowly, my hands came around to her firm hips. I grabbed the shirt and raised it up slowly. Our kiss broke again, and I pulled off her shirt and threw it on the floor. I looked at my sister, sitting on my lap, our skin touching. Her skin was pale, as was mine, and against that white background, the rainbow striped bra on her chest looked even more vibrant. It was about a 32-34 A, and seemed to delight in cling to such nubile curves. We resumed our passionate kissing, and she resumed grinding her crotch into mine. 

After a few more minutes of this, I stopped her and pried my sister off of me. She looked confused for a moment, but when she saw the grin of desire on my face, lust overtook her. I stood her up in front of me, and reached for the belt around her waist. I unfastened it, and reached for the button on her jeans. I undid it, and drew down the zipper, the hooked my fingers under the waist band of her pants. In one fluid motion, I dropped the pants to the ground, and as she stepped out of them, I looked at her sky blue panties. Under my gaze, she squirmed a bit, and flushed embarrassed. 

"Stand up, bro. It's not fair that you're wearing pants." She said

I stood, and her hands were at my waist, undoing my belt, as her lips found mine again. She reached for the zipper on my pants, and the next thing I knew, my pants were around my ankles. I stepped out of them, and fell back onto the couch, grabbing Angie as I went. She sat, straddling me, as we kissed again. We looked at one another, and nervous laughter rose in our throats. She resumed grinding our crotches together, but this time, but with only her sky blue panties and my red boxers on, the feeling was much more intense. My cock was rock hard at this point, and only the weight of my baby sister was holding it down. She was also getting into it, I realized, as I saw a damp spot growing on her panties. I kissed her again and again, one hand around the tight muscles of her ass, and the other around her back, snaking up to the back of her head, holding her close to me. 

I looked down, breaking off our kiss, and looked at our bodies. Angie had on only her sky blue panties and rainbow striped bra, and I with only red boxers. Our flesh gleamed with sweat and her body, sculpted from almost a decade of gymnastics, was taut and perfect. She started pushing our bodies together faster and harder, and my cock started rubbing against her pussy. 

At the same time, completely independent of each other, our hands started to reach towards our lap. Mine trailed down her chest, her taut stomach, and came to rest just on the elastic band that held her underwear up. Her hand did the same thing to my body. She raised her hips, and I slowly inched my fingers down on to her sweat mound, feeling the fabric under my touch, and beneath that, my sister's warm wetness. Her hand traced it's was over my boxers to the base of my straining erection. 

She began to stroke my cock through my boxers, as I began to run my hand over her pussy. The friction of her hand and my boxers on my dick sent a wave of pleasure through my body. I rubbed her faster and faster, and in response she stroked me faster still. Our hips ground together, our hands rubbed at the others genitals and we saw bliss reflected in each other's eyes. Her wet spot grew larger and she began to moan, softly at first, then louder as I groaned at my need for release. 

Angie's breathing got faster and faster and I could feel her trembling. I could also feel my own orgasm getting closer. All at once, we both stiffened and moaned. We both orgasmed in our underwear and collapsed on to the couch. We lay there for the span of several long, shuttering breaths, my sister's lithe body draped over my larger one, her face pressed against my shoulder. Finally reality reasserted itself, and I looked over at her. 

"Well..." Angie said, before we both burst into laughter. We laughed long and loud, uncontrollably, until we were both gasping for air. We were not laughing at anything, but we could not stop. 

Our merriment finally subsided and we looked back at each other. I could feel a contented smile on my face, and it was reflected on my baby sister's. 

"That felt amazing, Zack." She sighed, contentedly. 

"You too, Angie." I replied, giving her a squeeze. She giggled and writhed on my lap, rubbing our sodden underwear together. We both looked down and laughed again. 

"Shower?" I asked. 

"Together." She responded. "Just let me get my breath back." 

We sat there for another few minutes, until Angie rolled off of me, and we stood up. We gathered our clothes, and I chased her up stairs to the bathroom we shared. We turned the water on, and as it heated up, started kissing again. Our mouths joined together, and we embraced tightly. 

My hands roamed across her back, and found the hooks of her rainbow bra. I unclasped them, and peeled off the garment. Then I got my first real look at my sister's naked breasts. They were small, but perky and sat perfectly on her slight body. I let my hands wander lower and lower until I felt her small tight ass. I slipped two fingers under the elastic band of her sky blue panties and slid them around to her hips. All at once, I jerked my hands down, carrying her underwear with them. I beheld her virgin pussy for the first time in my life. She was unshaven, and the coarse brown hair stood out in contrast to her perfectly smooth legs. 

She blushed and turned away from me, allowing me a perfect view of her perfect, tiny ass. I drew her close to me and planted a kiss on the top of her head. I could see her smile and feel her relax and she turned back around and reached down. Her hands gripped the waistband of my boxers and eased them down. My erection was now back in full swing, and popped out. I was also unshaven and about four and a half inches long. It was the first time I had ever been exposed to someone in a sexual manner. We stepped out of the clothes around our ankles, and kissed again. 

My sister and I drew back the shower curtain and slipped inside. The warm water and close confines made me feel as though my head was in a fog. We started washing each other all over. My hands, lathered with soapy water, found their way around her back and came to rest on her petite breasts. I savored the experience, my first real skin to skin sexual contact with her, as I began to massage her boobs. Angie started to whimper slightly, and then as I tweaked her tiny nipples, she let out a moan. 

I left off and snaked my hands down lower and lower. I ran my hands over her tight legs, higher and higher. Her lean calves, her firm thighs, and then above that, the golden territory, all covered with soap and water. A thought crossed my mind and I rested my hand on her bush, and asked

"Why shave your legs, and not up here?" 

"Because," her response was bashful, "I was afraid it would hurt if I slipped."

"Do you want me to help you?" 

"Yes. But not right now. You got me wound up, and I need release."

I grinned and slid my right hand over her mound as my left worked its way back to her tits. There was wetness there that had nothing to do with the shower. I began to stroke my middle finger up and down her slit, and my index and ring finger along the outside of her pussy. My left hand was massaging her breast and my right spread her lips wide open. She moaned her desire and I plunged my middle finger deep into my baby sister's pussy. The gasped and shudder at the sudden intrusion, and cried out three words

"Oh God yes!" 

I started to work the top of her pussy with my thumb, and began to thrust my middle finger in and out of her sweat confines. She was incredibly warm, tight, and wet. It felt like my finger was being sucked in on every pump. Angie moaned louder and louder, and I trusted faster and faster. Her arms wrapped around my right arm, and her hand went down to cover mine, forcing me deeper into her. I tweaked her nipple and thrust deep into her. All at once, she seized up and froze completely, her muscles locking, and I would have sworn she even stopped breathing for a second. 

My sister would have collapsed onto the floor if my arms had not been wrapped around her. She hung like a rag doll in my arms for several minutes, getting her breath back, her ass still pressed to my straining erection. She finally turned to me and, planting a kiss on my lips, moaned, 

"Thank you. That was amazing." 

I grinned at her, and she tiredly returned the expression. We continued washing for a few minutes, until I found myself facing the shower, Angie behind me. She unexpectedly grabbed me in an embrace, and whispered in my ear, 

"Your turn big bro." 

Her breasts were pressed to my back and her arms were around my chest. Her soapy hands slid down to my cock and delicately traced over my pubic hair. 

"I like you like this. Don't shave it." I could hear the grin in her voice. I grinned back and shock my head.

"Anything for you, little sis." 

She kissed my neck and grasped my dick with her warm, wet, slippery hand. She slid her hand up and down my shaft, while sliding her other hand over my chest. Her small hands pumped me again and again, until I was right on the verge. Then she slid her other hand down and grabbed my balls. It was too much for me, and I came all over the front of the shower. 

I turned around and kissed my sister again and again, each kiss deeper and more passionate than the last. We finished up in the shower and stepped out. Looking at the clock, we realized with a start that our parents would be home soon. We quickly went into Angie's room and she bent over to rummage through hew dresser for something to ware. I did not help the process my taking that opportunity to grab and start massaging her firm ass. She playfully slapped my hands away and threw on some pajamas. We went to my room and repeated the process, but in reverse. 

"So, I am looking forward to a fun weekend." She said.

"Me too." I grinned "Just the two of us from Saturday afternoon to Monday night."

"I think we are going to have a lot of fun."

"Me too." 

"I love you, Zack."

"I love you, Angie."



My Sister and I For The First Time Ch. 02



[This is Saturday of a long weekend that was the best of my life. The story is true, and is legal where we live (with regards to age). Don't forget to read the rest of the weekend. Everyone is "over" the age of 18

Addressing a comment I got several times: my sister had already lost her hymen on her own via years of rigorous gymnastics. 

To everyone who gave me helpful feedback on part 1, thank you. To those who commented on my spelling: 1) I can't spell, and 2) are you really reading erotica for the English conventions? To those who had suggestions on what I should do or not do in the next part, a reminder that this is a true story] 

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I rolled over groggily and looked at the clock. It was 10:30 AM, way too early to be up on a Saturday morning. I rolled back over and tried to fall back asleep. As I tried to fight the inevitable, my memories of the previous day came flooding back to the forefront of my mind. I smiled and felt a familiar stirring in my crotch. I resolved to save my endurance for Angie, however, and closed my eyes to lose myself in dreams. 

After half an hour of restless attempts to fall asleep, I accepted my horrible fate and reluctantly arose to face the day. I heard my parents downstairs and decided to have lunch after getting dressed. As we were eating, my baby sister came downstairs and sat across from me at the table, also dressed. She grinned wickedly when no one was looking, and I replied in kind. 

Shortly thereafter, my parents left. They were going a conference and would be gone until Monday night of this long weekend. They wished us well, reminded us of all that parent stuff, and drove off. No sooner was the car out of sight than Angie turned and threw herself into my arms. I rocked back, but managed to not let her touch the ground as our lips met. Her firm legs wrapped around my back, and her arms locked behind my shoulders. 

Our lips finally parted and she leaned back a few degrees. She looked at me and said

"I am looking forward to this weekend. How about you, big bro?" 

"Absolutely." I grinned back, breathless

"Let's take it slow. We have the better part of 60 hours." 

"As you wish." I replied

She beamed at me, and disengaged herself, easing down to the floor. With another kiss, she led me over to the couch, and we put on a movie. I sat down and then Angie sat right next to me, resting her head on my ribs. My arm went over my sister and hers encircled my chest and back. As the movie progressed, we sat there together, both desiring more and both content. I started rubbing her side, and she wormed her way even closer to me. My hand slid lower and lower, until it came to the hem of her shirt. Then I started working my way back up, inching the shirt up as my hand caressed my sister. I got the shirt up higher, and we were forced to sit up to progress. Before I could finish removing her shirt, Angie grabbed mine and yanked it off, all at once. I teased the shirt off of her head with a grin as she giggled.

We relaxed back onto the couch to continue watching the film, bare chested, save for her red bra. My fingers danced lightly over my little sister, all over her bare torso. I felt goose bumps rising on her flesh, and pulled her closer to my chest. She shivered, though in cold or excitement, I did not know. My hand traced its way up her delicate body, the hard lines of her ribs, the slight curve of her flat stomach, the softness of her arms, and the fabric enclosed domes on her chest. She sighed contentedly, and looked down. I was pitching a considerable tent by this point, and I felt her small hands work their way down my chest. Her small, strong fingers unfastened my pants and I raised my ass off the couch to allow her to slide them down. I returned the favor, slowly peeling off her pants and adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor. 

She planted a kiss on my lips, and we went back to the film, down to only our underwear. Angie had matching red panties and bra, and I was in a pair of black and blue boxers. Her head was resting in my lap, right on top of my straining erection, holding it down. She lay on her side, and my hand went back to exploring her body. One hand went to her head and began to stroke her hair. The other danced its way along her side to her waist. It came to rest at her hips and began to massage her warm flash. I slowly moved my hand down, gripping her firm ass, kneading it under my fingers. 

After several minutes, I began to slide my fingers lower on my sister's ass. They slowly creped around the back of her firm thighs, and began to rub the warm flesh. Her legs parted slightly to allow my hand admittance. My other hand still playing with her hair, I worked my way up right to the edge of her panty clad pussy. As my fingers lightly brushed against it, I heard a shuddering breath catch in my sister's throat. My touch slid over her cotton confinement, with no more weight that a feather brushed along, and Angie shuddered. I could feel the rapidly growing wet spot soaking her already damp panties. I lightly ran my fingers along the front of her panties, and she moaned lightly. 

The movie ended, and my little sister looked up at me with a beautiful smile. I saw many emotions playing across her face; desire, excitement, joy, happiness, lust, but above all that was love. I could feel my own face respond in kind, and she leaned up to kiss me, her lower body not moving at all. I always was and always will be amazed by her flexibility and dexterity. The better part of a decade of gymnastics helped, but there was something unique about how she moved, like every step was a dance. We locked lips, and my hands resumed over my sister's back. One hand went back to her panties and began to delicately trace the lines therein, and the other went to the clasp of her bra. 

I fumbled with the stupid hooks for a few moments, and finally succeeded in wrestling them free with one hand. Without breaking off our kiss, she slid the unhooked bra off her petite frame. My hand went to her tiny, pert breasts and began to lovingly caress them. I flicked my finger over her nipple, causing it to harden slightly, and causing Angie to twitch with pleasure. My other hand, meanwhile, began to work its way under her panties. I felt her coarse pubic hair under my fingers, and slid my hand lower, finally feeling the warm, wet flesh below. 

She finally broke off the kiss, relaxing back down and resting her head in my lap. I continued to work on her lovely tits and pussy, getting her more and more wound up. Her breathing was coming more rapidly now, and I could tell that she was done with being teased. Her eyes begged for release, and, with a smile, I decided to give it to her. I located her clit and rolled it between my index and middle fingers. Her scream at the sudden wave of pleasure was cut short as her body seized up; a look of bliss on her face. 

As she came back down, I slid my middle finger into her slit, and resumed flicking and tweaking her nipples with my other hand. Her pussy was so warm and tight, I felt joy just to be able to touch something so perfect. I rapidly increased the pace of my fingering, my thumb rolling over her swollen clit and I slammed my hand in and out of my sister. Her breath rasped into her body in shuddering gasps, and she came again. I did not stop my work, however, and hot on the heels of the second orgasm came a third. Her back arched and she screamed, 

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh My God. Oh My God." As she came for the third time. 

A few seconds later, with my fingers still inside her, she rolled partway over and thrust her hand through the slit of my boxers. Her fingers wrapped around my dick, and she pumped and pumped. I resumed thrusting into my sister with my fingers, and playing with her tits, as she worked my shaft. For the next few minutes we sat on the couch, our bodies intertwined and our hands working furiously to give the other pleasure. Her warm hand was firm around my cock, and my fingers were sodden inside her tight pussy. I could feel a familiar sensation in my balls, and I knew I would not last much longer. 

"I am going to cum again, bro." My sister said, in between gasps. 

"Me too." I replied, breathlessly. 

With a sudden rush, I came, and at the same time I felt my sister tense up once again. We came together and both collapsed back onto the couch. After several minutes, I stirred myself enough to remove my hand from my sister's pussy. She gasped and shuddered at the removal of the digit from deep within her body, and then collapsed back onto my lap. For several hours, neither of us moved nor spoke, unwilling to destroy the moment. 

Finally we both started to stand up. I looked over at my sister's body and my own, and I started to laugh. She looked us up and down and joined me. The two of us were drenched in sweat, and both looked worn out. We wearily climbed the stairs to the bathroom. She wrapped her arms around me and found my lips with her own. Our tongues found each other and we stood there, lost in the moment. She broke off the kiss and bent down, removing my boxers. I stepped out of them, and peeled her sodden panties off. 

We slid into the warm shower, and embraced once again. The hot water cascaded down Angie's back as we resumed kissing. My hands roamed over her back, feeling the tight muscles sculpted from years of gymnastics. Everything about her was taut and firm, from her back to her backside, her arms to her breasts, and I enjoyed caressing my baby sister. Her tits were small, only A cup, but they were perfect on her slight frame. I began to wash her, rubbing the soapy cloth over her exquisite body, and she sighed in contentment. As I washed her, I recalled her request from the previous night. 

"Do you still want me to shave you?" I asked, my hand coming to rest between her legs, on the only hair below her scalp. She nodded and we rinsed off and slipped out of the shower. We stepped over to the sink, and I lifted her up and placed her on the counter. She squealed as I lifted her up, and then relaxed back on the wall. I spread my sister's legs, getting a good look at her bush, and beneath that, her tender virgin pussy. I planted a quick kiss on her crotch, and then spread shaving cream over the area, raising the blade to her tender flesh. 

When I had finished shaving my sister's pussy, she looked down at me, beaming. She ran her hands over her newly bald mound, savoring the feeling. I leaned in and kissed her. Our lips parted and I started to kiss lower and lower. I kissed her slender neck, her pert breasts, and her flat stomach. I finally got down to her newly shorn crotch, and I began to kiss the insides of her thighs. I ran my hands up and down her legs and let my mouth wander up and up. Her hands ran over her own body, playing with her tits, as I leaned in close to her pussy. I breathed a lung full of warm air on it, and heard a moan of pleasure. I could see her getting more wet, and I could smell her. Her arousal smelled like sweat and sweetness mixed together. I continued to torment my sister for a long while, running my hands over her thighs, my mouth kissing and licking just around her outer lips, and her desire mounting. 

"I can't take it anymore, Zack." She finally gasped.

Like a dutiful older brother, I bent down and planted my lips on my sister's pussy. She screamed and writhed with pleasure as I sucked more and more of her virgin territories into my mouth. I licked her from end to end, savoring the flavor. I was intoxicated at the complexity of the taste of my first pussy and did everything I could to extract more of her nectar. I flicked my tongue over her clit as I sucked it into my mouth and her back arched. I licked and sucked, and I felt her hands creep over my head. Her fingers twined through my hair, holding me tightly to my baby sister. I thrust my tongue deep inside of her pussy and began to fuck her with it. She pulled on my head, forcing my tongue deeper into her. With one final thrust and one final suck, I made my sister orgasm again. 

"OH GOD!" Was all she had time to shout before her entire body seized up. She held my head tightly against her pussy with both her hands and her legs, which had wrapped around my head. For several seconds, I could not breathe, but I did not need to. 

As Angie came down from her euphoric bliss, I extracted myself from her beautiful body and planted another kiss on her lips. Her mouth opened and my tongue, still wet with the taste of her pussy, met hers. After a while, my sister broke off the kiss. 

"I could taste myself on you." She giggled.

"You taste amazing." I grinned. "I hope I get to do that to you again."

"That was the single greatest experience of my life, bro. Now let me thank you for it."

Sliding off the counter, my sister pushed me to the ground. I lay back, with my four and a half inch erection sticking up as she got down next to me. She kissed her way down my body, and mimicking me, blew air across the head of my dick. It felt like an electric shock traveling all throughout my body. She looked up and me, and I nodded. Her warm hands began to fondle my balls. Then I felt them removed as her warm mouth came down on me. She breathed on my balls, and her tongue followed her breath. It licked around, before beginning to delicately trace upwards. She licked along and around my shaft, and then all the way up to my head. 

When her warm, wet mouth closed around the head of my dick, I would have sworn I died and went to heaven. Angie's mouth was engulfing the head of my dick, and her hands worked their way back up. One resumed fondling my balls, and the other began to pump my shaft as she sucked me. She slid her tongue over my head, pumping and kneading me all the while, and I lost it. 

"I'm gonna cum!" I shouted, and my sister quickly popped me out of her mouth. She slid her hands up and down my shaft, and I came all over my own stomach and chest. 

"Sorry, Zack" she said, abashedly, "I just really wanted to see you cum." 

She blushed and started to turn away, but I grabbed her and pulled her down on top of me. She squealed and fell over, lying right on top of me, as we began to kiss again. I could feel my cum between our stomachs, and I could taste both of us in our mouths. We lay in our lover's embrace for a while, before breaking the kiss. 

"I think I can forgive you sis. That was the best thing ever. But now I think we need to finish that shower." We both looked down at our bodies, and laughed. As we stood and hopped back into the shower we could not stop laughing. There was nothing funny, but when either of us would threaten to stop laughing, we could catch the other person's eye and break out again. 

Out mirth finally subsided and we stood there, as the water turned the air steamy. Without a word, I drew my baby sister into my arms and held her there. Her head tucked against my shoulder, we embraced for what felt like an eternity as the hot water cascaded over us. 

Eventually, we kissed again, our lips locked and arms around each other. We both snaked our hands up to the other's head and drew them in closer. Our other hands roamed over the other's back. I could feel her delicate fingers on my back as I moved my hand lower and lower. I found her firm ass and grabbed it, squeezing. She squealed into my mouth and slid her own hand down. I chuckled as her ringers tightened around my ass, and we stood there, frozen in time. 

I broke off the kiss and the embrace, turning around. I shut off the water and we stepped out, dripping wet and joyful. We dried off, our warm bodies in close proximity under the one towel, and exited the bathroom with one thought in mind. 

"Dinner?" I asked.

"I'm starving." Angie replied. 

"Let's get some clothes on and go eat." I suggested

"Why bother?" She asked with a mischievous grin "They are coming off again right afterwards" 

"2 reasons; 1, I don't want to spill hot food on my naked body. And 2, I enjoy undressing you." 

"I do like stripping you down." She mused. "I will meet you downstairs."

"You don't need some help getting dressed?" I asked, pretending to be wounded

"It's a surprise for my favorite brother." 

"I'm your only brother."

"Just go make food."

I ruefully shook my head and went to find some clothes. I went downstairs to find something to reheat for dinner and threw it in the microwave. As the food was coming out, I heard my sister behind me in the kitchen. I turned with the food and beheld a glorious sight. She was wearing a white T-shirt and booty shorts, both so tight I would have sworn they were painted on. I could clearly see her black bra and matching panties underneath the material. My exhausted cock twitched in my shorts, and I smiled. 

"Looking gorgeous, as ever, Angie" I said. 

"Do you like it? Is it too revealing?" She asked with a coy grin. 

I grinned back and kissed her as we sat down to eat. After we were done, we went back over to the couch and turned on the TV. I lay down and my baby sister curled up on top of me. After a while watching TV, she reached up and kissed me. I returned the kiss as my hands roamed over her back, ever so gently. I could feel her smile as my fingertips lightly caressed the muscles of her taut back. 

"I really like the way you touch me, Zack." She said with a sigh, breaking off our kiss. 

I smiled and continued to delicately rub my sister. Finally she pulled me partially upright, allowing her to remove my shirt. I sat up and peeled off her shirt, as her hands worked their way up my chest. Suddenly, she pushed my back down and firmly planted her hands on my chest, holding me there. She was sitting right on top of my crotch, wearing her shorts, panties, and bra with me in my shorts and boxers. Then she began to grind her hips into mine, sighing with contentment. 

I pulled my sister back down on top of me, and she brought her mouth back to mine. I opened my lips to admit her tongue and we lay there for a long while. After uncounted time, I began to work my hands lower and lower. I came to the hem of her shorts, and slowly worked them off, exposing her black panties. Without breaking off our kiss, she lifted her hips, and reached down. She grabbed my shorts as I lifted my ass and she slid them off, exposing my green boxers. As I lowered myself back down to the couch, I allowed one hand to wander down to my sister's pert ass. I began to massage her tight butt with one hand, and my other still danced across her back. 

After a while of kissing, touching, and light moaning, I redirected my free hand wandering across her back to the clasp of her bra. I wrestled with the latch before finally unlatching the black cloth and sliding it of off my sister's arms. She kissed me more fiercely as I slid my hand between our chests and wormed my fingers under her bra. I kneaded both her breast and ass as she began to wriggle on top of me. She lifted her chest up just enough for me to slide her bra off the couch, and collapsed back on top of me. One hand still on her ass, my other was now denied access to her beautiful tits. 

I reached up and wrapped my free hand around the back of Angie's head. She twined her fingers through my hair and kissed me so passionately it took my breath away. We were lying there, in just our underwear, making out, and I could not get enough of my sweet little sister. I worked her ass with my hand and her mouth with my tongue. She moved over me more and more, getting increasingly excited. 

After a time, our kiss finally broke. My little sister sat up and placed her hands on my chest to steady herself. I moved both my hands to envelope her tiny tits and began to play with them. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and squeezed her lightly. As I did so, she rocked more and more in my lap. I could feel the warmth and moisture of her pussy through her panties and my boxers. My sister started to moan as I continued to tweak her nipples. The pace of her rocking picked up and I rocked in tandem with her. 




My Sister and I For The First Time Ch. 03



[This is Sunday of a long weekend that was the best of my life. The story is true, and is legal where we live (with regards to age). Don't forget to read the rest of the weekend. Everyone is "over" the age of 18

First off, I am sorry this took so long, life tends to get in the way. I will try to get the last part of the weekend in the next 3 months, but I make no promises. Thank you to all those who had helpful advice for me. If you are planning to leave a comment regarding my poor spelling and grammatical convections, you may as well save your time, this was not written to be a showcase of my linguistic skills.] 

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I stirred and felt something unusual. A warm body was in the bed next to me. My eyes fluttered, and my memories of the past two days returned. I smiled and sighed with satisfaction as I opened my eyes and looked at the beautiful, young girl in my bed. My sister was still asleep, sprawled on her back under my blanket, in nothing but a baggy white T-shirt and a pair of blue lacy panties. I could feel my cock stir in my red and black patterned boxers and bent down to kiss my new lover. She had always been a heavy sleeper, and didn't ever stir as I planted my lips on hers. 

I moved my hand down to her thigh and began to rub her soft legs. My little sister began to stir slightly, moving her legs apart just slightly. I ran my fingers over her panties, softly, and moved down on the bed. I placed my head between her firm thighs and stared at her. The panties were lacy, and almost see-through. There was a small wet spot in the center, and I ran my fingers along it, determined to make it grow. Her eyes still closed, I could hear my sister's breathing getting slightly faster as I rubbed her. 

Unable to take it anymore, I leaned down and pushed my sister's panties to the side. My tongue fluttered out and slowly up, over her exposed pussy. I licked her as she began to moan in her sleep. The noises she was making were amazingly cute, and that made them all the more attractive. I flicked my tongue all over her and then traced up to her clit. I lightly flicked my tongue over the swollen area, and I could see the ripple of pleasure arc along my sister's body. As it reached her head her eyes fluttered open. She looked down at me and a dreamy smile broke over her sleepy face. 

"What a wakeup call." Angie said. 

"Good morning baby sister." I replied, extracting my face from her pussy. 

"That is it, Zack. That it is." 

She chuckled as I wriggled up the bed and, lying on top of her, planted a kiss on her lips. We lay there, embracing, as she tried to blink the sleep from her eyes. I finally started to move back down, planting kisses on her neck and collarbone. My hand traced the soft lines of her body, and came to rest at the hem of her shirt. I slid my fingers under and pulled up, Angie raising her back as I did so. I kissed down her ribs and on to her A cup breasts. Her nipples could have cut glass as I took one in my mouth and rolled the other between my fingers. Switching back and forth, I had my sister gasping within a matter of minutes. I kissed down, planting my lips all over her lower stomach until I reached the elastic band of her panties. I reached underneath her and slowly raised up her ass, sliding her light blue lacy panties off her long legs. 

I paused before resuming my work to admire my sister's pussy. I had just shaved it yesterday and it looked amazing. I could smell her arousal from where I was, and I decided to not torment her any longer than I needed to this time. After all, it is the duty of an older brother to look after the needs of his baby sister. I leaned back down, and placed my mouth back over her clit. I worked her in and out of my mouth, using my tongue as often as my lips. Her gasps became moans and groans. One hand went up to her pert breasts, fondling the nipples, and her hands went down to me head, twining through my hair. She forced my head down harder and I responded with relish, licking more and more fervently. 

I slid my free hand up, caressing her soft thigh, and ran my finger along the entrance to my sister. She was soaking wet, and I could feel the heat rolling off her in waves. She moaned, and I could tell that she wanted me to insert the digit. I obliged, sliding my finger deep into my sister and licked her clit. The combined attention of my finger and mouth was too much for the beauty sprawled on my bed. She released my head and choked in enough air to gasp. 

"Oh God! Yes! Fuck yes! God! Yes! No! Stop! Zack, I need you inside me!" 

I had never in my entire life, either before or since, heard anything so perfectly amazing. I don't think I ever could ever feel better than I did at that exact moment. I couldn't think, could only act. I reached down, dropping my red and black boxers to the bed and moved up, in position to enter my sister. The head of my four and a half inch cock was at the entrance to her pussy, and brother and sister became one. 

As I slid into Angie, it was like nothing I had ever experienced. There are so many clichés about never forgetting your first, but the memory was burned into me forever. If I could choose one moment in my life to live again, it would be that moment when my little sister and I lost our virginities to each other. That instant lasted an eternity, and obliterated everything but pleasure. 

My sister was amazingly warm and tight and wet and silky and it almost felt like she was sucking me deeper into her. I lay on top of her, unable to move for the sheer pleasure coursing through me, frozen propped up on my hands and my cock buried inside of my lover's pussy. I slowly moved back a few inches and then forward. My sister grunted with appreciation. I slid back again and then plunged deep inside, and her back arched. On the third thrust I pulled almost all the way out, just the head of my dick inside her. I thrust all the way back in, and she came. 

She shouted wordlessly, and the walls of her pussy clamped down on my dick. That was far too much for me, and I blasted my load deep into my little sister. Spent, I collapsed on top of her, still buried in her pussy, and my head tucked into her shoulder. For several seconds, neither of us could move, and we just basked in the pleasure rolling over us. Drawing in a shuddering breath, I leaned in and kissed my sister again. Suddenly, I was jolted ridged by a horrifying thought.

"Holy shit sis, I didn't have a condom on." I choked out. 

"Relax Zack," came the lazy reply "Mom has had me on the pill for a little while. Not for sex, other reasons. Don't ask" 

"Holy shit." I gasped, collapsing back down on top of her, relief and pleasure mixed indistinguishably. 

I kissed her again, and felt my cock stir again. The benefit of youth being recovery time, I had not gone fully soft, still buried in my first pussy for the first time. I looked down, and then back her eyes. A coy smile flitted over my sister's face and she moved her hips in what would have been a suggestive manner, if I was not already buried inside of her. My cock was fully erect and still engulfed by the greatest thing on the planet. I slid back and felt my sister shudder at my removal, and then again, harder, at my reentry. 

I thrust back and forth into my baby sister again, each time eliciting new sounds of pleasure from the young girl writhing under me. Her hips lifted slightly, and she began to move in time with me. Each time I plunged back into her, I was almost overwhelmed by waves of pleasure that seemed to roll through me. I leaned down and brought my face to my sister's. Her breathing was ragged, and her eyes were closed, a look of ecstasy on her face. I leaned down to kiss her again as I thrust deep back inside of her. Our lips and hips met at the same time, and her eyes shot open. They rolled back into her head, and her thrusting increased. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck me big brother! Fuck me! I'm gonna cum! Make your little sister cum! Fuck me!" 

The ecstasy on her face was replaced with utter bliss. With a final inarticulate squeal, Angie launched into another orgasm. She screamed more loudly than any young girl should have been able to, and her entire body tightened. Her toes curled underneath her, her fingers grasped the sheet, every muscle in her body went rigid, and her pussy seized me so tightly I couldn't think. 

The shock of my sister's filthy language, the ear splitting scream, my increased sensitivity from earlier, and the mind-shattering pussy I was locked in was more than any mortal could have withstood, and I painted the inside of my lover with my cum. 

I collapsed, utterly insensate, with only enough presence of mind to fall slightly to the side and not directly on top of my sister. The only sounds for the next few minutes were the two of us breathing, more and more steadily. I finally rolled over to my side, pulling my now soft cock out of its first pussy, and releasing a veritable flood of our juices. My sister hardly noticed, still lost in her own private world. I stretched out next to her on the bed, and she laid her head on my chest. I wrapped one arm around her, and we lay in silence, basking in love. 

Both of us were covered in sweat, slowly drying into salty ridges, and utterly content. Even if I had been able to move, why would I have? There was nowhere else in the universe I would rather be than right there, with my perfect little sister. 

After interminable time, Angie finally stirred and looked up at me. She looked exhausted and utterly spent, but happier than I had ever seen her. With a tremendous effort, she flipped over to her side, and lay facing me. I heaved myself and mirrored her. She smiled slowly but brilliantly, and leaned in to kiss me, her every move bespeaking fatigue. I returned the kiss, and could almost tangibly feel the joy in the room. 

"That was the greatest feeling ever, Zack. Thank you." 

"Hell yes." I sighed back at her. 

"Sorry about what I said. I don't know where that came from." she looked abashed, and her eyes flitted away from mine. 

"Are you kidding me? That was super fucking hot." I drew her eyes up to mine so she could see the sincerity and desire in them. 

"I love you Zack." she said, looking directly at me.

"I love you back." I replied, planting a kiss on her forehead. 

Her hand crept to my chest and began to trace lightly over my stomach, chest, and arm. I grinned, and drew her closer to me, feeling our skin almost touch. As we moved together, a wave of our passion leaked out of her pussy on to her leg and the bed below. She looked down, chuckling. 

"I think you may need to wash you sheet bro." she said with a tired grin. 

"A small price to pay for perfection" 

I returned the smile and traced my hands across her firm body. One hand lightly touched her breast, and the other found the firm curve of her ass. Angie's eyes were closed and as I lightly touched her nipple, a grimace flicked over her face almost too quick to catch. 

"What's wrong sis?" I asked, my brow furrowing with concern. 

"It's nothing." She said brusquely. 

"Come on. I know you better than that. What's bothering you? Let me help you." I pulled her tightly into me as I spoke. 

"It's just that... I can't" and to my shock, my sister broke down sobbing. She was barely able to choke out her problem. "You make me feel so amazing...and I love you so much...and you are always making me feel good...and I feel like I am never returning the favor...and I am just too exhausted and sore to continue for now...I need a break." With a final sob, she made to turn away from me. 

I grabbed her chin and forced her eyes right into mine. "First and foremost: I love you, and I would never want to do anything that made you feel bad. Anything that made you feel bad could never make me feel good. Second: we are not in a competition, and we are not keeping score. Third: you do plenty for me. Forth: I like making you happy, it makes me happy. And fifth: I need a break as well. I feel wrung out."

My sister saw the truth and love in my eyes, and then new tears leaked out of her eyes. These were good tears, though, tears of appreciation and joy and happiness and love. She embraced me and we kissed once more. 

We lay in bed, facing each other, our bodies intertwined and our lips pressed together with a burning desire. Tears still leaked out of her eyes, and to my surprise, they found a mirror in mine. Our kiss broke, but we made no move apart, and I held my baby sister as tight as I could. We lay there, staring into each other's eyes, saying everything without speaking a word. I smiled at her, and she smiled back and sighed with satisfaction. 

We must have both dozed off; exhausted as we were, because the next thing I knew, I was waking up back under the blanket with my sister spooning against me. I became aware of her tight ass cheeks on my spent cock, and made a valiant effort to distract myself from my new lover. I was unsuccessful, for she consumed every aspect of my mind. I finally gave up and lay my hand on her upper arm. She stirred slightly, and I began to stroke the hair that reached midway down her back. A look of contentment settled on her features as her eyes opened. 

"Do you know what would make life better than waking up in your arms?" Angie asked me

"What's that?" 

"Waking up in your arms every day." 

I smiled, even though she couldn't see it, and leaned in to plant a kiss on her cheek. She sighed happily as my lips pressed to her soft flesh, and I could just see the outline of a smile. 

"We need to be careful though." I cautioned "I am fairly sure either mom or dad would kill us they found out." 

"They both work a ton, and we will be careful around them. I'm willing to chance it. How about you bro?" 

"Do you really need to ask?" I lazily responded. 

She chuckled and shook her head. I looked over at the clock and realized that it was almost 3 pm. My stomach protested and I groaned as I stretched my overworked muscles. Angie was in the same state, sore all over and filthy. I was only just beginning to realize how much we both stank. 

"Shower first, then food?" I asked

"I don't know if I can even move. You wore me out, bro." she playfully swatted at me as she said it. 

"How about a bath? Mom and dad have that big tub in their room." 

"Sounds good. Just let give me a sec to get up." 

It took the better part of ten minutes for Angie to stir and force herself to sit up. As the blanket slid off of our bodies, the coolness of the room slapped us both. We dragged ourselves down to our parent's bath room and turned the hot water up. As we waited for the tub to fill, my sister slouched her back against my chest and shivered. I wrapped her in my arms, and pulled her tight, sharing the warmth of our bodies. 

All too soon, the tub was full and we broke apart, sliding into the warm water at opposite ends. My feet were by her head and vice versa, and she looked across our bodies at me. A playful simile touched her lips, and she dragged my feet over to her chest. She began to massage my feet, something I had never experienced before, and slid her own up to me. I replied in kind, and we sat there, relaxing. 

When most of the soreness had faded from my body, I released her feet and pulled mine away. She looked disappointed, but only until I spread my legs and beckoned for her to move up between them. She slid up to me, turning around, and lay back, her back on my chest and her head on my shoulder. I grabbed a washcloth and body wash and began to clean my dirty little sister. 

I washed her long tight legs, those lean arms, and her flat stomach and firm back slowly, enjoying the feeling of my soapy hands running over her body. I finally reached her tender breasts and could feel her shiver despite the warm water. 

I was as light as I could be, epically on her nipples, and I knew she appreciated it. The light shudders passing through her were both pain and pleasure, and I hurried to finish. I finally worked the soapy cloth down towards her legs, and I felt them part in response. Angie laid her head back and closed her eyes, her face locked in a determined expression. I stopped and looked at her. 

"Still super tender sis?" I asked, concerned. 

"Mm-hmm." She replied through clenched lips. 

"I'll finish you up later. Let me do your hair."

"Then I get to clean you, right?" 

I grinned down and nodded. She leaned forward so I could wash her long, beautiful chocolate hair and closed her eyes again as I massaged her scalp. When the last bit of her hair was wrung out, she twisted around and kissed me deeply. I replied with equal fervor, and then she spun fully around, dragging me forward as she slid back. She hit the edge of the tub and motioned for me to spin around and lay back against her. I did so, and soon felt the soapy cloth all over my body. She deliberately left my cock alone, and between the warmth of the water and the hands on my body, I was soon hard again. 

She teased me, rubbing her way almost to the base of my erection, and then sliding away. She leaned me forward to wash my hair and then had me lay back on her soft chest. The washcloth was now on my lower stomach, and it slid lower until it brushed my hard cock. 

"One more Zack?" Angie asked me, sweetly.

"I couldn't say no to you, even if I wanted to, sis. But let's make this the last one for a while, I am almost completely drained." 

Her warm hand tightened around the cloth, and she began to work the soapy thing up and down my shaft and head. Her chin came to rest on my shoulder, and she looked over so she could see both her handiwork and my reaction to it. Her other hand worked its way down, and began to cup and fondle my balls. I jerked at the sudden wave of pleasure and could hear my sister chuckling evilly. I felt a familiar tightness in my balls, and could feel my body tighten up in anticipation. 

"Holy shit sis, that's so good. I'm gonna cum."

"Do it. Cum for you little sister." She said, tossing aside the cloth to pump me with her bare hand. 

I shot my load as she squeezed my balls, and could feel my whole body rise up. Her hands continued to pump my shaft, working to force every last drop of cum out of me. I collapsed back down on to my sister and heaved in great breaths as she released me. I finally turned around and thanked her by grasping her mouth with my own. 

We kissed for a long time, then I grabbed the washcloth to finish cleaning her. She smiled wearily, and flinched slightly as I probed her aching pussy. With utmost delicacy, I cleaned her, and to reward her for being so brave, resumed kissing her sweet lips. We lay there, embracing and kissing until the water lost all its warmth. Finally, we hauled ourselves out and toweled off, heading to our respective rooms to change and then get some food. 

Throwing on whatever was within easy reach, I once again found myself heating up food in the kitchen. The food was ready as Angie walked in, wearing another baggy shirt and black tights in the place of pants. They were tight enough that I could see faintly the dark blue panties beneath them. We sat on the couch, eating and cuddling before turning back on the TV. We spent most of the day there, watching whatever came on next, and not paying any attention to it. 

The day slipped by in contentment as we sat around doing nothing but stealing looks and occasionally kisses. Hours later, I still lay sprawled on the couch, my sister's warm body wrapped up in mine. I was fairly sure she had dozed off, but I couldn't see for certain and didn't want to check, lest I accidently wake her. I basked in the warmth radiating from her body and the yielding softness of her flesh as my hand rested on her arm. I breathed deeply the scent of Angie and closed my eyes in joy. 




My Sister and I For The First Time Ch. 04



This is the fourth and final installment in this series, taking place on Monday. I am sorry that this story took so long to write, but it is finally here.

This is the culmination of the series up to this point, and it is true to the best of my abilities. I hope you enjoy it.

*****

I woke up sticky, sweaty, smelly, sore, and smiling. Each of those could be directly traced to the beautiful young woman whose bed I was currently sharing. As I came fully awake, I noticed my sister had her hand wrapped around my cock and was pumping away. She saw my eyes open, or maybe heard the breath catch in my throat and looked up from her handiwork. I opened my mouth to speak, but her lips fell lightly fell across mine, stopping my words. 

Her hands rose up to my chest and she rolled her slight weight on top of me. Her hips rose, her knees fell and her hand trailed back down to my cock. She positioned me and slid down, excruciatingly slowly. The feeling of slipping inside my sister that slowly was almost more than I could take. I almost came right there and then, but finally, she stopped moving. 

I was completely unable to move, waves of pleasure arcing through my body. Her lips had a little smile on them, an indication that she knew what she was doing to me and she was in control. The look in her eyes though, that was of wild lust, just barely contained. She shuddered on top of me, sending a spasm of pleasure racing through me. In response I twitched inside of her. 

The wildness of the lust broke through whatever meager control she had remaining. She began to ride me, pulling up until just the head of my cock was still inside her and then slamming down. Faster and faster she moved, and my hands rose to her hips. I grabbed her hips with the intention of slowing her down to enjoy this moment more. My hands moved of their own volition, and instead of slowing her down, they began to raise and slam down my sister with wild abandon. I could feel my hips thrusting in time with her down strokes, and every movement sent shivers and twitches through my sister. 

I reached back, gripping her firm ass, and used the leverage to drive her down harder onto me in time with her thrusts. With wild abandon we both did our best to pleasure the other even more than they were pleasuring us, both of us failing in such a way that no one lost. The feeling of thrusting all the way out of her and then almost all the way back out in a heartbeat was exquisite. 

Her breath was coming in short gasps and her eyes rolled back in her head. The warm tightness wrapped around my cock further still, and I could feel that I would not last much longer. Thrusting down all the way, my sister let out a wordless scream and came. The feeling tossed me over the edge, and I joined her in climaxing. The feeling of her clamping me tightly as she shook in pleasure was matched only by the feeling of blasting my cum deep into my sister. Her orgasm heightened my own, and that in turn made me cum harder, heightening her orgasm even more in loop of increasing pleasure. 

The young body on top of me froze then, her face locked in exquisite pleasure and she tightened around my cock as she spammed. The irresistible force that was my sister's pussy squeezed every drop of cum out of my body, and I joyously parted with it. She finally drew in several long, shuddering breaths, and almost fell on top of me. 

Her hands encircled my head and she planted her lips on mine. The kiss we shared seemed to last forever, and I didn't mind. An eternity in this heaven would have been alright in my book. Unfortunately, eternity ended rather too soon, as my sister broke off our kiss and levered herself slightly up to look into my eyes. 

"Good morning Zack." She said, eyes unfocused yet smiling. 

"Good morning Angie." I replied, drinking in every detail. "You look tired." I added, all mock innocence.

"Your fault." She said wearily, collapsing down onto me.

I shook my head, amused, and inhaled the scents coming off my baby sister. There was arousal coming off where I was still buried in her, sweat all over her body, and the faint soap and shampoo smells from the previous day. I wrapped my arms around her back and felt the delicate bones rise and fall. With a shock, I realized she had fallen asleep on top of me. With the utmost delicacy, I reached over and drew the blanket on top of us, planted a kiss on the top of my sister's head, and settled in to watch over her, as is the job of any big brother. 

I was still awake when Angie started to stir. I had found myself lacking both the ability and the desire to sleep. As she awoke, she sat up, still on top of me, and stretched luxuriously. The move caused her pert breasts to jut forward, and I couldn't help myself. I reached up and playfully but firmly tweaked both her nipples. She jumped slightly and swatted my hands away. Rolling her eyes, she glanced down ruefully at me. 

"I suppose I should have seen that one coming." She shook her head

I chuckled and smirked up at her as she looked down, all mock sternness. She shivered as the cooler air of the room wound itself around her slim body, her look breaking off. I reached the back of her head and drew her down, suddenly and fiercely. Our mouths opened and our lips locked with intense passion. For a few seconds, my sister's warm lips on mine were all the world. Our kiss broke, and I sighed with satisfaction. 

"I don't know about you, but I need some food. And a shower." I said lazily to the beautiful body on top of me. I sniffed "Actually, I do know that you need a shower." She rolled her eyes. 

"Fine, but I'm wrung out right now. Why don't you take a shower and I'll meet you downstairs later." She did look exceptionally weary as she said that, so I agreed. 

I showered by myself for the first time in several days, and it took me all of ten seconds to wish Angie was there with me. After I got out, I went back to her room, but her door was locked. I didn't bother trying to get her to let me in, but went back to my room and got dressed. I didn't put on anything fancy, just regular pants and an old well worn T-shirt. I made food, and by the time I was done I could hear the shower running. I put on a movie, and was flipping through the trailers for movies that had come out years before when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Angie walked down wearing a loose dark blue skirt that came down to her knees and a purple top that I had always liked. 

We ate sitting on the couch, and afterwards she curled up against me, and I draped my arm around her, just like we always did. Hours passed in an unhurried and uneventful blur, full of watching movies, doing laundry, and briefly kissing. 

Eventually, we kissed again, but this time it was not so brief. Passion transcended language and was communicated purely through the moans that her mouth could produce around my tongue, and mine around hers. I could smell the musky scent of her desire mounting, and I moved to help her with it. 

I slid down off the couch onto the floor, and between my sister's legs. They opened at my presence, revealing the pink panties hidden in the shadow of the skirt. I could already see a small wet spot on them, and I slid my hands along her thighs on the way to make it larger. I ran one fingertip along her slit and went back to her legs. Then I went back in with two fingers. After that, I ran the fingers up and down harder, still teasing, and making her wet spot grow all the time. 

Angie's breathing was shallow and her head was lolled back on the couch. I slid a finger into her panties, and slid them to the side, exposing her soaking wet slit. I ran my fingertips lightly up and down again and again. I rubbed her harder, and then brought my other hand up to flick her clit. She gasped and whimpered, and I moved in for the kill. 

I slid my head between her firm, warm legs and up to her soft, warm pussy. My tongue flicked out and, tantalizingly slowly, I drew it up her length. I stopped just short of her clit, and reversed direction. I could hear the disappointed sounds intermixed with the appreciative ones, but I still didn't finish her off. 

I slid one hand up to her small breasts, and began to knead one through her shirt and bra. I slid the other one up her legs as I moved my mouth up on her slit. I licked my way up higher and higher, until I found her hard clit inter my tongue. I slid a finger inside of my sister, and I licked her fiercely. I felt her hands reaching down, scrambling to find my head between her thighs, but they were stymied by her skirt. To distract her, I worked both her breast and pussy harder with my hands, and her legs began to lift up. 

"God! Fuck! God! Oh Fuck! Fuck" I heard, before her thighs clamped down around my head, blocking off my ears. 

I licked fiercely, and worked my finger inside of her as I felt her orgasm beginning. Her legs clamped my head so tightly I felt like my skull was going to split, and I didn't mind for one second. Angie's entire body trembled, pleasuring following pleasure as her orgasms continued. She held me so tightly, and for so long, what I felt like I was about to pass out from lack of air when her shaking finally gave way to minor trembling and her legs relaxed slightly. I pulled my head back an inch, took two deep breaths rich with the smells of the pleasure I had just coaxed out of my little sister, and dove back in. 

I was single minded in my dedication to give her as much pleasure as possible. I licked, sucked, flicked, kneaded, fingered, and whatever else I could think of to give her another orgasm. It was not long in coming, and then she was gasping out my name in between her incredibly fast and small breaths. 

Her legs locked around my head again as I coaxed her body into the maximum pleasure. Her hips bucked up, into my face as her back arched, and her entire ass lifted off the couch, her weight on my shoulders. 

Finally she came down from the euphoric high and slid, almost bonelessly, onto the couch. I gave her pussy one last kiss, causing her to twitch, and slid out from between her legs and back next to her. 

"How you doing?" I asked, grinning.

Her breath was coming in long ragged gasps, and her eyes were completely unfocused, and she didn't even seem to hear my question. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and lucidity returned to her gaze. Without warning, she launched herself at me, knocking me backwards onto the couch as she fell on top of me. She kissed me with a passionate, almost desperate, hunger. It took me by surprise, but I responded in kind, trying to put all my love into that kiss. 

"Fucking amazing." Angie growled, in response to my question, once he had lifted her head enough to allow the passage of words between us. "How is it that every time you make me cum it is the best experience of my life?" 

"Because I love you?" I said, making it a question.

"Good answer" A warm smile broke over her face, and she drew me into another long kiss. "I like tasting myself on you bro." She giggled after we had broken off. 

"That's fortunate. I like tasting you myself." I replied with a grin, inordinately pleased with myself. 

"What do you think bro? Should we go dirty my sheets one more time before we need to clean them?" She asked me.

I smirked in answer and drew her off of me. Upstairs, in her bedroom, our lips met again, and she threw her weight at me. The bed swept out my legs as I stepped back, and I ended up sitting upright, with my sister in my lap. We embraced tightly, but we needed to be closer than clothing would allow. Angie leaned back, and reached down to my waist, grabbing the hem of my shirt. She yanked it off, and I followed her lead, gently persuading her clothing it had no business being in the way. She had on a gray bra with little black hearts patterned on it. She rested her head softly on my shoulder and sighed contentedly. 

I kissed the back of her head. My hands lightly traced their way up and down the curves of her back, until they came to the clasp of her bra. I unclasped the garment, and slid it off her small frame, pushing her back slightly as I did so. I bent me head down to her nipples, and slipped one into my mouth. She let out a moan and twined her fingers through my hair. I sucked and licked the tiny buds, alternating between them equally for a time before returning my mouth to my sister's. 

Our lips clasped tightly, allowing only muffled moans to escape from between them. My arms were tight around my sister's back, and hers were tighter around mine. Our bare chests rubbed together, her now diamond hard nipples traced cool lines from my saliva across my chest. Her hips circled slowly as we embraced, and occasionally gave a buck. Slowly, my lips moved down the warm softness of her body. I kissed all the way down to the dark blue skirt still wrapped around her waist. I eased my sister out of it, feeling her firm ass beneath my hands as I did, and slowly drew it down her long, tight legs. 

Her panties were still sodden from earlier, and I clung to her curves even more tightly than I ever could. They still smelled of desire, and I breathed deeply that pure scent that we had made together. I gently rubbed her through the wet panties, and lightly pulled them off. Every time I saw her naked pussy, it conspired to be even more beautiful than the last time, and I couldn't help but planting a kiss on it. 

Suddenly, she sprang at me, knocking me back onto the bed and landing on top of me. She planted a quick kiss on my lips, and then wriggled down to my feet. I felt her delicate fingers unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, then wrapping around their waist. I lifted my ass up, allowing her to pull my pants off. He hand came to rest on my white and blue boxers, on top of my fully erect cock. She rubbed up and down my length and looked up to gauge my reaction. 

I nodded my approval, and Angie slipped her left hand into the fly of my boxers. The delicate touch of her left hand on my balls contrasted brilliantly with the rougher friction of her right hand, still stroking me through the boxers. She smirked at the look on my face, and drew my cock out of my fly and ran her fingers up the shaft. I let out a sigh of appreciation, and with the utmost delicacy, her fingertips ran over the head of my dick. I twitched in response and my sister grinned and planted a kiss there. 

She bent her head, her hair falling down and creating a screen to block my view of what was happening, and wrapped her lips around the head of my dick. I felt her hand cradle my balls, and her other stroking my legs, my stomach, my shaft, and anywhere else it could reach. I felt her tongue her tongue working around my head, and then her lips started to move down, ever so slowly. 

Up and down went her head, and up and up went my pleasure. The warm confines I was trapped in were something I never wanted to escape from, and the hand playing with my balls made it all the more intense. Her tongue curled around the underside of my dick and head, sending a spasm through my body. I could feel the vibrations of her chuckle transmitted though my body, and she did it again and again, until I couldn't bear the pressure. My breathing was getting faster and faster, and then it caught in my throat. She pulled back until just my head was in her mouth, and pumped my shaft while still playing with my balls. 

I couldn't help it, not that I wanted to, and I came in my sister's mouth. My body went rigid, and I could feel my balls tightening and releasing, as I came again and again. Her mouth slid back to the head of my dick, and her hands, on by balls and shaft, guided my cum out of my body, into hers. 

After my body was expended, my sister crawled back on top of me and merged her lips with mine. She kissed me deeply and sighed, her whole body relaxing. I looked at her, and her eyes slid up to meet mine. A warm smile stretched itself our two faces and I lay there a while, pondering the voyage that we had been on this weekend. It had been an interesting few days, to say the least, and I had thoroughly enjoyed them. For a long while we lay basking in the simple pleasure of contact. 

"A hell of a weekend, wasn't it sis?" I asked her, wrapping my arms around her back and pulling her in tight to my chest. 

"Not bad," She replied with a chuckle, "not bad at all."

She looked so beautiful laying on top of me, fatigue and contentment mixed behind her eyes, that I felt my cock twitch. I knew she must have felt it, but she just shifted up to kiss me again. Her small breasts pressing on my chest inflamed my desire further, and I squeezed her tightly as we continued to kiss. I broke off the kiss and smiled again. 

"You are beautiful, Angie. I want you to know that." I said, meeting her eyes. 

"Thanks Zack. That means a lot to me." She said softly, a blush rising to her cheeks as she glanced away. "You are really ... beautiful? handsome? Whatever" she chuckled "I like looking at you. Yea, that works." She laughed and I laughed with her. 

As she did, her hips moved slightly, and we both became aware of my cock, erect again, pressed flat between our stomachs. My sister's eyes flicked down to confirm what she already knew, and then shifted back to mine. A smile of equal parts tender affection, wicked intention, and primal desire appeared and found a mirror in my face. She leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips. 

Angie smiled as she did so, and her hand moved down. She grabbed my cock and sat up on top of me. Lifting her body, she positioning me properly, and slowly shifting downwards, sliding me slowly inside her waiting warm wetness. It was the most exquisite form of torture I could possibly have conceived of. The time it took her to lower herself ever so slowly was an eternity that ended all too soon, but not soon enough. 

The sensation of being inside of my sister was even more fantastic that it usually was, and it seemed that I could feel every nerve in my body celebrating the feeling with me. My hands found their way to her hips as she began to move ever so slowly up and down on me. I gripped her, but did nothing to alter her pace or the force she was moving with. I just matched it perfectly, my eyes not leaving hers. 

Her hands reached down and, finding mine, twined our fingers. I gripped her hand as she pitched her body forwards, still maintaining her tantalizing pace. For several minutes, my entire world was restricted to my sister: her hands wrapped in mine, my cock wrapped in her, our eyes wrapped in each other's. I began to move slightly faster. 

"I. Fucking. Love. Being. In. You." I grunted, each word in time with another thrust. She bent down and kissed me deeply, still moving slowly up and down my cock. 

"I fucking love you in me." Came the gasped reply. "You feel so fucking good."

Eventually, her hands released mine, and she slid backwards. Her right hand reached up and brushed her hair out of her face and over her left ear. Her left hand traveled downwards and found my balls. Her pace unchanging, she began to lightly run her fingers over my balls, before gripping them firmly. 

The wave of pleasure raced through me, tensing all my body, and my sister smiled. I smiled back at her, to let her know to keep going, but she did not. Instead she leaned back even more, still facing me, and gripped my knees for support. Her amazingly slow movements up and down felt even better, and I saw her eyes flutter closed. Even without this clue, I could tell she liked this position, as her pussy clamped even more tightly around me, and her movements grew more rapid and wild. 

On every stroke, I could feel my cock grinding against rougher smoothness at the front of her pussy. My hands, which had been uselessly lying next to me on the bed, began to slowly and lightly trace their way up the body bobbing increasingly quickly on top of me. I found the small mounds on her chest, and began to run my fingers all over them. I grabbed bother nipples and twisted. 




My Sister and I Go Swimming



I had just finished college and I was about to move and start a new job. My parents urged me to pay a visit home before I left for my new career. I did as they asked and I arrived to find my sister home. Jennie was now nineteen and she had grown up. She was no longer the flat chested girl I once knew. My sister had filled out. She now had big breasts and I had to admire them. Jennie said she knew of a lake were we could go swimming, about an hour from our home. I figured it couldn't hurt to get caught up with my sister.

The next day we drove to this lake. It was secluded and we seemed to be the only people there that day. We gathered up our belongings and walked down to the beach. My sister shed the shawl she was wearing and I got to see Jennie in her small bikini. We set our beach gear down and we went into the water. We swam a few minutes and then we walked back to our possessions. Jennie's bikini was clinging to her body. I could clearly see camel toe pushing through her bikini bottom.

"You know I really missed you these past years," my sister told me.

I told her I missed her as well. We had to be standing just a few feet from each other. My cock was stirring in my trunks as I looked over my sister. I could see my sister was gazing at my bulge. I don't know what came over me. I walked over to my sister and I took her in my arms. To my surprise Jennie didn't fight me. We were soon kissing each other passionately. I reached around and unsnapped Jennie's bikini top. Her tits came spilling out. 

I had to see all of her. I reached down and pulled her bikini bottom off as well. It was just as I thought. My sister was shaved down completely. I shed my trunks and there we stood naked before each other. I led Jennie over to our beach blankets and I made her lie down. I knelt in between her thighs and I started to kiss her firm breasts.

"Oh my God Jeff," my sister cried out.

I sucked on each of her nipples and I was fingering her damp pussy. I just couldn't control myself anymore. I lifted my sister's legs up and I guided my hard prick to her opening. My sister gave me this look of passion and I entered her tight hole. Jennie let out this cry as I slowly fed her my dick. I pushed in until I was buried completely and I let Jennie feel my erect member. My sister's pussy was going into convulsions. I couldn't delay anymore. 

I started to stroke my sister's wet quim with all I had. It was so quiet out there at the lake. All you could hear was skin hitting skin as I fucked my sister as deeply as was possible. Jennie told me to release her legs and she wrapped them around my back. Jennie squeezed me hard as I fed her every inch of my hard bone. I know how crazy it all sounds. There I was fucking my sister raw. I didn't even know if she was on birth control or not. 

"Fuck me hard Jeff," my sister kept pleading to me.

I drove my cock in as far and as hard as I could. Jennie's muscles had me in a tight grip. Her pussy was convulsing as we fucked there on the beach. Time seemed to pass us by. I'm not sure how long we went at it. I just knew I was getting close to letting go. I couldn't bring myself to pull out. I grunted a few times and then arched my back. I erupted inside my sister's pussy. Jennie's body shook as I flooded her belly with all my hot juices. My sister gripped my waist as I kept giving her all my seed.

I didn't stop stroking my sister until it felt like the tank was empty. In a few minutes I started going soft. I slowly withdrew my drained prick and Jennie pulled me down to her face and we kissed once more.

"I always dreamed about us," my sister told me.

I could hardly believe my sister had sexual thoughts about me. I finally pulled away and Jennie got to her feet. She walked away and pushed my cum from her pussy. When she came back She got next to me and I kissed her hard nipples. We talked and we told each other of our feelings. The beach lost its appeal after our lovemaking session. We ended up driving back after only being at the lake a couple of hours.

I was only going to stay at my parents a few days. Each morning after my parents went to work, Jennie and I made love. One thing I did find out was that Jennie was not taking birth control pills. I told her to immediately go and see a doctor about that. We did fuck repeatedly. A few days we drove out to a wooded site. We laid out a few blankets and then stripped out of our clothes. I fucked my sister in every position imaginable. Jennie liked to mount me and ride my stiff prick. She would bounce up and down my cock as I pushed up and gave her everything I had.

The time had come for me to leave. That morning we fucked one last time. Jennie got on all fours and I fed her my cock. Jennie's tits hung down as I pounded her hard. I wanted her to remember this last time as we didn't know when we would get together next. We ended up having our orgasms together that day. I squirted my hot cum deep inside Jennie's womb. Jennie said she would try and hold my seed inside her for as long as she could. 

Jennie was besides herself. She wanted to know when we could see each other next. I told her to let me get settled in my new job and then she could come and stay with me. I kissed my sister after we fucked and then got cleaned up. As I drove off, all I could think of was needing my sister's pussy as soon as was possible.



My Sister and I: Love Twice Over



Author's note: This story is in fact based partially off my own life. I do have an older sister that I love very much, and did have a bit of a crush on when I was younger. She is at least partially the template for Elizabeth. However, while writing the story, her character, and mine, started to move away from the reality of the situation, and enter new realms that I personally think are better anyway. All that said, some of this story is true, and some is fantasy. I'll let you decide what is what.

This is my first submission, so please let me know what you think.

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I'm Austin. This story takes place when I was 18 years old, and about to begin my senior year of high school. I'm 6 feet tall and relatively muscular and fit from wrestling. My sister Elizabeth was 22, and about to begin her final year at a nearby college, only 20 miles from our hometown. She is 5'9", has shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and a tight body from years of soccer playing. She is tan, has 34C breasts, and an ass so tight you could bounce a quarter off of it. And so begins our story....

The end of summer. It is the time dreaded by almost all students; you feel like there is little time left to you, and wish to make the most of it. This was especially true in my case. I had had a good summer, full of beach time and outdoor programs, earning my permit, and in general, wasting time. But now it was drawing to a close, and there were still tasks to be accomplished. Filling my entire mind was my sister, Elizabeth, who I was infatuated with.

It began when we were younger, and I was in the midst of the confusing whirl of puberty, discovering what I liked, what I didn't, etc. One day I turned around at the pool, and it hit me all at once when I saw her wet body glistening in the sunlight: my sister was beautiful! It shattered the ice; it caused my desire to destroy the tenuous hold of the taboo. Since that day, my sister had a special role in my life. She is the template to which I compare all other girls, the greatest--and furthest--desire of my life.

But here we were, years later, and I was no further along the path to my sister than I had been before. She was returning to college in four weeks, and I got the growing feeling that my window of opportunity with her was shrinking rapidly. I knew that now was the time for action, or it would never happen. Unfortunately, my own inhibitions, doubts, and the stranglehold of taboo, seemed determined to prevent me doing anything.

We were spending two weeks at the beach in the last part of summer, and it was driving me insane!

Not only did I have the increasing feeling that I was rapidly running out of time, but beach time with the family is torture! Its not that I don't like the beach; its one of my favorite places in the world. But spending all that time with my sister, often when she covered only by a thin layer of skimpy material, is enough to make anyone crazy.

One day, out on the beach, I was out in the water, bodysurfing, when I noticed my sister coming out onto the beach. I returned to the beach to get my fill of ogling. We sat together on the water line, digging for periwinkles. I sat next to her, watching her out of the corner of my eye.

She bent over...and slowly slipped off my bathing suit, taking my cock lovingly into her mouth.... I shook my head, and the moment passed: she sat back up again, periwinkle in hand. Nothing had happened: my desire for her had formed a fantasy, manifest in my head. Shaken, I continued digging, still watching her. She reached back...to unclip her top, letting it fall to the ground, revealing her gorgeous breasts. She shook her hair back, and squeezed them lightly.... I jerked my head away, trembling gently with the desire this vision had brought. I had to stop doing that: I didn't want her to catch me ogling her. But I could not just walk away from such breathtaking beauty. She spread her legs slightly...and I reached into her crotch, slowly stroking her sweet, sweet pussy through the fabric before slipping my hand under her waistband.... I was seriously shaken by now. I couldn't stay next to her. I sprinted back into the water to cool off. I knew then that she had to be mine. I would never be free of her if I did not have her now.

That night I was plagued by these thoughts about her. I knew that I wanted her so badly that it ached. I knew that she was a great sister. I knew that she was a beautiful, wonderful, lovable woman. I then realized that I loved my sister. Truly loved her. Not only as a sister, but as the woman that she was. I loved her twice over. She was the woman of my dreams, and no man could ever, ever love her as much as I did.

Once I reached that realization, I knew that she must be mine, or I would die. I waited till late at night, and crept to her room, as I had done before. But I sat by her, watching her sleep. I loved her, and lusted for her, so much. I wanted her, not just in a sexual manner, but I loved her, and I wanted more than anything for her to love me back. I couldn't bring myself to touch her; I couldn't have her if she didn't want me too.

Despite my lack of physical progress, I had made a very important step. I was determined: I now knew the depths of my desire for her, and because of this, I was capable of making new decisions and had less regard for the consequences. Once I knew the end, I was prepared to use any means to achieve it.

A day later, I was starting to go insane. I needed my sister, but I didn't know where to begin. I knew that if I made one wrong move, she could be lost to me forever. I spent the day contemplating my plan of action. By the end of the day, all I had achieved was uncertainty, and a huge amount of desire for her. Each second spent without her was a second wasted; a tortuous, empty moment that drove me closer and closer to insanity. I felt an enormous amount of desire, and it needed to be sated.

That night, I snuck into her room again. I eased the covers away from her sleeping body. She is so perfect: such an angel on Earth that nobody could deserve. This drove my lust into frenzy. She looked so sexy, lying beneath me; her legs bare, her body loosely covered by a t-shirt, her crotch barely hidden by thin blue panties. I could barely restrain myself. I was so blinded by my desire, my caution was draining away. I gently placed her arms above her head. I nearly came right then and there; she was so beautiful and innocent lying like that.

Driven deeper into frenzied desire, I slipped my hands under the edge of her shirt. Slowly stroking her stomach, I caressed her in circles, moving slowly up her body. I felt the slope of her chest; I followed it up to the peaks of her breasts. I slowly stroked her boobs, following their perfect, round shape, barely touching her with the tips of my fingers. I traced the nipples, brought to life by my gentle touch. My restraint rapidly fading, I made a bold move, blinded by my desire for her. Withdrawing my hand from her shirt, I slowly rolled it up, lifting her gently to pull it up. Leaving it rolled up above her tits, she was exposed beneath me. I could faintly see her beautiful, bountiful breasts in the soft moonlight from the window. She has the most perfect boobs I have ever seen on anyone! They are perky, with absolutely no sagging, and their shape is flawless. She has pink, quarter-sized nipples, which are the perfect size for me. My knees nearly collapsed beneath me at this sight. She looked like a goddess; sensually displayed in the gentle light. I reached down and cupped one breast with my palm. It was the perfect shape for my hand; the orb filling my hand perfectly, the nipple tickling my palm.

I bent over, and kissed her other breast. I planted many kisses around her precious flesh. Finishing with a single kiss right on top of her nipple; after that kiss, I opened my lips, and licked the very end of her nipple. I took the point into my mouth, and sucked gently. I could have passed out at that moment. It felt so wonderful, having my sister's breast to myself. While I sucked, I applied light pressure to her other breast, feeling the wonderful texture of her womanly flesh. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the moment would never end.

But instead of sating my desire, such indulgence only fueled it. All pretense of caution forgotten, instinct began to kick in. Now I was only guided by primal urges and the intensity of my love for her. I released her breasts, and went for gold. Easing her legs apart, I set my head between them, my face a few inches from her prize. Coming from her was a sweet scent that I identified with her room at home. I stared at her creamy thighs emerging from the thin material in her crotch, and saturated myself with her aroma. I wanted her so badly that I began to physically ache with desire. Kneeling before her, I eased the material away from her body, intentionally averting my eyes from her. I slipped it over her ankles, and just like that, she had no panties on. I placed them momentarily before my face, inhaling her sweet scent once more. Then I dropped them to the floor, and finally looked at my exposed sister.

If I hadn't already been on my knees, they would have given out beneath me; as it was, my entire body trembled and shook at the sight. I saw pure perfection lying out before me. A strip of moonlight lay right across her crotch, and revealed what lay within. She had the most perfect pussy that I have ever seen. The lips were perfectly proportioned and shaped, and were obviously very tight. She had a small, well tended patch of brown hair just above her lips: she must have started shaving her pussy when she went off to college. The scent of her was at its strongest, and I could feel warmth on my face from it. With one trembling finger, I reached up, and touched one of the outer lips for the tiniest fraction of a second. My breath turned ragged. I couldn't believe that I had actually touched the focal point of all my desire.

She stirred slightly; I froze, watching her face closely. In retrospect, being frozen with my head between her knees would not have helped my case, had she awoken. But despite my fear, I could not bear to remove my head, not when I was so close. She became still once more, and I slowly released a breath that I hadn't noticed I was holding.

But this slight respite had caused my desire to build up with no release. It had by this time become a roaring inferno, taking hold of my limbs and guiding my actions. At this point, my logic and restraint was overpowered by my need for her. I was going for broke: I had to have her now, or I would waste away wishing for what could not be mine. With renewed determination, I returned my attention to her pussy. Moving with more purpose, I raised my finger once more, this time running it all around the outside of her pussy, tracing her outer lips. I made a second circle, applying slightly more pressure, my finger sliding over her smooth skin. I withdrew my finger and took a deep breath. This was it: no turning back. I was all in, everything or nothing. But I immediately knew what my decision would be. She had to be mine, at any cost.

This time, my finger went between her outer lips. I didn't enter her, but instead stroked her inner lips. I could feel a little moisture gathering on my finger, as her body began to respond to my touch. She was just a little damp, but I was glad that I was getting her hot. I continued my caressing of her womanhood. After a few moments, I felt more wetness building up in her pussy. As she continued to get wetter, my finger glided easily over her sensitive skin. Her lips began to become swollen as she got more and more turned on. She twitched slightly every so often, but I ignored it, focusing only on her pussy, which was rapidly approaching a soaked state. I stopped my wide strokes and traced smaller circles around her clit, which was becoming swollen and was peeking out from beneath its hood. Every so often I would strum my fingers over her love button, causing her hips to buck slightly, and her pussy started to become sopping. Her breath became fast and heavy, but my ears were deaf to her sound, and my mind was ignorant to the tiny voice of reason that was quietly voicing suggestions of discretion.

Her hips bucked upwards one last time, mashing her clit against my hand in one last effort to reach the climax that her body was so desperately seeking. Her entire body was held tense and rigid in the air for several long seconds, then she descended to the bed with a long "ohhhhhhhh" as the breath escaped from her lungs after her unconscious orgasm.

Breathing raggedly, I looked at the sight displayed before me. My beautiful sister was lying beneath me, her shirt rolled up to her neck, exposing her perfect breasts. Her legs were open, revealing her crotch, which was glistening in the moonlight, soaked in her juices. Her face was angelic: all traces of worry and stress were erased in the simple bliss of carnal pleasure. Feeling the wetness on my hand, I tentatively licked some of her juices from my finger. I marveled at its tart sweetness, and eagerly devoured all that had saturated my hand. But I wanted more. Bending down once more, I placed my face near her crotch. Not daring to place my tongue on her extremely sensitive pussy, I licked the juice that had seeped to her thighs, seeking all that I could, not wanting to waste a drop.

Licking my lips, I sought more from her. Glancing up, I saw her beautiful breasts once more, sticking out proudly from her chest. Moving my face closer, I saw that her sexual arousal had made her nipples rock hard. I reached out and moved the back of my hand over them, feeling them sticking into my hand. Flipping my hand back around, I gently grabbed one of her nipples with my thumb and index finger. Applying light pressure, I pinched and pulled it gently, feeling how it responded. Feeling bolder, I opened my hand and took her entire breast into my hand, surrounding her precious flesh with my palm. I squeezed her tit, none too gently. I loved the way it felt in my hand; it seemed that it belonged there. Keeping that hand on her left tit, I brought my mouth to her other nipple. I kissed it once, licked it, then latched my mouth over it, sucking greedily.

My caution had long ago been thrown to the winds, and all my attention was focused on the two mounds of flesh before me, so I did not notice her head turning slightly, nor when her eyes flitted open briefly, only to close once more as she tilted her head back in pleasure. It was only when she let out a quiet, involuntary moan of pleasure that I realized that she had awoken. Hearing her, I released her tits and leapt back, sputtering nonsense words in an attempt to explain. But what could I say? I knew that it was over: she had caught me. Now she would think I was a disgusting pervert, and would never want to see me again.

But then she looked over at me, and said in her quiet, angelic voice, "Shhhhh.... You'll wake everyone up." I stared at her incomprehensively, when she said the three words that I have never forgotten: "Please, don't stop...." I could have died then and there; I lost all power of speech, I could do nothing but stare in disbelief. Sitting up, she took grabbed the t-shirt that had until now been rolled up above her tits. She pulled it calmly over her head, leaving her completely naked. She lay back again, offering herself to me; waiting for me to return to her once more. Finding my voice again, I whispered, "Is this really what you want?" I could hardly believe that she could want me. She tranquilly responded simply with, "Come here." My legs seemed to be made of jelly; my knees would collapse if I moved them. But I stumbled over to her, and stood next to her bed. Sitting up, she grabbed hold of my head, pulled me close to her, and kissed me fiercely.

My eyes widened in shock, then closed in the sheer pleasure of the moment. She cupped my jaw, and I placed a hand behind her head, holding her tight to me. I could feel her tongue probing at my lips; I was incredibly inexperienced at the time, a novice in the field of romance. I had never even been kissed before, and so I didn't know what to do, but I allowed the passion of the moment and my love for my sister to take control. I opened my mouth and allowed her tongue into my mouth. It darted in and began probing the walls of my mouth; my own tongue rose to meet hers and pressed against it, darting past it and entering her mouth. Our tongues fenced for a little while longer, then, reluctantly, achingly, we parted.

"Was that your first kiss?" she asked. "Is it that easy to tell?" I asked, ashamed of my unworthiness. "I was kidding," she said gently, "it was wonderful. Besides, we'll have plenty of time to practice." I was in shock: we could have that time? Could we be together always? Only time would tell. Abandoning the thought, I returned my attention to the moment. She had lain back down on the bed. I did a double take; I had been so wrapped up in our kiss of passion that I had almost forgotten that she was naked. Her pure beauty struck me once more; I could feel the desire burning in the pit of my stomach. Somehow managing to sound both innocent and mischievous, she asked, "Weren't you in the middle of something?"

I was only too happy to oblige her. I returned to her breasts eagerly, practically mauling them with my hands before burying my face within them. My lips found her nipple once more, coaxing it back into its erect state. I suckled at it hungrily, as if she was my mother and I was seeking her precious milk. She let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction, and tilted her head back to enjoy the sensation. I was extremely pleased that I was bringing so much pleasure to her. I switched breasts, my mouth now working the other nipple as my other hand caressed and squeezed the tit that I had just been sucking. "Mmmmmmm...." she moaned as I continued my physical worship of her body.

Soon, however, she pushed me away. I feared that I had done something wrong, but she said calmly, "time to even the odds." I looked at her questioningly, and she gestured at my clothes. "You want me to..." I began, dazed. "It's only fair," she remarked playfully, looking down at her naked body. I quickly began to remove my shirt, but she said, "Wait. Do it slowly." I only wanted to please her, so I slowly pulled my shirt up, and over my head, exposing my toned torso. After that, I slowly removed my mesh shorts, leaving me only in my boxers. I hooked my thumbs into my waistband, then hesitated. This last piece of fabric separated my manhood from her view. I had had a raging boner from the start, but for some reason, I was hesitant to expose myself to her. I guess that I was afraid that I wouldn't be enough for her, or that upon seeing my hard on, she would realize how wrong the situation was and banish me from her life.

But I was determined; however, just as I built up the resolve to do it, she said, "Wait." Here it comes, I thought, now she'll send me out of her room and never speak to me again. Instead, she said words that excited me to the very core: "Let me do it." Rising for the first time from the bed, she walked slowly to the spot where I was standing. She knelt in front of me; I could have shot my load right then, seeing her on her knees like that. She reached up and hooked her fingers under my waistband. Slowly, lovingly, she pulled them down, down, down. My cock was caught under the fabric; only when she had pulled my boxers well down my legs did it spring from its cloth prison and fly up to stand at full attention. She finished pulling my boxers down; when I had stepped out of them, she tossed them carelessly aside. She then turned her focus intently on my manhood that stood, waiting for approval, just before her. I waited, hoping that I was good enough for her. She brought her face close up to it; as if she was inspecting it closely, but I saw in her eyes something that betrayed her playful ruse. I saw in her eyes a slight widening, a small gleam of approval; an expression that effectively said, "Wow." I immediately was much less tense: I was as close to relaxed as it is possible to be with the girl of your dreams kneeling naked in front of you with your cock in front of her face.




My Sister & Me



I sat on my couch, watching TV but thinking of the previous night. I had sex with two college girls that had the bodies of goddesses. I smiled as I thought of their soft bodies beneath me, and their tight pussies wrapped around my massive cock.

I am a senior in high-school. I am fairly tall at 6'4", and fairly muscular. I have blue eyes and short brown hair, like my father. My 8 inch cock has been in many a tight cunt during my time in school, and I lost my virginity several years before.

I lay back, day-dreaming of the previous night when I heard crying coming out of the other end of the house. There was no one home except me and my sister, so I new it had to be her. Me and Samantha were twins, but as different as night and day. She was short at 5'2", she had a petite physique with small b-cup breasts, and hair that reached down to her cute, tiny butt. The most significant difference between us, however, was the fact of how weak willed and self-conscious she was. 

I stepped into the room to see my beautiful sister lying on the bed with her face buried in her pillow, crying her heart-out. I didn't understand, but my cock began to harden, looking at my sister in her skimpy nightgown. I went over to Samantha's bed and sat down beside her.

"What's wrong?" I asked, in a comforting voice, putting my arm around her slender shoulders.

"I don't want to talk about it." she sobbed.

"Listen, I'm your brother, and you can tell me anything." I consoled her. "I'll do anything I can to help."

"Really?" she said, sitting up and wiping the tears from in under her glasses. "You'll help me?"

"Sure." I said. "You're my sister, I'd do anything for you."

"My boyfriend cheated on me." She said, bursting into tears again as the words came out.

"That son of a bitch, I'll kill him." I replied angrily.

"I don't think I was pretty enough for him." she said.

"Listen to me." I said, placing my hand in under her chin and lifted her head so that she was staring directly into my eyes. "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. I think David was a fool for breaking up with you."

"You really mean that?" Sam asked sweetly.

"With all my heart." I said softly. I didn't know what was coming over me, I felt a great love for my sister, stronger than any feeling I had had before. I leaned towards my gorgeous sister and kissed her on the lips. 

Strangely enough, she kissed me back. Sam wrapped her arms around my neck and slipped her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues wrestled with each other as I ran my hands down my sister's petite frame. My hands stopped on her breasts, and I rubbed those small mounds as I kissed my sister passionately. I could feel her little nipples becoming rock hard under my touch.

I took my hands away from her and pulled away from my sister. "I'm sorry Sammy, I'm really sorry." I apologized, as I backed out of her room. I rushed to my room and shut the door behind me. I sat down on my bed, I had to think through what had just happened. 

I lay back to try and sort this out, but I found my thoughts drifting back to my sister. I pulled my already bulging cock out of my jeans and began to stroke it through my boxers while images of my sister's pouty lips and little tits spun around in my head. 

While I lay on my bed rubbing my cock, the door was pushed open and Samantha stood there staring.

"Rob!" She exclaimed, shocked. "I didn't know your cock was so big."

"Sam?" I was surprised, this didn't sound like my sweet, innocent sister.

"Where you masturbating because of me?" Sam asked with a devilish grin.

I nodded. "You made me really horny, I'm sorry." I apologized.

"You don't need to apologize, I'm flattered." She said. "In fact, I was really turned on by you too."

"I'm so attracted to you Sam, but this is wrong. Brothers and sisters shouldn't have these feelings for each other." I said.

"I know." She agreed. "But I've been in love with you for years, I just hadn't realized it till now."

"Oh, Sam." I moaned. I took her in my arms and lay her on my bed. I climbed on top of her and began to kiss her. While our tongues intermingled, Samantha reached down, grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and began to pull it up. I broke our kiss long enough for Sam to pull the shirt over my head, then I went back to my sister's luscious lips. 

I kissed my way across my sister's face, down to the nape of her neck and sucked on it. My hands grasped onto my sister's tiny breasts and I kneaded them through the cotton of her flimsy nightie, as Samantha pulled my jeans down. I kicked the jeans off my feet as I continued the treatment to Sam's breasts.

"Take off my nightie, Rob" Samantha begged, as she moaned from my treatment. 

Who was I to argue, I grabbed the bottom of her nightie and slowly pulled it upwards. I pulled the nightgown over Samantha's head, and tossed it onto the floor. She lay back on the bed and I had my first chance to gaze at my sister's gorgeous nude body. I slowly sized up her body. Her creamy white skin, her small, firm mounds with the perky pink nipples, and her tiny shaven cunt.

"You shave?" I asked, surprised.

"I always have." Sam said to me with a sly grin.

"You're gorgeous Sam." I said, then I climbed on top of her and began to suck on her firm, young breasts.

"Oh, Rob that feels wonderful." Samantha cooed as I suckled one breast and lightly massaged the other. "Can I suck your cock?"

"If you want, of course." I agreed. I sat up, with my legs over the edge of the bed. Samantha went to the floor and got on her knees in front of me.

"I've never done this before, so I'm not sure how good I'll be." she said.

"You'll do just fine. Go ahead." I said.

"Okay. I'll do my best." She said, with a smile. Sam grabbed my shaft with her dainty hand and pointed it towards her mouth. She extended her tongue and licked the tip of my manhood, tasting my pre-cum. "Tastes good." She said, then she engulfed the massive head with her small mouth. 

The blowjob I was receiving from my sister was very good, especially considering she was a beginner to sex. She seemed to be a natural at giving head. Sam deep-throated me as if she was born to do it. As she sucked my cock, she massaged the underside with her tongue. Samantha action was so great that I soon found myself on the brink of orgasm. 

"I'm gonna cum, Sam!" I yelled, grasping the back of her head and held her tight to my crouch. "Swallow it, baby. Drink all my cum sis." I emptied load after load down my sister's throat. She didn't try to pull back, just hungrily gulped up every drop. After completely cleaning off my dick, Samantha let my limp member fall from her mouth. "That was great." Samantha said, with a smile.

"I'm pretty spent." I said. "Let's sleep, at least for a while."

"Alright." Samantha agreed.

I lay back on the bed and got comfortable. Samantha climbed onto the bed andd lay their against me, under the covers with my arm around her. Samantha's head rested on my chest with her smooth sex rubbing against my thigh.

We sleep for about an hour, together in my bed. I was awakened by the feeling of my sister's small hand rubbing my cock. I raised my head to watch my nude sister. She was huddling over my naked frame, staring at my hardening member as she jerked it off.

"What are you doing?" I asked, smiling at my beautiful sister.

"Getting you ready." Sam replied, smiling back at me. 

"Ready for what?" I asked with a grin, knowing what she intended.

"I want you inside me." She said.

"You sure, Sam?" I asked.

"Yes, more sure than I've been of any thing in my life. I want you to be my first." She replied.

"What!?!" I gasped. "You mean you're still a virgin?"

"Yes." She nodded. "And I want to you to take my virginity from me."

"I'll do anything for you, honey." I said. I moved down on the bed till my head rested between Samantha's legs. I began on my sister's creamy thighs, kissing and licking my way to her bald mound. I gasped her delicate legs and ran my tongue along the outside edges of her narrow, pink-lipped slit.

"Ooh...eeh...aah...Rob, that feels wonderful." Samantha moaned passionately, as I delicately and expertly licked her sweet cunt. I dipped my tongue into my sister's extremely tight cunt and thought 'how am I gonna get my dick in something this small?'. I made a circular motion with my tongue, rubbing the walls off my sister's tiny pussy. I soon found her clit and began to suck on the hard nub of flesh.

I lightly bit my sister's clit which elicited a load scream from her.

"Aahaah..I...I...I'm..cu...cum...CUMMING!" Samantha screamed as her body jerked up and down and fluid erupted from her pussy and filled my mouth. I rapidly swallowed every drop of my sister's girl cum. After Samantha's orgasm had subsided, I climbed up and kissed her passionately, giving her the last bit of her cum. She accepted it willingly, and even seemed to like the taste. 

"Now we're finally going to be together, honey." I said, smiling warmly at my sister.

"Yes, fuck me please." Samantha begged.

I grabbed Sam's legs and put them over my shoulder's, then aimed my bulging cock at my sister's tiny entrance. "You're sure you want to do this, sweetie?" I asked Samantha again.

"More than anything. Fuck me now, please!" Samantha begged.

I needed no further convincing. I pushed my cock against my Samantha's narrow slit. After a few minutes of forcing, the mushroom head of my cock popped inside of my sister. Sam yelped, when my dick pried open her slit and went inside. I let Sam get used to the feeling of my massive cock inside her, then I slowly moved in and out, getting further inside with every thrust. I soon reached my sister's hymen. 

"This is gonna hurt a bit, sis, but just for a little while." I told her.

"Okay." She agreed. "Just be gentle."

"Always." I said. I pushed hard against my sister's cherry, bursting through it. Sam yelped, and the pain caused her to cry a little. I stopped all my movement till the pain in my sister's pussy subsided.

"Are you okay?" I asked my beautiful sister, truly concerned.

"Yes." She answered. "The pain is starting to go away again."

"You want to keep going." I asked. I had to make sure she could handle more of this.

"Yes. There's no way we can stop now." 

Who was I to argue? I began to slowly thrust deeper into Samantha's tender pussy. Samantha reached up to play with her rock hard nipples, as my cock trust in and out of her. Her face was turning red, and her body was sweating. 

"I'm gonna cu...u...u...um...aga...in." Sam screamed, as another orgasm ripped through her body. Samantha's vibrations sent me over the edge, I buried my cock in her to the hilt and emptied my load inside her young womb. Spurt, after spurt shot out of my cock, till finally it went limp.

Samantha and I both collapsed on the bed together, with my shrinking cock still inside her.

"I love you so much, Rob." Samantha sighed, resting her head on my muscular chest. 

"I love you too, honey." I replied, kissing her on the top of the head.

"Will we get to do this again?" Samantha asked.

"Honey, if I have anything to do with it, we'll be doing this every night for the rest of our lives." I answered my little vixen, then we drifted off to sleep in a lover's embrace.



My Sister and Me



From the time I was seven years old my life's ambition was to be a Karate instructor. I studied martial arts under some of the best people in the business, but never really got to where I'd hoped to be. No problem though; I stayed involved and trained as often as I could. 

I'm now 32 years old and I work as an air traffic controller. Not the life I'd expected, but I make a decent wage and I enjoy my free time. I'm also a private pilot and own a small two place airplane.

My sister, Julie, is 2 years older than I and was married for several years. One day she came home and found Mr. Right snuggled in bed with a woman he worked with. Julie and I are now both single.

From the time I met Julie's husband I knew he was a total putz. He used to call me Karate Boy and was always telling me how much he thought Karate was bullshit and he knew a guy who knew a guy and so on.... If it wasn't for Julie I'd have given him a chance to back up those stories.

When my sister filed for divorce Mr. Right begged and pleaded saying it had only happened once and he'd never do it again. Outside the courthouse he grabbed her arm and tried to drag her to his car. Luckily I got there just in time. I was ready for this clown, but before anything could happen between us Julie pulled me away and we went inside.

It was about 6 months later that I was surfing internet porn sites that I came across an interesting page called, "Ex-girlfriends on Display." You didn't have to be a movie producer to realize the videos were definitely amateur. I bookmarked the site and didn't give it much thought until a week or so later.

I was working the day shift and got home around 5PM. I mixed a drink and fired up the computer. I remembered the ex-girlfriend site that I'd bookmarked the week before, pulled it up and clicked around. Pretty interesting girlfriends I thought and then I spit a big mouthful of liquor on the floor. There on the screen was my sister, Julie. She was lying naked on her bed (I recognized the bed) and she was working her pussy over with a vibrating rubber cock. She was enjoying it, there was no question about that. But how in the world did the video get on the internet? I didn't have to guess. I called Julie and prepared for the worst.

"Hello," Julie said with a groggy voice. She must have been napping.

"Julie, it's me, Tommy. Sorry to wake you up, but I just discovered something and I need to tell you."

Julie cleared her throat. "What is it, Tom. Is everything all right?"

I didn't know exactly what to say so I just came out with it.

"Look, you and that creep you were married to made some porn tapes right?"

"Oh my God, how did you know?" she said. I could tell that she was wide awake now.

"Julie, I love you and I hate to tell you this, but I just saw one on the internet!"

I heard the phone drop and then a scream.

Finally she came back and through sobs she said, "That rotten son-of-a-bitch. He warned me that he'd get even."

I looked at my watch. It was 7PM. I knew where to find him.

"Look, I'll be over in about an hour. Stay put, ok?"

It wasn't hard to know where Mr. Right was. I found him at the pool hall. He was just about to take a shot when I snatched the cue out of his hands.

"Outside scumbag."

He looked at me and grinned. He also nodded to a couple of his friends and we all headed to the parking lot.

"So Karate Boy, you ready to get your ass whipped?"

I looked at the two guys who had come outside for moral support.

"You two assholes can save yourself some trouble and take off right now," I said.

The bigger one came charging at me. 

"Who you callin' asshole, punk?" he said as he rushed in to the inevitable.

At the last second I stepped to the side and back fisted him. He fell in a heap on the pavement. I looked over to the second guy. He was holding his hands in the air.

"I'm outta here," he said. He should have left like he said, but instead he tried to come around from behind. A spinning back kick put him next to his unconscious friend.

My ex-brother-in-law looked drained. 

"What's this all about, Tommy?" He was visibly shaken.

"You put some videos up on the internet lately," I asked?

"Oh shit," was all he could say.

I was furious. "Here's the deal," I said. "I'm going to break your arm and then you're going to go home and pull those videos off or I'm going to come back and break your other arm."

Suddenly the putz got brave.

"I don't think that's going to happen," he said and came at me with a knife.

A couple of basic moves and he was kneeling on the pavement holding his broken right arm.

I picked up the knife and threw it over the fence into the bushes.

"Gone by morning," was all I said.

Julie was waiting for me when I got to her apartment. 

"So, you saw the videos?" she said as soon as I got inside.

"Just one."

I followed her into the apartment and sat down. After a few minutes she asked, "Which one?"

"Does it matter. I saw one and it, as well as any others, will be gone by morning."

Julie let out a low choking sob. "It matters to me," she said. "Which one?"

I pursed my lips for a moment. "You and the rubber vibrating dick."

Julie got up and left the room.

It was nearly 10 minutes later that she came back out. She'd washed her face and combed her hair. She sat down across from me.

"Tommy, I don't know what to say. He told me they were just for us and that no one else would ever see them." She shook her head. "How could I be so stupid?"

"Come on Julie. You guys were married. Married people trust each other," I said. I was trying to sound un-involved, but I was also looking at my sister in a different light now. The video kept playing over and over in my mind.

"How do you know that it will be gone by morning?" she said and then she let out a gasp. "Oh Tommy, what did you do?"

"Let's get away for a couple of days," I said. "We'll fly up to Maine and get all this behind us. What do ya say?"

Julie smiled. "You're always taking care of me. I'm the big sister. I'm supposed to take care of you!"

The flight up was un-eventful. Smooth skies and clear weather. We rented a car and got a room, with two queen beds, close to the beach. It was off season and way too cold to swim, but the clear water was nice to walk near.

That night after dinner we hit a couple of tourist joints and came back to the motel a bit tipsy.

My sister was acting a little strange, but I assumed it was the liquor taking over.

We sat down, each on our own bed facing each other. Julie looked like she wanted to say something.

"What?" I said.

Julie just smiled. "Oh, nothing. I was just thinking how you always come through for me is all."

We took our showers and said good night. When I went to kiss Julie on the cheek she turned and caught me off guard with a kiss on the lips. Was there something in that kiss that I didn't comprehend or was it just an "I love you little brother" kiss? 

Next day we went around the town taking in all the attractions as well as all the lobster we could eat. Julie liked Scotch so we picked up a bottle and by 7pm we were heading for the motel.

"You want to go clubbing again tonight," I said. I hoped she'd say no, but this was "her" get-away trip and I'd do what ever she wanted.

"No, I think I'd like to stay in tonight and just visit. Let's crack that scotch open," she said.

I got two plastic cup from the bathroom counter and a bucket of ice from down the hall. We began to work on the scotch.

"By the time we were settled in and drinking pretty steadily Julie surprised me with a question.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

I looked at my cup. "Yeah, it's pretty good. You're the scotch lover though. You know I prefer Rye."

"I'm not talking about the whiskey. I'm talking about the video."

I didn't know what to say. 

"Well, considering that it was my sister on display for the world to see, I didn't like it at all."

Julie grinned and took another drink. "You're hedging," she said. "You know what I mean."

I guess I had just enough scotch in me to be perfectly honest.

"Julie," I said, "that video was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Julie downed the rest of her drink and set the cup on her night stand.

"Ever since you told me you saw the video I've been so horny I can't get past it. I've been trying to avoid it but I need to take care of something and I want you to join in with me."

Now I downed the rest of my cup. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"Well, why don't we masturbate together," she said. She blushed a little but didn't turn away. Then she looked down at my crotch and saw the bulge. "Looks like I got my answer," she added with a giggle.

Julie stood and without the slightest bit of hesitation she began to undress.

"Come on slow poke. Get those pants off."

I hadn't realized how serious she was until this moment.

Julie's naked body was fabulous. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical and hung just slightly under their weight. Her legs were long and her stomach flat. Her husband was an asshole for sure to have given this up. When Julie slid her panties down and her shaved pussy came into view I thought I would faint, She was perfect.

I was standing facing my sister in only my boxers with a tent pole sticking straight out in front.

"Come on, take them off and let me see the goods," Julie said with a tease.

I dropped my shorts and my cock sprung out like a jack-in-the-box.

"Whoa there little brother who isn't so little after all. Nice cock," she said.

I felt my face blush.

"Let's pull these two chairs together and face each other," Julie said. She arranged the chairs so that our legs were spread and our knees were touching. She stuck her index finger into her pussy and groaned.

I couldn't help myself and grabbed my swollen cock in my right hand. 

Julie was pinching her nipples to get them hard and it was working.

I can't remember my prick ever being as hard as it was at that moment. Precum was oozing out and running down my hand. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

Julie had worked 2 fingers into her cunt and had stopped pinching her nipples so she could rub her clit.

"Oh Tommy," she said, "I'm so fucking horny." She reached over and scooped up a bit of precum from my cock and rubbed it on her clit. "Oh baby brother are you ready 'cause I'm gonna cum any minute now.?"

I was ready. "When I cum, where should I point it?" I asked. We were sitting so close I was afraid some cum would hit my sister.

"Duh! Point it at me, dummy," she said. 

That's all it took. I felt the cum boiling up inside my cock and just as I pointed it toward Julie's sopping wet pussy I shot the first stream.

Now I'm not a Peter North type guy, but this time I would have made a good stand in for him. The first shot of cum burst out and hit Julie in the tits. Instinctively she jumped back, but then she scooped some up and rubbed it on her clit. I could have saved her the trouble because the second the second shot hit her right on her clit. 

This was it for my sister. She clamped her legs tightly around her two hands and bucked her pelvis into the air.

"Arrrggghhhh, I cumming," she cried out and a stream of her juices made its way passed her hands and landed on my cock. 

The most amazing thing happened. I was done cumming but when her pussy juice hit my prick I came again just as forcefully as I had the first time. This caused a chain reaction and Julie shot another wet stream at me. We fell back in our chairs exhausted.

The next morning was a bit strange. Where were we going with this newly found sexual release?

To be continued? You tell me...



My Sister and Me Ch. 02



Julie was up and dressed by the time the alarm went off. I could hear her hair dryer going and was slightly releaved not to have to face her before getting the cobwebs out of my head. I wondered how this was going to play out. Before I could set some order to it all she came out of the bathroom.

"Good morning sleepy head," she said. "I called flight service and they predict a nice ride home."

"I didn't think you remembered about flight service." It was something I taught her a long time ago.

"Yeah well, with the pilot out like a light I figured someone had to step up." She smiled and I could see no sign of what happened between us last night.

I got up and took a shower, dressed and packed my bags with very little talking between us other than breakfast choices and how long it would take to get home.

Just as predicted the flight home was very pleasant. Julie and I talked about the scenery and what we had planned for the week, but still no mention of last night. I was beginning to guess that what we did was a one time thing and since Julie seemed to want it behind us I would respect her decision and let it go.

We landed back home a few hours after takeoff. Julie threw our bags in my car while I gassed up the plane and pushed it into the hanger. When all was secure I joined her in the car.

"Tommy," she said, "I want to thank you for a really great time."

"Oh, don't mention it. It was fun having you along."

"No, really, you took care of me when I most needed someone and I want you to know I appreciate it."

I shrugged. "Well, you are very welcome."

Julie looked at me and smiled. "So, tell me, what did you do to my ex?"

I grinned back at her. "I merely explained that it was a rude thing he did by posting that video and that he should remove it."

"Oh yeah, right. And how did you explain that to him?"

I looked out the window for a moment. "You remember that guy in college who started following you home at night?"

"How could I forget? You broke his arm."

Oh shit! You broke his arm? Tommy, you broke my ex-husband's arm?"

"Well, I had to make a point and besides, he brought two of his goofy friends with him so I guess you could say it was self defense."

Now here's the weird part. As I was explaining to Julie what had happened I notice her nipples were protruding through her blouse. It wasn't cold in the car and she was wearing a bra so something had gotten her motor running. 

The conversation ended, just as we pulled up in font of her house, by her telling me to stop hurting people who hurt her .

I grabbed Julie's bags and followed her to the door. Once inside I set her bags down and gave her a hug. It was a brotherly hug which she returned with a sisterly hug back.

Even though the hugs were innocent I still felt a stirring in my pants and I knew I'd better leave. What happened with Julie and me was a one time thing and I didn't want her to think our relationship had changed, even if I knew in my heart-of-hearts that things were different know.

"I guess I'll talk to you this week," I said as I back toward the door.

"Are you in a hurry or something? Sit down, relax, take the load off." She smiled and gave me a playful shove onto the sofa. She went to the kitchen and came back with a beer.

"Here, have a beer. I'm going to change into something more comfortable. I'll be right back."

With that she left me, the beer and my growing hard-on on the sofa.

I tried to get the image of Julie, sitting across from me jerking off while I did the same, out of my mind. I tried to wipe out the mental picture of my sperm splattering onto her chest and pussy. I guess I didn't try hard enough because the more I tried to forget, the more I remembered. I was sitting there sipping the beer with a full blown erection that anyone would notice with no trouble.

A few minutes passed and then Julie came out dressed in what she had described as, "something more comfortable". She was stark naked.

I managed to swallow the beer in my mouth without spitting it on the floor, but just barely.

Julie walked across the living room, spread her legs and climbed into my lap straddling the hard on under my jeans with her naked pussy. She pressed her tits into my chest and took my head in both her hands. She kissed me on the mouth. When I say she kissed me I don't mean that sister brother thing we had done many times before. I mean she kissed me full bore with her tongue snaking around the inside of my mouth entwining with mine. At the same time she rubbed her pussy back and forth on my cloth encased boner.

Julie pulled her mouth away and leaned back so we could look directly at each other. 

"Are we ready to fuck yet?" she cooed.

I didn't seem to be able to speak so instead I took both of her tits in my hands and pushing her nipples together sucked both of them into my mouth. She threw her head back and moaned, "Oh yeah, Tommy, suck my tits."

She didn't have to ask. I was doing it anyway. I sucked her nipples together, then one at a time and then together again, but I wanted more. I released those beautiful globes and to her dismay I stood lifting her up with me. I carried her across the living room to the big stuffed chair she used when she watched TV and set her down. Without asking I spread her legs and slid down to her wet and steaming pussy. I was like a starving man at a dinner feast. 

Julie knew what was coming and placed her hands behind my head. I looked up at her and she pulled me forward a tiny bit as if to say, go ahead.

I gave her a puzzled look and shrugged as if I didn't understand.

Julie knew I was jacking with her. She held my head tighter and said, "Eat my pussy till I cum!"

I laughed. I had wanted her to tell me what she wanted and she did, leaving no mistake about it. I dove in.

Julie's pussy had the most exquisite aroma I had ever encountered in a woman. I don't know if it was perfume or a natural scent, but it was intoxicating. 

Very slowly I spread my sister's pussy lips and licked along the inside of each making sure I didn't touch her clit. I licked up and down between her inner and outer lips enjoying the taste and smell of her sex. For her part she shook and shuttered each time my tongue stroked her cunt while always trying to force her clit into my mouth. I continued to work up and down never touching her hard little button.

When Julie had managed to get my entire face wet with her juices I decided it was time. Without warning I slid upward and took her love button into my mouth. 

Julie let out a guttural moan that ended as a scream. She forced her clit into my mouth the way a guy forces his cock into a cunt and began fucking her hard little nub in and out.

I could tell she was on the edge and I wasn't going to tease her anymore. She needed this I was going to give it to her.

My beautiful, naked, older sister was fucking my mouth with her clit as if it was a dick when she suddenly wrapped her legs tightly around my head and screamed. She never said, "I cumming", or gave any verbal indications that she was in the throes of her orgasm, but I didn't need her to say anything for me to know what was happening. She was cumming with everything she had.

With my head securely lodged between Julie's legs I reached down and cupped her ass cheeks in my hands helping to keep her clit in my mouth by lifting her up as she came. 

Working my tongue around I was able to get under her clit and exert pressure from underneath. Just as I felt Julie begin to relax the slightest bit I pressed my tongue from underneath and she locked her legs back tightly around my head. It was at this point I felt her pussy ejaculate just as I had seen it do the night before. She came with such force that for a moment I though I would drown. But I didn't drown; I held on and sucked her wetness into my mouth.

Finally, after the longest time, Julie opened her legs and pushed me away. 

"No more. Oh fuck! No more. I feel like I'm going to pass out," she said through gasps and chokes trying to get her breath. She looked down at me and burst out laughing.

"You look like you fell into bathtub," she said.

"What?"

"You're soaked."

I looked up at Julie and reveled in her beauty. Her hair was a tangle mess, her big breasts hung limply, one to each side of her chest and her mouth was cover in saliva. And at that moment she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I slid up and kissed her ruby lips softly. There was no tongue, only a soft and tender kiss.

Julie wasted no time in removing my shirt and pants. When she had me naked she looked down at my hard cock and pushed me into the chair where she had been sitting. It was wet.

Julie dropped to her knees and took my cock in her hand. She held it so delicately, like fragile piece of fine pastry and licked from the bottom up so gently with her tongue that I felt I would cum right then.

In my life I had fucked many women and in truth that is mostly what I did; just fuck them. There was never a connection other then to have raw animal sex and then get out fast.

With Julie, my sister, my own flesh and blood there was something I never experienced before. That's not to say what we were doing wasn't raw sex, because it was. But there was something else between us. I think it was history. We had a history that went back as far as I could remember. We had a foundation and I believe that is what made what we were doing so erotic.

Julie continued to lick the sides of my cock up and down while gently fondling my balls. Occasionally she would slid down and take one in her mouth for moment. As I got harder she let her mouth slip over the head of my prick and take the full length into her mouth for one or two strokes, then go back to licking the outside.

As much as I wanted to fill her mouth with my hot cum I wanted to be inside her pussy more.

Reluctantly, I lifted Julie's head from my cock. She looked confused and tried to go back down. I stopped her, stood up and taking her hand led her to her bedroom.

I laid Julie on her bed and crawled between her legs. No words were exchanged. There was no need. She open her legs and I slipped inside. She wrapped her legs around me and we began the age old art of love making.

As my cock slipped into my sister's wet pussy she whispered in my ear, "fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like a horny whore." And so I did as she asked.

I began to send my rigid cock into my sister's pussy with every bit of force I had. Our crotches slammed together making a smacking sound each time I buried myself into her warm body. We were making love and fucking like animals at the same time.

Each time my balls slapped Julie's ass she squeezed her legs tightly. Each time I withdrew she relaxed enough to let my cock back out of her then tightened her legs pulling me back inside.

We were rapidly reaching our crescendo when Julie announced what she wanted me to do.

"I want us to cum together," she said. "But when we start to cum I want you to pull out and jerk off all over me. I want to feel your hot cum on my tits and pussy while I beat myself off."

That was all I needed. "I'm ready," I shouted.

"Yes, yes. Do it," she screamed.

I gave two more hard strokes into her pussy then pulled out and began to jerk-off. 

Julie opened her legs, pushed both of her hands to her pussy so that she got the index finger of each hand on each side of her clit before slamming her legs shut.

Watching Julie pump her pussy was more than I could take. Cum began to shoot out of me in wild streams of white rope. Hot cum went onto my sister's tits and stomach. I shot another stream and it landed on her face. I forced myself to aim at her pussy for the next few shots.

While I was drenching my sister in cum she was staring wide eyed at my prick and jerking her clit to as many contractions as I had streams of cum. I could see the wetness on her hands just before I dumped cum on her fingers.

A final half-hearted spurt dribble out of my cock as Julie opened her legs and shot one stream of her female juice in the air. It landed on her belly. I fell forward onto her.

Fucking my sister was the best sex I had ever, or could ever have. I wasn't going to let her go.

We must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew there was a knock on the door.

I had already rolled off my sister and she sat upright.

"Julie, it's me," a familiar voice called out. "I need to talk to you babe. Open up."

There was terror in Julie's eyes as she looked at me. The terror in her eyes was not because of the voice on the other side of the door. It was because of the rage she saw in my eyes. I stood up...

To be continued. What do you want to see happen here?




My Sister and Me Ch. 03



If you haven't read chapters one and two this story won't make a lot of sense to you.

*

It was him. There's one thing for certain in this world, "some people never learn."

Julie was naked lying in bed while I put my pants and shirt on as quickly as I could.

"Put your robe on and answer the door," I said.

Julie looked stunned. "Don't hurt him," she said. "Tommy, don't hurt him."

I buckled my belt. "That, my dear sister, is totally up to him. Now put your robe on and answer the door."

Julie finally got up from the bed and grabbed her robe putting it on as she walk toward the door.

"Who is it," she called out as if we didn't already know.

I motioned to Julie, then signaled to her not to tell him I was here. She nodded.

On the other side of the door my ex-brother-in-law gave a little laugh. "It's me babe. I need to talk to you. Come on, open up."

"Anything you have to say you can say through the door. You don't have to come in." 

"Come on. Let's talk," he whined.

I could hear in his voice that he was getting aggravated. I moved so that when Julie let him in he wouldn't see me; at least not right away.

There was a long pause. Julie didn't say anything and neither did her ex. Finally he spoke, but with a much lower volume.

"If you don't open this fucking door right now I'm going to make sure every one of your neighbors hears me out here. Maybe even your landlord."

I motioned to Julie to let him in. She shook her hear, no and I shook mine yes.

Julie closed her eyes for only a moment then unlocked the door. As she started to open it her ex-husband pushed his way in and grabbed her by the arm.

"You see what your fucking asshole brother did to me? You see? All because of your movies. This broken arm is your fault you bitch and now you're gonna pay."

I stepped forward into the light. "And just how is she going to pay?"

I heard a strangled little squeak come from somewhere down inside him. I stepped forward.

Before I could take a second step he pulled a knife from his pocket and put it to Julie's throat. "One more step and I'll gut the bitch."

I almost laughed and probably would have if it hadn't been so ridiculous. 

"You asshole. Julie is my sister. Do you think for a minute she can't take that knife from you and shove it down your throat."

That was enough to get his attention off me. I came forward just as Julie pushed him away and dropped low. With his attention focused back on me she rolled out of the way and I went to work.

A front snap kick sent the knife flying. I stepped back one step and hit him with a spinning back kick. He hit the floor. I ran forward with my fingers splayed and faked a finger jab to his eyes. He let out a scream about a second before I closed my fist and broke his nose.

The police got to the apartment in record time. Julie filed a complaint and Mr. Ex was led out in handcuffs. He'd be going to the hospital before heading to jail.

As the two policemen left one of them said, "Ma'am, you should file for a restraining order in the morning. It'll be a lot safer that way."

"I'm not worried," Julie said. "My brother will protect me. I'll be safe."

The cop looked at me, then at my sister.

"I know," he said. "I was talking about it being safer for your ex-husband. Good-night ma'am." With that he closed the door and the whole thing was over.

Julie poured us each a glass of whiskey which we belted down. The second glass we lingered over. Three hours later we staggered to her bed and fell dead asleep.

My sister was up early the next morning. She had breakfast cooking and the coffee on as I walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning," I said yawning and stretching my arms.

Julie looked up from the stove with a grin. "Good morning to you," she said. "Sit down and I'll have this stuff on the table in a second."

Breakfast was good. It was just what I needed to start the day after the crazy scene last night.

I sipped on my second cup of coffee. "What did he mean that it was all your fault?" I asked.

Julie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Tommy, there are things about me you don't know."

I laughed. "I can't imagine what I possibly don't know."

Julie didn't even smile. "That's right, you can't imagine. Let's get it all out on the table right now."

I stopped laughing. "Okay, let's do that."

Julie paused as if to get her thoughts together. "Okay. First off those movies that my husband put on the internet were my idea. Not posting them online, but making them. I like watching and being watched. I'm also bi. I like men and I like women. Sometimes one at a time and sometimes together. I like to be watched jerking of and I like to watch other people jerking off. There is no part of sex that I find dirty or sinful or wrong." She gave a short snicker. "I saw two horses mating once and came home so horny I jerked off four times in less than thirty minutes. I guess what I'm saying is, I'm a sex freak. Now if you want to leave while you're still in one piece I understand."

Very slowly I stood up and walked around the table. I lifted my sister up from her chair and put my arms around her. She looked deeply into my eyes as I whispered in her ear, "I'm moving in!"

What sex crazed guy in his right mind would turn down a nymphomaniac, who was also his beautiful sister, and walk out? If someone like that exists I can tell you it's not me.

Julie leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and was met by hers. We held each other like this for a few seconds then pulled away.

I was still holding my sister tightly. She pushed back so she could look in my eyes. "Oh, and I also like it rough."

"Rough?"

"Yes rough."

"How rough?"

"Rough like sticking your cock up my ass from behind and slapping my butt cheeks red,"

I smiled. "Oh, that rough."

Julie pushed herself back from me and slid to the floor. She unzipped my pants, reached in and withdrew my half hard cock. She snaked her tongue out and licked the wet tip. I felt myself coming to life.

Julie began sucking my cock in earnest, There was no slow build up. She slipped her silky lips over the end and let it slide all the way to the back of her throat. She never gagged. She just continued sliding her mouth from the base to the very tip. Nothing fancy, just a steady back and forth sucking that was going to put me over the edge very soon. I think she could tell that time was running short. Suddenly she stopped sucking and looked up at me.

"I'm claiming your cock," she said. "From now on it belongs to both of us. If you want to fuck some broad you have to get my permission to use my share. If you want to jerk off the same thing goes." She gave me two more sucks just to keep my interest going. "Now since it belongs to both of us here's what I want to do. I want us both to make "our" cock cum."

"That sounds reasonable to me," I said although at the moment I was a little short of breath."

"Good," she said. She took my right hand and spit in it. "Now start jerking "our" cock off while I suck your... I mean our balls."

Julie slid down below me and took one of my balls in her mouth and began to gently suck it. I couldn't keep from jerking off if I'd wanted to.

"I slid my hand, with Julie's spit in it, from the tip of my cock to the base just as she had done with her mouth. 

No matter how good a women is at working a cock they never quite get the full effect that you can give to yourself. That's not to say I'd rather jack-off than be with a women. It's just a fact. That, to me, is why when a women, like my sister, wants to join in while I make myself cum it really gets me off.

Julie switched from one ball to the other all the while keeping her eyes on my stroking hand.

"Oh shit. Oh shit... I'm gonna cum soon." I didn't know what she had in mind.

Julie opened her mouth wide and took both of my balls in. She worked her tongue over and around them until I couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm cumming," I shouted.

Julie let my balls pop out of her mouth. She cupped both of her hands together and said, "Cum in my hands. Jerk our cock off in my hands."

That was it. Cum shot out of my prick and landed in my sisters beautiful hands.

"Give it all to me," she said. "Shoot all of "our" hot cum into my hands."

And that's what I did. I kept pumping my cock from tip to base and the jism kept on coming. One shot over reached and landed on her forearm. Another hit her square on her lips. She licked that one off and swallowed it. She also readjusted her hands so she could catch the rest.

When the last bit of my juice dribbled out into my sisters hands I stumbled back a few steps.

I didn't know what Julie was going to do with the handful of cum I had just given her and was surprised when she walked to the sink and washed it down the drain.

She dried her hands. "I need to get dressed and get to work," she said. She looked down at my wilting member and laughed. "And you need a little R&R before tonight."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh, you're fucking me in the ass tonight. And by the way, get a haircut. I want you to meet my girlfriend. She has the sweetest tasting pussy I've ever eaten. You're going to love it....

*

I'll write the next chapter as soon as I get some free time. Hope you enjoyed this one! 



My Sister And My Bloated Balls



I had flown up to my sister's place for a few days vacation after a hectic past few months of work. 

My sister, Jane and her hubby, James, who were both 31, had regularly offered for me to come and stay at their place - as I rarely got to see them these days. They lived on the Gold Coast, 1000km north of my home city of Sydney. 

Both my sister and her hubby were highly paid professionals, and owned a large house overlooking Palm Beach. It was a great location to get away to, relax and feel totally unwound.

I am a 28 year old, who is very athletic, being heavily into cycling and also enjoying working out at the gym regularly. I always had a huge sex drive, and although I did not have a serious girlfriend at the time of visiting, I had a number of women who enjoyed satisfying my sexual needs back in Sydney. My sex drive had always been high, and I really enjoyed certain sexual acts. For some reason I had always really enjoyed unloading my balls all over a pretty women's face.

I was only going to stay on the Gold Coast for 3 days, as I had to get back to Sydney for some important work that was coming up. Since it was such a short stay, and I didn't know anyone else on the Gold Coast, I presumed that I wouldn't be blessed with a woman's nice wet mouth and woman's hand to relieve my swollen cock and balls. I figured I would have to wank myself off in my sisters spare room that I was staying in, or in the shower in the morning - and just before bed. 

I loved wanking. I always loved pleasuring myself. Ever since I began wanking, I loved wanking off. A woman's hand, mouth or wet vagina was a pure blessing, though wanking off at my own pace was heaven in its own right. These days I still loved to jerk my fat cock off with long and slow wank sessions. I love to build up the maximum amount of cum, to shoot as much cum as I can, and experience the maximum pleasure during orgasm.

I always tried to drain my balls in the morning when I got up, and at night before bed. If I missed my early morning or night time wank sessions, I would not be able to function properly. If I missed my morning wank, my balls would be loaded up with so much cum that I would not be able to concentrate on my work. If I missed my night time wank, I would not be able to sleep as my hard on would push into the bed, not allowing me to sleep.

Those days that I did not get to drain my balls in the morning, although frustrating, and clearly affecting my work ability, I really enjoyed as my cum filled balls and dirty mind would tease me all day, so that when I got home id shoot the biggest load of cum when I ejaculated. On these days that I did not get to wank in the morning, my cock would generally thicken up around morning tea time, and id start thinking nasty thoughts, especially when a woman with a nice face was around. 

I always had 1 day off work during the week, as my work offered 4 day work weeks. My daily schedule on this day off would be to get up early and go for a bike ride of approximately 50km. After my ride I would usually try to run some errands. I loved going to the shops or the gym after my ride, as my hormones would be raging. I especially loved having my thick dick become semi erect (as I had not yet unloaded my balls), as I thought of shooting my load all over one of the pretty mothers faces walking down the isle of the local grocery shopping centre, or cumming all over the face of one of the ladies at gym that was working out. I loved it. My balls full of cum. Precum oozing out of my thick cock. A pretty woman's face to look at while thinking of my lucky balls unloading all over her face. 

Jane and I had had an interesting relationship growing up. She was daddies little girl and always got her way, and I had to accept that she would always generally get her way, even though she often was clearly deceptive when arguing with our parents to get her own way. She was very smart, well educated, very pretty, and had long blonde hair and blue eyes and perfect white skin. All the boys at my primary and high school wanted her, even though she had small tits, they all loved her figure and pretty face. My father and mother thought she was the perfect daughter, as she had also been her Primary School Captain and High School Vice Captain which also gave her added marks.

I always new she had a dark side, and it became clearer to me just how dark that was, when I was listening into a phone conversation she was having with a friend one night when she was 18. She was talking to another girlfriend, and I could just hear the detail of the conversation. They had been talking about their boyfriends. I had heard his name a few times, "Jack", and some other casual talk, and then all of a sudden I heard something that shocked me. I heard my sister say, "Yeah, but he always just wants to shoot his cum in my face". I was shocked. I didn't even know how to masturbate and cum yet, though for some reason the words I just heard stirred some amazing thought sand sensations. Looking back on the day, and now knowing in retrospect, I realize the amazingly erotic feeling was that of my big balls filling up with cum and becoming extra heavy. Not that I knew what to do about it then!

The tone in which she made the statement was quite stable and flowing. She did not seem upset by it, though was just making a comment.

At such a young age, and with my sister being only 18, I had just found out that my sister, with the perfect image - let her boyfriend "Jack" - shoot his load in her face, and regularly by the sounds of it, as she said "always wants to shoot his cum in my face....".

It was 2pm in the afternoon, and my sister Jane and I had been chatting a little, relaxing, and watching the view out to the ocean as their hour overlooked the beautiful Gold Coast beach of Palm Beach. Her hubby James was at work, and she had taken a few days off as well seeing as I was up. That morning I did not get to wank my load out of my cock, as I had bumped into my sister's hubby after my morning toilet stop, and stopped and chatted with him as he got ready for work. As soon as he went I did the dishes, and before I knew it my sister was up and so I quickly got out of my boxers and into my daily clothes. Catching up with James had kept me busy, not allowing me to dump my load onto the sheets in the spare bedroom I was staying in, or even taking an early morning shower where I could dump my load onto the shower floor. My balls would be full of cum today!

Although I hadn't wanked all day, and had an overnights and full morning's worth of cum built up in my balls, I wasn't thinking nasty thoughts as I was just in the company of my sister. My balls were heavy – I knew that, though I wasn't thinking nasty thoughts. All of that changed though during a conversation with Jane.

My sister asked if I was in a relationship. I explained to her that I was not seeing anyone seriously, though I was enjoying my single life. She looked at me and smiled and said,

"I bet you are. I bet that you are only seeing the ones who give good head?." 

I was shocked by the forwardness, though we were just joking around and being 100% honest due to the fact we were sister and brother. I replied,

"No that I don't just see the ones that give good head; I am kind of looking for the right woman now."

Then all of a sudden she said with her words trailing off at the end,

"Do need them to take your load in their face as well?"

I couldn't believe what I had just heard.

The "as well" bit was muffled and silently trailed off, as if the shock of actually saying the words had beaten my sisters controlled lips. Though it was without doubt, she had asked if it was important for me for a woman to take my hot load in her face. I did not answer for a second or two, but then replied in a happy joking way, 

"That is hot, cumming all over a pretty woman's face". 

Jane then replied, 

"Nasty. Nasty, nasty, nasty. My little brother is a kinky, naughty boy" 

"But it's just so hot. It feels so good when you blow all over a pretty woman's face", I said. 

After another few seconds of awkwardness my sister said,

"Well I hope you make a lot, because the more cum you shoot, the hotter it is for the woman as well".

That was it. My cock was now semi erect in my pants, fully loaded with cum and wanting to blow after that 2 minute long conversation, which seemed to linger for a longer period. 

I could feel the precum oozing out of my cock head as I watched my sister cut the last few cuts of cucumber with the knife. I watched her hands chop the cucumber quickly, as if trying to make some noise that would cut the quiet that had now occurred, after the explicit conversation my sister and I had just had.

The conversation changed topic, though I did not know what she was saying to me, or I was saying in reply. The words coming out of her mouth, and coming into my ears, were blurred by my brains heinous thoughts. All I could think of was my sister saying that the more cum being blown on the woman's face the better. My balls were aching. My knees were weak from the feeling. I had to shoot the load that had just built up in my balls quickly – or I was sure I would dump it in my pants.

I quickly told my sister,

"I just need to go to the toilet". 

She said, "Ok, but don't be too long, lunch is nearly ready".

I went into the laundry next to the kitchen which leads into a toilet. I closed the door behind me and quickly pulled my hard cock out. It was thick. Precum was oozing out. My balls were heavy and totally loaded up with hot cum. 

I quickly gave my cock a few good wanks back and forth to give my thick dick the craving it was after. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. It was so nice. Those first few tugs were heaven. My dick was finally happy. It felt so good wanking my cock after listening to my sister say that the more cum blown all over a woman's face the better. 

Although I could have blown really quickly, I didn't want to cum too soon, and wanted to enjoy this wank. I thought that I had a maximum 5 minutes in the toilet before my sister would start to wonder what I was doing, so I was able to slow it down a little, with nice big long strokes of my thick cock. Precum was dripping out of the fat purple head.

After a few minutes I heard my sister come into the laundry. She must have been putting a wash on, or taking clothes out of the machine. Either way I was so wound up by now I was wanking hard, though hoping she would not hear by controlling my strokes and not slapping my cock too much back and forth, rather holding firmly and tugging strong and hard.

I thought I was being quiet enough, though then I heard my sister say, 

"What are you doing?" 

I froze for a second, but the feeling was too good and I just slowly kept wanking. 

I replied to her, "ill just be a minute". 

I was hoping I would not give myself away, but the sound of my voice gave it away. My voice was so oxygen filled, the way it is when you are in the middle of great sex, that she would have known straight away that I was wanking off. About 30 seconds went by. She had not left the laundry, but I continued wanking hard, hoping to cum quickly so that I could get out of the toilet. The thought of her knowing that I could be wanking was quite a turn on, and my dick was now aching to cum.

Then there was a knock on the door. 

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

I was busted. She knew.

All of a sudden and coming so naturally I replied,

"Yes, it feels so good".

"That's good to hear" Jane replied.

I was in heaven. I was wanking my fat cock with fully loaded balls, and I knew that my sister knew I was jerking off in her toilet, and that she was actually trying to listen in. It was so kinky and such a turn on.

For some reason – I'm not sure why, but all of a sudden I leant over and turned the door knob and slowly released the door. I didn't fully open it, though released it just enough for my sister to be able to peak in if she wanted to.

It took a few moments, but then there she was. She was looking at me through the small crack of the opened door. She looked down at my fat 7 inch cock and clearly liked what she saw. She was smiling brightly. She grabbed the door and swung it open further so that she could see well.

I stood there looking at her while I wanked. It was hot. It felt so good and so right. I finally realized I was now wanking off for my sister. She was totally engrossed, looking up and down between my eyes and my fat cock.

All of a sudden she walked into the cramped toilet, and pushed me back as she did. I stepped back to accommodate her, continuing to wank my thick cock. 

Once enough room was made for her in the cramped toilet space, she knelt down in front of me. 

It was pure bliss. My sister was now kneeling in front of me while I was wanking off. 

She looked at me, looking at my eyes for a long time while I stroked my big cock. She then turned her face down to be starring at my thick cock as I stroked it, now so ready to cum. 

She was now just looking at my cock, watching me wank harder and harder. She knew I was about to cum.

I was ready. My balls were now full of cum and I was about to unload. I needed to drain my balls, and maybe my sister was going to let me drain my bloated balls on her face.

My sister continued to stare at my cock, and must have known I was about to cum from the changes in the strokes. They were now long and slow strokes. 

She then looked up at me and nodded.

"Drain your bloated balls over my face. Shoot that wad in my face".

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. My sister had just asked me to drain my balls all over her face.

I was about to get to cream my sister's slut face. She was amazing too look at while jerking my fat cock. Her pretty face, hair pulled back up in a bun and dorky glasses on that looked so hot and would allow me to blow in her face as hard as I could, not worrying about shooting into her eyes. Hopefully she would keep her eyes opened and would let me blow in her face as she watched.

I grabbed her head and guided her to be more underneath my cock head, at the perfect angle to receive my load. She opened her mouth wide, and was staring at me, seemingly urging me on with her eyes. All of a sudden my balls started to unload. My first thick white stream of cum blew out of my cock head and ran up the middle of her head, up her chin, in her mouth and up her nose until shooting into her forehead and into her hair. Her glasses now had a nice thick line of cum running vertically up them. It was the perfect first thick stream of cum, and perfectly aimed as I pulled her head back a little to take it perfectly up her face. A second and third load quickly blew out, and I aimed my dick directly between her eyes to be able to cream her face properly. I blew hard. Her face was covered in my hot load. Cum had begun to drip down off her nose and onto the floor. Then cum on her chin was starting to drip.

She kept looking at my cock. It was odd. I never wanted to put my cock in her mouth, and I don't think she wanted to suck my cock, as is normally the case, but she just knelt in front and let me blow all over her face. I didn't want her to wank me either, and nor did she try to wank me. It was as if we both thought that me just standing in front of her and blowing all over her face was nothing incestuous, that we had not broken the lines as we had not touched each other. Which ever perverted logic we both used; it was the perfect excuse for more cum loads to be aimed into my sister's face.

I was now looking at my sister's cum smothered face. It was incredible. She sat there and then just looked up at me and said,

"That was nice".

Jane then ran her fingers over her chin and then ran some cum into her mouth to taste.

"Tastes great too".

I was spent. My dick was now hanging low, after unloading a huge load. I felt incredible, and my sister was sitting below me with my cum all over her face. She stood up and walked out of the toilet and into the laundry. I walked out a few seconds later after pulling my pants up, and stood watching her clean the cum off her face with a towel. I said thank you to her, to which she replied,

"Your welcome, I often dreamed of having you cum all over my face for some reason, as if it was meant to be that one day this day would come".

I was in heaven. My sister had taken my load over her face, and was not upset at all.

"Can I shoot another load over you before James gets home?"

"Yes that would be hot. One more load in my face before he gets home. Then a few more wads tomorrow".

That afternoon at about 4.30pm in the afternoon I blew another load in my sister's face.

The next morning, after James left for work, I covered her 3 times before lunch.

At random times throughout the day she would walk up to me, and then kneel down in front of me anywhere around the house. Id then pull my pants down and pull my cock out, and begin wanking it even if flaccid. I would just wank my dick in front of her face wherever we happened to be in the house. Id get fat within a few minutes, and just shoot it in her face, not even letting her touch it, or getting her to suck it.

It was perfect.

Every time I was about to blow she would say,

"Unload your balls all over my face".

I can't wait to go back up there again.

Hopefully this coming Christmas ill get back up to paint her face.



My Sister and My Daughter



My wife left me when Marisa was just four years old. We had had a solid, passionate marriage with the usual problems, but always lots of love and lots of hot sex. When she walked in on me and my younger sister Karen fucking like rabbits, that changed a few things. First she was going to sue me and take Marisa, but I had records of the funds she had stolen from her workplace, and that combined with her previous criminal record (which she had not revealed to her employer) left me with the power to destroy her career, her reputation, and her livelihood. In all truth, she just wanted more babies, and when Marisa became a toddler, she was disappointed. She wanted a baby to coo and burp and wet its diaper and all those things, but I was satisfied with one child and I didn't want any more. So my wife moved out and found a guy and got immediately pregnant, and Karen moved in with me.

Karen and I had always sort of had a crush on each other and had kissed a few times when we were kids, but nothing had really developed until I moved away and went to college. I came back in the summer, when I was 20 and Karen was 18, and something about her had changed. She was certainly wilder and freer, and we did things together as adults, clubbing, partying, gambling -- all sorts of things that built a new bond between us.

One night after we got home from a club, we were having a nightcap and joking and laughing at the kitchen table. At one point there was a lull in the conversation, and Karen downed the rest of her drink, looked me in the eye with a smirk on her face, and got down on her hands and knees and crawled toward me. When she reached my chair, she looked up at my face with a smile, and very matter-of-factly undid my zipper, reached into my pants, hauled out my cock and started sucking on it. I was stunned, but it seemed so natural. My beautiful, loving sister bobbing on my dick and sucking furiously -- I was in heaven. It didn't take me long before I grunted out, "Oh God, Sis, I'm gonna cum!" to which she moaned "Mmmm-hmmmm!" encouragingly and sucked even harder.

I gasped and choked out a low groan as I blasted an enormous load of thick, white semen into her mouth that she greedily swallowed every drop of. After she had squeezed out the last pearly drops onto her tongue and gulped it down, she looked up at me again, her cheeks glowing and an adoring look on her face, and my heart melted. I knew that I loved her like a sister, but also as so much more. Every day thereafter she gave me at least one fantastic blowjob until I left for college again in the fall.

That year I met Debbie, fell in love, and we were married the next summer. I had resolved to be true to her, but the second I saw Karen again, I knew that I had two loves, and nothing could ever force Karen out of my heart. At our wedding, Karen was one of the bridesmaids, and I will never forget the moment when I said "I do"; I looked over at my sister, proud and beautiful, a beaming smile on her face and a hint of a tear welling up in her eye, and thought of how her belly was full of my sperm as she stood there with us in front of the whole congregation.

Anyhow, Debbie and I had a good relationship, and the sex was hot, but very vanilla. She didn't like oral sex, and wasn't into experimenting very much. Karen, on the other hand, wanted to take me further. She was the one who more often than not suggested that we try anal, golden showers, or BDSM. Sex was so exciting with Karen that it became more frequent. Debbie and I quickly discovered that she was actually pregnant during the wedding; we figured the date of conception was about two weeks before the big day. Debbie and I fucked like lunatics during the pregnancy; she was constantly horny and had incredible, powerful, noisy orgasms. She loved to be bent over and pounded from behind doggy-style as she moaned and whimpered for me to fuck her harder. When Marisa was born, the moment I looked at her I knew I had three loves. My heart was full and life was wonderful. Karen came over frequently to assist with the baby, also sneaking in a blowjob whenever she could. She helped out babysitting and often she would come with Marisa and me to events for kids. Debbie just wanted another baby, and increasingly lost interest in our daughter as she grew older.

After Karen moved in there was an adjustment period, but Marisa had always known Auntie Karen, and loved and trusted both of us. Her mother hadn't paid an awful lot of attention to her as she grew, so she was sad and missed her mommy, but came to view us as her mother and father. Karen and I fucked madly, passionately, and constantly. Now that she could suck my cock whenever she wanted, I was getting two to three blowjobs a day from her on average, and in the evenings we would fuck on the couch, downstairs, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, bedroom, or wherever. My balls were often sore from all the activity, but I loved it and I loved how Karen always pushed us for more. Sometimes it seemed like it was a game to her to see how much sperm she could coax out of my balls in one day. Life was still wonderful, even without Debbie.

When Marisa was six, I got a transfer and we moved out east. Karen and I bought a house together, she got a job, Marisa started in school, and we built a life together. All our neighbours and coworkers knew that Karen and I had the same last name, and that Marisa called her "Auntie", so they just assumed that Karen and I were married and that Marisa was mine from the previous marriage. We did nothing to dispute that assumption, so things were even better for us. We could kiss and hold hands in public, attend functions together... everything was more perfect than I could have hoped for.

In private, we made a point to call each other "Big Brother" and "Little Sister", or variants thereof as often as we could, particularly when we were having sex. It made it seem extra kinky and naughty, especially since this was our dirty, perverted secret. It affirmed for each other that even though no one we associated with really knew, we knew who we were, and that this was an immoral, taboo, incestuous relationship, and that we loved each other all the more for it.

In the summer twelve years later, Marisa was eighteen and graduated from high school, and my beautiful little sister and I were living life like a married couple still passionately in love with each other. I would buy her flowers and trinkets and sexy underwear, and she would meet me a couple of times a week at lunch to take me into her car in the parkade, suck me off and swallow my semen. We often embarrassed other couples with how affectionate we were with each other.

Marisa was now a young woman, with a tall, slim shapely body and perky B cup boobs, the face of an angel, and medium length brown hair. She had an amazingly shaped ass, plump and juicy, with a wonderful subtle flare at her hips that gave her a sexy hourglass figure, despite her slimness. Even though she was incredibly attractive, I had always viewed her simply as my daughter, and loved her with pure, adoring protective fatherly love. She was my angel, and my sister was my she-devil.

I had noticed that Marisa seemed mopey lately, quite the contrast to her usual contentedness. Karen and I were up watching movies and drinking wine one night while Marisa was out with her friends so I brought it up. "Oh, she's just having boy troubles," Karen said to me.

"Boy troubles?" I asked. "Isn't she over that? She's been dating that Trevor character for months now. She was mooning over him for the last two years, what the hell is the problem?"

"Sex," was Karen's monosyllabic reply. I gulped.

"Uh, ok, what about sex?" I asked, not too sure I wanted the answer. I knew that Marisa was indeed a fully sexually mature woman, and probably had been sexually active for several years now, but I didn't really want to know about it. I had given her what I thought were all the proper talks about biology and mechanics, tried to avoid moralizing, and trusted her to make good decisions. I guessed she was an adult now, so I could confront the idea of her as an active boinker, and try to do what I could to help her solve her problem.

"Well," explained my little sister, "She's having issues because Trevor is pressuring her for sex. They have kissed and felt each other up, but he wants to go all the way. She doesn't know if she wants to do that."

"Huh?" I half-choked, trying to keep my composure and sound unconcerned. "What's the big deal? They've been dating for what, three months now? She's supposedly in love with him, they're both adults; I figured they've been fucking plenty already."

"Phaugh," scoffed Karen. "First of all, your little girl is a virgin." My heart leapt a little, I don't know if was relief, pride or what. "Second, she's in love with you, Bro, not Trevor."

I spat wine across half the room and convulsed into a coughing fit. "WHAT?" I managed to splutter out. "Are you nuts?"

"Hardly" was her amused reply. "You must be blind or stupid to have missed that. Haven't you noticed the way she looks at you? Don't you think it's a little odd that at her age she still wants to spend all this time with you? How many eighteen-year-old girls still climb into their daddy's laps and give them kisses on the cheek?" I was speechless. "Why, I'll bet that she goes to bed every night, looking at that picture of you on her nightstand while banging away at her little clitty, calling out "Daddy! Daddy!" into her pillow when she cums."

"WHAT THE FUCK??" was all I could manage to croak out. Karen's merriment was clearly displayed on her face. Was she being serious?

"Oh my god, you are blind and stupid," she continued, taking a sip of wine. "I think it's the reason she's still a virgin. Her daddy stole her heart and she hasn't met anyone else who can light her fire. You are seriously telling me you never had any idea?"

"Fuck, no," I retorted. "She's my daughter. I don't even think I should be listening to this!" I blustered.

"Oh, give me a break. Your little sister sucks you off a hundred times a month, and that's ok, but you can't even talk about your daughter? She's totally in love with you! Don't tell me you haven't noticed how hot she is?"

"Yeah, she's gorgeous!" I exclaimed. "A goddess! But she's my little girl! I can't even think about her that way!"

"Bet you could if you tried," she sniffed. "Didn't you see her body in that bikini at the lake last week? Your daughter is a fox. Tight little ass, delicious titties. Didn't you see her nipples poking out when she got out of the water? She's dynamite!"

"Yeah, I noticed. But I tried not to look! Fuck, I almost went blind!"

"Tried not to look!" she burst out. "That's the whole problem!! There she was, looking drop-dead gorgeous, in her sexiest outfit ever, parading around, dying to get your attention, and you just ignored her!! And you wonder why she's upset? You're breaking her heart!!"

We sat in silence for a few moments. Karen drained the rest of her glass and I just sat there stunned. "You're not kidding about this, are you?" I probed. "Are you sure? How do you know?"

"I know she's a virgin because we've talked about it," she stated. "And as far as being in love with you, dummy, I just haven't had my head up my ass. Anyway, I'm getting bored of this movie. Get down here and lick my cunt," she grinned at me as she hiked up her blue minidress, put her legs in the air, and skinned out of her panties.

I wasn't completely with it, but there's no way I could pass up an offer like that! I got down on my knees and took my place in between my little sister's thighs as she lightly stroked her shaved pussy lips, her legs still high in the air. Her aroma was delicious, musky and sweet, and I wasted no time in licking and slurping all over her mound. I loved the taste of my sister's pussy from the first time I licked it, and I was loving it now. She spread her outer labia with her fingers for me, and I drove my tongue deep into her vagina, periodically flicking it over her clit an inner lips as she sighed and rocked her hips.

"You know, big brother," she began as I ate her, "if you haven't thought sexually about Marisa, you should. I'm okay with it. In fact, I endorse it. And it would be fulfilling her dreams, too." I still really didn't know how to respond, so I just concentrated on pleasuring her orally. "Then she could give up all this nonsense about boyfriends and relationships, and just get on with being in love with you. That would take all the apprehension out of sex for her. You really would be doing her a favour."

"You're crazy, Sis," was all I could manage, and I buried my face deep in her snatch and started sucking.

"No, seriously. Unh", she grunted. "She's all messed up about sex, unh, because she feels like she'd be giving up on you, unh, if she does anything with anyone else. Uh. Unh. Yeah, suck my cunt just like that." I took her clit mound into my mouth and started sucking harder rhythmically, flicking my tongue against her clit as I did so. "If you'd just fuck her, Unh, Unh, she'd feel loved and complete, Unh, UNNNHHHHH, and beautiful, OOHHHHHH, and fulfilled, AAAAAHHHHH YESSSSSSS SUCK MY CUNT I'M GONNA CUUUMMMMM!!!!!!!" She screamed and grabbed handfuls of my hair, bucked her hips wildly and squirted her girl-juice into my eager mouth. I gulped down her hot sweet love liquid, and kept slurping her pussy mound until she forced me up by my hair. "Enough! Fuck, enough, too much, I'm way too sensitive!!" she gasped as I beamed at her, my face glazed with her juices. "Wow, awesome, you always suck my pussy so good, Big Brother!" she praised me as she panted and caught her breath. "Now come here and kiss me!"

Our tongues intertwined and my cock was rigid and straining against my pants. As we kissed, my thoughts strayed to my daughter. She was hot! Was she really hot for me? Did she masturbate thinking of me? What was her pussy like? Did she keep it shaved like my little sister, or was it full and bushy? What would it taste like? Fuck, this line of thought felt so completely wrong, but it was turning my on beyond belief!

"Come on, Bro," Karen purred, "get your cock out and put it in my mouth so I can suck on it."

"Sure thing, Sis!" I grinned. "One hard big brother's cock for his horny little sister's mouth!" I slipped my pants down over my thighs and pulled my underwear down. My dick was as hard as steel and dripping pre-cum. I straddled my little sister's face on the couch and fed her my cock. She took the shaft in her right hand and sucked the tip into her mouth.

"Mmmmm, that pre-cum tastes so good, Bro. You're all hard and horny from thinking about Marsia, aren't you?" she coaxed.

I just groaned as she sucked and licked the head of my prick as her hand gently stroked the shaft up and down.

"Remember her in that wet, clinging swim suit?" she continued. "Her rock hard nipples poking through that dripping blue material as she bounced up and down for you? She said she was freezing cold, but I know a part of her that was burning hot. Her tight little virgin twat, twitching and throbbing as she strutted around nearly-naked in front of her Daddy, her first love and her true love. She was dynamite and she knew it! She was showing off her body all for you, just a wisp of soaking cloth covering her cunt as she hopped and twirled in front of you. Actually I know another part of her that was on fire, her heart. She worships the ground you walk on. You're her hero!"

I just leaned on the couch before her with her hand milking my cock in front of her face as she dirty-talked about my little girl. I couldn't believe how horny this was making me!! My sweet, sexy, nasty fuck bitch of a sister was jacking my cock while trying to make me hot for my daughter! And dammit, was she succeeding in spades!!

She bent my cock upward and started nipping and pulling on my balls with her lips. She gently sucked them into her mouth one by one, rolling them around and flicking them with her tongue. Then she took them both in her mouth and started slurping them together as she squeezing harder on my cock and started jacking faster.

I moaned with my eyes closed, feeling completely energized sexually, a load building and tickling at the base of my dick. Karen then clamped her lips around the base of my scrotum and started sucking super-hard on my balls. I barked out in surprise and discomfort, slumping my knees against the couch as I pitched forward. She began a loud, throbbing hum as she vacuumed my testicles, pulling them down with her lips and teeth as I grunted.

The sensation was too powerful, bordering on agony as I clutched the edge of the couch and yelled out in distress. She then instantly released my distressed orbs with a sucking pop, giggling as she resumed her stroking motions on my shaft. I groaned and gasped, relief flooding to my bouncing gonads.

"You got a nice, big load in there for me, Big Brother?" she crooned. I could only grunt in reply. "Gooood, because I'm going to suck all that cum right out the end of your cock and gulp it all down. I wanna see you shoot a huge wad of sticky, salty, yummy sperm for your little sister so I can eat it all up."

She loved dirty-talking me while she sucked me off, and I loved hearing it. She didn't do it all the time, so I could tell she was extra-horny, and she was really getting off on giving me head.

She started sucking on the shaft now, bobbing on my cock, taking it deep into the back of her mouth and then sliding back so only the glans was in her mouth. She set up a slow, intense rhythm, sucking my penis deeply and deliberately. She knew this was the best way to get a big shot of cum from me, so she would usually take her time teasing me like this when she was in the mood to eat lots of sperm. I was already feeling a tingling pressure in my prostate like I needed to blow a massive wad, so I didn't know how much more I could take. She was in the driver's seat though, and I knew there wasn't anything I could do to hurry her up when she was in "blowjob mode".

She began massaging my balls in both her hands while she sucked me, gently squeezing them and rolling them around between her fingers. Every once in a while she would encircle my scrotum at the base to trap my balls with her fingers and squeeze firmly, chortling bemusedly on my dick when I gasped out. Fuck, I was going mad with lust, I felt like I would explode if I didn't shoot soon!

Then Karen went back to stroking my cock and started dirty-talking at me again.

"Why don't you think about Marisa right now? The best thing you could have done at the lake was sit her in your lap and start tickling her. You know how she loves that! She would have been able to grind her horny pussy down on your cock and make it grow. Think of how excited that would have made her feel! Knowing that her hot little body made her daddy's dick hard, wiggling her butt in your lap as she laughed and giggled. Than all you would have to do is stand her up, turn her around, pull out your cock and offer it to her. Just imagine how her face would light up with joy seeing how big and hard her daddy's cock was! And knowing she'd made it that way! She'd dive down on this thick fuck stick like it was the best birthday present she'd ever gotten! Think about that! Your beautiful, sweet loving daughter, sucking on your cock, taking it deeper and deeper into her pretty little mouth, savouring the taste and feel of her first cock, her true love's cock, her big, handsome daddy's cock!!!"

My head was swimming. This was driving me insane!

She went back to sucking hard, long, and slowly on my dick. She was teasing mercilessly now. Deliberately she drew her lips up and down on my shaft, taking the head of my cock deep into the back of her mouth, then back up so only the glans was clamped between her lips. She kept an intense vacuum around my penis the whole time, her breath coming in quick blasts from her nostrils. Fuck was she sucking hard!




My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 02



I sat in Karen's lap for some time, gazing with love at my little sister's beautiful face. A sheen of sweat glistened on our naked bodies. Her cheeks were flushed with passion, and a warm smile graced her beautiful face as I thought about the huge load I had just blasted into her mouth and she had hungrily swallowed.

I bent towards her and our mouths met in a hungry, fiery kiss. I could still taste traces of my semen in her mouth as our tongues wrapped themselves around each other. We kissed long and hard, the heat of our bodies against each other fueled our passion.

"You're a warped little girl, you know that Sis?" I kidded. "So you think I should take advantage of my own daughter, huh?"

"Ha ha, you love it!" she replied. "And she needs it waaayy worse than you do. You have a little sister that will suck you off and fuck you whenever you want. All she has is her fingers, your picture, and that Trevor character, who squeezes her boobs like he's milking a cow. She needs your cock, Bro. I think you'd be really doing her a disservice if you didn't give it to her."

"OK, I can see that you're serious. I love Marisa, but believe me when I say I've never EVER allowed myself to think of her that way. But you're right, we're brother and sister, and we fuck like rabbits. I guess it's sort of hypocritical of me to start drawing lines if she's of legal age. How do I, uh, you know, hit on her?"

My little sister broke out in a fit of laughter. "Oh my god, Bro, you are so cute... you sound like you're her age."

I snorted. "Well, this isn't exactly your standard dating scenario. I'm relying on you being right about her having the hots for me."

"It's simple, really, Big Brother. You already do everything for her she needs. You know she's upset lately, right? Just invite her for a chat and have her sit on your lap. You know how she loves that! Cheer her up, tell her she's beautiful, then start tickling her. She'll be laughing, giggling and squirming against you in your lap! Her pussy will be hot and moist. It shouldn't take much to shift things into a sexier vibe. It'll be like taking a cherry from a teenager!"

"God, Sis, you make it sound so easy!" I exclaimed. "I wish I had your confidence..."

My sister talking about my daughter like that had my cock stiffening again. Karen didn't fail to notice that development, and reached out and started stroking it.

"Seriously," she stated, "this is going to be easier than cougar hunting at male strip clubs at closing time. You can't fail. But I see you have a growing problem here that needs attention. My pussy is on fiiiiiiire, and you need to stick that cock into your little sister's cunt and fuck her real hard, right now!"

I laughed and grinned at her. "You're really in a mood tonight, Little Sister! OK, your big brother's going to stick his cock into your snatch and pound it like a steam engine!"

She spread her legs wide and I placed the head of my cock at her lips. She was slick and hot, and in one thrust I slid to the hilt inside her. She exhaled at my insertion, and the look of pure lust on her face made me want to fuck her into oblivion.

"I love you, Big Brother," she moaned. "Fuck me."

I started slowly pistoning my shaft in and out of her dripping pussy, savouring the sensation on my penis. She was so wet that I was already making squishing sounds as I fucked her. Since I had just shot a load in her mouth, I had more staying power this time around, so I set to the task of thoroughly fucking the shit out of my baby sister.

I grabbed her thighs and scooted her butt closer to the edge of the couch, spread her wide and really started driving into her. My balls and pubis were making slapping sounds against her pudenda and buttocks; small mewling gasps started coming from her throat. My little sister makes the sexiest noises and faces when she's being fucked, and right now she was kicking me into super overdrive!!

My cock was tingling as I started hammering into her twat, my prick slicing into her like a hot knife into butter, slapping and squishing noises attesting to the fury of our passion. I drove deeper and the helmet of my dick started beating against her cervix.

Karen started crying out, "AH! AH! AH! AH! YES! YES! GOD YES! FUCK ME! AH! AH! YES! GOD, FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT!!!" I didn't think I could get any more turned on, but her words drove me to new heights of lust!! I looped my arms underneath her thighs and lifted her so I could stand on my feet with my legs bent. I drove my rod into her quim with a fury, ramming into her as fast as I could, my glans battering away at her cervix and g-spot, causing her juices to start leaking out all over her ass.

Her gasps and cries started building up into a keening wail. If there were any neighbours anywhere near the house, I was sure they must have been able to hear! "OHHHH FUUUCK, BRO, I'M GONNNA CUUUMMMMMM!!!!!!" she screamed, her head thrashing back and forth, her eyes shut tight and her hips bucking wildly.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" she howled out as her pussy clenched down hard on my dick. I huge spray of girl-juice shot out of her pussy, spattering all over me and onto the throw rug and couch. Her hands were flailing around and grabbing onto anything they could, the cushions, her hair, her boobs, my shoulders, as she convulsed and writhed as she came all over my cock.

I started slowing my pace and her eyes snapped open as her mouth gasped for air. "OK! OK! OUT! OUT! ENOUGH!! I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!!"

I withdrew my cock with a grin as she shuddered, her head rolling around and her eyes blankly staring at nothing. "Was that good, my sweet little sister?" I asked her.

"Fuck." She replied, panting. "Fuck, too good. Soooo fucking good. I haven't cum like that in a long time. Wow, did you fuck me good!!"

I just laughed as she gasped and heaved. "Ooooh, fuck, I can't stand up!" she laughed. "Oooh, too sensitive. Wow, I'm vibrating." She made half-hearted attempts to stand, then gave up, lying on her side curled up, shivering. "Hmmm, you need to cum, huh, Big Brother?"

"I'd love to, Little Sister," I said. My cock was glistening with her juice and pointing towards the ceiling.

"Why don't you fuck me up the ass?" she invited. "That would be soooo good right now, and I, uh, sure squirted out enough lube for it."

"Fuck, Sis, you are a wild woman tonight! OK, I'm in! Get your ass ready, here comes my cock!"

She rolled over on her hands and knees, spread her legs and thrust her butt in the air. Then she started running her fingers over her butt and thighs, moistening her anus with the juices. She then gently stroked her labia, shuddered, and started inserting her fingers into her asshole. There was so much of her juice that in no time her fingers were slick and sliding into her rectum two, then three at a time. My dick was hard as steel and throbbing. I scooped some of her juice from her thigh, causing her to jump a bit, and rubbed it all over my shaft. She spread her legs wider and pushed her butt up and out more.

"Come here and fuck my ass," she breathed as her hips gently rocked back and forth.

I moved forward and placed the tip of my tool at her puckered anus as she withdrew her fingers. I spat on her asshole, causing her to giggle, and gently pressed in with my cock. Karen spread her butt cheeks with her hands, trying to give me easier access. She gasped as the head of my cock popped in, and gave a low groan as my shaft entered her rectum slowly, inch by inch. She growled a deep, throaty "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." as my cock filled her fully, balls deep in her bowels.

"How's that, Sis?" I queried.

"Sooooo fucking good...." She moaned. "Go slow. Slow and deep."

I slid the length of my shaft back and almost out, then slowly back inside. She purred the whole way. The fronts of my thighs were sticky to her butt because all her love juices. I loved the feeling. I slowly withdrew again, spat on her anus, then gradually reintroduced my dick to the depths of my little sister's ass. Her head was tilted to the side up against the back cushions of the couch, so I could see her eyes shut tight and the smile on her face.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she purred as I slowly drove into her ass to the hilt, briefly pausing with my full weight against her butt, my cock probing into her colon. Then I drew back out, paused again with the tip just inside her sphincter, and leaned back in, letting my weight push my cock all the way up her ass.

"OK, you can go faster now," she guided. I started carefully increasing my pace, thrusting in and pulling back, using my hips rather than my full body. Karen made little cooing yelps as I penetrated her bottom to full depth. I continued pumping in and out. The sight and sounds of my little sister were always so arousing and exciting while she was being sodomized, and tonight everything seemed to be just that much hotter.

"Do you want to cum, Bro?" she rasped out in between her yelps.

"Fuck yeah, Sis" I rumbled. "I have another river of cum built up. I can feel it right in my guts. This is going to be a huge load."

"OK, fuck me," she prompted me. "Fuck me up my ass! Give it to me good and hard, Big Brother, and shoot you jism right up into my asshole!!"

"God, yes, Sis!!" I barked, as I shifted into high gear. I started driving my cock hard and fast, slapping against her ass cheeks as I plumbed her butt, reaming my little sister's rectum, stretching it out wide with the force of my determined pounding.

I felt the beginnings of my orgasm start as Karen started crying out, "UH! UH! AH! UH! FUCK!! UHHHHH!!!" as I mercilessly fucked her butt. It was an incredible sensation, feeling the friction of her clenching rectum on the shaft of my penis as I hammered deep into her beautiful rump, preparing to fill her bowels with my white, thick load.

"Oh, shit, I'm gonna cum Sis!" I gasped. "I'm gonna cum right in your ass!!"

"Yeah, fuck, do it!!" she encouraged. "Do it! AHH! Cum!! AHHHH!! Pound me hard and cum right up my fucking ass!!!! AHHHHHH!!! YEAAAHHHHH!!!!"

My rhythm was blinding now, my hips and cock a blur of motion as I furiously butt-fucked my little sister, my balls tightening as I prepared to unload my sperm in her rear.

"OOHHH, FFUUUUUUCCKK!!! HERE IT COMES!!!" I roared as I felt the first spurt rise. Ecstasy seized my body as my cock spasmed and twitched, erupting in an almost painful blast of jizz, balls deep in Karen's butt.

"God yeah!! Shoot your sperm in my asshole!! Oh, god, I can feel it spurting!! Oh, fuck, more!!" Karen yelled out, egging me on. She was such a sexy slut, and I couldn't get over how hot she was. Dirty and nasty, better than any porn bitch I had ever seen. And she was my sister! And I fucked her all the time! I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet.

My penis kept swelling and pulsing as my semen pumped it's way into her bowels. I could barely move as I came, spurt after spurt filling my sister's ass to overflowing with white, thick cream.

I finally slumped forward, spent completely as my dick was lodged to the hilt in her colon. "Ohhh, my sweet little sister. That was so good. I love you so much," I sighed, bending forward to kiss her. Our lips met as she twisted her head back to meet me. We kissed hard and deep, our mouths searching and reaching for each other, trying to find the depths of our souls through our mouths as I felt her anus clench periodically on my slowly softening rod. It was like her ass was giving my cock loving, gentle squeezes. I knew she loved to feel my cock grow soft in her rectum, so I stayed on top of her like that and we kissed, until after a few minutes my dick was almost completely flaccid, and I slipped out.

"Oh, fuck!" Karen giggled, "Uh, it might be a little messy!"

I got off of her and she rose a little unsteadily. My semen dripped from her anus. She giggled again. "I'm gonna run and clean up before we totally ruin the furniture down here!" she stated and rushed off to the bathroom. I collapsed on the couch, my body overwhelmed with sensation and my mind running a million miles an hour, with perverted thoughts of my horny, slutty little sister, and my sweet, beautiful, innocent daughter.

The next day was an agony of anticipation and anxiety. I imagined what I would say to Marisa, thought about how she might respond, slipped into fantasy about what might occur... My cock would start stiffening, and I would get freaked out, try to cool myself off, think totally unsexy things... I was terrified of what might happen if Marisa walked in and I already had a raging boner. That was sort of the point though, wasn't it? God, it would be so much easier if she was like Karen. She had made the first move on me all those years ago. How had she gotten the guts? How did she know I would respond? What if I had wigged out, rejected her, said she was sick and needed help? Fuck, what if Marisa says that to me? My conflicting thoughts were giving me near panic attacks.

My phone went off. I checked it and it was a text message from Marisa. "Just got off the bus, Daddy. Be home in a min."

My heart skipped a beat. My dick started swelling in my pants again. I gave my head a quick shake and exhaled sharply, trying to imagine geriatric nuns or dead puppies. "Look natural," I told myself. "Be cool. No problem. What are you, like fifteen or something? It's all in control." Shit, was I sweating?

A couple of minutes later I heard a key in the lock, and then the door opened. In walked my gorgeous daughter, her chestnut brown hair held back with a barrette, her perky boobs straining against her black skull-and-crossbones t-shirt. She had on a pair of skinny jeans with black sneakers. She put her purse down on the table and came towards me. She had no makeup on her angelic face –she was such a natural beauty – but she didn't have that million-dollar smile that I was so used to seeing.

"Hi, Daddy," she said as she encircled me in a hug and kissed my cheek. Once again I was fighting the urge to get a hard-on at the sight of my perfect daughter. It was easier this time since I was so genuinely concerned about mood.

"Hello, Angel," I beamed at her. "Where's my big smile today? Didn't you have fun with Julie and Jamie last night? I thought you girls always had a ball!" Don't lay it on too thick, I told myself. Be cool.

"Yeah, we had fun, Daddy," she replied distractedly.

"And aren't you excited to go back to the lake next weekend?" I asked her.

"Yeah. You know I always like going to the lake," she said blankly. "I guess," she added.

"Oh, come on," I said in a playful voice. "I know when my pretty little girl has something bothering her. What is it, sweetie?"

She looked directly up into my face with her deep brown eyes and a tiny frown. She looked like she was about to cry. "It's nothing, Daddy," she said in a defeated tone. She turned to go upstairs.

"Now, wait," I began. "I can tell something is eating you." Hm, I'd sure like to be the something that was eating you, I thought as my prick twitched. "Come on, honey. Talk to Daddy. You know you're still my little Mars Bar!" I said to her, using the nickname I had given her as a child.

"Daddy, I'm not a little girl anymore!" she protested exasperatedly as she whirled to face me.

Oops. This wasn't going so well. OK, time to pull out Karen's advice.

"I know, Marisa. I know you're not. You're a grown woman. I know I have to start treating you like an adult. You're smart, you're responsible. I didn't mean to make you feel like a kid, sometimes I just think of you as my daughter." Oops. Oops again. Shit! Damn it, get it back on track! "I'm just concerned about you. You know I love you. I love you with all my heart. And you're a pretty young woman. In fact, you're about the most beautiful young woman I've seen in my whole life."

"You have to say that," she said. "You're my dad."

"No, but I really mean it. I've seen you grow into about the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world. Sometimes I have to catch myself when you come around the corner from the bus stop. 'Wow, who's that hot girl!' I say to myself. Then I remember it's you," I grinned at her.

She giggled half-smiled back at me. "Thanks, Daddy," she said.

"I do know something's bothering you though, and I want to help. I promise I will talk to you and treat you like the grown woman you are, but will you indulge your old man a bit and sit in my lap so we can have a chat?" I asked, my heart racing a bit as I sat on one of the kitchen chairs. Down, boy, I thought to my dick, trying hard to keep control.

"OK, Daddy," she said in a small voice as she looked into my eyes with her head sort of bowed and a pixieish grin spreading on her face.

She sat across my lap and sort of slouched, her head still bowed but her eyes raised to meet mine. Was that love in her eyes? Maybe that kind of love? Yes, I thought to myself. Damn, my little sister really seems to know what she's talking about!

"All right," I began. "I've noticed that something has really been bugging you lately. Let me take a wild stab at what's causing it. Is it about a boy?"

"...Sort of," Marisa said softly.

"And is it because you're a little confused? Maybe things weren't what you were expecting, or what you thought they were?" I continued.

"Yeah, sort of," she said.

"Is it because Trevor maybe isn't what you thought he was? Maybe he's been not quite the total gentleman sometimes?"

Marisa's smile went sort of half-cocked, but she said nothing.

"Well, let me tell you something. I was his age too once, and I did things that were a little less than gentlemanly sometimes. When a young man is attracted to a pretty girl, they will push for things in a way that isn't so nice. Hormones rule their actions. I have never questioned you or your judgment, and I trust you to make good decisions. I just want to make sure that you put yourself first. Make sure that if you do anything, it's because it's what you really want. Having a boyfriend is one thing, but you're past the puppy love stage. Things can get serious and I want you to always think about the future when you act. Think about what might happen next week, five years, or ten years in the future. If Trevor is the right guy for you, you'll know it. But if he isn't, or there's someone else you think that is, well, you don't have to do anything with him that you don't want to, right?"

"Right, Daddy," she grinned at me. She put her arm around me and leaned in to me more.

"Besides which, young bucks like that don't know how to treat a lady anyway. It's only wizened, experienced men like your dad that really know what a woman wants. For example, I knew you were feeling a bit sad, and I wanted to cheer you up. So...." I said, reaching for the bag that I'd hid under the table before, "These are for you."

I handed her the colourful bouquet of flowers I had retrieved from the bag, watching as her mouth opened in a huge smile and her whole face lit up with delight. Reaching down into the bag again, I produced a small felt box, saying, "These are for you too, sweetie."

Her smile broadened further as her as widened in surprise and curiosity. She put the flowers down on the table and opened the box, discovering the two small diamond earrings that I had bought for her earlier in the morning.

"Oh, Daddy, they're beautiful!! The flowers, and the earrings!! I'm so happy, Daddy, thank you, thank you!!" she exclaimed.

She removed the studs she had in her ears, put them on the table, ran to the hallway mirror and put the earrings in.

"Daddy I love them! They're so pretty!!" She ran back into the kitchen with uncontained enthusiasm exuding from her entire being. She fairly leapt onto me in a big hug. She wrapped her arms around me as she straddled me, kissing my cheek again and again. "I love you Daddy!" she squealed. I put me arms around her, returning the deep hug. "You're the best!" she said. I was acutely aware that if it wasn't for a few layers of cloth and about one inch of distance, her pussy would have been rubbing against my cock. I couldn't remember the last time we had sat like this; it certainly had been at least ten years... My dick responded by starting to come to attention, this time I didn't fight it as diligently.




My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 02



I put my forehead to hers and said to her directly, "Nothing's too good for the most beautiful, fully grown woman in the world."

Marisa giggled and gazed into my eyes. Hoo boy. This was something powerful. I felt my heart soar as my penis awakened to semi-hardness. My daughter was straddling me in my lap and looking at me with utter adoration. And I looked back at her the same way. Oh my God, Karen was so right!! How stupid had I been not to see this!

"Now there's that million-dollar smile I wanted to see!" I grinned. "So are we feeling a little cheered up then?"

She giggled again. "Yes, Daddy." She was glowing and her eyes sparkled.

I put on more of an impish grin, and gently dug my fingers just below her ribs. She chuckled. I did it again a little higher and a little harder. She squealed in laughter and grabbed my wrists. Then I really went for it, digging my fingers into her ribs, tickling her armpits, the insides of her elbows, dancing my fingers across her belly, up her spine to the base of her neck. She screamed and howled in peals of laughter, wriggling and struggling, shifting and bouncing. My cock was more or less fully erect now and throbbing. She was so beautiful, so adorable! She was grinding and rubbing her crotch all over the bulge in my pants. My eyes widened when I noticed her nipples were erect and poking through her shirt. This was perfect! This was magical!! My gorgeous daughter was gasping out, "No!! Stop it!! Please!!" in between screams and roars of laughter, leaning back with her head thrown back, her mouth wide open and eyes shut tight. I swear I could feel the rising heat from her cunt through her jeans, radiating out and overwhelming my groin. My cock was rock hard now, pulsing with steel passion in my pants. This was it! Over come with love and lust for my delicious daughter, I leaned in to start nibbling on her neck and earlobes...

...When the doorbell rang. Marisa and I both stopped, sat upright, and looked towards the door. She quickly looked back into my eyes, her mouth open and panting, her cheeks flushed, strands of her hair hanging in her face. Her nipples strained like knife-points against her T-shirt, threatening to poke right through. She quickly kissed me on the lips, hopped off me, grabbed the flowers and headed for the stairs.

"I love you Daddy!!!" she sang out as she ran upstairs.

Shit.

The doorbell rang again.

Muttering to myself, I got up and headed to the door. Opening it and concealing my rigid erection behind it, I saw the face of Celia, one of our neighbours.

"Hi! I'm just here to drop off some baby things. Karen said she knew someone who had a use for them. I've got to run!" she said quickly, thrusting a plastic tub filled with all sorts of colourful plastic and cloth items into my arms. "Say hi to Karen and Marisa for me! Bye!"

Celia ran off and hopped back into her car. I closed the door and heard the sound of the shower upstairs.

I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. I sat down and opened it as my erection began to wane.

...to be continued.



My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 03



Goddam Celia! Could she have timed it any worse? I took a swig of my beer. I was angry. I looked at the bin of baby stuff that had placed on the floor, silently cursing it. I sat there for half a minute or so, then I got a hold of myself. The moment was perfect, right? I listened for a few seconds to the shower. Marisa was naked, right now, in the shower. So what's the next logical step?

I downed my beer in three gulps, gave my head a quick shake, and headed up the stairs. My half-hard dick began rising back to full hardness. I began to imagine my daughter, who not five minutes ago had been wriggling around in my lap, soaping up her lean, tight body underneath the hot, steamy spray from the showerhead. I imagined stripping out of my clothes, pushing the shower curtain aside, taking her into my arms and giving her a deep, hot kiss.

With a surge of energy I bounded up the last few stairs and rounded the corner heading to the bathroom. The sound of the shower grew louder in my ears, and I heard the voice of my daughter singing mingled in with it. I stood in front of the door for a second, composing myself, steeled my resolve, and reached for the door handle.

...And found the door was locked. Locked?

I paused for a moment, and tried it again to be sure. Yes, it was indeed locked. What the hell? Was that a mistake? What if it was deliberate? Shit, what if she was all freaked out now? She HAD to have been able to feel my erection through my pants. Hadn't she? Fuck, then she runs up the stairs and jumps in the shower? Did I make her feel dirty, and she had to wash off? But she was singing... She can't have been totally creeped out if she was singing. Damn, I couldn't make out what song it was. It sounded like a cheerful sort of melody though. What was going on here?

I sort of panicked for a minute, imagining all kinds of horrifying scenarios involving her looking at me with fear, or disgust. Treating me like a pervert, a sicko. Shit, what if Karen was wrong? Did I misinterpret a girl's innocent love for her dad as lust? Was I so blind with twisted desire that I almost ruined our relationship forever?

I backed off in a sort of daze... She said she loved me. That's right, the last thing she did before heading up the stairs; she said she loved me. And she had that dazzling smile on her face that had been missing for the last couple of weeks.

But she locked the door to the bathroom. That was obviously not an invitation for me to walk in and join her. Could she not feel my hard-on? Was it all innocent and playful to her, just a father trying to cheer up his daughter? Would I have really fucked things up if I had walked in the bathroom if she forgot to lock it by mistake? Shit!

I shuffled down the hall towards her bedroom. The flowers I gave her were on her night table in a vase already, still wrapped in paper. I reached out and gently touched the petals on the ones nearest me, letting my gaze fall on the framed picture of me she kept on the same night table, right next to her when she slept. What should I do? I was so confused. My erection was waning again. I had what felt like the beginning of a mild case of blue balls. OK, I guess the right thing to do at the moment was just cool my heels, make myself available, and wait for her to make the next move.

But what if she didn't make a move? Crap! What to do? I wandered back up the hallway, my balls gently throbbing. Damn, I needed to cum. I wished Karen were there... to give me guidance with Marisa, or to suck me off and swallow... or maybe both. My eyes turned and met Marisa's grad photograph on the wall. That gorgeous, immaculate smile, her penetrating brown eyes... I was so in love with her. I stared at the picture while the sounds of the shower and my daughter's singing filled my ears. Then something caught my sight.

The laundry hamper -- one of the cuffs of Marisa's skinny jeans was hanging of the lid. Had she just stripped out of her clothes and thrown them in there? If her jeans were in there, then...

I opened the hamper and, yes indeed. Inside the crotch of her jeans was a pair of yellow cotton panties. Panties she had just been wearing not five minutes ago! While she was grinding in my lap!

Now, I've never really had much of an underwear fetish before, but the moment my eyes focused on that garment, an electric shock went through my whole body. I started breaking out in a cold sweat, my breath getting shallow and rapid, and my cock rapidly surging back to hardness. In a trance, with tingling fingers, I retrieved the piece of lingerie and held it in my hands, starting at it intently. I was fairly shaking. I turned it over, around, and inside out, in awe and reverence the idea that this heavenly wisp of cloth had cradled my sweet daughter's nethers scant moments before...

I noted that there was a tiny yellowish, damp spot in the crotch. My hand fumbled with my zipper as I put the panties to my nose and inhaled deeply. The subtle, musky, sweet aroma filled my nostrils and set my brain on fire with tingles. My right hand drew out my throbbing dick and encircled it. My balls were throbbing and pulsing, overloaded with sperm. I felt like I had to cum or I was going to burst! I started rapidly pounding my dick as my eyes focused on Marisa's picture again, her radiant beaming smile, her perfect, winsome countenance...

My cock felt like a rod of steel and my heart was pounding in my chest. I was frantic with lust now, overcome with crushing love for my daughter and incendiary desire. I draped her panties over my tool so the crotch panel wrapped my glans and started furiously yanking my dick for all I was worth. In ten seconds, I felt my orgasm start, an alarmingly urgent pulsing, starting in my prostate and engulfing my entire body. I fell forward against the wall, my face inches from Marisa's photo, my breath coming in rapid gasps as sweat poured from my forehead. The first shot of semen that erupted from my spasming cock was so enormous it felt like I was urinating, my balls retracting powerfully up against my shaft, my prostate cleching like a fist, rocketing jizz from the tip of my dick. "UHHHhhhhhhh..." I groaned as wave after wave of ejaculatory rapture seized my body. The first shot of cum had soaked through the crotch or Marisa's panties, and the subsequent were like a continuous flowing stream of spunk, only briefly interrupted by the crushing contractions in my prostate pumping out copious volumes of ejaculate. "Marisa!" I called out as I violently ejected my cum into her panties while I stared transfixed at her photo. "Marisa!!!..."

Right at that moment the shower had stopped. "Yes, Daddy?" came my daughter's voice from inside the bathroom.

I froze in panic, my daughter's underwear draped over my erection, semen soaking through it, coating my hand, dripping onto my pants and the hall carpet. "Uh, what?" was all I could stupidly bluster out.

"Did you call me, Daddy?" she asked from behind the bathroom door.

"Uh, yes, I was, uh, just wondering what you wanted for dinner? I was thinking of ordering pizza..." I bumbled my way through, hiking my pants up and trying to tuck my cock away. I was a dripping mess.

"That sounds great!" Marisa said.

"OK, sweetie, I'll order it now," I said, stumbling towards my bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower before dinner too."

"OK, Daddy!"

I quickly stripped out of my clothes, bundled Marisa's panties up in my shirt, balled my underwear, socks and pants around them, stuffed it deep into the laundry hamper and ran off to the master bathroom to start the shower. I was in such a hurry that I almost forgot to order the pizza. I quickly grabbed my cell phone, made a quick order from Joe's Pizza, and leapt in the shower, still dripping with semen.

My thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion, anxiety, excitement, fear, guilt... I turned on the water and sprayed the clinging strands of semen off of my hand and dick. My balls felt like they had just been kicked, and my legs were a little wobbly. Holy hell, what was I doing? Uncontrollable erections, stealing panties, jacking off outside the door where a girl was showering... I really was acting like I was Marisa's age, wasn't I? I had to get a grip on myself. And not just on my cock.

I soaped up and scrubbed the sweat off of my body. The pain in my nuts was lessening, and I felt calmer and clearer. I had to think about this carefully. I was sure at a couple of times that Karen was absolutely right. But was that just my dick thinking? What if she was wrong? Man, this was nowhere near like asking a girl to the prom or any shit like that, the stakes were so much higher. OK, what's it worth to you, I thought. Do you really want your daughter that bad? Do you want her at all? Fuck, yes, was my answer to myself. She is not only celestially beautiful, but smart, funny, pure as the driven snow... I want her with all my heart. And all my dick. I want take her in my arms, kiss her hard on the lips, squeeze and suck her nipples, lick my way down her belly, taste her sweet virgin pussy, put my cock in her mouth, finger her clitty, fuck the living hell right out of her...

My cock started rising to attention again, and my balls surged and pulsed with a tingling throb. I was going to have to beat off again just to get my feet back on the ground.

I shampooed my hair while the blood engorged my dick and it came to full hardness. I turned around as I rinsed off and grasped the shaft of my penis. I slowly stroked it up and down as I leaned my head back into the full stream of the shower, getting the last of the shampoo out of my hair. Then I thought I heard a bit of a rattle.

Yep there it was again. The door handle! Shit, had I locked it? Marisa was coming in to join me in the shower and I had locked the door! Well fuck that, I was about to step out of the shower, slick and dripping with hot water and a raging boner swinging in front of me when I heard my sister's voice.

"Hey there, Babe, can you open the door? I have to pee!"

OK, Karen not Marisa. Not so bad... My mind was definitely doing cartwheels here though. Well, good, I needed to talk with my sister and get things figured out.

I did my slick-and-dripping-swinging-boner act and opened the door for Karen.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Good to see you too! Is that for me?"

She stepped into the bathroom and clutched my hardness, coming in for a kiss. I fairly attacked her mouth with savage lust. I kissed her fiercely and deeply, sucking and nipping on her lips and tongue.

She gave out a little "Whoop!" of surprise, then a giggle. My hands started tearing at the waist of her pants, unbuttoning them, unzipping her fly, sliding them down, slipping her panties down, probing the folds of her vulva, seeking out her clit.

"Whoa! Slow down there, horn dog!" she laughed. "I meant it when I said I had to pee. Something's sure gotten into you!!"

She dropped her pants the rest of the way, raised the toilet lid, spun around, sat down and instantly let a rush of pee go. "Whew!" she breathed. "That's better. So did something get into you or did you maybe get into something? Bring that cock over here so I can suck on it."

I took a couple of strides and presented my glistening hard-on in front of her mouth. She grasped it and added, "And if you DID get into something, and then washed so that I couldn't taste her on your dick, I'm going to be some pissed!" With that she swallowed my cock in a single gulp and started rhythmically sucking on it. Her right hand started fondling my balls, which was mildly uncomfortable, but delicious at the same time.

"Ahh, yeah, that's nice" I sighed. "And no, I didn't get into anything. Other than the laundry hamper. Celia came by at exactly the wrong moment and that kind of broke things up."

"Yeah, I saw the bin there. So she broke up exactly what? What were you doing? Wait a minute, the laundry hamper?" She went back to sucking my rod.

"Yeah, uh, the laundry hamper." I related what happened as my sister blew me, and she popped my cock out of her mouth with a laugh when I finished.

"So you jacked off into her panties?" Another series of laughs came from her lips as she stroked me. "My god, it's a wonder that you're not still a virgin. You had her ripe for the taking, and you let her slip away. It's a good thing that you can fuck or I'd probably dump your sorry ass for being such a loser."

The shower continued spraying away as we talked, masking the details of our conversation and filling the bathroom with steam.

She stood up, wiped herself with some toilet paper, kicked out of her pants and bent over the bathroom counter. "OK, show me how good of a fuck you are," she purred.

I spat on my hand and rubbed it on the shaft of my cock, which was already wet with her spit. I approached her from behind, placed the helmet of my prick at her entrance, as thrust forward, impaling her vagina with my hard-on.

"Yeahhh, nice!" she chimed as I filled her with the bulging thickness of my engorged prong. "So you're worried that she might be getting cold feet, huh? Well let me talk to her about it at dinner."

"What?" I asked incredulously. "You're going to ask her if she's freaked out that I tried to fuck her?"

"No, you idiot. Shut up and keep fucking. Geez. I'm going to talk 'around' the subject. I'll know what she's thinking. Or I could just grab you both by the hair and force your mouths together."

I rolled my eyes as I rhythmically thrust into her snatch from behind. "Sometimes I don't know if you're even taking this seriously. Do you realize what's at stake?"

"Yeah, I sure do. Your daughter's heart. She wants you worse than anything in the world. Mmmm, yeah, fuck me like that. And I'm going to do my damnedest to make sure she gets you. I don't want you to be the one the got away from her. She'll regret that for her whole life. Ahhhh, deeper, deeper. Mmmm! That's good. You said you saw the look in her eyes. Open yours up. And start thinking with your heart, not your head. Now come on, pound that thing into me."

At this point, she seemed like she was right and knew everything, so I took her advice and shut up and started fucking her vigorously.

I thrust my hips forward and started slamming into her cunt from behind. My balls had that stretchy, throb pulsing in them, and my dick was almost numb. I looked into my sister's lovely face in the mirror and I fucked her deep and hard. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shut and her mouth hanging open as she gasped in pleasure. My thighs and pubis were making slapping noises against her ass checks as I drove into her rapidly. 

She bit her lower lip and growled out, "Mmmmrrrhhhh... Gonna cummmm...." as I increased my pace again. I grabbed her hips and beat her pussy into a puddle of quivering mush at double time pace, thrusting and withdrawing at blinding speed, SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! sounds coming from our colliding flesh whenever I met the apex of my thrust.

"Yeahhhh!!! Fuck me!! Fuck me!!! Oh god, keep fucking me!!! Ahhhhh, cummminggg!!!!" she wailed as I pistoned my cock deep into her clenching pussy at breakneck pace.

She bucked and snorted, thrusting back against me with her back arched as she hissed out her breath. I slowed my pace as she shivered and gasped.

"OK, your turn!" she said as she hopped off my dick and turned to kneel in front of me. She circled the base of my cock with her right hand and started sucking hard on it. Her cheeks hollowed with every stroke and her tongue was working the underside hard. She was making SLURP! SLURP! sounds loudly as she vacuumed my dick with all her might, over-stimulating me and bringing me to the edge of orgasm rapidly.

She sensed this and took just the head in her mouth, sucking furiously while her right hand started pumping my shaft with lightning speed. My body seized as I began to erupt in my little sister's mouth.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!!!" I yelled out as the force of my orgasm wracked me. I bucked involuntarily and the head of my cock popped out of her mouth just as my first blast roared out, spattering her left cheek in white, sticky jizz. She quickly re-engulfed my rod and resumed sucking like a tornado on my glans, beating my cock off as the remaining spurts of semen gushed into her mouth. She gulped it all down and took my whole cock into her mouth, straining it at the back of her throat as she grabbed my balls and squeezed hard.

"UUUHHHHH!!!!" I groaned out as she compacted my already-throbbing balls in a vice-grip and began massaging the base of my cock just in front of my anus with her fingers.

I was near paralyzed with the intensity of the sensation as she coaxed out any tiny remaining drops of cum into the back of her throat as she nearly sucked my cock right off my body. She then released my balls and stopped her massage, letting my penis slip out of her mouth with a laugh.

"Mmmm, that was awesome. Tasty, but thin. Lots of it. Big, big load," she said as she wiped her cheek. I collapsed to the floor, utterly drained. I felt like I couldn't move a muscle, barely able to lie there and pant, trying to catch my breath. My balls really hurt now. My sister turned off the shower and started cleaning herself up.

"Come on, Babe. The pizza will probably be here soon, hey?"

I rose with some effort, dried my hair in a towel, and went into our bedroom to dress for dinner.

Dinner was a bit awkward. The pizza was delicious, and I noticed that Marisa was wearing the earrings that I bought her. Karen joked around and kept things light, but I felt a mixture of guilt and anxiety -- I kept trying to subtly gauge Marisa's reactions without staring and see if I could get any hints of what she was feeling. Every now and then I would catch her gazing at me with a wry smile, like she was in on some secret joke. She was smiling again though, and that brought me no end of relief. I smiled back at her whenever I could.

At a lull in the conversation, Marisa suddenly stated, "I just talked to Trevor before dinner. I'm going to go over to his place and watch a movie with him." She smiled a broad grin, then when sort of sheepish. I tried to act impassive. It felt like someone had just punched me in the gut.

"OK, sweetie, have a good time there," I croaked. "Don't let things get out of hand, and remember what I told you!" I tried to sound confident and caring. I wasn't sure that I had accomplished that.

"You'll be better off if you keep things IN hand," Karen winked. "Make sure you get home before 11 PM, though, you remember you still have a curfew young lady!"

"Oh, don't worry, Auntie," Marisa replied. "And don't be such a pervert. You better not embarrass me by saying anything like that when any of my friends are over."

"Ha, ha!" cackled Karen. "Just let me at a chance to embarrass you! You have fun. Just remember that me, and especially your dad, love you very much. You just make sure you think with your head, not your girlie parts!"

"Oh my god, you are such a freak! You and dad really need to lighten up. Grown woman here! Legal adult! Totally capable of managing my own affairs!!"

"Yeah sure," said Karen. "Have fun. Don't be late though. Say hi to Trevor for us!"

My heart was sinking like a stone. I hadn't felt this crushed since high school. "Yeah, have a good time darling! Don't be out too late!" I think I managed a brave face. Why did I have to try so hard? I was dying inside. What if I raised her spirits just enough to go all the way with her boyfriend? I would never forgive myself...

When Marisa had left, Karen and I lounged around in the rec room. Karen was surfing some of her favourite web sites, and I tried to find anything to distract me. I couldn't take my mind off of Marisa and Trevor -- what was going on there? What if she was kissing him and getting all worked up? The anxiety was driving me crazy!




My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 03



"Karen," I began, "I'm a little scared and confused here. Two days ago, I hadn't even ever thought about Marisa's love life. Now I'm feeling like a love-sick puppy. What the hell is going on here? What have you done to me? What do I do about it?"

"You shut up and chill out, Bro," she said flatly. "Look, you don't seem to get it. She is totally in love with you. If you're totally in love with her too, great. Just sit back and let things happen. Sure, she's out with Trevor. So what? He has the romantic skills of an orangutan. You just gave her a little boost. She's struggling with the idea of being in love with her father, but a night with Trevor is only going to reinforce the idea that you're the only man she could ever love."

"But how do you know? God, I'm on pins and needles here! Even if you're right, how can I, uh, seduce her? Did I even say that about my own daughter? What kind of action do I take?"

"Oh my god," Karen sighed. "What the hell is the problem? Has it been that long since you hit on a girl that you forgot how to do it?"

"I told you, Sis, this is a little different! I don't even know how to begin!"

"Begin? Just stick your dink in her mouth!"

"Just like that, huh? Just stick my dink in her mouth."

"Well, she wants it! You think it was easy for me the first time I sucked you off? You know what it was? Confidence. I acted like I knew you were gonna let me. Like I knew you wanted it. That's all. Simple."

Words failed me. I didn't know how to respond.

"So, what, you want me to do it for you? Like I said before, candy from a baby. Do you seriously want me to set up your first move?"

I paused. Was that a serious offer? If she could, that would sure help things out for me!

I stood there stupidly. "...Would you?" I asked.

"Lame, Big Brother" she sighed. "Really lame. If I was you, I'd have her sucking my dick tonight before she went to sleep."

"What? How the hell could I do that? You're crazy, Sis, I don't even know where you're coming from here. That is a total impossibility."

"Pffft.," Karen spat. She paused for a minute with a thoughtful look on her face. "Tell you what, Bro, I'll make you a bet. I'll bet you I can get her mouth around your dick before she goes to sleep tonight."

"Are you kidding?" I asked. "Ok, what bet?"

"I get your dick into her mouth tonight, I get to domme you Tuesday night. No dick in her mouth, you get to dom me."

I thought about it for a second, still bewildered. "So either I get a blowjob from Marisa and then you top me, or else I get to top you? How can I lose? It's a bet!"

"Deal!" she said. "But I call the shots and you have to do exactly as I say tonight. Don't fuck it up." She then went back to her computer. "I've got to think a couple of things through. I've got a plan."

My cock was stiffening at the prospect. I tried once again to distract myself by watching TV. I wondered what Karen had up her sleeve.

10 PM had rolled around, and I was still as apprehensive as ever. I tried to focus on the TV, but scenarios and possibilities kept playing over and over in my brain. I tried to think what Karen could possibly pull off, but I had no idea what she was plotting.

My cock was half-hard the whole time, thinking of the incredible idea of Marisa's beautiful, perfect lips wrapped around the shaft of my dick, or what would happen if Karen took charge in a BDSM scene, or what I would do to her if I was in charge.

"Ok," said Karen finally, entering the rec room from the kitchen. "Here's the plan. I've got a couple of baby monitors here I got from the baby stuff Celia dropped off. Marisa will be home by 11. And she will be on time, because she doesn't want to lose any of her privileges, especially now that she's out of school. You'd better get to bed now, just in case she's early. She'll text before she comes in anyway, but I don't want any scrambling. You get to bed naked, pretend to be asleep. I'll have the monitor on in the kitchen so you can hear what's going on. I'm going to have a girl-to-girl chat with Marisa and feed her a couple of drinks. She's a lightweight, so she'll get a buzz on pretty quick."

"Then I'm gonna get her to try practicing a blowjob on you. You turn off the baby monitor, pretend to be asleep, we'll come upstairs, sneak into our room, get your cock into her mouth, and it'll all be good. I'm not promising orgasms, oral cumshots, swallowing or anything. But that's the deal. And I get to tie you up and have my way with you on Tuesday, got it?"

I was still bewildered by how my little sister was taking charge of this whole operation, and she seemed to have such unshakable confidence! "Ok, I got it Sis! I guess I'm off to bed naked, then! Fuck my cock is so hard. It's gonna be sore by 11!"

"Not my problem, Bro," she grinned. "I'm looking forward to Tuesday!"

"Me too, Sis! I sincerely hope you win. Good night! Love you, Little Sister!" I went over to her and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She gave my cock a squeeze through my pants.

"Love you too, Big Brother."

We had tested the baby monitors and I was settled in bed. The alarm clock on my night table read 10:52. I was restless, anxious, horny, scared, and about ten other emotions all at the same time.

Karen's voice came over the baby monitor, "Just got a test from your little girl! She's on her way home, Trevor's going to drop her off in about five minutes. Sit tight! I've got it all under control!" My heart skipped a beat and my cock leapt at the sound of her voice. How was she going to pull this off?

I heard the door open and shut sometime later. There was some motion, and the muffled voices of Karen and Marisa in the front hall. I strained to understand their words, but there was too much static and ambient noise. My heart was pounding.

"Where's Daddy?" came Marisa's voice over a rustling sound, obviously now in the kitchen.

"He was tired, turned in early. So it's just me down here. I was just about to have a drink. Why don't you join me?"

"Ok, Auntie. Can you pour me one of those orangey drinks you gave me last time? Those were sooo good..."

"Your wish is my command!" There were sounds of motion and some clinking. A chair scraped the floor and I heard the pantry door close. A short time later I heard my sister's voice again. "So, do tell! I want juicy details. If there are any. I can tell by the look on your face you want to talk about something."

"I don't know, Auntie..." came my daughter's voice. "I thought I had things figured out and made serious decisions about three times this month. I know stuff is different now that I'm out of school. Trevor and I aren't gonna see each other everyday in the hallways anymore. I thought he was the one, but, I don't know..."

"Why not? Did something happen?"

"No, nothing really. Nothing... nah, nothing."

"Hmmm, sounds like a lot of nothing. Well, if you want to talk about it, I'm all ears. If not, I'm good. I trust if anything really bad happened, you'd let me know, right?"

"Yeah, of course, Auntie. It's just that he keeps pressuring me for sex. He's not forceful or anything, but he's, um, persistent? I think I want to have sex with him, but he's... just so..." I was on the edge of my seat eavesdropping in on this conversation. My heart was in my throat, my stomach full of butterflies. "He's just such a dork. He keeps grabbing my boobs, and not soft or gentle. I told him to try being romantic and tender, but he just squeezes like he's kneading bread dough or something. And he tries to grab my crotch. A lot."

Karen laughed. "Teenage boys. So you want him to slow down, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Well, there's a couple of easy ways to do that." Karen took a sip of her drink. "Easiest way is to focus the action on him. Take control. He'll be so stunned that he won't just slow down, he'll stop dead in his tracks."

"Focus the action? Um, what are you getting at, exactly?"

"He's been at you the whole time, right? Trying to undo your pants, sticking his hands down your shirt... Turn the tables! Unbutton his pants, unzip his fly, and get his cock into your mouth. That'll shut him up and put his whole brain in neutral."

Marisa burst out in nervous laughter. "Are you being serious Auntie? Oh my god, I can't believe you just said that!"

"Are we talking, or are we talking? Here, finish that, I'll pour you another one." I heard the sounds of movement and rustling, pouring of liquid and the clinking of ice cubes.

"Oh my god, Auntie," said Marisa again. "I just never thought I'd hear you say something like that." There was a pause. "I, uh, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot," replied Karen.

"Um, I, uh, I really wouldn't know the first thing about... about giving a, you know, a blowjob..."

"Really?" Karen replied nonchalantly. "'Kay, so you're a virgin. And your mouth's a virgin too?" I heard a pause. "How 'bout handjobs? Virgin hands too?" Another pause. "'Kay, you know what a blowjob is, right?"

"Well, duh, Auntie. I have internet access. I've seen a couple of movies too. But I've never even, uh, seen a real penis, like in real life. I... I'm sure I'd be horrible at giving a blowjob. I'd embarrass myself."

"Well, there's the rub, huh? So to speak. The only way to get experience at anything, including blowjobs, is to practice."

"...Ok, practice. Like how?" I could sense some sarcasm in Marisa's voice.

"Well, your dad has a penis."

The pause was agonizing. I could feel the tension. I was breaking into a sweat! What the hell was Karen doing? Did she really just say that?

Marisa started snorting and snickering and laughing like a horse. "What?!? Daddy? You're shitting me here, Auntie! You almost had me for a second!!"

"Hell, I'm being serious. Your dad's upstairs and asleep. And he sleeps like the dead. How do you think I got so good at blowjobs? I used to sneak into my dad's room and suck his cock in his sleep. I knew a couple of girls who did the same thing. We all wanted to seem like we knew what were doing. No one wants to give a lousy blowjob. So I found out what a cock felt and tasted like in my mouth long before I had any of my boyfriends'."

What? Did she really suck our dad off? What the fuck? Was she being serious, or was she just trying to convince Marisa? I didn't even know what to think!

"Are you kidding me, Auntie? You're crazy!" laughed Marisa.

"Nope. It's the best way to learn. Men have erections in their sleep all the time, they have sexy dreams all the time, some of them have wet dreams a lot. If they sleep deep, that's a cock right there ripe for the suckin'. They never know the difference."

There was another lengthy pause. "No way. No way, Auntie. I couldn't! I mean, Daddy? What the... no wayyy!!"

"Oh, come on. He'll never know. I'll never tell. And you'd be surprised how many girls out there learn to give head just like that. So he's your dad. So what? A cock's a cock. I sucked the hell out of my dad's cock. A couple times a week for a bit. Probably 50 times all in all. He never knew. Just woke up with a big smile, and thought he had a real sexy dream."

I could hear Marisa giggle.

"And your dad's got a reeeeal nice cock, too," Karen went on. "Big and thick, meaty and tasty. Perfect cock to practice on. If you can get him into your mouth, you'll be ready to handle just about anything."

There was another pause. "But he'll wake up, I mean, what if he does wake up?" asked Marisa. "What then?"

"He won't," said Karen. "And if he does, I'll be right there with you. Just duck down under the bed, I'll pretend I was sucking him. He'll never know."

"Oh my god, I can't believe we're talking about this!" giggled Marisa. "Are you for real? You really sucked your dad's cock? Lots of girls really do this?"

"For real. The first twenty blowjobs or so I gave were to my dad in his sleep. And LOTS of girls do this. Just no one talks about it."

They sat in silence for a while. I could hear the clinking of ice cubes.

"Ok, Auntie," Marisa said, "How do I do this? I've never..."

"It's no problem at all," said Karen. "We'll just go upstairs, turn off the hall light, open the door quietly and sneak into the bedroom. Your dad sleeps naked, to you just get down beside the edge of the bed, push the covers aside, and get to it!"

"Oh my god, I can't believe... I need another drink."

"Ok, but just a small one. This is a lesson, you don't want to get so drunk you forget what it was like. Plus, you don't want to get drunk and clumsy. Falling down, or nicking his shaft with your teeth could wake him up." I heard the sounds of Karen preparing another drink.

"So no teeth? Any other pointers? Do I lick, or suck, or, like blow, or what?"

"Just put it in your mouth, keep your right hand on the shaft, stoke it gently. Then you can lick, suck, kiss, bob up and down on it or whatever you like. Just no teeth. And you don't really blow. Maybe, like a light puff of air to tickle him from a couple inches away, but when it's in your mouth, you suck, you don't blow."

"Oh my god, I can't believe I'm really going to do this!"

"All right, well, there's no time like the present. Why don't you finish that glass and we'll head upstairs?"

I was freaking out! My cock was hard as steel, my balls were throbbing, every hair I had was on end! Karen did it! This was really going to happen! Oh, lord, this was really going to happen!!

I quickly rolled over and shut off the baby monitor, tucking it into my nightstand. Ok, pretend to be asleep. Got it. Fake snoring? No, just deep, regular breaths. What position should I be in? On my back. Easy. No problem. That way she doesn't have to move me at all. But my boner is going to be sticking through the covers! Ah, so what. Karen already covered that one. I heard soft creaks on the stairs. Oh my god, holy shit, this was actually happening!!!

I laid out on my back, let my mouth hang slack and began breathing deeply and evenly. My heartbeat was wildly out of control, but I couldn't do anything about that. My prick was twitching and pulsing, harder than titanium and forming a tent with the covers. Each second seemed like an hour.

Finally the door began opening. Slowly, it widened, and through squinted eyes, I could barely make out Marisa's silhouette in the doorway. My daughter!! My beautiful, gorgeous, precious angel! And she was sneaking into my room to give me a blowjob!!! My brain was on fire!

"He's asleep," I heard her whisper.

"Good, go ahead," Karen whispered back. "He could sleep through a war. Just be careful, be quiet. And I'm right here, if he wakes up, just duck down quickly and I'll cover for you ok? Don't get cold feet. This is going to be easy. And you'll love it, I promise!"

"Ok, Auntie!" she whispered. "Oh my god!..."

She began silently walking toward me. I couldn't hear any movement at all, she was being so careful. I couldn't even hear her breathe. This was torture! I closed my eyes completely and concentrated on controlling my breathing. Slow and even. In and out. My cock felt like it was in a vice, the pressure was so intense!

Eventually I felt the covers move ever so slightly.

I heard Karen whisper from the edge of the bed, "Go ahead, he's dead asleep. And look, he's already got a hardon! He's probably having a dream about some beautiful girl. A young, beautiful one like you!"

"What do I do, Auntie?"

"Just reach in there. Pull the covers to the side, nice and gentle." I felt cool air on my thigh. It was driving me completely insane to lay still like this.

"Oh my god! Look at it! Oh my god, Auntie!"

"Nothin' I haven't seen before. That's all for you, you look at it. Why don't you take it in your right hand? Nice and gentle, ok?"

I felt it! I felt her fingers, my daughter's fingers, brush against my cock! I struggled to stay still. "Auntie, it's so big!" Marisa stroked my member lightly, then she gently encircled it in her grasp. It felt so good!

"I told you," Karen whispered. "Feel how hard it is? Nice, huh?"

"It's beautiful... I've never seen anything so beautiful..."

She lightly and slowly began pumping my shaft up and down. My cock throbbed painfully. Oh, my perfect, pretty, gorgeous daughter was stroking my cock with her hand. I was so overjoyed, so full of pleasure, so alive...

"See, he's still dead asleep. Has no idea we're even here." Karen paused while Marisa continued so slowly and lightly masturbating me. "We came here for a blowjob, though, right? Why don't you take a taste? Give it a lick." Oh, bless you Karen!! My wonderful little sister!!

I felt Marisa lean in, put her other hand on the edge of the bed, and lower her head. I felt the slightest tickle of her tongue on my cock head. I had to use all my will to keep from jumping and crying out. "Auntie, he's leaking!" she whispered.

"That's pre-cum, he's definitely been having a sexy dream. Give that a taste. I love the flavour."

I felt her sweet tongue lick from the back of my helmet in an upward motion toward my urethra. Oh, sweet ecstasy! It felt so fantastic! And it was my daughter! Licking the pre-cum from the tip of my dick!

I felt her lap like this a couple more times, then she stretched her mouth around my rigid glans. I thought I would blow my load right there! It took everything I had to keep from coming. She uttered a soft, "Mmmmmm," obviously enjoying the taste and feel of my prick and my juices.

"See? It's good, huh? You're doing great so far, Marisa! You'll be giving world class blowjobs in no time!"

My beautiful daughter was making little "Mmm! Mmm!" sounds on my cock as she gently sucked me. The vibrations were sending me into orbit. I wanted so bad to respond, to moan out, to call her name, anything... It was torture, such ecstatic torture...

"Try licking while you suck. Nice and gentle," Karen encouraged her. "Now take it a bit deeper. Back out and back down. Slowly. In and out, don't ever let it slip totally out of your mouth though. That's it. Nice and steady. Good girl, you're a natural! Okay, now why don't you see how much of it you can take into your mouth. Open up nice and wide, mind those teeth! Breathe through your nose. Good, good! Okay, you don't want to go to far, you can gag. For a first timer, I wouldn't recommend deep throat. Oh, nice! Good girl! That's so far! Mmmm, that looks so good. You're doing amazing!"

She had at least half of my cock past her lips. My eyes were rolling back in my head as I fought to give no sign of the roaring waves of pleasure shooting through my cock and my whole body as my beautiful daughter fellated me. I had never known torment and pleasure like this! Trying to keep still, trying to keep my breathing under control, not to gasp, not to move my hips....

She began sucking again. With two thirds of my cock in her hot sweet mouth, she began sucking on my cock like it was a lollipop. She had the base of my cock encircled in her right hand as she sucked. She kept it up at a gentle, steady rhythm, like she was sucking on a pacifier. A little contented moan came from the back of her throat, and she lay her head down on my belly. I felt her short hair spill over me, and she rested the full weight of her head on me as she suckled my penis. I felt so full of love, and my cock felt like a column of fire.

She lay like that for some time, happily sucking away on me, clearly lost in the pleasure of the moment. I prayed for it to never end. "Yeah, you like that don't you?" whispered Karen.

"Mm hmm," moaned Marisa over my prick. "Mm hmm."

"Good, I love it too. I knew I loved it from the first time I had my dad's cock in my mouth. Blowjobs are so good when you enjoy them, and I can see that you're going to love them!"

Marisa started bending her neck and bobbing her head with her sucks. It felt so divine. She was amazing. So gentle, but so enthusiastic. This may have been the best blowjob I'd ever had. She was just loving the taste and feel of a cock in her mouth for the first time.




My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 03



"Ok, when you're giving blowjobs, you don't want to tease the guy too much. Especially if he's really horny. This is about when you'd want to start to try to make your guy cum, unless you really wanted to drive him nuts. Why don't you start stroking with your right hand again?"

Marisa did as my sister suggested, and started stroking while she sucked on me. I didn't believe this could feel any better, but how wrong I was! I felt my orgasm begin in the bottoms of my toes, I fought so hard to not tremble and to keep still... Agony of lust!!

"Ok, go faster. I think he's going to cum soon. Do you want to try to swallow it? I love sperm, I always have. I swallowed it the first time, I didn't like the taste much, but I quickly learned to absolutely adorrrrre the taste of jizz. It's gonna be really salty, do you want to try it? Ok, faster. You might have to back your mouth off a bit. Try licking the tip while you stroke. That's it, good. Ok, a little faster. Yep, he's gonna cum soon for sure. Don't take it out of your mouth, guys hate when you do that when they cum. He's close, I can tell. Faster. C'mon, go faster, move that hand! Yeah, that's it! Jerk him. Jerk him harder. Ohhh, yeah, he's gonna cum! Get ready! Think popcorn, girl, think popcorn! Here's it comes....!"

My daughter was rapidly jacking the shaft of my cock while she sucked on the tip! Oh, god, I couldn't take it! I loved my little girl so much, she was so pretty! And sucking my cock like a slut!! I was out of my mind trying to keep from yelling out as the vibrations took over my whole body. I couldn't stop myself! I gasped out loud as the world exploded in crashing waves of pure, erotic, rapturous energy! I ejaculated with a force I'd never known! A titanic blast of semen blasted from my cock right into my daughter's sweet, wonderful mouth. She tensed in surprise. Another glorious ecstatic geyser of hot jizz launched into her gaping maw and she choked. I struggled to keep from thrashing about as strand after strand of white semen leapt from my dick, spewing all over myself, the bed, and Marisa as she sputtered and coughed.

"It went up my nose!" she choked and then sneezed. "Ack!!"

"Ssssh!" whispered Karen. "Ssshh, ssshh, you were wonderful! You were so good, god, I wasn't half that good the first time! You were so, so hot, you made him cum super hard! Don't feel bad, you tried, it's ok, no guy on the planet wouldn't have given that blowjob 10 out of 10. You were on fire!"

Marisa snorted and gasped, then froze.

"No, it's ok, it's ok, he's still asleep," whispered Karen. "It's ok, see? He didn't wake up. Probably had the best dream of his life though. Was that ok? Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm ok." She sniffed. "There was just so much, and it came so quick. I don't think I swallowed any. But, wow, what is that taste in the back of my throat?"

"That's sperm, honey, that's sperm," chuckled Karen. "How is it? Do you like it? First blowjob, held to completion. I'm so proud of you!"

"It tastes ok, I guess. You're right, super salty, and it does kind of taste like popcorn. But that aftertaste! Wow, that's powerful..."

"Well, I need that aftertaste. I'm gonna lick your dad clean, ok?" I could see the glow of her cell phone as she used it as a flashlight to hunt for the globs of jizz that marked me.

"I already have the aftertaste. You love it right? I can probably learn to... I'll join you, ok Auntie?"

"You're such a good sport! I'm so proud of you! A real trooper. Ok, let's clean your dad."

The two tongues danced across my body as they sought out my seed, licking it from me wherever they found it. It tickled at times, but I managed to maintain my composure and the illusion of sleep. I couldn't believe Karen had pulled this off! I was in such a state of bliss right now, I couldn't think. I just lay there and bathed in the sensation as my sister and my daughter lapped up my jism.

After some time the licks and laps became less frequent, and then finally Karen whispered, "Ok, that's about all we're going to get here. Let's tuck your father back in. I'll wash the sheets tomorrow and he'll never know. Now why don't we have a nightcap? I think your first blowjob is cause for celebration, don't you?"

"It sure is! You're the best Auntie in the world! Let's get that drink!"

With that they quietly rearranged my covers, giggled, and filed out of my room.

...to be continued.



My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 04



I lay there for a moment, my pulse pounding through my veins as I basked in the most wonderful, serene nirvana that I thought could ever exist... I felt as though I was floating as Karen and Marisa retreated downstairs to the kitchen. I took a few deep breaths and groaned in utter contentment. I was sure I had never felt that satisfied. I replayed the events of only a few moments ago in my mind. I was utterly incredulous. Had it really happened? Please let this be real and not just some wonderful dream!!

I got my composure back somewhat and opened the drawer to my nightstand. I felt for the baby monitor and grasped it. I nearly dropped it as I retrieved it; my hands, and my entire body, were shaking. I chuckled to myself at my lack of dexterity and turned on the monitor.

Waves of joy and contentment just kept vibrating through my whole being as I lay there, grinning ear to ear as I listened.

I heard sounds of motion and some thumping, then peals of girly laughter.

"I did it!" squealed Marisa. "I did it! Oh my god, Auntie, I did it!!" She then broke into another fit of giggling.

"You sure did girl!" exclaimed Karen. "And you were amazing at it!" I then heard the fridge door and some clinking. "All right, let's have a victory drink! It'll help to get that taste out of your mouth too."

"Oh my god, I can't believe it, Auntie!" Marisa gushed. "I really did it! I just sucked my dad's cock! I sucked him off and made him cum! And he came in my mouth, and we licked it up!... Oh, my god, I just sucked my own dad's cock!!" She then started to laugh again, burbling with merriment as my little sister chuckled along with her.

"See, you were all nervous about it, and it was easy," said Karen sagely. "I sucked my dad's cock a ton. Men who sleep deeply have been helping their daughters master the art of blowjobs without them knowing it for generations, I'm sure."

"Is it weird, though, Auntie? I mean, I liked it! Is it ok? Oh my god, do my friends suck their dads off in their sleep? Auntie, I really did it!!"

"Marisa, listen. It's perfectly fine, it's perfectly normal. You masturbate, right?"

"Auntie!!"

"No, really! Everyone does. Or basically everyone. I figure everyone should. But it's still sort of considered wrong, right? No one talks about it, no one admits it. All the doctors and psychologists and experts all say that jilling off is totally normal and healthy. But who admits it? Same thing with getting some practice on your dad. Normal. Healthy. But people freak right out if you even suggest it, right? Don't worry, Marisa, it's not weird, it's not freaky. And it was... totally hot."

There was a pause as they sipped. "...Jilling off?" asked Marisa with a chuckle.

"Yeah, jilling off. Like jacking off. But for girls, right?"

They both broke out in peals of laughter. "Oh, Auntie, you're the best. I feel so happy. This has been such a wonderful day. I feel..."

"What, a little drunk?"

"Well, yeah," she snickered, "but, um... it's weird. Everything's just weird."

"Weird like how?" Karen asked.

"Well, I totally thought, you know, like at the start of the school year, that Trevor was the one. But I don't know. He's been such a dork. And he doesn't really make me feel good, or make me feel pretty. He just a horny dork! He kisses me and tries to feel me up, but he just turns me off more! You know? He just... I don't know."

Karen listened in silence. I was hanging off every word I heard.

"He makes me feel like he just wants to, you know, get his rocks off or something! I don't even know if I want to suck his cock!!"

There was another pause. I sensed that Karen was just letting her talk, figuring she was on a roll. Damn, how did she get to be so perceptive??

"It's different. With Daddy, it's like I wanted to. Like, I wanted to please him, you know? I know that he was sleeping, he didn't even know I was there, but, it's like..." Marisa stalled for a moment. "It's like Daddy makes me feel good. He makes me feel pretty, and like I'm important." She took a drink and paused again. Karen remained silent. "Daddy loves me, I know he does, and he makes me feel special! He bought me these earrings today! And got me flowers, just to cheer me up! He makes me feel so happy, and he's so handsome... He makes me want to please him..."

Her speech drifted off.

"With Trevor, it's like he's none of those things..." Marisa mused softly, in a hushed tone I could barely hear. My ears were straining and my heart singing with excitement and joy.

"Well, young lady," Karen began, "we should finish up these drinks and get to bed, huh? It's late, it's been a big, big night, and we've got a big day tomorrow. Now remember, there's nothing at all weird about what we did here, ok? Normal. Totally normal. And if you don't want to suck Trevor off, that's fine. Lots of other cocks out there. One upstairs too. And from what you've been saying here, it sounds like you're having reservations about the whole Trevor thing anyway. If he's not right for you, well, that's the way it goes. His loss. If he can't treat you the way you want, too bad. He's a nice kid, I like him, but your happiness is most important."

"Thanks, Auntie," Marisa said.

"I want you to do something though, ok?" Karen went on, standing and gathering things in the kitchen. "I want you to think long and hard about what you want. What's important to you. What makes you feel good. What you want in a man. Think about that, and see if there's anyone out there that meets those criteria. Ok? Think about the way you like feeling, the way you like to be treated, and think if there's anyone that makes you feel like that. If it's Trevor, fine. If it's someone else, well, maybe you should go out with that someone else, right?"

"Right, Auntie."

"All right then, let's get to bed. I'm getting pretty tired."

"Me too, Auntie. And thank you so much, this has been really, um, really an eye opener. You've given me so much to think about... And thank you for listening."

"No problem, girlfriend," Karen chuckled.

Shortly I heard footsteps on the stairs, then Karen entered our room. She closed the door behind her, then turned on the corner lamp, dimly lighting the room. She was wearing a broad, self-satisfied grin as she turned towards me and began removing her clothes.

"You happy?" she beamed at me.

"Holy fuck, Sis," I whispered to her. "Words fail me. I think you're sent to me straight from heaven or something. Come here!"

Still grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary, she climbed on the bed and crawled toward me. She bent to kiss me and I assailed her mouth. My tongue was hungrily and passionately probing her mouth. Our lips mashed together and I kissed her with desperate love, adoration and gratitude.

"Enough of that," she whispered, breaking the kiss and climbing up my body. She pushed down on the top of my shoulders, urging me to slide down towards the foot of the bed. "If you want to thank me, I know a better way." She swung her left leg over my head and lowered her cunt to my mouth. "Here, suck on that." I greedily and graciously complied, immediately kissing and drawing my tongue over the folds of her shaven outer labia, then darting between her swollen lips and seeking her inner pink.

She bent over to her side of the bed and enacted some kind of motion. I heard the drawer of her nightstand open. I concentrated on licking her delicious pussy, savouring each wonderful moment of being allowed to perform cunnilingus on my incomparable little sister.

"Mmmm, good, keep doing that," she sighed. "Now let's see if we have some icing on this cake..." She held a white object in front of my field of view, and I focused my eyes on it. It was another baby monitor, which she switched on. "Does this make me evil?" she asked as crackles of white noise emitted from the device.

I glance up quizzically to her eyes, which returned a mischievous gleam. Hisses continued to emanate from the monitor, and I began to probe my little sister's vagina, spearing her inner folds with my tongue.

A crackling sound and a rustling came from the speaker. I was confused, so I just continued tongue-fucking Karen and dragging my lips across the outer folds of her pussy.

I heard a breath and what sounded like a soft sigh from the monitor. What were we tuned in to? It had to be Marisa's bedroom... Had Karen hidden a monitor in Marisa's room? Holy shit, you devious little freak!

Sure enough, Marisa' voice came through the speaker. "Mmm, yeah..."

"Jackpot," whispered Karen with a huge grin. "Keep listening. I've been batting a thousand so far, keep listening..."

"Oh..." gasped Marisa softly. "Yes. Mmm, yes you are. You know you are."

More soft rustling and white noise came from the speaker as I strained breathlessly to hear more. I kept my tongue motions slow and even on Karen's vulva as she enjoyed being softly eaten out and listened in too.

"You've always been. It's you, Daddy, you're the one. You've always been the one..."

Karen looked down at me wide eyed with a triumphant smile. She pointed at me knowingly and broadened her grin and raising her eyebrows. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This day had already been utterly too much!

"Mmm, yeah," Marisa's voice softly rasped. "I know, I know. I want to see it. I want to see it."

I stopped dead and Karen and I just looked at each other in amazement, both silently hanging on with bated breath at each sound that emitted from the speaker on the monitor she held.

"Oh, Daddy, it's so big, it's so big. Oh, Daddy. Please, please, I want it..."

She gasped and let out a little squeak. "Mmm yeah! Oh, Daddy, please... Please, I want it. I know. I know. I don't care. Please, I want it. Put it in, oh please Daddy."

She let out a low moan and a sound of sheets sliding came through. There was a pause. "Fuck me, Daddy."

My mind was blown into the next galaxy and I realized that my cock was once again standing at rapt attention. Oh my fucking sweet holy god!! Karen was right about everything! And my daughter was masturbating just down the hall, fantasizing about getting fucked by me and calling my name!

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned. "It's so big, it's so big! Give it to me, please, I want more. Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, fuck me!"

My cock throbbed painfully as Karen silently slid down my body. She positioned her moist petals at the tip of my dick, adjusted my member with her hand, and began sliding down my pole. I was in a state of shock or something. This was unprecedented, unforeseen, incredible, naughty and sexy beyond my wildest dreams.

"Fuck me, Daddy. No, don't stop, I want more. No, don't take it out. No. More. More. Deeper. I can take it. Please Daddy, I'm not scared, I can take it. It feels so good. Oh, Daddy, it feels so good. Fill me up."

Karen began to ride my cock as we beamed at each other, slack jawed in utter amazement and lust. I had never heard anything as arousing ever. Karen was flushed and obviously completely turned on too.

I heard Marisa's breath quicken and rustles of motion. Her voice was still hushed, but more insistent and intense. "Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, uh huh, yeah. Fuck me! Fuck me, Daddy. Ohhhh yeah, you're so big, you're so good, oh, it's so fucking good. Oh, harder. Harder, Daddy, I'm gonna cum!!"

My mind was almost orgasming with incredulous intoxicating overstimulation. The slow, sensuous friction of Karen's vagina riding up and down my rigid phallus was almost an afterthought or a distraction. It felt so good, and I felt overpowering, exultant love for my gorgeous younger sister, but my daughter's lusty voice in my ear was twisting my mind in on itself, forcing it into new shapes and places I never could have imagined. Past and future seemed to cease existence. Now was all there was.

"Yes, Daddy I'm coming!! Oh, Daddy, I'm cooommmmmiinnnngggggggg...." She cooed softly, little lusty moans emanating from her beautiful, immaculate lips. My beautiful daughter! My gorgeous little girl! A full grown woman now, horny and lusty as hell, and she was hot for me! She was coming for me!! It was all too much.

Karen increased her pace now rapidly and reached down and began diddling her clit. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." she snarled. "Fuck I'm so fucking horny. Oh my fucking god, so horny. Fucking so hot. Mmm, fuck me. RRRrrr, fuck my cunt!"

She was strumming her clit frantically, her fingers held together as a unit as they brushed across her mound in a blur. "Mmmm, fuck, yeah. Fuck, oh your cock is so fucking hard. Oh, I love it. I love slamming down on it and feeling it so deep inside of me. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, I'm gonna fuck your cock. Urrh! Ohhrrr! Oh, oh shit, I'm gonna cum, babe! I'm gonna cummm! Oh, Oh, OH, OH, OHHH!"

She was riding me like a mad cowgirl, then she suddenly froze and pitched forward. Her mouth contorted in a silent scream as her eyes shut tight, then her hips resumed their frantic bucking and she gasped out in lust, desperately trying to quell her passion and not scream out at the top of her lungs. "OHHHHHH! OHHHHHH!! OHHHHHHHHH FUUUCCK.....!!!" she half-screamed, half-whispered. She came hard and squirted a couple splatters of girl juice which splashed out over the bedclothes and my body. Her face was a twisted depiction of tortured lust, as she fought to keep her volume low as her incredible climax shook her frame.

"Ohhhh, fuck, oh, fuck..." she sighed. She dismounted and shuddered. A bead of sweat dripped down her nose and fell to the sheets. "Mmmm, yeah, so good. So fuckin' horny. Came so good. You? Horny? Do you think you can cum again?"

"I don't know what the hell I can or can't to anymore, lover! But my cock is hard as concrete and it feels like my prostate is about the size of a pumpkin! I feel like I could fuck you into next week!"

"Well, no fucking right now! Too sensitive. Wayyy too. Whoo! Good cum! Ok, I've got to get that dick into my mouth. If there's a way to make you cum again I'm going to find it!"

In a flash she slid down my body and swallowed my rod in a single gulp. Instantly she was sucking hard and deep on it like some blowjob demon. Her hair flew around as she swirled and whipped her head, reminding me of what a committed, enthusiastic, experienced cocksucker could accomplish when she put her mind to it!

"Oh fuck, lover, that feels fantastic!" I gasped, surprised at the ferocity with which she was sucking me. My whole pelvis felt numb and sore, but her aggressive sucking rhythm had me moaning softly in pleasure and my dick throbbing for release. I was so horny, I was past reason, thought, or even speech. I groaned out wordlessly trying to reach for the back of her head, then seizing motionless, then collapsing back, then sitting bolt upright, moaning and gyrating helplessly while my little sister ravaged the surface of my penis.

She began squeezing and kneading my testicles. This was a common tactic for her when she was either trying to tease me mercilessly or bring me off. I prayed it was the latter. My whole body was wracked with over-stimulating sensation. I couldn't take any teasing. But I wasn't sure I was going to be able to cum either!

Her mouth was like a suction machine on my cock, she swallowed me to the back of her throat, withdrew, and gulped me back down again. She applied a super intense, vacuuming pressure on my cock, then released it and went back to her bobbing. She squeezed my testicles hard, backed her lips off so only the tip was in her mouth, and began stroking my shaft quickly with her right hand.

"Fuck!" I gasped. "Oh hell! What the... Oh god!" I was delirious. Karen once again applied her super-vacuum suction to the head of my dick and mashed her tongue up against my tip and pee-hole, rubbing and rasping it all over the point of my prick. Her hand was jack-rabbit quick, jerking my shaft up and down, trying to coax the sperm from out of my balls. I didn't think I had any left! I couldn't cum!!

I was writhing a moaning, in an agony of frustrated sexual frenzy. I tried to cum but it was too intense!! She was going to suck the head of my cock right off! I started bucking my hips, clenching my toes, arching my back, grasping at my hair, anything, anything to try to get off!!

Karen clenched my balls in a death-grip. She beat my shaft furiously. The visceral slug of pain caused by her maltreatment of my gonads wrested the breath from my lungs, but nothing would send me over the edge!

She sensed this and released my nuts, let my dick pop out of her mouth, and wormed up next to me so her mouth was at my ear. She continued rapidly flogging my shaft. "Come," she commanded me, rasping huskily directly into my ear canal. "Do it. Do it for Marisa. She wants your cum. You know she does. Give it to her. Blow your load for your daughter. Cum for Marisa." So saying she began milking my balls again and I felt it for sure this time. It built and built, rising higher in an upward spiral. I thought I could cum but it just kept building! Karen milked my nuts harder, squeezing and releasing, squeezing again, harder, harder, harder... And I shot!!!

A ribbon of clear, hot semen leapt into the air and streaked my shoulder, landing on the pillow behind me. Instantly Karen's mouth was around my dick, sucking aggressively, lapping the dribble of cum that I produced as she beat my shaft, gently massaging my aching balls. I pumped out a tiny bit more semen from my exhausted gonads as I nearly passed out from the exertion of my orgasm. I collapsed, a gasping, trembling heap. Karen licked my cock clean and zeroed in on the clear line of ejaculate that glistened on my shoulder. It resembled pre-cum more than jizz, but she lapped it up all the same.

Karen continued slowly pumping my shaft and massaging my aching orbs while staring down at my perspiration-soaked face and glassy eyes. I felt three-quarters dead, yet more alive than ever.

"Disappointed," smirked Karen. "Not much cum at all for me this time. Good distance, though!" she added with a giggle.

"Oh fuck," I breathed. "I thought I wasn't going to be able to cum there. Holy hell I am sore. Ouch, I've never felt this drained. That cum was almost too much. Shit!"

I lay there panting as she stroked my skin. "Well, I guess I can give you a bit of a break since that's four loads in one day. And the third one was huge. I had to share that one though."

We shared a laugh and she cuddled up next to me. "God, I love you, Karen," I said.

"I love you, too," she replied. "You better eat your wheaties tomorrow morning, though, I have a feeling you're going to need to pump out a lot of jizz. Let's get some sleep, ok?"

"That's a deal!" I exhaled. Within seconds, I'm sure I was unconscious.

...to be continued.



My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 05



I slept like the proverbial baby. Completely drained, I was dead to the world, solidly, until morning. I woke up after the best sleep of my life, refreshed and full of energy. My balls had a slight soreness to them, but other than that I felt like a million dollars.

The morning was the most cheerful I'd known in our house in months. I put coffee on and began making pancakes and bacon for breakfast -- something I did every other weekend or so. I had whipped cream and chocolate chips out along with the syrup, as well as some strawberries. It was kind of my specialty, and Marisa's favourite. She always loved my cooking, and I wanted to make her a special treat.

Karen got up with me, and was reading the paper as I cooked. She sipped her morning coffee contentedly. I heard the sound of the shower and knew that Marisa was now up. She most likely had smelled the cooking, and was cleaning up for breakfast.

It didn't take her long to finish showering, and as she dried her hair, I put Karen's and my plates out and we started eating. I kept Marisa's warming in the oven until I heard the hair dryer stop, knowing that that signaled she would be down soon.

I was treated to a bit of a surprise, as Marisa came bounding into the kitchen, she was still wearing her nightshirt. It was a long T-shirt with Van Gogh's "Starry Night" printed on it, that she had worn as pyjamas for the last year or so. She didn't often come down in her nightshirt much any more, and usually not after she had taken a shower. Marisa was grinning ear to ear as she ran over to give me a huge hug. "Good morning, Daddy!" she sang and planted a wet kiss on my cheek. "Good morning, Auntie!" she said to my sister as she gave her a big hug too.

"Well, good morning yourself, there, sunbeam!" replied Karen. I just chuckled. "Someone must have had a good sleep!"

"I sure did!" exclaimed Marisa. "Maybe the best of my life! You two look well-rested too, huh? I sure hope you are, Daddy, after turning in so early!"

"Absolutely, Princess," I smiled back at her. "Great sleep!"

She sat down to eat, pouring syrup on her pancakes and taking up her knife and fork enthusiastically. "Did you have good dreams?" she asked me with a gleam in her eye, glancing ever-so-briefly over to my sister and then back. That cheeky thing! Oh, I knew what she was getting at. She was really being brazen about her ventures last night. She must have been excited. Naturally I pretended to have no knowledge of her seemingly private joke.

"I had some great dreams, sweetie!" I said with a warm smile. "Really great. You were in one of them!" I added with faux innocence, upping the ante. "I've never felt so good in the morning either, I feel super relaxed, and lots of energy. You?"

"Me too, great dreams, Daddy! The best. And I feel super, super great today!" Karen just chuckled and said nothing, eating her pancakes and flipping through the paper.

Karen quickly finished her breakfast and stated, "I'm gonna go and hop in the shower, ok? You got breakfast, I'll take care of dinner. See you two in a bit!"

"Ok, dear!" I responded, excited and terrified at the prospect of being alone with my daughter here in the kitchen.

Marisa didn't say much, but kept beaming brilliant smiles at me. I smiled back warmly whenever I could, sharing her joyous mood and enjoying the return of the happy, carefree girl I had been missing lately. I thought briefly about taking her in my arms, planting crushing kisses on her lips, caressing her budding boobies through her nightshirt, pressing up against her so she could feel my growing hardon... but I stopped.

You know what? I was happier than I had been in a long time. Marisa was all smiles, the atmosphere was warm and friendly. My cock had begun to awaken and stiffen, but I let my thoughts just drift back to a satisfied, fatherly place and relaxed. I wanted my beautiful daughter more than any woman in the world, but I also resolved myself to make this special, to not rush or ruin anything, to make this as much of a romance as I could. I wanted her to be comfortable and happy, and not do anything dumb like Trevor and ruin it. Be cool, daddy, be cool...

Marisa was playful and cheeky throughout breakfast, and she kept making little inside jokes. If she only knew what I knew!!

"This is delicious Daddy!" she exclaimed. "But I think maybe everything you make is delicious. I just love the taste of everything you do..." Such cheek!

I pretended to not get her references and just take the compliments. She was so bold though! She was clearly feeling her oats and enjoying what she thought was she and her auntie's naughty secret. She was wearing the earrings I'd bought her this morning too. We laughed and smiled through breakfast, then I got up and started clearing the table.

"Let me help you with that Daddy!" gushed Marisa. She assisted me with a quick clean in the kitchen. She surprised me again with her brazenness as she made a show of looking for a place for the whipped cream. "Where does this go again, Daddy?" she asked me as she bent down to pretend to try to find a spot on the lowest shelf in the door. She was bent straight down so her nightshirt rode up almost completely exposed her young tight ass to me. I could see her blue cotton panties covering her mound... I had to fight the urge to bound over and start grinding up against her from behind or bite into her ripe, luscious cheeks. I also struggled to keep my erection under control. As much as I wanted to take her and make her a woman right there on the kitchen floor, I was also immensely enjoying her prancing and teasing like this, watching her flirt and show off. I now realized that Karen was right, so much of her behaviour had been strictly for my benefit; to entice and bewitch me, so Marisa could show her grown-up body off for me, her father. How had I been so blind?

I just laughed and said, over my shoulder, "It goes on the top shelf, silly! By where the ketchup and stuff is!" Oh my god, what a lovely sight though. Such a beautifully shaped ass, shapely, youthful thighs, lean calves, pretty feet... My cock was dying to spring to full erection.

"Oh, of course, Daddy, thank you! Sometimes I am so silly!" she laughed, putting the can on the top shelf, where I'm sure she knew it went anyway. She then closed the refrigerator door and half-turned to look at me. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were hard points sticking through her nightshirt. She was so captivating, so beautiful!

I decided to tell her so. I couldn't imagine how many times over the last year or so she had clearly been displaying herself and strutting in front of me, and how many times I had been completely oblivious.

"You're such a smart, beautiful girl! So pretty!" I told her. "And you're silly in a good way. Every time you do something silly like that, I just love you more. Promise me you'll always be a bit silly for me, ok?"

"Ok, Daddy, I will!" she beamed at me, rushing forward to take me in another big hug. I picked her up and twirled her around as she laughed. My god, we were so happy! I had missed this so much. I resolved to give my wonderful daughter whatever she wanted from now on. Seeing her happy like this made my heart absolutely overflow with joy.

I held her close to me as I spun around savouring the sensation of her incredible, young, lithe body pressed up so willingly against me.

She kissed me twice on the cheek as I put her down. "I'm going to go upstairs and get dressed, ok Daddy? Thanks so much for breakfast, it was so yummy!"

"Anytime darling!" I smiled back. "Thanks for helping me clean up!"

She leapt and bounded up the stairs, and I had to fight the urge to whip out my dick and start yanking on it right then and there. I wanted her so bad!! But now that I knew she wanted me too, I felt confident and relaxed about it. I would romance and charm the socks off of her. Totally the opposite to Trevor, I would make her feel like the heroine in a romance novel, make her feel like the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world.

I finished up cleaning the kitchen and browsed through the newspaper. Soon Marisa came bounding back downstairs. The sight of her took my breath away. "Hi, Daddy, do you like my outfit?" she asked.

She had my earrings in, and was wearing a pair of black super skinny jeans with a black half-shirt on her top. It had some sparkly logo from a clothing store on it, and it barely covered her bra. Her perfect flat tummy was completely revealed, and her low-rider jeans can't have been very far north of her pubic patch. My first instinct was shock, that no way in hell was any daughter of mine going out in public like that, but then I thought better of it.

"Darling, you look like an absolute knock-out," I told her as she turned about for me. "I am stunned. You could model that outfit, it would sell millions!" 

"Oh, Daddy, you say the sweetest things!" she gushed as she came in to hug me again. "I love you so much! Ok, I'm going to go over to Julie and Jamie's! Say goodbye to Auntie for me, I'll be back for dinner!"

"Ok, sweetie, you have a good time!" I kissed her on the cheek and she kissed me back and got up to go. I swatted her lightly on her right ass cheek, and she shrieked and giggled. "Don't be late!" I added jokingly, as if I used the spank I gave her to emphasize my words.

"I promise, Daddy!" she laughed. "Just don't spank me!!"

I chuckled and watched her grab her purse and open the door. She shot me one more dazzling smile and waved as she left. I smiled in return, amazed and proud at how truly sexy she looked. Wow.

I briefly wished I had gotten a photograph of her looking like that before she left. That way I could look at it while I pounded my prong. Fuck, her jeans had to be a half-inch, maybe an inch above her pubic hair! Oh, that perfect, smooth belly, dipping with the curve of her hip bones... God, just maddening!! A huge part of me was still offended that she was going out like that. But a new-formed part of me was proud. And horny. She was absolute dynamite, and guys would be looking at her, and wanting her, and getting hardons... Just like I was now. But she wanted me. She would dodge all those dicks and come home to masturbate dreaming about me.

And oh, yes, she would have me. Not immediately maybe, but... soon. When it was right. When it was perfect. When I had given her the most wonderful, intoxicating, novelesque romantic atmosphere and build-up, I would take her cherry. The most beautiful, angelic, pure woman in the world, and I, her father, would be her first.

My erection was throbbing now.

Karen was naked in the shower. Perfect; less clothing for me to tear off of her. I stood up and removed my robe and kicked off my slippers. I skinned out of my pyjamas and ran naked up the stairs, my erection bobbing and slapping against my stomach with each stride. I needed to fuck, and I needed to fuck now.

"Hey, Sis!" I called out as I entered the bathroom. "Your big brother's got a hardon that could shatter a diamond! Got any ideas what to do with it?"

"Fuck, yeah," she answered, opening the door to the shower stall, "Come over here and stick that up your little sister's hot fuckin' cunt!" Water dripped from her long, dark hair, and her pussy was freshly shaved. She spread her legs and began tugging on her nipples as she leaned back into the corner of the stall.

"That's a big 10-4, Little Sister!" I grinned as I climbed into the stall underneath the hot spray. I gripped my shaft and place my glans at the lips of her vagina. Our eyes locked as I began to press into her. Our lips met in a deep kiss; my penis began slipping into her moist trench. She moaned into my mouth. I bent my legs to gain better access, and leaned further in to penetrate her. She was not entirely lubricated, so the entry was a bit rough, but I was mad with lust so I didn't pay any mind. Karen seemed ok with it too, so I thrust harder. She groaned and I slid in to the hilt. I held my dick there at full penetration for a few moments, savouring the sensation.

"Ohhh, fuck, Big Brother," Karen moaned. "Your dick is so fuckin' big. It's so fuckin' hard... I love your cock, Bro..."

"And I love your shaved, tight little pussy, Sis," I replied. "I'm going to fuck it into next week!"

I began kissing her mouth hard and I withdrew and thrust back into her. I did it again. Hard. I was as horny as a hound dog, and I fucked her hard and deep. The friction on my cock was intense, and Karen grunted every time I thrust into her. I was in overdrive, and I wanted more. I battered my way into her trench, pulling out and forcing back in, savagely fucking my little sister. I could tell by the way she was grunting that my thrusts were a bit painful, but I think I was in the mood for that. I took her lower lip into my mouth and bit it. She moaned in distress and lust. I fucked her harder, slamming into her snatch in the shower.

She gasped out, "Ouch! Ouch! Whoa, out!! Cool it for a sec, let me get some lube on that."

I allowed her to push me out and she quickly knelt before me in the stall. She swooped her mouth down on my cock, taking it all into her mouth and sucking hard. Releasing my rigid shaft, she stood up again, spat into her hand, rubbed it on her lower lips and looked into my eyes, saying, "Ok, Big Brother. Stick that back in there. Fuck me hard. Pound my pussy. Do it to me, Bro."

"Fuck, you don't have to ask twice, Little Sister!!" I responded, pressed the tip of my dick against her and sliding home. She gasped as I drove into her to the hilt, and began immediately and frantically ramming my prick deep into her snatch.

We were fucking like animals, grunting and grimacing, snarling and writhing, tossing our heads and bending our backs to grind into each other, attacking each other with feral lust. This was my little sister, and I was going to fuck her tight little twat as hard as I possibly could. I wanted to drive so deep into her that I pushed her cervix into the back of her throat. Dirty, incestuous bitch! Make me horny for my own daughter, will you? I thought. Now you're going to get your pussy beat up until you scream!!!

"God, yeah! Oh, god, fuck me, Bro!! Oh, fuck, you're so fucking hard! Uh! Uh! Fuck, god damn, you're fucking me so hard!! Oh, yeah!! Oh! Fuck, oh god, so fucking hard!! Fuck me, Big Brother!! Harder!!" She gasped and grunted as I mercilessly pummeled away at her vagina. I was in a frenzy and just kept pounding hard and deep into her. I slammed my hips forward, again and again. She was pinned in the corner of the shower stall, and could only gasp and writhe as I reamed her hot cunt thoroughly and aggressively.

I had her in a tough spot now, and I was liking being in control. I was fucking her just hard enough that it hurt a bit, as deep as I could, and she had nowhere to go. She moaned helplessly as her hips were forced solidly into the corner, all my weight ploughing deep into her. My cock was a raging force, spearing into her with all my might. I grabbed her hair with my right hand and forced her head back. I attacked her exposed throat with my lips and teeth, nipping, biting, sucking... She moaned with submissive desire...

"Slap me..." she whispered. "...Slap my face..." What a mood she was in! I was going nuts with pent-up rage and primal lust!

I slapped her left cheek with my right hand smartly. She cried out. I did it again a bit harder, leaving the red imprint of my fingers. Again she cried out, her mouth hanging open in helpless surrender...

"Out!!" I yelled at her, withdrawing my penis and pointing to the door of the stall. "Get on the fucking floor and put your ass in the air!!"

She did as I commanded and looked back at me, whimpering, "Please. Please, no, Big Brother. Don't rape me. I'm your sister. Please don't. It's wrong. It's incest. I love you, please, don't..."

I laughed cruelly, getting into the role-play. "Yeah, you think you could get away with it? Wearing short skirts and low-cut tops just to tease me? Think you can cock-tease your big brother and he can't do anything about it, huh? Well, now I'm going to fuck you and there isn't a damn thing you can do to stop me! That's right, I'm going to fuck the shit out of my own little sister!!"

She moaned a soft, submissive, "Nooooo..." as I bent over her and spread her ass cheeks. I found the entrance to her pussy with my helmet and drove into her. "No!" she cried out. "No, please, Big Brother, please don't rape me!!"

I just laughed and began pumping into her doggy-style from behind. She feigned some crying and flopped her arms around uselessly, offering me no resistance. I battered my way up into her cunt, pounding her hard as I bent over her. Sweat dripped from my forehead from my exertions and the steam that was gathering in the room.

I grunted gutturally as I fucked her, my lips curled back into a snarl and my hands with a firm hold on her hips, forcing her back against my every thrust. Karen just lay there, her right cheek against the floor, the left turned up towards me with the mark of my hand on it, her eyes shut and her mouth open and quivering. She whimpered and moaned quietly.

As I built up a faster rhythm, her little moans turned into gasps, and then cries of lust. "Oh. Oh. Oh," she panted as I beat her pussy to a pulp. "Oh! Oh! Oh god! Oh god, keep going!! Oh, god, I'm gonna cum!!!"

I doubled my pace as my abs began to burn from the effort. I drove deep into her cunt, fast and hard as I could, railing her brutally, fucking her clenching pussy with all my strength!

"OHHH GOODD!!" she wailed. "OHHH, I'M CUMMMMMMINNNNGGG!!!" I didn't slow up one iota as I slammed my way into her quivering cunt. She bucked and convulsed and she came incredibly hard, howling out and squirting girl-juice back at me every time I impaled her to the hilt. "AAAAHHHHH!" she screamed. "AAAHH!! AAAHHH!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! ENOUGH!!! FUCK!!! ENOUGH!!!"

I chuckled as I slowed up and finally withdrew my penis gently from her ravaged hole. She shuddered, gasping for breath as it slipped out. She collapsed to the floor, trembling in a heap as I rose to my feet, panting with exertion with my rigid pole pointing toward the ceiling and slick with her juices.

"Ohhhh, fuck, that was so intense..." she moaned as she lay there on the floor. She opened her eyes with a smirk. "You are soooo going to pay for that on Tuesday, you know that, right, Bro?"

I threw my head back and let out a raucous laugh. "I'm counting on it, Sis!" I said in a challenging voice. I just hoped I didn't learn to regret my words! "So what do we do about this little fella?!" I enquired, cradling my engorged penis in my right hand.

"Well, we can do a couple of things," Karen replied. "You can stick it in my mouth and I'll suck out all that yummy jism for myself, but that will have consequences."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Hold on, let's get to some other options. You can hold on to that load, like you probably should, and save it for your little girl. But I can see it's making you stupid, so I don't know if you'll be able to handle that..." she snickered. I just smiled in return. She was probably right, but stupid or not, I was happier and more excited than I think I'd ever been.

"Third option: You can jack off into her panties like a horny high school loser instead of getting some real nookie like you should be."

"Ha ha, very funny, Little Sister. That was a one-off I'm pretty sure. Or maybe not? Anyway, assuming we take option one, what kind of consequences are we talking?"

"Well, if you're not already terrified about Tuesday night, you should be," she said nonchalantly, "But trust me. If I get you off before then, you're going to be in for some EXTREMELY unpleasant events." The evil grin she added at this gave me pause.

"Well, option two would leave me blue balls from hell I would think... I haven't worked out any details for Marisa yet, but I'm not going to take any action until I'm SURE of the details... Option three is starting to look more appealing... High school loser, was it?" I grinned broadly at Karen.




My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 05



"Are you fucking kidding me? Well, if you're going to do that, I get to watch. ...Pervert."

I laughed. "Well, I can always keep option three in my back pocket. Literally even. And I figure I'm not going to push option one, since I'm probably in deep enough on Tuesday. I'm going to go with option two. For now. I'm sure that'll please you," I smiled.

"Well, call me selfish, but I do want all that sperm so I can eat it. I'm sure the load is going to be big. But Marisa needs it more than I do, so I'll defer. There's always the possibility that you'll bungle bad enough that you won't be able to get her in the sack before Tuesday, then I get to eat it anyway. I want to cum lots before then though, you're not thinking of holding out on me, are you?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, Little Sister," I smirked at her. "I'm not going to incur your wrath even more than I already have."

"Wise choice, Big Brother," she remarked. "Can't believe you came up with that one while your dick is at attention. Kinda too bad, it looks sooo good..." She licked her lips.

"Not a chance, Sis," I chuckled. "My dick may be hard, but I'm thinking more clear than ever. I needed a fuck, and by god, I sure got that! I don't need a cum that bad. I can save it for a while. But speaking of thinking clearly, I've got a question."

"Oh yeah? What's that?" Karen asked me.

"What the hell was that last night? Did you really suck Dad off? Or were you just egging her on?"

Karen burst out in laughter. "Oh, hell, I just made that up! I never sucked Dad off. Not that I necessarily wouldn't have I guess... You were just more my type. Lucky for you, huh?"

"Damn straight! And you hiding that monitor in Marisa's room? Not that I don't think that was kind of a master stroke, but... I think we should definitely remove it. It would definitely require some kind of explanation that I don't want to give. Why the hell do we have all that baby stuff anyway? Who needs it?"

"Just a girl I know. Don't worry, it will end up in hands that can use it. And yeah, let's not forget to get that monitor out. I'm pretty much done in the shower. Why don't you hop in and I'll dry off and get it?"

"You got it Sis! When I get out maybe I'll make you cum again. Would you like that?"

"Mmmm, sounds nice! I'll probably be ready for it again by then!"

I got in the shower and cleaned up. I got out about ten minutes later and shaved. My dick was still at half-mast the whole time. I was enjoying the sensation of being this horny, and I liked the idea that I would be building up a bigger load. Hopefully for my daughter to enjoy, one way or another. Damn I felt good! This was going to be a good day.

I slicked my hair back an exited our bathroom. My dick was swinging in front of me while I walked. My thoughts briefly went to Marisa's panties as I saw the door to her room, then laughed to myself. "Karen!" I called out. "Free orgasms in the Meat Department for family members for the next ten minutes only!!"

She laughed from our bedroom as replied, "Ok, that's a the best deal I've heard all day! Granted, it's still morning..."

She appeared, still naked, before me. My cock began surging to full erection.

I clutched her close and began kissing her neck and ear. Her head fell back and she laughed. I wasted no time kissing my way down her body, pausing at her nipples to suck and nip them lovingly. I licked my way down her belly, flicking my tongue quickly in and out of her navel, and knelt before her to plant longing, tender kisses on her pussy. God it was so delectable! My cock pulsed and quivered as I probed the lips of her vulva with my tongue.

"Come on, my gorgeous little sister," I serenaded her. "Lie down on the floor her and spread your legs for your big brother's tongue."

"Mmmm," she sighed, "How can a little sister refuse and offer from her big, strong, older brother? Yeah, lick me..." she said, lying down on her back.

I immediately started slurping and sucking on the puffy lips of her snatch, spreading her open with my fingers and licking up and down the tender, soft flesh of her clitoral mound. She cooed and sighed in pleasure underneath me. I thought of Marisa. I thought about that irresistible little pussy she had, covered just by the pale blue panties she wore, bent over in front of me at the fridge... And the low jeans that showed off her midriff so scandalously... And my demonic little sister was the one that opened my eyes to it all!! I loved her so much, I loved both of them so much, I vowed to eat her into next week!!!

She was gasping and groaning beneath my oral ministrations -- I sought out her most sensitive spots, ground my tongue against them, built up a rhythm, a slowly rising tempo pushing her closer to climax... then stopped. I gave her a brief break, then start to build again. Slow, deliberate, insistent, accelerating gently, rougher and more aggressive, faster and more intense, coaxing her closer and closer the edge... then off.

She moaned in disappointment. "Come on, Big Brother, don't tease me. Let me cum. Please! I'm so horny, I came so good last time, please, do it! Make me cum!"

I just laughed and started some gentle teasing licks to her outer labia. "Ten minutes isn't up yet, Little Sister..." I said huskily. She whimpered.

This time I really went for it. I worked my soft, feather light licks into smooth, long strokes of my tongue, probing further and further into the depths of her musky cleft. I increased my pressure and frequency, licking and circling my tongue all over the contours of her delicious inner labia. She moaned and breathed faster, her eyes closed against the rising pleasure.

I held her vagina open with my fingers and began eating my little sister's cunt in earnest. I dipped my tongue into her pink opening, darting in and out, tongue-fucking her in between wide, swooping licks all over her inner folds. She was moaning in lust, clenching her buttocks and rocking her hips. I was going to make her cum like an atom bomb this time.

I pinched her outer lips between my fingers and spread her wide open. My licks were fast an intense now, flicking against the underside of her clit, synchronizing with her rocking and breathing, increasing the pace, driving her closer, closer...

Her nipples were hard as pebbles, sticking up as she moaned. Her stomach started twitching... She was going to cum. Oh, yes, she was going to cum so fucking hard, I was going to make her.

"Ah!" she called out. "Ah! Ah! Yes! I'm close! So close! Keep going, keep going, keep going, oooooOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

She was bucking her hips hard now against my face. I was sucking hard on her mound, drawing it into my mouth. My tongue was a blur of motion on her hardened, stiff love button.

She screamed and threw her head back. In a blink, I removed my mouth and leapt on top of her. I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and drove in to the hilt. Her eyes snapped wide open as she wailed like a banshee. I drove my rigid prick as fast as I could deep into her spasming cunt, placing my thumb on her clit and rubbing rapidly and firmly.

She cried out and sobbed out in absolute ecstasy, squirting juice out in spurts, spraying all over us. I focused and drove into her with all my might, forcing the waves of her orgasm higher and higher, driving her beyond insanity with pleasure.

She finally screamed in complete abandon, and gasped, "OUT!!! OUT!!! PLEASE!! TOO MUCH!!!" I laughed as I withdrew. She just lay there trembling uncontrollably. "Oh god," she gasped. "Oh god, that was so fucking intense..." My cock bobbed lightly with my pulse, glistening with her secretions.

She gently covered her pussy with her hand and bucked a few more times. "Oh, shit. Mmm, that was brilliant, Big Brother. You might have earned the teensiest bit of an easier ride there on Tuesday," she laughed.

I just laughed along with her. "Kind of made our shower moot, huh? Maybe we should get back in..."

...To be continued...



My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 06



Karen had dinner all taken care of. It was stuffed peppers and roasted potatoes, with a blueberry pie for dessert. Karen was a good cook when she put her mind to it, and I guess with all the recent excitement she was feeling inspired and energetic too.

I was waiting to receive a text from Marisa letting us know that she was on her way. I wasn't nervous, but I was a bit anxious. I wanted to see her. I was eager. It was little differences like this that were the most profound -- I was missing my daughter like she was a new girlfriend, and I was concerned where she was and who she was with. Like I thought that maybe she would find someone new and forget about me.

My mind always drifted back to last night though. It still seemed like a dream! Every once in a while I would have to talk myself into accepting that it was in fact, true. It was reality. My daughter had had my dick in her mouth last night. Yes, she did. And then she had masturbated thinking of me. My heart sang and my cock twitched every time I came back to these glorious realizations. I still couldn't get over it.

I was planning and scheming scenarios where I might consummate our love. Father and daughter. Her first lover, her first lay. And it would be me. I thought about how and when I should try to pull it off, what I should do to lead up to it, where it should happen... Countless possibilities played out in my head. This was delightful apprehension. Coming up with constantly different, or better ideas, imagining how they might turn out. At times I was convinced that it was an absolute certainty that we would make love, and at other times I thought that I could let this opportunity slip away if I wasn't careful.

I felt so young, so caught up in this romance... I had never had an opportunity like this. With Debbie, my ex-wife, we met and fell for each other fast. We fell into bed and were a couple before I had any kind of opportunity to court or woo her. With Karen, my little sister, she just grabbed my cock and started sucking on it before I knew there were any kind of possibilities. This time I was going to do it right, make it something like out of the movies.

Continuing on that theme, I had gone to an exclusive boutique and bought her another little gift. I had second thoughts about it, but I brushed them off. My concern was that she was going to think that I was legitimately hitting on her, that there was no way she could misinterpret the gift as just being something a thoughtful father would buy for his daughter who was now a young woman. I resolved myself to the idea that I really didn't care -- I would woo her properly, and if all went as I was hoping it would, she would realize that I was hitting on her eventually. I thought I'd see how far I could push it, but if she clued in sooner than later, that might be for the best anyway.

My mind kept replaying her asking what I thought of her outfit; her prancing in front of me with her taut midriff fully exposed to my hungry eyes. And also her bending over in front of me, pretending to look for a spot in the fridge for the whipped cream -- little minx. She knew where it went. Oh, her nightshirt riding up the cheeks of her gorgeous little butt, the blue cotton of her panties covering her luscious pubis... If she only knew how crazy she was making me.

My thoughts drifted into utter ludicrous fantasy; I saw myself and my beautiful daughter at our wedding. All the guests were smiling as I drew back her veil, and the priest giving me permission to kiss my bride, my love, my daughter...

...I came to a startling realization. Karen had made me aware of all this. Without her, I would probably be clueless. And I loved Karen dearly. Although we were not married, and could never be, she'd been my partner, and my wife in all but title, really, for about 14 years now. Was I in love with Marisa? Where did that leave Karen? Especially if Marisa returned my love?

I had a flash of panic, of shame. How selfish was I being? Karen was encouraging me here, egging me on. She wanted me to have Marisa, for both our sakes. But what about her? Would I leave her out in the cold, have her place taken by my daughter?

My mind reeled with this awful, foreboding feeling. I had to address it!

"...Karen," I began, clearing my throat as she put the finishing touches on dinner.

"Yeah, babe?" she replied.

"I, uh, got something I need to talk about. About what's been happening. Something I hadn't thought about before."

"Ok, shoot," she said putting the peppers back in the oven to warm.

"Well, it's like this. We're brother and sister. I've known you all your life and pretty much all of mine. Even when we fought and pissed each other off growing up, I still loved you. And when I got back from college, well, I guess the rest is history. I loved Debbie, and a part of me still sorta does, but you've been my partner. Everything that I'd want a wife to be, and more."

"Awwww, isn't that sweet..." she crooned. "So, what, are you looking for a blowjob or something? I told you what would happen if I did that. Although I'd be glad right now as well as on Tuesday!" she added, licking her lips with a grin.

"C'mon, Sis, I'm being serious here. You've done everything I could have wanted and then some. And, although I'm totally turning circles here, I can't thank you enough for opening my eyes up about Marisa."

She just beamed a broad, sly smile at me.

"Well, here it is..." I stumbled my way through. "I'm a bit worried. I love you so much I can't even put it into words. But what if I fall in love with Marisa? What if I already have? Um, what does that do to you, to us? I mean, where does that leave us? You know what I mean?"

"Well, I do and I don't," she said, cleaning her hands off in the sink. "I'm not worried in the least. When Marisa was born, she was the love of your life. And I know you love me. Disgusting to think about stuff that gooey and icky, you know, lovey dovey kissy kissy junk..." she snickered. "And I love you too. Big Brother. And I love Marisa. So why should anything change? You love her, you love me. So you fuck both of us. I'm cool with it. And I'm sure she will be too. We get along good, and I've got a sense for her. No need to worry, Bro."

Hm. I'd never thought of it that way. But she was right. I had loved both of them, terribly, overwhelmingly, with all my heart. For as long as I'd know them. Maybe I was worried for no reason at all!

I opened my mouth to say something, but my phone began buzzing on the table. Karen just looked at it and me with a grin.

I picked my phone up and looked at it. It was a text from Marisa. "hi daddy, b home in 5. bus is just comin round the corner. love u! xoxo"

"Well, that's my little girl!" I breathed. "Thanks so much, Little Sister. I can't tell you how much I love you, and how grateful I am. You're really the clear headed one of us both."

"Oh, hell, don't make me puke," she giggled. "You're the one with two heads. Maybe you just need that lower one unclogged. Speaking of, how are those balls doing anyway?"

"Blue," I answered. "Solid, deep blue. But it's a good blue. My cock is twitching and my nuts are full to overflowing, but it's all for a good cause. I haven't held back a load or been teased like this for as long as I can remember. So it's a good change. Don't get me wrong though, I can't wait to blow this load. It's gonna be a dam-buster."

Karen just laughed. "Don't worry, Big Brother. I'm gonna teeeeeeeease you until your balls are singing the blues and big as grapefruits."

It was my turn to laugh. God I wanted to take her and fuck her right there in the kitchen!! But I was saving my load for my little girl. Or for Tuesday, whichever came first. I was pretty sure I could last, if it came to that... And I hadn't made up my mind what kind of a pace I wanted to keep with my daughter. I'd play it by ear, is the best plan I'd come up with. Don't rush, don't be a fool.

It's like that joke about the two bulls. An old one and a young one. So the young bull turns to the older bull and says, "Hey, Dad! I got a great idea! Let's run down the hill and fuck one of them cows!"

And the older bull just turns his head and says, "No, son, I've got a better idea. Let's WALK down the hill. And fuck 'em ALL."

I was gonna be that older bull.

I chuckled to myself when I thought of Trevor. He was the young bull for sure... I thought that Marisa was totally taken with him. But he didn't have any idea how to play it cool, plus it sounded like he had no idea how to touch a woman, to seduce her.

I had my awkward teenage moments years, nay, decades ago. I was a finely-tuned, woman-pleasing machine. God, Marisa was so young, so pure, so beautiful... So hot! I couldn't wait to get a chance to take her gently, hold her face, gaze into her eyes, kiss her deeply, run my lips sensually down her neck... I would tease and taste every bit of her. I would let her know what it was like to have your feelings alive and on fire, responding to touches and caresses in a way she didn't know possible.

Trevor would seem so much more the clumsy buffoon next to my measured, calculated, practiced romantic prowess. Plus I had known Marisa all her life. I knew how to make her laugh, how to make her smile. It was going to be such a wonderful joy to figure out how to make her cum.

My dick was growing hard again and my balls were lightly throbbing. Wow, I was horny. It was going to be tough to keep myself in check. No problem, though... A light and pleasant dinner. It would be quick. Then afterwards I would figure out the next step.

Marisa was home shortly, and the moment I saw her my half-hard dick leapt in my pants and began to surge to full erection. I fought to get myself back under control.

"Hi Daddy!" she beamed at me, putting her purse down on the table and removing her shoes. "Hi Auntie!" she called out to the kitchen.

"Well, hey there yourself!" called Karen back. I just grinned at my little girl. She returned my gaze and the most wonderful smile spread across her face. She started the hint of a blush and turned to enter the kitchen.

"Wow, it smells good in here!" she said with enthusiasm. "Mmm, stuffed peppers! And that smells like blueberry pie..."

"Good nose!" chuckled Karen. "I was in the mood to cook I guess. Well, it's done, it's hot, let's sit down and eat!"

"You don't have to ask me twice!" said Marisa. She bent down to give me a warm hug, then kissed my cheek. I returned her hug a smiled a proud smile. I knew what I wanted for dessert... It was pie, but not blueberry...

My cock was more of less at full erection now. Whoa! Down, boy! Geez, that kiss was powerful... My whole body was buzzing and tingling. I hadn't felt like this since forever.

Karen took the peppers out of the oven and started putting them on our plates with cooked carrots and mashed potatoes. Thank god she was serving; I wasn't looking forward to getting my own plate with a raging hardon bulging in my pants. I couldn't stop looking at Marisa. I had been blessed with such a beautiful, perfect daughter. I had always known that, but now I was seeing it in a new light I could never have imagined. Trevor was letting this slip away? Fool! My god, what a fool.

"So," I began, clearing my throat, "did you have fun at Julie and Jamie's? What did you guys do?"

She giggled. "Oh we had a ton of fun. Just doin' girl stuff, you know..."

"Girl stuff, huh? I guess that's top secret and dads never get to hear about it then, eh?"

"Yep, top secret." She winked. Then she sort of blushed again and changed the subject. "What did you guys do today?"

I figured I shouldn't mention a number of things that had occurred. "We hung around here, did some cleaning. Reorganized a few things. Boring adult stuff. Nothing top secret, bottom secret or middle secret there."

"I'm sure," she chuckled. "What are we going to do tonight? I really wanted to watch a movie with you guys!"

I was about to respond when Karen interjected. "Oh, I'm going over to Celia's place. Haven't seen her in a long time, really. So it's just you two tonight. Hope that's okay..."

Marisa's eyes widened for a split second, then she stammered for a second. "Th-that's great, Auntie! I mean, that's fine. Ah, I don't mind if it's just me and Daddy." Her eyes quickly darted to mine and then back to Karen. "You need to have a life too!" She laughed a little. "But I'll miss those drinks you make! Can you show me how to mix them?"

"Nothing to it!" Karen chuckled. "An ounce of vodka, an ounce of Grand Marnier, dash of lime juice, and fill the rest with O.J. Couple ice cubes. That's it! Well, I guess my secret is out..."

"Do you think you could write that down for me?" Marisa asked.

"Well, I guess..." Karen said, brining the plates to the table. "I figure if you get to the point where you can't remember something that simple, you're cut off anyway... I guess the litmus test is gonna have to be if you're too pie-eyed to read it, huh? Be careful, though, light-weight. You're still new to this whole drinking thing."

"Oh, I'm careful, Auntie!" she grinned. Her eyes glanced directly at me, full of fire, then quickly darted away. She seemed to be having some kind of internal monologue, then came to herself again. She picked up her fork and started attacking the plate that Karen had placed before her. I followed suit. "Wow, Auntie, this is delicious!" she said. I just chuckled in agreement.

We ate quickly. Dinner was wonderful, and Marisa and I seemed to be glad of the distraction of eating. We both kept looking at each other like we had something to say, then just smiled or chuckled. Marisa blushed a few times; a wonderful, warm glow that inflamed my heart and hardened my dick. I wanted her so bad...

I couldn't wait for dessert to start, and then to be over. I was dying with anxiety. Just me and Marisa together, alone, for a whole evening! Oh lord, I was going crazy!!

I helped Karen clean the kitchen after dinner, and Marisa went upstairs to change. "Ok, Bro, the ball's in your court!" Karen whispered to me, leaning in close. "You've got a clear field, and I won't be home before one-thirty. I promise! Good luck, Babe!" She then kissed me on the cheek, and I turned and met her on the lips. We mashed our mouths together torridly, fiercely. My cock was like a rod of steel. I wanted to grind it into her, strip her naked and fuck her like an animal on the kitchen floor. I restrained myself though, barely. She just glanced down at the bulge in my pants and grinned.

"Go get her, Bro!" she whispered again, gave my penis a squeeze, then laughed and went to the hall closet to get her coat. "Good-bye, Marisa!" she called out loudly. "Don't wait up for me! And take good care of your dad, you hear?"

"Don't worry, Auntie, I will!" she called back from upstairs. "Have fun with Celia!!"

Karen smiled, blew me a kiss and put her shoes on. She then looked side to side with a coy smile, lifted her shirt and flashed me her left tit, then turned and exited. I was left with the most urgently throbbing hard-on of my life. My pulse was racing. Holy Shit! I was about to go out of my mind.

Drinks! I could sure use one... I figured I'd make a couple of drinks for myself and my lovely daughter, then head down to the rec room. It would be far easier to conceal my arousal from a seated position...

A had a couple of drinks poured and on the coffee table in the living room and was setting up the system for movies when Marisa entered. My breath was taken away.

She was wearing a tight, pale yellow T-shirt that had "Daddy's Girl" emblazoned on the chest in sparkly cursive letters. She was also wearing a pair of white hot pants that didn't leave a lot to the imagination. Oh, my lord, was she looking like a fox. A pair of white ankle socks adorned her feet, and she was wearing makeup. She didn't do that much at all, but now she had on dark pink lipstick and mascara. It wasn't thickly applied, but it accentuated her sharp beauty quite effectively. I was speechless. My cock was already rigid and curious, and the sight made it start pounding furiously in my pants. Fuck, I had never had hardons like this, I swear!

She was also still wearing the earrings I'd bought her.

"I bought this outfit today. Do you like it, Daddy?" she asked me with a shy smile. I was incredulous -- this was my own daughter, but she looked like a blend of a cutesy schoolgirl tease and a hooker. I guess that's what all the young girls wear these days, but wow!

"I love it, Sweetie!" I breathed.

She beamed a huge smile from ear to ear. She was blushing a bit I think! I was sure it wasn't makeup. "Thank you, Daddy! I wasn't sure about it, but Julie and Jamie said it was perfect. I was gonna save it until we were out together, but, you know... here we are!"

"You make me feel like I'm underdressed! Or overdressed, or something!" I laughed. "Well, I poured us a couple of drinks. I hope I got the recipe right. Your auntie didn't write it down. So, a movie? What do you want to watch?"

"Oh, well, um, if it's just you and me, you know, um, I like... A Room With A View. It's, um, my favourite. Can we watch it, Daddy? Please?"

"Well, of course, Darling! Your choice tonight! That one's a bit girly, though, isn't it?" I said with a wink.

She smirked, lifting her drink to her lips and sipping. "Well, yeah... It's sort of a chick flick... But it's soooo good. You'll really like it, I'm sure. Can we? You don't mind? Mmmm, that's perfect, maybe you'll have to give Auntie this recipe!"

"I don't mind at all. I just love seeing you smile again. And I'm glad you like the drink. You can have anything you want tonight, ok, honey?" I added with a cockeyed grin. My cock was like thunder in my pants. I was impressed with myself that I could speak, and keep myself from leaping on her and ravishing her. Slow and steady.... Karen said it, this was going to be easy.

I began setting up the movie while Marisa sat on the couch close to me. Not super close, but definitely closer to my side than anywhere else. I had the film up and running in about a minute, and turned at the sound of ice cubes clinking. Marisa was draining the last of the drink already.

"Whoa, slow down there, Tiger!" I chuckled. "We've got the whole evening ahead of us!"

"Can I have another one, Daddy?" she asked with a grin.

"Of course, Sweetie!" I replied. "Anything at all for the prettiest girl in the world tonight!"

"You know something, Daddy?" I heard Marisa say as I began making her another drink in the kitchen. Better pour this one a little light, I thought.

"What's that, darling?"

"I... Sometimes... Oh, never mind!" she stammered, then launched into a series of giggles.

"No, what, Sweetheart? What's on your mind?"

"Well, sometimes..." she trailed off as I put the ice cubes into her drink. "Sometimes I think maybe you're the handsomest man in the world," she grinned. She was blushing a deep crimson, and had to close her eyes as she was overcome with a fit of giggles.

"Oh, what a sweet thing to say!" I enthused. "You're a doll." My dick was straining at my pants again, and I was beginning to lose any desire to conceal it.

I sat down beside her and handed her her drink. We shared a smile and I set to going through our video library to select the movie she wanted. I just hoped it wasn't too sappy... Well, in any case I was willing to watch with an open mind. Hell, she suggested a romantic movie to watch alone with her dad! While she was dressed sexy and all made up. Ok, 'A Room With A View' for the win.

The movie started and we settled in, sipped our drinks, and ate some popcorn. Well, I sipped my drink. It seemed like a good thing I poured that one a little weak; Marisa was finished it in under ten minutes.

"So I get anything at all I want tonight, Daddy?" she inquired with a smile. I was sure I could see fire behind her eyes. Her cheeks were a bit flushed, and I was sure it wasn't just from the booze. Ohhhh, yes Darling, anything tonight, anything at all...




My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 06



"I said it and I meant it," I grinned back.

She held her glass up. "One more, ok, please, Daddy? I just really want to get in the mood... for the movie." She giggled.

My god, she was so adorable! I just wanted to take her and kiss her right there. My cock was trying to bore a way through my pants to free itself. Mmmmh! Fuck, I was horny.

"Ok, last one, Sweetheart!" I smiled. "Let the movie run, I can still sort of see from the kitchen, and I can hear fine. I'll be quick!"

"Hurry back, Daddy!"

I went back into the kitchen and started making her drink in a hurry. I quickly dove my right hand into my pants and gave my penis a few quick yanks. Damn, it felt good! I was so horny I was going out of my mind. And my delicious daughter was in the next room... This was so perfect.

I downed the rest of my drink in two gulps and made us another round. I kept Marisa's on the light side again. She was still a rookie drinker, and she was downing them quick. Last thing I wanted was for her to get sick.

I reentered the family room and Marisa was seated with her knees up and open, her right hand entwined in her hair, and a huge, warm smile. She looked so at ease and contented. I smiled back brightly and handed her her drink. My god, her nipples were hard and poking through her shirt! Everything that was occurring was driving me wilder and wilder.

"Go slow on this one, ok?"

"Ok, Daddy. Now, watch, it's getting to a good part here."

"Ok."

The movie played while we settled in and watched. My eyes kept being drawn to Marisa's chest. Oh my god, her nipples were erect and protruding like beacons of lust... I was fairly ogling her with hunger now. How many times had her nipples become erected before around me and I had just failed to notice? I resolved to keep my eyes wide open from now on. This was delicious.

My pure, beautiful daughter seemed totally enthralled with the movie, allowing me free reign to run my gaze all over her dynamite body and celestial features. She was silently mouthing some of the girl's lines. How many times had she seen this movie? Adjusting my posture, I quickly reached down and gave my erection a squeeze. Damn, I was hornier than hell. I reached over to Marisa's hand, and gently took it. She sort of turned towards me with a start, then beamed an incredible, warm smile to me. I drew her in close to me in a cuddle. She sighed and snuggled in next to me. With her head on my shoulder and my arm around her waist, we sat together and watched the movie for some time.

She reached for her drink and sipped. Then with a grin, she turned and raised her glass towards mine. I returned her smile and our glasses met with a clink. We both sipped again, then replaced our glasses on the coffee table. Facing her, I gently turned her jaw so our eyes met. God, I could see the fire in hers, I swore. I was sure she could see mine. With smooth, deliberate confidence, I drew her in and gently kissed her lips. A chaste, gentle peck. Yet it was electric. My already throbbing cock surged with need, and it took everything I had to not begin French kissing and necking her, running my hands all over her irresistible, tight little body.

She trembled slightly at my touch, smiled back into my eyes with the purest love I could ever imagine. Then she clutched at me tight. I held her close, feeling protective, proud, excited, and utterly overcome with lust. I kept in mind that she was 18, and a virgin. I would make this slow, gentle, romantic, and incredible for her. No rush.

She made a happy little squeak as she hugged me. I almost came in my pants at that. She was so adorable.

I gently caressed her arm and shoulder, holding her right hand in mine as we sat. The movie continued and we watched in blissful silence. My heart felt as though it would burst in my chest with joy. I was sure that Marisa felt the same. We sipped our drinks. Perhaps it was time to make a bolder move, I thought.

Before I had a chance to consider what was the best course of action, Marisa sat up and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. "I have to pee, ok Daddy?" she said. "Pause the movie for me please?"

"You got it, Gorgeous," I smiled. She skipped off with a giggle and I immediately stuffed my hand down my pants and began squeezing and stroking my cock. My helmet was leaking precum like mad, strings of it clung to my dick and stuck to my underwear. Damn, my balls were throbbing. I wanted to blow my load so bad. It was an exciting sensation; it reinforced the feeling like I was a horny teenager on a date, maybe about to score my first piece of tail. I jerked my shaft rapidly like a horndog, bringing myself right to the edge of ejaculation. It was so deliciously uncomfortable; my balls were absolutely dying to empty themselves of the backlog of sperm they held. I was determined, though. This load was for my daughter alone. Or maybe for my sister on Tuesday? Shit, I had no idea what shape my balls would be in if I had to last that long...    I heard the toilet flush, and the sound of Marisa bounding back into the rec room. I somewhat reluctantly withdrew my hand from my pants, quickly wiped the precum off on a blanket, and met my beautiful girl with a smile. "Welcome back, Sweetie," I greeted her.

"Let 'er rip, Daddy-O," she chuckled and leapt into my lap. I gasped in surprise and delight. "Hand me my drink, sailor?" she said in a southern drawl.

"Sure thing, Babe," I replied, retrieving her drink from the table and placing it in her grasp. She grinned and took a big swig. I sipped from mine, going half crazy from her left thigh pressing against my erection. She had to be able to feel it. There was no way that could escape her attention.

I let the movie play a bit as we sat on the couch, my sexy minx of a daughter seated on my lap. We sipped our drinks and I began gently nuzzling the back of her hair and neck with my nose and lips. Very gently. She sighed with pleasure and cuddled in closer. My hands were shaking. I wanted her so bad.

I leaned back on the couch and brought my knees up, rocking Marisa back further on top of me, my arms around her and her left buttock resting squarely on my hardon. I cuddled her and placed a series of light kisses on the back of her neck. She shuddered and let out a tiny moan.

Her eyes were clearly not focused on the movie anymore. I noted that she had finished her drink and place her empty glass on the corner of the couch. I would have to make sure to move that if anything further should... develop. Which I was determined to have happen.

Gently I took her head in my hand and turned her to face me. Her eyes were half-closed in sultry fashion, her lips slightly parted... Her cheeks flushed. Oh my god, I had never seen a woman look sexier or more enticing! I tenderly leaned forward and kissed her lips.

Our mouths met in a slow, ecstatic dance. My whole body swept with fire as our lips and then our tongues carefully, tentatively became one. My wonderful daughter, the light of my life... And I was kissing her tenderly, sensuously, passionately. This was definitely over the line. Any pretense of innocent, platonic, fatherly love was dispelling. This was sexual. Lust. Passion. A kiss had never moved me so in my whole life. This was complete ecstasy.

I backed off a little, inviting her to lean in, to pursue. To show her willingness. To amplify the intensity.

She did.

With a moan, she twisted her hips so she was straddling me and began pressing her lips hungrily and insistently against mine. As difficult as it was, I kept the kissing light and tender. I wanted this to be romantic, not some porn flick tonsil wrestling. Her mound pressed down against the bulge of my erection. The contact was beyond delicious. I couldn't take this all in. It was too much.

We rocked and ground together, Marisa rotating her hips in ever more aggressive and lusty circles. She was clearly turned on, and there could be no question in her mind about the taboo passion we were building and sharing. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I repositioned my hips and slid my torso up further on the couch. She was now more or less riding me cowgirl. With my hips tilted forward and thrust up, her pussy was resting directly on the pulsating shaft of my rod. Her lips were parted slightly and her eyes closed. Her cheeks were flushed bright red and her breathing was shallow and rapid. My mind was crystallizing each heavenly image of her, memories that I would recall all my life. Surely this was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

We connected like this for some time while I contemplated what to do next. Eighteen and a virgin, I kept saying to myself. Eighteen and a virgin. Go slow. Warm her up to everything. Make sure she wants more before you do anything.

Marisa was totally lost in the moment, I was spellbound watching her reactions to what had to be overwhelming sensations. Her pussy was hot. I could feel it through the fabric that kept our genitalia separated. I placed my hands gently on her hips. She gasped and shivered. Her eyes remained closed. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began sliding my hands up her torso. The skin on her taut belly was smooth, glowing and creamy. Just the texture of her young flesh beneath my fingertips was glorious. I could not get enough of my daughter's beauty and perfection.

More boldly, I began caressing her belly. Stroking her skin up and down, inching underneath her T-shirt and slithering up her ribs toward her breasts. I was having to concentrate to keep from ejaculating now. I was aware that my own breathing was becoming laboured. We were both on fire. Oh, lord, I had to have her.

Marisa's head was lolling around as she surrendered totally to sensation. My hands roamed further and further up her body. "Mmmmm..." she groaned with a smile, biting her lower lip. I traced the underside of her bra with my fingertips.

Her eyes opened and she looked into mine. Her gaze was a little unfocused. "So, you said I get anything I want tonight, right, Daddy?" She giggled.

"That's right, Baby. Anything you want."

"Ok. I've got to pee really bad. But I'll be right back." She rose, swung her leg over and stood, nearly falling backwards. She steadied herself, her balance clearly off. Wow, my little girl sure was a lightweight! Well, she was definitely cut off.

"When I get back, there's something extra special I want. And I think you're gonna like it." I just grinned back. She was certainly feeling the effects of the drinks and also feeling very, very sexy. I just went with it, not wanting to spoil the mood.

"So you just sit tight," she said huskily, "Relax..." she ran her fingers down her cheek and throat sensuously, then wagged her finger at me with a lewd grin. "And don't... you... move... a... muscle." She then quickly glanced down at my midsection, then back to my eyes.

She scampered down the hall to the bathroom while I stretched. I felt better than fantastic. My balls were throbbing, but it was a good hurt. My cock could've supported a battleship, it was so engorged and rigid. I resisted the urge to begin stroking it, knowing that any interplay between my daughter and myself, however it ended up, would be infinitely more interesting and erotic.

I reflected on the events of the past few days. I still couldn't wrap my head around it. From a brief discussion of how Marisa was feeling blue over Trevor, to coaxing me to seduce her, to getting a blowjob from her while I feigned sleep, and now this? Between Karen and Marisa, I was the luckiest guy in the universe.

Since Marisa seemed to be taking a bit, I sat back and watched the movie. How young was she when she first watched it? I chuckled to myself. I was about to take my own daughter's cherry and I was still concerned about what movies she was watching and what songs she was listening to. My mind drifted to a fantasy of Marisa having removed all of her clothing and returning to the rec room stark naked. Could she be that bold? I was dying to see her body bereft of any clothing. What was she doing in there? Was she teasing herself? Masturbating? Mmmmm. Now there was a delicious thought. I remembered the sounds of her bringing herself off through the baby monitor. Calling my name as she came... Oh, delicious memories...

She certainly was taking her time. Was she getting cold feet? Shit, was she scared or freaking out a bit? Oh, fuck... I hadn't heard the toilet flush or anything yet... I got to my feet and started down the hall. "Marisa?" I called out softly. No response.

I arrived at the bathroom door. The light was on inside, but I couldn't hear anything. I knocked lightly on the door a couple of times. "Marisa?" I repeated. Nothing. Hoo boy. Not good. I knocked a little louder and tried the knob. "Marisa!" I called through the door, my voice slightly raised. Still nothing. The door was locked. Shit! Was... was she that drunk? Did she pass out or something?

I quickly went into the hall and grabbed a coat hanger. Untwisting it, I inserted one end into the door lock. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had to do that. Springing the lock, I knocked again, more loudly. "Marisa!" I barked. "Are you ok? I'm coming in!!" I knocked hard three times more, then took a breath, turned the knob, and opened the door.

Marisa was seated on the toilet, her pants and panties around her ankles, slumped forward with her head in her hands. "Marisa," I said firmly. What the hell? She was passed out! After only three drinks, and a couple a little on the weak side? Did she sneak a couple when I wasn't looking or something? Her mannerisms certainly seemed a bit on the intoxicated side just before her bathroom break, I had to admit.

Sigh. Well, a father's got to take care of his little girl, right?

"Ok, Mars Bar, let's get you up and into bed, huh?" I gently shook her shoulder. She just grunted. Well, at least she was sort of conscious.

"Marisa! C'mon, baby girl, get up. We've gotta get you into bed!" Gently I shook her shoulder again, trying to get a better response out of her. She just grumbled and feebly sort of swatted my hand away. Christ. Was I going to have to pick her up?

"Marisa!" I barked. "C'mon! Let's go!"

She mumbled something totally unintelligible. Super sigh. I leaned down and prepared to clutch her around the waist and at least get her off the toilet. Maybe she would be able to walk if I got her vertical.

"Leemee 'lone!" she garbled. Sheesh. I put more effort into pulling her toward me so I could pick her up. "Cha hans offa me, Trev'r," she slurred menacingly. "B'long to my Daddy. Leemee 'lone."

Oh, my baby girl. My heart melted, as distressed and disappointed as I was with the current situation. Well, she was definitely loaded. The evening was over before it really had a chance to start. Time to get her into bed.

She struggled ineffectually as I lifted her more or less upright. Her shorts and panties were still around her ankles. Should I help her pull them up? Or would she even be able to walk? Fireman's carry was probably the best option. I chuckled a bit to myself with the ridiculousness of the situation. Carrying her to bed, bare-assed with her bottoms around her ankles. Oh well.

I repositioned myself to bear her full weight. I couldn't help but catch a glimpse between her legs. She had a full bush. Thick. Dark. Didn't look like there was much barbering going on. I tried to make out her lips through the thatch of her pubic hair... Shit, come on man, get her to bed. Maybe you're gonna fuck that pussy, but not tonight. All right, come on, baby girl, here we go...

I leaned her forward as I bent down, took her weight over my shoulder and stood up. She mumbled something again, but I had no idea what it was. Carefully, I turned and took a couple of steps, bringing myself out into the hallway with my daughter slung over my shoulder.

I began the trek back to her room when I heard something rustle. Something caught my eye as it fell to the ground. Clear plastic? A Ziploc baggie? ...What?

I bent my knees to retrieve it. Picking it up I found that it was, indeed, a Ziploc. It must have fallen out of Marisa's pocket. And inside it was...

Oh my god.

Shit. Shit! Shit!!! SHIT!!!

The blood froze in my veins. Inside the baggie were two small blue tablets, and half of one that was split. Oh my god, oh my god...

I put Marisa down on the carpet in the hallway.

"Marisa!" I shouted at her. I shook her shoulders roughly. "Marisa!!" I slapped her cheek lightly but smartly. She just moaned quietly. I was panicking.

Should I call 911? Shit! Wait, Celia! Celia was a nurse. Karen was with her. That was it, call Karen, talk to Celia. Marisa was still conscious, if even barely...

I bolted to the rec room and grabbed my cell phone. Frantically, I hit my contacts, selected my sister, and pressed dial. "Marisa!! Stay with me!! Don't pass out!! Stay with me here!!"

"Come on, come on, come on, pick up," I whispered hoarsely into the phone. I glanced back over to my daughter who lay back to the wall with her pants still down. Well, her dignity would have to wait a moment. I clutched the baggie of drugs angrily. Come on, pick up!!

"Uh, hello, handsome," my sister's voice began.

"Hold on," I cut her off. "Something's happened here, bad. I think Marisa took some drugs. She might be overdosing. Can you get Celia on the phone, now?"

"Shit... Shit, you're serious. Celia! Celia!! Take the damn phone! Now! I'll explain later."

"Hello," Celia's voice said over the phone.

"Celia. Hi. Sorry, Marisa's barely conscious. I think she took some drugs. There was a baggie. I'm not sure, I think it was in her pocket. No, no idea. Yes. They're blue. Small. What? ... Yes, we had a couple of drinks. I thought she might have had more when I wasn't looking. No, I don't know that. Two. About two ounces. No, she's still conscious. I'll check."

I dashed over to my daughter and shook her. She mumbled. I opened one of her eyes and looked at her pupil. I opened her mouth, observed her lips and tongue.

"Nope, she's still responsive. Pupils are ok, no discoloration. She's breathing normally, I think. Ok. Ok, I'll just sit tight. Ok, bye."

My heart was racing and my mind was wracked with guilt. Was this my fault? Oh, god, please let her be ok!!

I decided it would be prudent to pull her panties and shorts back up. I did so as quickly as I could, checking Marisa the whole time to make sure she was still breathing. I put my fingers on her neck to feel her pulse. Well, there still was one. That was a good thing. But that was about the extent of my medical knowledge.

Come on, Celia! You've only four houses down the block! What's keeping you? This is a damned emergency! Shit, maybe I should just call 911 just to be sure...

I heard the front door open and Karen and Celia burst in. There was a flurry of activity and cries of distress and concern. I did my best to answer Celia's questions as she put on a stethoscope and readied a flashlight.

She quickly checked her pulse, examined her pupils and opened her mouth, the same as I had. Hopefully she could figure out if anything was wrong...

"You have the baggie? Let me see it," Celia said to me.

I immediately handed it to her.

She examined it briefly, shook the baggie, turned it over and upside down. "This was all that was in there?" she asked me.

"Uh, yeah, I'll check her pockets, though. I think it fell out of her pants." I began rifling her pockets. They were empty.

Celia continued her examination. "That's Diazepam," she remarked. "Valium. I don't think it's serious. She seems to be responding normally to most stimuli. Any idea where she got it from?"

"Valium?" I said incredulously. "No, no idea. I dunno, she was just with Julie and Jamie, do you think...?"

"Well, they're pretty good kids for the most part," said Karen. "I'm not sure though. She was just at Trevor's, too..."




My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 06



"Fuck, if it was that little bastard I'll kill him..." I growled.

"I doubt it was," my sister said. "She's really not been digging him lately, I don't think she would just start taking something he gave her. Anyway, it doesn't matter right now. Is she going to be ok, Celia?"

"I think so. Hard to say immediately. Her vital signs are all good. She's not in need of an ambulance at this point, anyway. Let's get her to bed, I want to keep an eye on her for the next hour or so."

"Ok, I'll carry her," I said. "Dammit. Dammit. Ok, at least it's not serious, right? She's going to be ok?"

"I told you, I think so. Relax for now. If anything bad is going to happen, it's going to be in the next little bit. And if so, she'll be in the hospital long before anything life threatening happens, ok? Let's get her to bed. I'll monitor her condition."

"Ok."

I picked Marisa up in my arms. She mumbled something unintelligible again as I gathered her up. I guess I wanted to carry her in more dignified fashion -- I didn't know if it was because I had an audience now, or if I was just more concerned since I knew she wasn't just drunk. In retrospect it totally didn't make sense that she got that drunk that quick. Unless she'd been dipping alcohol from somewhere when I wasn't looking, but that didn't seem like her at all. Although, taking drugs didn't either.

I carried her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Karen and Celia helped me lay her down on the bed. We removed her shirt, shorts and socks, leaving her to sleep in her underwear. Tucking her in, Celia checked a few things to make sure everything was ok. "We can take a break here, I think. I'll check her in five minutes. As long as we monitor her for about an hour she'll be fine. I'm sure she's fine now, but, you know, can't be too careful..."

"Ok, thanks, Celia," I said gratefully. "You don't know how much this means to me."

As I got up off the bed to let Marisa alone for a bit, she stirred and moaned. "Don' leave me Daddy..." she mumbled. I looked at Celia, then at Karen. "Wanna stay... Stay... Daddy don' go... Love you..."

"I think she's a bit delirious," Celia said. "I doubt she actually knows we're here. You can stay if you want, though, it won't do her any harm. We'll check back in five minutes?"

"Yeah, ok, I'll stay with her," I said. "I think I'd feel better that way anyway, you know?"

"Ok, then, we'll be in the rec room," said Karen.

Celia turned to go. "Let us know if anything changes, ok? We'll be back in five."

"Suck your cock, Daddy," Marisa mumbled, rolling over. "Suck your... after... lake..."

My blood turned to ice as I regarded Celia.

She just laughed. "I've heard worse. You should hear some of the things people say when sedated or coming off of anesthetics. It's ok, we'll be right downstairs."

Jesus. I tried to relax after the moment of terror I had just experienced. This evening did not go as planned at all. My balls were throbbing quite painfully now. I was certainly in no mood to do anything about that though. I kissed my beautiful daughter once on the forehead.

"Just be all right, ok, Mars Bar?" I whispered to her. "Just be all right. I love you. I'll always take care of you..."

...To be continued...



My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 07



I stayed with Marisa for over an hour. Celia came in with my sister a few times to check on her. Everything was just fine, Celia had assured us after the first visit, but I wanted to stay with her nonetheless. She was asleep and resting normally. I sat beside her on the bed, occasionally stroking her hair or gently kissing her hand.

At about 10 PM, I left Marisa for the night and joined Celia and Karen in the rec room. After the panic and flurry of activity surrounding the possibility of Marisa overdosing on Valium, things had settled down. They both had poured a drink now, and invited me to have one with them.

"Don't worry, really," Celia urged both myself and my sister. "Marisa's an angel, she's really a good, good kid. She probably just got a bit of bad advice. I mean, she's never broken curfew this year, right? She's always polite, her grades are, well, I mean I wish my kids did that well at school! This incident is a one-off, trust me. I can talk to her about it if you guys aren't comfortable, I mean, I am a nurse, right?"

"No, I can talk to her about it..." I said dispassionately. "I just... I guess I have a hard time believing it, you know? She's been so good since she turned sixteen, almost too good. Now she's eighteen, adult, graduated from high school... Why would she start using drugs now?"

"Lets' not make too much of it right now, ok?" my sister said. "She's ok now. Celia figures this was just an experiment, right? I think so too. She only just started drinking. She's only been drinking with her friends once, at a party. She told me about that. She didn't like it, anyway. Julie and Jamie don't drink, they're her closest buddies. I can't see them feeding her drugs. And Trevor? Nah, not seeing it either."

I just gazed over at Karen with a sort of defeated look.

"If we treat her like an adult, ask her honest questions," she went on, "I'm sure she'll give us honest answers. We've always had good openness like that. I think we make sure she understands she's not going to lose privileges over this."

I raised an eyebrow at that.

"Look," Karen said. "She's an adult, right? We have to trust her to make adult decisions. If we treat her like a kid over this, it's only going to make her resent us. Just trust her, right? She'll do the right thing."

I just resigned the whole discussion. I changed the topic and asked Celia about work, and what was new. We chatted and actually had a pretty good time once we loosened up a bit. As annoying as I found Celia to be sometimes, she really was a nice person. And a good nieghbour. And I really couldn't thank her enough for helping us out. I really did not want to get ambulances and drug counselors and police or any of that crap involved.

We conversed and joked around until about midnight. Celia checked on Marisa one last time, and we said good night. Karen and I retired to the bedroom.

We talked and held each other, tried to decide what to do about Marisa. Eventually I came around to Karen's way of thinking. Treat her like an adult, frank discussion, no real consequences as long as this remained an isolated incident.

After we had discussed, and consoled, and comforted, we shared a deep, loving kiss.

I relayed to Karen the interactions between Marisa and myself before she had passed out, and she in turn told me about her brief visit with Celia.

"So, how are those balls doing anyway, Babe?" she asked me.

"Very sore," I replied. "It feels like they're swollen; the sides are kind of throbbing. It hurts if I sit or lean the wrong way."

My sister just laughed. "Oh my god, that's so... There's just something extra delicious about that... Mmmmm, I'd love to suck that load out of you right now."

"Oh, Love, you have no idea how bad I need that... But I'm gonna last out. This is either for Marisa or for you on Tuesday. I'm committed."

"I have to admire your conviction. I didn't think you had it in you. But I want to get off. Eat me?"

I laughed. "Well, I did promise to not hold out on you. Plus, I love eating your cunt." I winked. "Ok, lay back and spread 'em."

She did so, and I dove in between her legs. She tasted absolutely delectable. It was like my brain knew my cock and balls weren't going to be getting any satisfaction or relief, so my tongue was now my means of sexual gratification. I tasted her cream, and began gently probing her labia. She sighed in contentment and expectation.

This was incredible! Each flick of my tongue, every bit of her pussy I tasted, sent electric jolts of pleasure through my tongue and into my mouth. I sunk my tongue betwixt the meaty folds of her vulva, parting her insistently and deliberately, thrusting in and out, flicking up against her clit and urethra, swirling around her lips and down into her trench.

I began tongue-fucking my little sister furiously, driving deep into the recesses of her most sensitive flesh. My cock was fully erect and bobbing with need, and I was aware that my throbbing balls were pulsing with fresh waves of discomfort. I ignored my lower regions and concentrated on the intense pleasure I was getting from eating Karen's pussy. I had always loved licking it, but somehow the entire experience had been taken to the next level.

Karen was groaning now and twisting her hips in response to my ministrations. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to suck up all her cream. I wanted to eat her out, in, up, down and any other way I could conceive of. This was utter bliss.

"Whoa," she gasped. "Slow down there. I wanna tease you some more." Reluctantly I released her mound from my mouth as she rose to her hands and knees and twisted. "Those balls are sore, huh? Ok, let me... soothe them," she giggled.

She crawled underneath me and locked her thighs around my head. I resumed licking and penetrating her vulva enthusiastically as, with some alarm, I felt her hands gently caressing my scrotum.

I tried to ignore the sensation and again lost myself completely in the joy of performing cunnilingus on my gorgeous little sister. Damn, her pussy tasted so good! I couldn't get enough.

She began moaning again beneath my oral attentions. Her hands encircled my throbbing testicles and I felt her begin kissing them lightly. Then she began flicking them ever-so-lightly with her tongue. It was, indeed, sort of soothing, pleasant. But my balls were so overfull that right now there could be only one method of true relief. And even then, they would probably be throbbing painfully for some hours afterward. In any case, I resolved myself to the fact that relief would not be forthcoming; I just hoped Karen was not going to be too cruel with her teases. I think she was really getting off on having me this horny and desperate for release.

She gently sucked my testicles, one at a time. Delicious agony. In their state, what would have normally been intensely intimate and pleasurable was alarming and painful. I focused on sucking on her clit. The glorious pleasure I felt in my mouth and brain were offsetting the testicular throbbing that Karen was teasing slowly higher. Maybe if I made her cum quickly I would have an easier time from her?

I attacked her clit with long, fast licks, swooping up and down on her pink pearl, using my lips to suck and kiss her inner folds as I did so. Her hips were rocking and twitching now, so I knew she was approaching orgasm. This was my goal. Bring her off. Perhaps she would be more merciful.

Underneath me, Karen was now panting and moaning with pleasure. "Wow," she remarked breathlessly, "These things even feel swollen. Bigger. Mmmmmm, yeah keep sucking my cunt. I'm gonna suck your balls..."

With increasing distress and discomfort, she did. She drew both of my agonized testicles into her mouth. They were big enough that they would barely both fit in there at the best of times, and now even the gently tension of the inside of her cheeks constricting them felt like a vice. I whimpered slightly, shifting and writhing against the insistent discomfort and redoubled my efforts on her clit, desperate to make her cum in hopes she would release me.

Karen started sucking on my balls. As lightly as she sucked, the pressure was intense. The pain insistent. I licked harder and faster. I groaned in pain, concentrating on the ecstasy my tongue was bringing me from the taste and feel of my little sister's hot snatch.

Oh, lord, please cum...I silently implored as I felt the pressure on my balls increase. Karen was moaning into my balls deeply now, her hips thrusts increasing in frequency. She was so close, I could feel it. She clenched. She drew her breath in sharply. I was in agony now. She was sucking my balls hard! I couldn't take it! Near screaming in my anguish, I plunged my tongue as far into her cunt as I could, snaking my tongue up and back, thrashing it around, trying to stroke her G-spot.

Finally she came!! Moaning, bucking and vibrating, she succumbed to orgasm, feeling glorious satisfaction and release flood her being. She increased the intensity of the vacuum around my suffering gonads. I didn't know if the increase was intentional or involuntary, but my eyes were nearly bugging out and my mind overloaded with afflicted grief.

Then suddenly, she released my balls! Relief and well-being flowed briefly back into my nuts as they were freed, and Karen lay moaning out the pleasures of her release as I drove my tongue as far as I could into her vagina. "Ok!" she gasped out. "Ok, ok ok!!! Enough!!"

I groaned in pleasure and pain mingled, my tongue still glowing and shivering with the pleasure of orally pleasing my sister, and my balls now fully returned to smarting and throbbing.

"Whew!" gasped Karen. "Hmmm, awesome... This is fun." She snickered. "As much as I like eating that load, I think I'm really liking playing with your balls when they're this jammed with cum. You?"

"Oh, shit, Karen, I, uh... Well, it's kind of good? But it's getting too much. I was sure I could last until Tuesday if I had to, but now I dunno. My balls are starting to really hurt. I don't know what they're going to feel like in the morning."

"Want me to make you cum? I will, but you won't like what that will make happen on Tuesday..." she sang with a grin.

"You are a bitchy little tease," I chuckled. "You're enjoying this way too much. I'm gonna win a bet here soon and then I'll get you back. Just you wait."

Karen laughed. "I'm always six or seven steps ahead of you. But knock yourself out. It'll be fun either way."

We kissed passionately and held each other for a time. Soon we were both asleep.

My dreams were troubled, my sleep fitful. I woke in the morning and began preparing for work. My testicles felt like they were swollen to the size of pumpkins. I swore I could see them actually physically larger than normal. My pants were uncomfortable. If I sat down the wrong way, a slug of pain would jangle through my balls up my spine. This was going to be rough. And I had to last longer than another 24 hours?? Oh, lord... Were Marisa's panties to be my only salvation?

Karen and I had quickly checked on Marisa pretty much the moment we had woken up. She was sleeping, sprawled out, breathing normally. All seemed well. We had decided to have a brief chat about last night with her before we left for work.

We showered, ate, dressed, and were both due to leave in about 20 minutes, so we decided it was time to rouse Marisa and get the talk over with. We had our strategy, so we hoped it would be quick. Neither of us wanted to lecture or scold her; she was always such a good girl. But we did want to let her know how concerned we were.

Marisa woke somewhat sluggishly. We discussed what we needed to. She was embarrassed, and ashamed. We assured her that we trusted her, and would still do so. But that what she had done was quite foolish, and potentially dangerous. She cried. It broke my heart.

We asked her who she'd gotten the Valium from. She told us it was Julie and Jamie. Their mother, it turns out, ate them like candy to reduce her stress. My mind did a quick panic since the J girls, as we had dubbed them, were due for a sleepover at our place on Wednesday night. I shot a quick glance to Karen, indicating we would talk about that separately.

As punishment, we told Marisa she was to research and learn all she could about Valium. That was it, and we would consider the matter dealt with. Tearfully, she assured us she would never do anything that foolish again.

With that, I kissed my daughter on the cheek, Karen and I both hugged her goodbye, and we set off for work.

Work was uncomfortable to say the least. My balls felt like they were on fire. Just sitting at my desk was near unbearable. The slightest amount of pressure to my sack felt like a solid kick. And every time I glanced over at my daughter's photograph on the corner of my desk, my cock leapt a little and began stiffening. By 10 AM I was leaned back all the way in my chair with my legs spread and aloft to try to keep my nuts free from any sensation, so at least they could softly pulse and throb without causing me to wince. I must have looked ridiculous so I closed the shutters and just concentrated on doing phone work. That was fine since there were a number of loose ends I needed to tie up before the weekend.

By noon I was cupping my nuts, pressing in gently and relaxing. It was like a toothache or something. Just sitting there throbbing was too distracting -- at least the mild pain of my hand resting on them assured my swollen gonads that they weren't just going to spontaneously pop. In between phone calls I was whimpering and groaning.

By 1 PM I had my pants and underwear off. I told my secretary to make sure everyone knew I was unavailable. I made phone calls from the couch in my office on my hands and knees with my legs wide so my balls could at least dangle and throb unrestricted. I had no idea how I was going to get home. The idea of underwear, pants, or sitting in a car for the ride home was almost too much.

By 2 PM I had my secretary bring in a bucket of ice. I sat at my desk naked from the waist down. As long as she didn't come in, no one would be able to see. I had her place the bucket just inside my door. She looked at me like I was crazy or something, but I was desperate. I just looked like I totally knew what I was doing, calm and relaxed, and the second the door was shut I raced over to the bucket and began icing my nuts.

At 3, I was just wrapping up the day sitting on an ice-filled towel wondering if I should call an ambulance. I was genuinely starting to consider if I might need medical attention. I couldn't even shift or rock my hips gently. Just sitting there was pain. Any movement was more pain. I couldn't concentrate on a single business call anymore. What could I do? How could I get home?

I sat there, suffering, sweating, completely at a loss as to what to do. I picked up the phone. 9... Click. I hung it up. Then picked it up again. 91... Click. What the fuck! Was I really about to call emergency? And say what? "Hi, I need an ambulance, I have a life-threatening case of blue balls??"

With my last vestige of coherency, I seized upon another idea. Almost as desperate. But what else could I do? I picked up the phone. I hesitated. But I felt I had no choice. I dialed, slowly. Number by number. Finally I finished and I heard the electronic click of the call being completed. The phone rang.

"Hello?" came the voice from the other end. I paused. "Hello?"

"Hi. Hi, Celia? Yeah. Yeah, it's me. No. No, Marisa's fine. It's not about her. No, she's just fine, we had a talk this morning. Yeah, I guess it was Julie and Jamie. They got it from their mother, she's a pill-popper or something... Yeah, no, it's all fine. They have a... Wednesday night. Yes, it's still on. As far as I know, Karen and I are still going to talk about it... Celia. Celia, hold on. That's not what... Yeah, no I called about something different. Well... It's just that... Well... Ok, ok. Well, here it is. I don't know if it's risky, but... Karen and I are playing a game. Look, it's embarrassing, ok? Look, just swear to me you won't say anything to Karen ok? I was gonna call emergency... It's my... My balls. Yeah, you heard right. No, they... I just haven't... cum in a couple of days. No, I'm serious. Seriously. I was going to call an ambulance! Or something... I've got... You really...? Ok, ok, I usually cum like at least three times a day. More sometimes. Ha, ha, well, that's between you and your boyfriend. Right. No, seriously, probably haven't gone this long since I was a teenager. Yes, two days. Well, I've got ice on them. They hurt. What? Nope, normal colour... I think so. No, I mean, I think they sort of look bigger, but... No, honestly I think it's my imagination. I... Really? But... No, really? But it's like a toothache or something! I... Celia, I really can't! Because I promised, that's why! So there's... Right... Really? Now, look, it's... No, right, right... I can't, I swore I wouldn't... All right then. Ok, Celia, now... No, really, please, please don't say anything to Karen. No, it's... Look, thank you so much for everything ok? I know it seems ridiculous, but I didn't know who else to call. And thanks again for coming over last night too. No, really, I owe you huge. And Celia... Thanks for not laughing too much, ok? Yeah, I know. I will. Ok, bye."

Whew. I felt stupid. Well, at least I hadn't had to walk through that with a 911 dispatcher or EMT. I owed Celia real big. She had come through in such a major way in the past 24 hours... Oh, my nuts hurt... Jack off, eh? That's the cure? I couldn't. Could I? I promised Karen... But there of course was always option three, right? But, but... Oh, god, I hadn't even brought a pair of Marisa's panties with me! Plus, she said she wanted to watch... My god, I was really screwed. How was I going to get home?

I waited it out until basically everyone else had left the office. Then I put my pants on, stuffing my underwear in my briefcase. Kind of amusing, I thought to myself... First time I'd ever had my briefs in my briefcase. I hobbled bow-legged out to the parkade. The drive home was less than comfortable. By the time I reached home I was basically numb in my whole groin. Holy shit, this was ridiculous.

Karen greeted me at the door with a grin and a kiss. My expression belied my suffering somewhat. She expressed concern, until I revealed the nature of my affliction. Her concern then turned to satisfied amusement.

"So, you're hurtin', huh? Balls as blue as the sea?" She snickered. "Ohhh, Babe, I'm enjoying this way too much. I can't believe I never thought of playing like this before!"

"Sure, funny for you... I don't even want to get into what my day at work was like. If there was a camera, it would mean ten million hits on the internet, and I'd have to get a new identity."

"Hey, I told you, I'll suck that load out of you at the drop of a hat! But you'll get it extra hard tomorrow night... Believe me, I've got some devilish plans! I think you've lost your chance to have your daughter take care of that... We need to start getting her ready for camp. Where is she anyway?"

I groaned uncomfortably as I sat down at the kitchen table. "I got a text from her about 15 minutes ago. She's on her way. She was brief though, I think she's still a little embarrassed about last night."

"Well, that's totally expected. I'd be a little shocked if she wasn't. Just make sure you don't pressure her or go all 'dad' on her or something. Treat her like an adult. Ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, ignore every one of my instincts. That's the same advice you always give."

"Well, I wouldn't if they didn't make you act like such a tool!" She giggled. "Anyway, I've gotta pee. Do you want to start getting her stuff down?"

"Yeah, I've got it. I'll just be a little bow-legged walking down the stairs is all," I sighed.




My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 07



Karen laughed again. God, I loved how upbeat and positive she could be, but she was really enjoying my testicular discomfort way too much. Lasting until tomorrow night? I didn't know I could.

I resolved to remember to grab a pair of Marisa's panties when I was getting her camp gear. Just in case.

Marisa arrived home shortly thereafter. She was sheepish, but gave me a big, long, warm hug when she came in. She still had her lovely smile. I did my best to treat her like she was an adult, and that the 'incident' wasn't a huge deal. I wasn't sure how to act after what else had passed between us, too, but I figured quiet, assured confidence was the best bet.

She changed, got a couple of things, and we got her into the car. I was hurting, but managed to keep it under wraps. We got to the community association parking lot and made small talk for a bit while we waited for the bus and signed a couple of forms. Marisa quickly broke off and began socializing with a couple of her bandmates. I was glad she was still interested in playing the clarinet after high school -- perhaps she would join a concert band. Karen thought it would be a good idea for her to take music in college, but I wasn't convinced. I guess, being a dad, one of my biggest concerns would be her ability to earn an income. Oh, well.

The bus pulled up, and we said our goodbyes. Marisa gave me a wet, tender kiss on the cheek as we parted, and held me close for longer than was the norm. I felt such a wave of love and joy, and a pang of sorrow that we were parting. I knew she would be back on Wednesday afternoon, but it seemed like such a long time away... Plus, at her embrace, my cock began surging, and my balls contracted painfully. I didn't know how much more of this I could take.

The evening was filled with apprehension for me. Karen and I ate dinner, watched a movie, and I looked over our stuff to make sure that everything was more or less ready for our trip to the lake on Thursday. 

I thought maybe my balls were hurting a bit less, but it might have been just that I was getting used to their constant throb. As terrified as I was, I was looking forward to tomorrow night. At least I would be guaranteed some relief by then.

I had exchanged my underwear in my briefcase for a pair of Marisa's panties. I figured if I got desperate enough, I would take care of business. That was still honouring the deal. And I figured I would Skype my sister, or video it for her, and that would be in the spirit of her watching enough for me. I really did have no idea what she had in store for me tomorrow, and I definitely believed her when she said she would make things worse for me if I did lose control. Despite my discomfort, I had to admit that I was enjoying this game. And I did want to last until tomorrow night. Like finishing a marathon, or climbing a mountain or something. I wanted my sister to be proud, or impressed with my ability to see this thing through. I owed her a ton so far for all the wonder and joy I had experienced with my daughter. And more for what was to come.

We bedded down at about 10:30. Marisa wasn't permitted any electronics at the camp, so I couldn't wish her a good night. I felt a bit bad about that, but that's the way it was. I was sure she was having a good time, and it would make it all the more pleasant to see her face-to-face again.

"So, how are those balls doing?" Karen asked me with a wicked grin.

"You're not going to get tired of hearing it, are you? They're sore. Very sore."

She laughed. "No, no, probably not. Tell me again." She had such an evil smile. "How are those balls doing?"

"Sore. Blue. Throbbing. I can't really sit or walk comfortably. At least it seems to have lessened a bit since work. I thought they were gonna burst."

"Hmmm, maybe we just need to tease you more!" Wicked, cruel woman! I knew this was coming though. "I wanna suck that cock. Then I wanna ride it."

"You're the boss, Sis!" I smiled, trying not to show my grief. I threw back the covers and exposed my midsection. My cock was already stirring at her words.

"Mmmm, that cock looks delicious, Big Brother!" she breathed lustily. "You'll be able to hold back for me, right? If you get close to cumming, you let me know! You've got to guide me here. You cum, you suffer more! I'm not gonna make you, but if you do, I won't be held responsible!"

"I know, Sis, I know. You want to tease your big brother? Do it. Come on, sweet Little Sister of mine. Get that cock into your mouth. Suck it. Tease me. You think I can't take it? Do it! Suck me Baby! Suck your big brother's thick cock!"

With a laugh, she did exactly that. I inhaled sharply as she took my semi-hard rod into her wet, waiting mouth. She hummed as she licked it up and down, slurping and bobbing, teasing me to full erection. It didn't take long. In under a minute, my dick was rock-hard, raging, yearning, my balls tight and retracted. The discomfort and urgency was incredible, insistent, overpowering. I groaned and twisted as she sucked me hungrily. I was loving and dreading this all at the same time.

She sucked me deeply and intensely, slowly and torturously. She was loving having this power over me, and was playing it to the max. I groaned deeply, in pleasure, desire, and discomfort.

She traveled down my pole, trying to wrap her lips around the base. Relaxing the back of her throat, she swallowed me briefly, then ran her mouth back up to the top of my tip. Smiling and looking me in the eye, she danced her tongue on the tip of my cock, flicking and lapping, then drew me into her mouth, swallowing me back down. She deep-throated me like this several times, taking almost my entire length into her esophagus. My eyes rolled back in my head. The sensations were too intense. My balls were churning and throbbing. This was worse than last night; at least then I had the taste and feel of her sweet pussy on my tongue to give me pleasure. My cock was too close to my throbbing nuts to give me distraction.

"Sis!" I groaned. "Sis, please, let me eat you... Put your cunt on my mouth."

"No way, Bro!" she giggled. "This dick is mine, it's going in my pussy. Now."

With that, she hopped up and straddled me. She grabbed my shaft and pointed it straight up, and facing me, pressed her pussy lips against my helmet. Grinding it around a few times at her entrance to ensure lubrication, the then sat down on my cock, sighing contentedly.

I groaned loudly. The sensation was incredible. My dick was throbbing, my balls were pounding... Her pussy was so slick and so tight. I loved fucking my little sister, and she was really turned on and enthusiastic. She was owning me and loving it. I was loving it too, but I was scared as to where it would all end. Would she be even more aggressive tomorrow?

I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind. It wasn't difficult as my little sister started riding me. Sliding up and down on my cock, she let it slip just about all the way out, then drove back down deliberately to full penetration, so our bellies touched. She had a blissful smile on her face the whole time. I was so excited watching her, my whole body was alive with electric sensations.

My penis was tingling and twitching, each minute feeling was amplified a thousand times. My whole genital area felt like it was clenched tight, like a muscle in spasm, but would not let go. And it felt good.

My sister increased her pace as she bounced up and down on my rod, riding me cowgirl. "Ok, Big Brother," she breathed, "Your little sister's going to cum all over your cock. But you don't get to cum, ok? I wanna cum, and you just hold it. You tell me if you're getting close, all right?"

"Ok, Little Sister," I gasped. "I think I'm gonna be ok there, everything's sort of numb or something."

She laughed. "God, you are so sexy like this... I promise I'm gonna make you cum so hard tomorrow your hair's gonna stand on end."

I just groaned with the sensations she was giving me. My cock felt over-inflated, hard as steel and invincible. Karen bounced harder on my shaft, tilting her pelvis with every buck, rocking her hips back and forth, swallowing my cock whole with her pussy. She rode me like a wild woman, tossing her head with her hair flying. She reached down and began stroking her clit rapidly, left and right, with the fingers of her right hand.

"Oh, god, Bro," she moaned, "Oh, god, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum so big.... Hold it for me, Bro... Hold it for me for tomorrow... Oh god Oh god OH GOD OH GOD OH MY GODDDDDDDDD!!!!!"

Her whole body went wild. She was twitching, shivering, pitching forth, babbling with lust as she squirted on my belly. She bobbed sensuously as she came, grinding slowly up and down on my cock. "Oh, my god, oh, Big Brother, that was so, so good... I love you so much... Oh my god, so good..."

My cock was hammering with my pulse inside her. It was weird; it felt like I was desperate to cum, or to piss, or something, but the orgasmic climb wouldn't start. I felt like I could fuck all night. As painful as it would have been to do so.

She slid her pussy off my dick slowly, drawing a gasp from me. She swooped down on it immediately, drawing it into her mouth and sucking hard. I moaned and my eyes rolled back in my head. I was gyrating and writhing as she sucked hard on my cock, vibrations and jolts of intense pleasure and throbbing need rolling through my body.

"Fuck, this cock is so hard..." she whispered lustily, grasping my member and stroking it fast and firmly, up and down. "Can you hold back? God, Big Brother, I'm loving this so much... Can you go again? I'm so horny, I wanna cum again."

"Holy shit, Sis, you're gonna kill me!" I laughed. With some reservation, I informed her that yes, in fact, I was pretty sure I could hold back. But I wasn't sure what the short or long term effects might be on my whole reproductive tract. She laughed in return, assuring me that tomorrow night, she would drain me. Completely.

She got on her hands and knees and asked me to take her from behind. My nuts throbbed painfully in horny desire at her request. I've never been big on refusing her requests, suggestions, or orders and I wasn't about to start now.

"Come on, Dear Brother," she coaxed me. "Mount your little sister. Fuck your little sister's hot cunt from behind, doggy style."

"Your wish is so my command, Sis!" I rasped. "My little sister's got the hottest, sweetest cunt anywhere, and your big brother's going to fuck you into oblivion! I'm going to fuck that sweet little cunt so hard you're gonna be having a harder time walking than me!"

"Then quit teasing and fuck me!" she challenged me.

Aggressively, I climbed on her back and placed my glans at her wet, swollen lips. Ignoring the stabbing distress in my testicles at my sudden movement, I slammed my hips forward and drove to full depth inside her in a single, savage thrust.

She cried out as I bumped her cervix, and I immediately set to vigourously and thoroughly fucking her. My balls were numb with pain now as they slapped against her clit repeatedly as I frantically drove into her. I was in some weird, robotic Nirvana, as overwhelming lust, need, pleasure, and pain wove into a bright, electric, fuchsia haze enveloping my entire being.

I was a fucking machine, battering my little sister's quivering snatch ferally, animalistically, savagely. She had awakened something primal in me. Over the last few days; inflaming a desire for my own daughter, pushing the limits of our sexual boundaries, teasing me worse than ever in my life... I viciously slammed into her again and again, reaming her pussy completely as she wailed and bleated in ecstatic surrender.

I constantly felt like I was on the verge of orgasm, yet I knew I was no where near close. Where would this end?! Would the pressure build up until something burst? In all my years of sexual awareness, this was new, different, exciting and scary!

I drove into my little sister like a rabid, mindless demon of lust. My mouth hung open, panting and growling out my passion. I grabbed a fistful of her hair. Yanking her head back, I bit into her shoulder. She wailed again in total sexual abandon. We were both reduced to animals, completely detached from consciousness, existing only to carnally join in reckless passion.

"OH GOD!" she keened. "GOD YES, FUCK ME!!" I redoubled my efforts, my whole abdomen coiled and knotted with the frantic effort of slamming my rigid cock deep into her pussy with every ounce of force I could muster. "FUCK ME HARDER, BIG BROTHER!! HARDER!!!" Summoning lust from the deepest pits of hell, I did. I rammed her cunt so hard my balls were making audible slapping sounds on her clit. My balls were past pain now.

"OH GOD I'M GONNA CUM!!!" she howled out. The she froze, rigid and motionless as I pounded into her with the force of a piledriver. Then she pitched forward and shrieked like a banshee, scores of strands of hair from her scalp coming off in my grasp as she convulsed and spasmed in colossal, total orgasm, screaming and howling.

"FUCK! ENOUGH!! ENOUGH!!! OUT!!!" she yelled finally, struggling to inhale. Knowing how sensitive she gets after orgasm, I withdrew in a single stroke as she whimpered and moaned. Immediately, my entire belly basically seized up. It was like a was running for my life or lifting five times my weight, and now that I stopped, I was feeling the burn. Big time. I gasped and gasped, trying to pay back some of the oxygen debt I had incurred. My sister was gasping equally as hard, slowly coming out of the clouds of ecstasy back into our bed.

The fire in my abdominal muscles was burning bright, I curled up and heaved in breath. Sweat had plastered my hair to my forehead, and it dripped down my face. I couldn't feel my testicles at all now, and my penis was just a surging force, blurrily pointing up, quivering lewdly with every thunderous beat of my heart.

We both lay there for some time, totally destroyed, utterly wiped out by the total crescendo of our passion. Slowly, eventually, Karen was able to move. She slid along the bed to rest her head on my chest. We laboured to control our breathing. The very air was alive with the glowing lust we had poured out.

Karen laughed as she lay on me, panting. "Holy fuck, Bro! That was fan-fucking-tastic! If this is what it's like, I might never let you cum again!"

"No deal," I gasped. "This is sort of fun, and extremely alarming." I chuckled. "You better let me cum tomorrow or I'm going to fill a tent with Marisa's panties and just live in there. And by the way, what the hell has come over you? I mean, you're the horniest bitch I know, but... Damn!"

She just laughed. "Things are different. I like it! But don't worry, I'll never get bored of sex with you, Bro. A few things are just... novel right now... and a change is as good as a rest, you know! Holy fuck though, that fuck was awwwwwesommme... Ouch." she winced a bit. Then she laughed. "You bit me, you bastard! And tore my hair out!"

"Well, it's not like I've never bit you before, and... Holy shit! I did bite you hard... Wow, that's going to leave a mark! Oops. I am sorry, Sis, and yeah, I did have a bit of your hair there..."

She just laughed again. "Oh, fuck, I'm not complaining! That's one of the best fucks we've ever had. Let's do it again! You up for it?"

We laughed together long and loud, snickering and grinning like a pair of teenagers. Then we embraced and kissed long and passionately, expressing our overflowing love for one another. "Yeah, sure, let's fuck, as long as you don't mind me being a corpse when we're finished..."

We nuzzled, and cuddled, and held one another, and, as our bodies shared warmth, slowly drifted off to sleep.

...To be continued.



My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 08



I awoke the next morning, feeling surprisingly relaxed. I had warm and pleasant dreams about Marisa; the two of us laughing, smiling, running around, playing tag, building snowmen together... All in all a wonderful experience. I yawned and stretched, preparing to greet the day. I moved carefully, expecting to feel pain in my testicles as I rolled to the edge of the bed, but to my surprise it was nowhere near as bad as I anticipated.

I kissed my sister good morning and we had a shower as we prepared for the day. I was a little sad that I couldn't say good morning to my daughter, as she was away at band camp and wasn't permitted electronics, but in a way it was sweet. It made my heart long for her more. In a lot of ways it seemed that modern society was totally neurotic; instantaneous contact with anyone you like always at your fingertips. There was not the same opportunity to pine, to miss, to wonder. The feeling was like something from the days of old, where a letter traveling several weeks might separate lovers. It made me wonder if Marisa was longing for me in the same way. The sensation was delectable.

Another divine thought occurred to me - Karen and I were home, free to express and celebrate our sexuality together as we wished, in private, without fear of discovery. I knew, thanks to my devious sister, that Marisa masturbated thinking of me. Would she attempt that at camp? In a room filled with beds all containing other girls on all sides of her? Would she bring herself to climax quietly, motionlessly, thinking of me?

My dick was getting hard.

Karen noticed. She smirked. Then proceeded to tease me. Oh well, there would be no release for me. Until tonight, for good or for ill.

I thought of Marisa back in her bed last night - was she suffering the same way? Was she too shy to please herself? Lying there, yearning, needing, throbbing... Dying to touch herself, to caress her tingling labia and clitoris, to tease herself, pleasure herself, and bring herself to orgasm, thrusting and grinding against her fingers, sighing softly in lust - but unable to? Was she, like me, denied pleasure and release?

Oh, fuck, now my dick was like steel. Rigid and bobbing in the air. My nuts were starting to tighten uncomfortably - Ok, enough of this. I would see Marisa tomorrow night.

...And she was having that damned sleepover!! Oh hell, the J girls, Julie and Jamie, would be over. A flash of indignant anger swept through me. Partly out of jealousy - I wanted Marisa all to myself. And also partly because they had fed Marisa that Valium. Well, maybe they hadn't fed it to her, but they gave her access to it.

I put the whole thing out of my mind as best I could and got on with my day.

Work was nowhere near as uncomfortable as yesterday. My nuts were still a bit sore, but every time I thought of the ridiculous lengths I had gone through yesterday to obtain relief (without jacking off) I felt a flash of embarrassment and shame. Thank god no one had seen!

Each time my eyes brushed past the picture of Marisa on my desk, I felt a pang of longing, or a surge in my loins, or both. She was so beautiful! And her smile was dazzling! She was truly the apple of my eye. I couldn't wait to get her alone, hold her in my arms, kiss her soft lips, dance my tongue down her neck, between her breasts... Whew! Hard to concentrate on work. At a couple of points I was tempted to put the picture into my desk drawer so I could concentrate, but no way. She was my joy, my inspiration. There was no way I was going to try to symbolically put her out of my mind like that.

I worked, phoned, scanned, emailed and scribbled my way through the day. I was in good shape. One more day of this and I would be ahead of the game enough for a four-day weekend at the lake with my sister and my daughter. Heaven.

I finished up, closed up, and headed down to the parkade, feeling good. Then a cold sweat hit me. I had promised Karen that she could domme me tonight. And she had told me straight up that she was going to be rough on me. Then I thought about why. I had lost the bet that Karen could get Marisa's mouth around my dick. Hell, for that I'd let her domme me for a week straight! I was getting off light.

I drove home, Karen and I greeted each other with a kiss and some groping, and we had dinner out.

It was fairly rare, even now that Marisa was eighteen, that we had a full evening and night to ourselves, so we decided to make a bit of a date out of it.

Dinner was lovely, and Karen and I felt very free and flirty. It definitely seemed like some of the excitement I was developing with Marisa was spilling over into our relationship as well. Everything was wonderful. We refrained from drinking any wine, because we both wanted to be sober for what was to follow, but we both felt buzzed nonetheless.

When we arrived home, there was plenty of kissing, and squeezing, and pawing, and in general bawdy, lusty behaviour. We both wanted each other terribly badly. But games were in store, so I resisted the urge to throw her down to the kitchen floor and fuck her senseless.

We dragged the rubber pad out of storage, put some towels down on top of it, and I assembled the X-frame and attached it to the anchor points which were part of the book case frame. We'd had some time and thought put into this arrangement.

I took a pee to make sure my bladder was empty, as I was sure I wouldn't be free for some time once locked in.

I shed my clothes, and stepped into the X-frame as Karen locked the wrist and ankle cuffs, as well as the belts to hold my chest and hips in place. My heart was beating fast and my cock was at full attention.

Karen laughed as she secured the last lock. "Now I've got you right where I want you, Big Brother!" she cackled. I grinned back in spite of my fear. She looked me deep in the eyes and grasped my cock, stroking it rapidly. "This is what I want," she breathed huskily. "It's right in there. That load. I've been dying for it for the last two days. And now it's gonna be mine. All mine. You can't do a thing about it. You're totally at my mercy, helpless to do anything. Except give me your load. And you will. You will."

I moaned as she jerked me. Was she going to just go for my load right now? I gasped and twisted, and she kept up her pace. She stroked her hand up and down the shaft of my penis, up and down, up and down, as I writhed and struggled for breath, her eyes locked into mine.

I felt my load start to rise. My spine was tingling, my balls contracting and throbbing. Karen grinned and stroked even faster, yanking hard on my dick. I was moaning helplessly in her grasp, getting closer to orgasm, closer, closer...

Then she stopped dead. Releasing my throbbing prick with a laugh, she turned and left me, thrusting and groaning in lust and frustration.

"Not yet, Bro," she teased. "I want to get dressed first. Then I want to play with you for a bit. And then," she paused, coming in so close I could feel her breath on my neck, "I'm going to Suck. You. Dry."

I was panting as my heart pounded in my chest. I had no words. I just stood there, shackled and helpless with my engorged erection throbbing straight out, as my sister turned and strode upstairs, her ass swaying sensuously and deliberately with each step.

I was so turned on I couldn't think. That was probably for the best, because whenever I did, I kept trying to conjure up scenarios of what might be in store for me. No, better to just go with it. I was powerless to influence the situation at this point anyway.

I hung there and waited. My pulse rate was accelerated and my dick was hard as steel. I couldn't wait to blow my load.

Long minutes past as I stood shackled to the X-frame awaiting my little sister's mistreatments. I hoped she would let me cum first, then get up to whatever deviltry she assuredly had in store for me.

My penis was bobbing at half-mast when Karen descended the stairs again. Instantly, my dick roared to full attention when I beheld her visage. She had on black stiletto heels, thigh-high stockings with a garter belt, black lace panties and a black corset that was comprised of lace and faux-leather. She had bright red lipstick on, and her eyes were heavily made up. She looked wickedly divine and wore a facial expression to match.

Oh god! What was I in for?! She ambled towards me wearing a smirk, her hips swaying in exaggerated fashion with each stride. 

She reached down and tickled the underside of my penis and chuckled as I shuddered. She lightly ran her finger up and down, gently tracing the bottom of my rigid, throbbing member and grinning at my reaction. A big glob of precum was glistening at the tip of my helmet. My sister flashed me a wicked smile, and knelt down and kissed the tip of my penis. 

She looked up at me, her face a mask of dominance, lust, mischief, menace... my cock, already pounding in arousal, surged even harder with desperate need. She withdrew her lips from my dick slowly and deliberately, and a thin streamer of my precum joined us still as she drew back. It broke and swung down, streaking her lower lip and chin in a glistening, thin, clear line. 

She then, ever so slowly, bent forward again to kiss the head of my prick. She made contact with my helmet, placing tender, loving kisses directly on the tip. Then she kissed more deeply, sucking gently, taking the precum I had produced into her mouth. She looked up at me again, the flame of possessed lust in her eyes. Slowly, carefully, deliberately, she ran her tongue along her glistening, parted lips, then closed and swallowed. 

"Mmmmmm," she purred. "That was soooo delicious, Big Brother... you can't imagine how badly I want to eat up every drop of cum you've got built up in those balls for me... speaking of which, how are they doing?" She giggled at her query. 

"They're actually doing ok..." I replied. "There was some... discomfort... but I think I'm over it now. Now they just feel full. Real full. Like I need to blow a load. Like, urgently," I added, chuckling a bit. 

"Hmmm, is that so?" Karen asked, bending down further, between my legs, and twisting her neck. She gaped her mouth, and making contact with my dangling testicles, began sucking them gently. I groaned.

She increased the vacuum, and as my groan began to rise in intensity and distress, she drew them both into her mouth. Then she sucked harder, and harder... pushing her tongue into each sensitive orb, back and forth, as I began straining against my bonds. 

She let her head hang down slightly, putting more weight on my scrotum and spermatic cords. She sucked harder, still prodding my trapped gonads with her tongue. I called out in increasing anguish, shaking my head and writhing in my restraints. She kept sucking harder and harder!

My eyes started bugging out of my head as I cried out. "Oh god!! Please! Sis! Aah! Sis! Fuck, it hurts! You're hurting me! Aah! Fuck! Please, Sis!!"

She let my nuts pop wetly out of her mouth with a laugh. The relief combined with the pain as I gasped and strained. "Oh, I'm hurting you? Perish the thought, Big Brother! Here you are, full to the brim and overflowing with cum, locked helpless and spread-eagled on an X-frame, and I would dare think of hurting you?"

She laughed again freely as she rose before me and I panted, feeling the alarm and pressure in my balls slowly ebb.

"Oh, fuck, you are full of cum, aren't you!" she laughed, as her gaze travelled south briefly. "Oooh, look at all that yummy percum! Mmm, I have to get all of that... so delicious... it was so yummy... I'm going to tease you until you're balls are about ready to pop!!"

She then dove down to engulf my tip, slurping gently, then licked it all over. I shivered in pleasure and lust. She swallowed, licking her lips again as she knelt in front of me, my erection surging and bobbing, pointed directly at her beautiful face. 

"So is my Big Brother horny?" she cajoled me. "Does he want to blow his wad? And is he horny from thinking about his own daughter? Why, I'll bet he is!!"

She rose again, and bent forward to begin softly kissing my neck. I desperately wanted her to keep touching my dick, but dared not ask anything of her. I just prayed that she would be lenient with me, not teasing me too badly before she allowed me to cum. 

Her tongue encircled my ear and I felt her hot breath. "Horny bastard," she whispered into my ear. "Hard and throbbing, thinking about your own daughter! Marisa! Your little girl! Your sweet little baby, and your dick is just dying to fuck her, isn't it!"

I just moaned as she chuckled, taking a step back to regard me with her hands on her hips. She grinned like the cat that swallowed the canary. God, she was driving me crazy!! My dick was almost hurting, it was so fucking hard, bobbing and pounding with my pulse!

Her right hand travelled between her legs and began caressing her panty-covered mound. "Mmm, you look so good like that. Totally at my mercy. You know what, Big Brother? I think for being so horny for Marisa, you should hang there all tied up like that and watch your little sister as she makes herself cum, don't you think so?"

I just moaned in desperate helplessness. 

She looked directly into my eyes, pulled her panties aside with her left hand, and began fondling the folds of her pussy with her right. 

She flexed her hips slightly and moaned in pleasure. I stared transfixed and immobilized, utterly captivated by the sight of my beautiful, sexy little sister unashamedly masturbating, dressed like a Dominatrix or a slut, staring directly into my soul.

She bowed her knees slightly, parting her thighs as she stroked her pussy lips. "Watch me, Big Brother," she hissed sexily, "Watch your little sister as she diddles her clit and cums right in front of you..."

This was torture!! Delicious, erotic torture... She closed her eyes and began rubbing more vigourously, moaning softly as she did so. I was going mad with desire, forced to watch, but unable to touch...

She shuddered in pleasure. Her lips were pursed, her cheeks flushed. She gently bit her lower lip and rotated hips slowly as she ground her vulva with her fingers. Her lips curled into a hint of a snarl and she gyrated her whole body slowly and sensuously. She didn't often masturbate strictly for my viewing pleasure, but regardless I couldn't remember a time when she'd looked more inviting and irresistible. I didn't know what was pounding harder, my heart or my dick.

The pace of her fingers between the folds of her pussy increased. She began flexing her hips rhythmically, grinding and gently swaying on her stilettos as she moaned in pleasure.

"Ooh!" she cooed. "Ooooh, I'm so close... Ooh, watch me... Watch me, Big Brother... Watch... I'm gonna cum... Oh, I'm gonna cum!! Oh!! Oh!! OHHHH!!"

She bucked her hips, shivering and twitching in the throes of her orgasm, moaning out loudly in passion and release.

She stumbled slightly with a laugh, and her eyes opened. I stared slack-jawed. "Mmmm, did you like that, Big Brother? Ha ha, I know you did... Look at your dick. Yeah, I bet it wants to cum too, it's been a while. Well, soon. I can't wait much longer for that load..."

She sauntered up to me and placed her fingers beneath my nose. Her scent was strong in my nostrils. I wasn't sure I could be any more wild with lust. "Open," she commanded me. "Suck."

I did so and slurped her juices off of her finger. I was buzzing with frustrated arousal. I would have done anything, absolutely anything she commanded at this point. I was putty in her hands.

"Good boy," she praised me. "Ok, this poor dick here needs some attention. He's been standing like a good soldier for so long..." she chuckled. Then she leaned forward and gave it a lick, a long, slow lick from the underside all the way up to the tip. I moaned.

She encircled the shaft with her hand and slowly began pumping. My cock was positively pounding with feral need. I couldn't even speak. All I could do was thrust my hips forward, desperately praying for my little sister to give me pleasure, relief. I was mad for it.

She stroked me up and down, slowly and deliberately, placing long, loving kisses on my helmet and shaft as she did so. She made sure I was never starting that climb towards orgasm, just teasing, teasing... keeping me at the outer limits of arousal, utterly subject to her whims.

She kisses her way down to my testicles, placing those same, long, loving kisses all over my balls. "Hey, there, little guys!" she giggled. "Are you making lots and lots of sperm for me? Why, I sure hope so! Your owner lost a bet, so it's almost time to drain you two into my mouth! Are you ready? I hope you are! I haven't had a mouthful of yummy jizz to eat up for a couple of days now!"

She stood and laughed, facing me. "Ok, Bro, I'm going to tease you a little bit more. But for this part, I'm going to blind-fold you. I have something very, very particular in mind for you today." She reached behind me and obtained a cloth, wrapping it around my eyes and securing it in place. "You're going to love it," she whispered to me. "Or maybe you won't? Either way, I sure will..."

I heard the sound of her heels, and some motion... She walked away, then returned. There were sounds of scraping or something, and wheels, like a cart of some kind. Hoo boy, I was sure I was in for it now. What it was, I wasn't sure though. Again I just tried to concentrate on the moment and not speculate as to what Karen had up her sleeve.

I jumped as I felt her fingers tickle my balls. She giggled. I gasped as a piece of cloth dragged lightly across the sensitive head of my prick. My sister leaned in and began kissing my neck. "Do you know what that was?" she breathed right into my ear. "It was a little something I grabbed just for play today..." I tried to do anything but think - just feel, just experience... best not to try to figure things out...

"I want to turn you on hotter than you ever have been," Karen continued. "I put my fingers underneath your nose because I want you to have my scent. The scent of my cunt. Your little sister's hot, juicing cunt. Ok, smell, Big Brother." She placed her fingers once again underneath my nose. The tangy, sharp aroma of her arousal filled my nostrils. "Take a big whiff. That's right. Got the scent of my cunt? Good boy. Now, here's something else. Can you guess what it is?"

She held a piece of cloth to my nose. I inhaled. Instantly my eyes opened wide as could be and my dick threatened to spew right there! "That's right, Big Brother! Those are Marisa's panties! Can you smell her? You dirty fuck. You like stealing her panties from the hamper, huh? Well, two can play that game! C'mon! Breathe deep! Do you recognize her scent?" I did!! I had only beheld her aroma once, but I swore I could recognize it! It was my little girl!!

Her fingers gently danced along the shaft of my raging rod. I moaned in helpless, overpowering lust. "Oh, you do, don't you! Mmhmm, that's Marisa! That's the scent of your daughter's cunt. Keep breathing deep! Do you remember why you're locked up like this? That's right! Because I found a way to get her mouth around your dick! Ha ha, that's right! Do you remember her sneaking her way into our bedroom? Pulling the covers back? Taking your dick into her mouth? Oh, you should have seen it! Of course, your eyes were closed, like they are right now! Ha ha! Mmmm, remember her sucking you? She brought you off like a pro! Fuck, you shot so much, right into her mouth! And then it went up her nose, remember? Ha ha ha!! But then, she was such a trooper, she helped me lick up every drop! Mmm, she was so hot!"

I was panting in lust! Every time I inhaled, I swore I could smell her! Marisa! My daughter! This was driving me beyond crazy!

"Oh, and then, do you remember?" Karen went on. "She went back into her bedroom after and jilled off, thinking about you! Calling out 'Daddy!' as she came! Oh, fuck, that was such a fucking turn on! Do you remember?"




My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 08



My head was whirling. I couldn't think straight. Maybe I couldn't think at all. I was all dick. I had never been this furiously aroused and teased before. I was practically drooling.

"Ok, Big Brother," she hissed right into my ear. "Now I'm going to suck you off. I'm going to eat up every bit of your cum. And then I'm going to drain you dry. I'm going to empty your balls. You're going to have nothing left. You're going to shoot until you're shooting blanks. Are you ready? Good. You're mine."

She dove down and swallowed my cock down in a single gulp. I called out in lusty anguish. She sucked. Hard and deep, she drew my cock in and began pumping aggressively. It was too much. I couldn't breathe. When I finally gasped in, Marisa's scent from her panties set my whole brain alight. I wailed in desperate heat, desire, and helplessness.

Karen sucked like a madwoman. She seized my balls and started squeezing. I sobbed out in agonized ecstasy, my senses of smell and touch completely overloaded. She vacuumed my dick and pumped her head up and down frantically. My whole body spasmed. I was trying to shoot, but the sensations were far too intense!! My brain was about to completely self-destruct! Every time I thought I was about to ejaculate, she squeezed harder on my nuts! This was way too much! I couldn't cum! I couldn't cum!!

Karen seemed to sense exactly what I was feeling every moment, and she suddenly grasped my testicles in an iron grip. She wetly released my rod from her mouth, and shouted at me, "This load should be Marisa's! But it's mine!! Every fucking bit of it is mine!! Now fucking shoot it!! Shoot it into my mouth!!"

She then released my balls, took the head of my cock in between her lips, and began beating my shaft at breakneck pace! I howled out, thrashed about, thrust my hips forward spasmodically, and came!!

It felt like my entire prostate and balls were being torn apart! I shot a gigantic wad that threatened to rip my dick open as it exited! Karen relentlessly jerked the shaft of my cock, gulped down the glob of jizz I rocketed into her mouth, and I shot, and shot, and shot. I couldn't breathe in. I tried to sob in lust, anguish, and rapturous release. Every nerve was jangling, utterly saturated and beyond with overpowering sensation.

I came and came. Karen just kept sucking, swallowing, and jerking me. I finally gasped and bleated out in passion. She kept aggressively fellating me.

My cock was just dribbling out now, but Karen kept up her assault. She sucked hard, flicking her tongue all over the over-sensitized tip of my dick as I desperately sought respite, needing a break from the electric shocks of stimulation that were ravaging the surface of my penis.

She just kept sucking. She began bobbing her head, drawing me deep into her throat as she pumped me mercilessly and unceasingly.

"Please, Sis!!" I managed to gasp. "Please!!"

She ignored me and continued her forceful blowjob. She twisted slightly, and I was barely able to register the sounds of some movement, scraping, and then something that sounded mechanical.

The warm, wet vacuum of her mouth disappeared from enveloping my dick, to be almost instantly replaced by something colder. It was very wet and slippery. And then it sucked me. Oh my god!!

It drew an incredibly powerful vacuum on my twitching, totally over-stimulated cock, then stroked down slickly, stroked back up, and began sucking even harder!!

I cried out in agonized surprise!!

The sounds of the machine now filled my ears. Oh my god, this thing was sucking me too hard!! About every second and a half, it stroked me down and up, and drew an overwhelming vacuum on my dick!!

I choked in breath and warbled in agony. My sister rose, and I heard her chuckle into my ear. "Mmmmm, that load was fucking delicious!! And huge... I don't think you've ever shot that much, ever. Yum! Totally worth the wait. But now, dear Brother... I'm afraid you're in for a bit of an ordeal! I've borrowed a toy from someone I know who knows some real kinksters! Would you like to see it? I know you can feel it! Ok, Bro, let me introduce you! Say hello to my little friend!"

With that, she removed the blindfold. As I struggled and strained against my bonds, my eyes tried to adjust to the light. Before me, on a tripod, was a small electronic pump mechanism contained in a housing about the same size, but a little longer than a lunch box. It was sucking my tortured dick unceasingly. My eyes were bugging out of my head.

"It's called a Venus2000!" my sister enthused. "Isn't it wonderful? Ok, Big Brother, you've been so horny the past couple of days, and you've wanted to cum so bad! Well, now you can! Just cum for me, ok? Cum for me and I'll let you go! Be a good boy. I know you have more sperm to shoot for me, so I want to get it all out! Ok? You know you want to cum, so just do it. Let it go. Shoot that hot stuff for me and I'll let you go free, ok? But only when I'm sure you're empty!" She cackled gleefully. I was wracked with far-too-intense friction and suction. This was too much.

I shook my head left and right helplessly and sobbed. I couldn't take this.

This diabolic contraption just kept sucking and stroking me, sucking and stroking.

"Please, Sis..." I managed to choke out.

She just laughed at my plight. "Ohh, poor baby. Didn't I tell you that you were in trouble? There's an easy way out... Just cum! That's all you have to do, my dear, sweet big brother. Just cum for me! Cum for your little sister. ...Don't you want to?"

She began kissing my neck and upper chest softly. "If you only knew how hot this is for me... You know you will cum. Right? It's only a matter of time. You'll cum for me, and I get to watch, and I don't even have to do any of the work! Come on, Big Brother, just shoot it. Shoot your cum for me to watch."

I gasped and panted as this thing just kept working my junk without pause. Slowly, slowly, I recovered from my orgasm. As I gulped in breath in tiny mouthfuls, my cruel little sister stroked my face and neck, grinning mischievously the whole time.

I groaned deeply. She was right. As much as I was totally overloaded with unceasing stimuli, I felt my orgasm begin to grow. It started like a spark, a smoldering brand. It began to catch, tingling in the soles of my feet, sweeping upwards... my balls and my prostate started twitching and fluttering... my abs contracted... Oh, fuck, this merciless machine was going to make me cum again... Fuck, I was going to cum hard!!

"Oh god!" I barked out. "Oh, fuck!! Sis!! Oh, god, Sis, I'm gonna... I'm gonna AH! AH! Sis, oh fuck!! I'm gonna cum!! AH!! AHH!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

"Good boy!!" she cheered. "Good boy!! Yeah, that's right! I knew you would!! Shoot it for me, oh, yes, keep shooting!! God, that's fucking hot!! Ha, ha!! Yeah, yeah, perfect!! Ooooh, that was sooo good, wasn't it? Ha, ha, look at you! No breaks! One more!! One more, ok? One more and I'll let you go!!"

"Please, Sis!" I howled. "Please, no!! Please!! Please, stop, please!!" The machine didn't miss a beat. Like clockwork. Relentless. It didn't matter whether I was climbing the slope to orgasm, shooting my brains out, or desperately, hopelessly trying to recover, it just kept on. Sucking and stroking. Sucking and stroking. Sucking and stroking.

"No..." I whimpered. My entire body was twitching, struggling feebly, uselessly. "Please, no..."

I sobbed and sobbed. The slippery friction and suction on my ravaged prong continued unabated.

I hung there limply as my sister crooned to me. "Yes, yes, my love. My big brother. My horny, helpless big brother. Yes. Are you sensitive? Why, I'll just bet you are. Look at you. Mmmm, that looks so good... It's driving you mad, isn't it?" She giggled. I could barely breathe. 

The machine sucked and sucked. This was far too much. I couldn't endure. Yet there was no other option.

"One more!" Karen gushed. "One more orgasm, Big Brother! That's all you have to give me, and I'll make it stop! Just one more!"

"No..." I choked. My penis was immolating with over-stimulation.

My sister began gently flicking her tongue up and down my neck and throat. She kissed her way down to my nipples and gently sucked each one softly.

Then she kissed her way back up to my ear. Cupping my testicles, she whispered, "This one is for Marisa. Come on, Big Brother. Do it. Do it for her. Come for your little girl."

I moaned and sobbed. My breath was caught short as I was mercilessly, ceaselessly milked by the Venus2000. "Come on, Bro," Karen went on. "Everything these balls have been making was supposed to have been for her anyway, right? So shoot for her. You know she wants it. Do you remember? It was her sucking your cock. That's right, Bro, your own daughter had your dick in her mouth. That was her, bobbing and sucking... you were the first cock she ever had in her mouth. And you know what? She loved it! That's right, it was love at first suck. Remember how she said your cock was beautiful? Ha ha, I do! She said it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen! She was in love with that beautiful cock of yours before she ever saw it, but when she did, you know she'll never look at another. That's it for her, there's only one cock she's ever really going to crave and yearn for. Yours. Her Daddy's cock. I'll bet she's yearning for it right now."

I shook my head back and forth, unable to speak. All my muscles contracted involuntarily, convulsively, uselessly struggling. My mind was racing and whirling. Despite my crushing anguish, Karen's words in my ear kept my memory flashing back. Marisa's beautiful face. Her flashing smile. Her burbling laugh. And lord, the sensation of her lips against mine, the agonizing, glorious suction of her immaculate mouth on my penis...

"Do you remember her sucking your cock?" Karen went on. "You came, right in her mouth. She wasn't ready for it completely, but she wanted it. And then she helped me lick it up. Your own sweet, beautiful daughter, helping your little sister lick up every drop of cum off your body. Remember that? Then she went up to her room to bed. She jilled off, thinking of you. Wanting you. Wishing it was you. She diddled her little clitty right up there in her bedroom, fantasizing about you. Whispering out for you. You know she would have been screaming for you if she wasn't scared of getting caught... Do you suppose she's doing that right now? Masturbating at camp? Not daring to move, just stroking her clitty? Jilling off softly, nearly motionlessly, whispering, 'Daddy, Daddy,' wishing she could scream it out? Do you think maybe she's getting ready to cum right now?"

"OH!!" I managed to gasp out. "OH! OH GOD!!"

My cock was buzzing, vibrating. My whole body was swept with fever and chills. I was sweating, and I was burning up. I was past crazy. This machine just kept pumping on and on, and I was powerless to stop it. My sister was cruel and relentless. Yet, her words, and the inevitability and unavoidability of the machine's conscienceless actions were drawing forward to their conclusion. I was going to cum again.

"That's right!" Karen rasped, excitedly. "You know she is! She's going to cum for you, tonight! For sure! Maybe right now!"

She began soft squeezes on my balls, which built up slowly in intensity. My breath was blasting in and out now. The friction of the Venus on my dick was agony, but was breaching the border toward ecstasy. My balls, already throbbing, were being increasingly aggressively kneaded and wrung by my wicked little sister. Helpless, I could do nothing to thwart her will or the mechanical assault on my member that was accelerating me past light speed towards an orgasm that threatened to end the whole universe.

"AAAAH!" I half choked, half screamed. "AAAAH! AAAAAHH!!"

Karen's grip on my balls was now a crushing vice. Timing her squeezes with the reciprocations of each suction cycle. It would have likely been wracking agony, but my brain was utterly flooded with a molten euphoria, and every sensation that should have been pain, would have been pain, was pain, transformed into rapturous joy. I was on the edge. About to shoot. About to cum. Ejaculation imminent. Yet I could not initiate. The first blast of my emission would not commence. I was trapped at the edge of the cliff, and it yawned before me, deeper, ever deeper, yet I could not plunge over.

"AAAAAAH HAHH HAAAHH HAAAH!!" I sobbed, howled, screamed and roared, tortured and driven beyond mindlessness.

"DO IT!" Karen yelled at me, breaking the spell of this agonizing, endless tease. "SHOOT IT FOR MARISA!! SHOOT IT NOW!!"

"OH GOD!!" I roared. "MARISA!! ...KAREN!! MARISAAAAA!!"

And I shot. As Karen wrung my balls in her grip of steel, I shot and shot a dry, empty, pounding orgasm that continued on and on, for what had to be over a minute.

Blasts and surges of colour and light shot through my brain and my prostate hammered and throbbed, launching forth wad after wad of absolute nothingness. My brain was totally short-circuited. Conscious thought was not possible. My nervous system was unable to register or differentiate whether this was celestial bliss, or infernal torment.

I slowly became aware that the machine had slowed down. The intensity and frequency of the suction and pumping were lessening. In a short period of time, they had ceased all together.

I sobbed, gulping in breath every ten seconds or so, which was all I seemed to be able to manage. My brain slowly rebooted, and sought out pathways of thought that were complete. It was a difficult and lengthy process. Karen carefully extracted me from the Venus2000, softly muttering endearments to me and caressing me gently. My whole body was energized with electricity, and her slightest touch gracing my skin traced trails of fire, ice, sparks and steam wherever they danced.

I heard the clicking sounds of the clasps releasing, but I could not feel it. My inanimate limbs simply surrendered to gravity, dangling limply and disinterestedly where they hung.

Karen supported me as she released my hips and torso from the X-frame, and I fell. She impeded my descent to the floor somewhat, and the two of us tumbled gently onto the carpet.

My cock was an odd buzz of jangled, fried nerves. It was rigid and throbbing. My whole body was trembling.

"Are you ok, Bro?" Karen giggled. "I know that was a lot to endure. I don't know where you're at, but I thought that was fucking awesome..."

"I..." I gasped. "I... I..." My brain was still struggling to do things like compose a sentence. "I'm not sure how that was..."

She chuckled again as she cradled my exhausted and inactive form. "Well, that sounds like it was better that horrible. That was intense. Like, I can't even describe how much. I don't know how much this is because of Marisa, and how much because of the tease, and how much because of that lovely little piece of technology, but wow... Just, wow!"

"I don't know what to think..." I managed to garble. "I don't even know that I can think..."

"That's ok," she smiled, "That's ok. Just take your time. When you can think, I'll remind you how risky it might be to make bets with me... " She laughed gently. "You seem ok. Just relax. I'll be super nice here. Just gentle loves. I'll lie here with you as long as you need. Until you're ready to walk." She paused and just held me as I trembled and trembled. Slowly, slowly, the alarm and stimulation level of my nerves began to recede, I got control of my breathing, and my heart rate slowed somewhat. "And if you can't walk, or you just don't want to, we can sleep down here tonight, ok? I've got some blankets and a foam mattress sorta handy."

I drew in breaths. They became more even now and I closed my eyes, creeping my way back down to a more relaxed state, just coasting, floating, settling back into my body, shielded and comforted by my sister's loving arms.

"That's a boy," she encouraged me. "You're ok. That was so hard on you, I could see. But you're ok. You'll be fine... But..." she chuckled. "What's this?" She directed her gaze down to my midsection.

My erection was fierce and rigid. My prostate felt like it was in a continuous state of contraction, and my shaft was unyieldingly projected straight out from my pelvis.

"I dunno," I mumbled. "Don't think I can really feel much. I mean, um... I don't really know." I fumbled for thoughts that would describe my sensations. "Well, it's not painful... I totally thought it would be. Or did I? Shit, I don't even know... My balls are sore, that's for sure... My dick? It's... uh, it's kind of... fuzzy."

"Fuzzy, huh?" she chuckled. "Looks more like it's... hard. Fucking hard as a rock and throbbing. I would have thought it would have been trying to hide inside your body or something." She laughed gently as she held me. I managed a bit of a chuckle.

"Yeah, I dunno, I can't really feel much. It definitely doesn't hurt... it's more like, oh, hell, um, like when you're sore from a workout? Like, it's sore, but it's a good kind of sore."

"Oh, yeah?" she grinned. "Well, I don't want to seem selfish or insensitive... But I'd hate to let a good hardon go to waste. I've got a bit of an urge here... Think you could handle if I hopped on and went for a ride?"

"Holy fuck, you are some kind of a sadistic sex fiend!" I laughed. "Well, I dunno, it doesn't hurt... It sure doesn't feel like it's going away... We could give it a try?"

Karen cackled with amusement and excitement. "Fuck, you're amazing! Really? Mmmm, that's fantastic... Ok, but be real careful here, ok? If I'm hurting you or anything, you gotta tell me. And if anything looks or feels wrong, I'm off, like right now. You sure you're ok with this?"

"Well, I dunno! Let's try it and see what happens, ok?

Karen laid me down and stretched out, trying to relax completely and still the trembling in my limbs. My cock pointed straight up, undaunted and unwavering. Karen licked her lips, stared deep into my eyes with a fire of passion, straddled me and slid down on my pole with a gasp.

Her eyes shut and she impaled her slick and sopping pussy on my column of raging manhood.

"Oh, fuck!" she breathed. "Oh, fuck, that's fantastic! Fuck, you're so hard, you're so fucking hard, and I'm sooooo turned on..."

I just stared silently at her lustful form. She slowly raised and lowered herself onto my rod, down to the hilt, and up so just the tip was buried. I was mesmerized.

It's not like my penis felt nothing at all, but as over-stimulated as it was, the well-lubricated friction of her soaked snatch on my shaft was more like an echo of a bird call, rather than the screech of an owl in a nearby tree, like it usually was.

She rode me more quickly, opening her eyes to observe me. "You ok?" she gasped in between bounces.

"Yeah," I panted. "Yeah, I'm fine. You can go harder or faster. I'm fine. C'mon Sis, ride me. Go. Come on."

She moaned, and leaned back, placing her right hand behind her for support and reaching up with her left hand to cup her breast. She surrendered to her need, apparently satisfied that I was up for this completely. Grinding and rotating her hips, she bucked up and down, pinching and squeezing her nipple as she sighed and panted.

"Oh, Bro, this is so hot, I'm so fuckin' turned on, oh, Bro, oh, fuck, oh, mmmm, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, I'm gonna CUMMMMMM!!"

She wailed out and froze, then pitching forward spasmodically, she screamed and came hard, flooding my whole groin with her dripping nectar. She lurched a few more times, mewling and biting her lip, then dismounted with a whimper and a shudder, collapsing on top of our sweating forms.

"Oh, my god, Bro, that was fantastic... You're fantastic... I love you so much..." she purred contentedly.

"You too, Sis," I replied. "I couldn't be luckier. Even when you're cruel and evil, you're still an absolute dream."




My Sister and My Daughter Ch. 08



She chuckled and sighed, cuddling in to me. "Wow, tonight has been amazing. This is definitely one for the books. But what..." she looked down again as her thigh brushed my still-turgid erection, and laughed. "My god, you're more of a machine than that thing!" She glanced over to the inert Venus2000, and back to my glistening rod. "...Do you think you could go again?"

"Well, shit, I dunno, Sis, let's find out!"

I could. And I did. Again. And again. I had my little sister screaming and howling in orgasm after orgasm, as once I started to recover, I took more of an active role in our fucking.

I rolled her over onto her hands and knees and took her doggy style. I sat her on the couch and fucked her missionary with her legs in the air. I fucked her standing up in the corner, holding her half-aloft by her hips as I drove into her. I made her cum again and again, and my dick never once wavered in its rigidity.

I turned the tables on her too, as once, she rode me reverse-cowgirl and made herself cum by diddling her clit, she called out, "OH! OH FUCK! OK! ENOUGH! TOO SENSITIVE!! ENOUGH!!" I just chuckled and held her on top of me and kept thrusting my hips and driving into her. "FUCK!" She barked out, struggling to suck in breath. "FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!" And as I drove into her hard and fast, she came again, hard and deeply, about thirty seconds after her first orgasm abated.

I slowly took her down from the second orgasm, gently withdrawing and stroking her back and buttocks as she shivered and trembled.

"You bastard," she chuckled. "This was my night to domme. Next time I'll show you no mercy at all."

We laughed together, cuddling and holding each other. After about five minutes, we both glanced down at my undaunted, seemingly eternal boner. "Um, again?" Karen asked. "We should be careful though, right? Persisting longer than four hours or something?"

"We'll monitor it," I replied. We made soft, tender, gentle love together, slowly and sensuously twisting and entwining, pressing against each other, holding, caressing, fondling, kissing, rolling and rocking. It lasted for about a half an hour and ended with my little sister softly trembling and shuddering as a sweet, subtle orgasm gently tremored through her.

We ended up on the carpet, wrapped in blankets, holding each other and cuddling as we both drifted off to sleep, my erection pressed up against the small of her back.

...to be continued



My Sister and My Daughter



"Fuck, Sis! Let me cum!! Please!!" I begged her. "I can't take this!"

Suddenly she released my throbbing prick from her mouth, and started beating the shaft rapidly and firmly with her right hand.

"Think about Marisa," she hissed. "Think about her pretty face. Think about her pink lips. Think about her soft, wet mouth."

I howled out as my whole groin clenched in spasm. My cock was trying to shoot, but the sensations were way too intense as my little sister started sucking on my helmet again while still yanking my shaft with blinding speed.

My toes were curling, my calves locked in an iron clench, my hips thrust forward involuntarily as my head thrashed from side to side and my torso bent forward.

"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" I roared as the first blast of jism rocketed from my penis into the back of my little sister's mouth. She slowed her hand movements but squeezed tighter on my shaft as she sucked harder, flicking her tongue all over the hyper-sensitive tip of my rod as it produced wad after wad of thick, white hot sperm for her.

She groaned "Mmmmmmmmmm!" approvingly as I filled her mouth full to overflowing with my semen. She slowed her strokes even more, squeezing on the upstroke, milking the juice out of my cock as I heard her swallow. I collapsed forward, my legs complete jelly as the final spurts dribbled out of my urethra into Karen's eager mouth. She swallowed again, then one final time before releasing my cock from her lips with a laugh. "That was one huuuuuge load, Big Brother!" she beamed. "So thick... So tasty..."

I lay pitched across the back of the couch panting, finally rising on my vibrating arms to gaze down on my beautiful sister. She had a warm satisfied smile on her face, her cheeks glowing red. A small rivulet of semen streaked from the right corner of her mouth down to her neck. My heart was pounding in my chest.

I slithered down to sit on her lap and kissed her desperately, passionately on her sweet, hot cocksucking mouth. I tasted the salt of the remnants of my own jizz on her tongue and lips as we kissed, our mouths pressing, searching, reaching into each other's. "I love you, Sis, my sweet little sister. My beautiful, wonderful, perfect baby sister," I crooned to her.

We continued kissing and I licked the drop of semen from her face, sharing it with her as we snowballed that drop of my love juice. We stared deep into each other's eyes, our souls touching in the glow of pure love, our skin on fire as we drank in each other's presence, totally happy and fulfilled.



My Sister And My Niece - A Plan



Saturday morning, I woke up with my arms around the cutest girl in the world. Lizzie was laying on her left side and I was laying behind her, spooning our bodies. We had both gone to sleep naked and we were still totally nude.

Apparently, Lizzie felt no self-consciousness about being naked with me; I think she had gotten up during the night to pee but returned to bed au naturel. I love waking up spooning with a naked female but hadn't done so in several months.

My right hand was reached over Lizzie's side and my hand was cupping her small but very firm breast. Her nipple was hard. I thought she was still sleeping but, as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and index finger, I could hear her very quietly moaning.

"Stop doin' that,"she said quietly. "There's somethin' down south a little ways that needs some attention."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied. I left my finger tips on her smooth skin as I slid my hand towards her pussy. As I approached the destination, she rolled slightly towards me and lifted her right leg, draping it over my leg so that I would have easier access to her pleasure zone.

When my middle finger reached her clit, I began tracing small circles around it. "Are you a wet little girl?" I asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "Maybe you should put your fingers in me to check for yo'self." Southern girls are so damn sexy!

I lowered my hand on her mound and bent my finger so that it entered her hot honey hole. "My, my, you are so wet! What are we gonna do with you?"

"Well . . . either you're gonna fuck me or I'm a gonna fuck you!" she replied.

I was sliding my finger in and out of her pussy, pushing and pulling the tip of my middle finger across the front wall of her vagina. It didn't take long to find that G-spot that every woman has.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried out as I continued stroking the obviously correct spot. "I wanna come so bad. Ron, fuck me now."

I got between her legs, facing her, and prepared to make an assault on her young tight pussy. I grabbed my pillow and put it under her butt, raising her crotch so I could have the maximum penetration.

"Don't worry, I'm on birth control pills. Now . . . just stick it in me and make me cum!"

I lowered myself until the tip of my dick was against her pussy lips. She began thrusting towards me, trying to impale herself on my manliness.

"Do you want it?" I asked her teasingly.

"You know I do. Now just fuck me!" she responded.

"I wanna hear you ask for it. I wanna hear you say 'Ron, stick your dick in me and cum in my pussy, please!' You're so hot!"

"Ron," she began just as I had requested, "stick your damn dick in me and fuck me 'til I beg you to stop. I want your cum in me now, damn it!"

As soon as those words left her lips, I plunged forward until I felt my balls resting against her ass.

"Ahhh!" she cried out. "That feels so damn good!"

I began thrusting in and out, slow and first and then gradually getting faster. Suddenly, I slowed down.

"Did you cum already? I hope not!" she said.

"Oh, no. Just teasin' your pussy so you cum good and hard when you finally cum."

I resumed my slow, deliberate strokes in and out of her tender young cunt. I had never experienced a tighter pussy and was really concentrating hard to avoid cumming too soon. I sped up momentarily and then slowed again. Finally, I began to increase my tempo.

I was able to support my weight and balance with my left arm so I reached under her with my right hand and placed the tip of my middle finger on her asshole. I pushed just enough so that the tip of my finger entered her back door.

"Shit, that's so nasty but it feels so good! Stick it in deeper!" she begged.

I did not need any encouragement. I didn't have any lubricant on my finger so I pushed gently and slowly as I continued thrusting in and out of her hot teen pussy. As my finger slid into her ass, her pussy started quivering and squeezing my dick like it didn't want to ever let go.

"Fuck, Lizzie, I'm so close. I'm gonna cum in your pussy." I placed my mouth over hers and penetrated her lips with my tongue.

"Here it comes!" I managed to moan as I felt my ball sack tighten up and the pressure pushing towards the end of my dick. I began squirting my cum into her young, tight cunt and it felt like the best fuck of my life. She wrapped her legs around my lower back and put both of her arms around my shoulders. After six or seven blasts of cum, I felt my orgasm subsiding.

"You feel so damn good!" I said to her. "I don't want you to ever go home!"

"Oh . . . fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Holy shit that was hot!" she blurted out while panting and trying to catch her breath.

"So THAT'S fuckin'! I guess it makes a difference when you're with somebody who knows what they're doin'," she said.

"Why, thank you ma'am. I aim to please," I replied in my fake Southern gentleman accent.

"Let's sleep a little longer," she suggested. I had no reason to disagree with her, so we slept a little longer.

* * *

When we finally woke up, we stayed in bed for a few minutes, cuddling and whispering sweet things to each other. I told her how incredibly good she felt but I also told her what a sweet young woman she had become. She told me what a good lover I was and how much better she felt about herself because she had been able to satisfy me.

"But . . . ya know . . . you said somethin' 'bout me never goin' home and, well . . . I could stay here with you and be mighty satisfied, but . . . how 'bout you and Mom? She's all hung up on you and I can't let anything come between me and her." Lizzie's voice conveyed a caution, an apology, and a sincere regret.

"Yeah, I don't wanna mess up Sarah. I need to get things right with her. Maybe today is the day to do that. In fact . . .."

I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed my cell phone. What's Sarah's number?" I asked.

I dialed the number and Sarah answered almost immediately.

"Hi, Sarah. This is Ron."

There was absolute silence on the phone.

"Lizzie came over to my place last night and, in fact, she ended up spending the night here. We spent some time talkin', and . . . that's a real good girl you've got there, Sarah. You've done a fine job of raisin' 'er. Well, anyway, she told me that you've been unhappy for some time and it somehow involves me and . . . if I had ever known about this, well, his thing wouldn't have drug on for eight years, but, anyway . . . you and I need to talk and I'd love to see you. Why don't you drive up here today and we can go out to dinner and talk about things."

I stopped talking, hoping to hear an immediate reply but there was none.

"Sarah, I love you and that hasn't ever changed. If you don't drive up here to see me today, I'm gonna drive down there and keep knockin' on your front door 'til you let me in!"

"Ron, I know you're right and I'm glad you called. What's the address?" she asked.

The conversation didn't last much longer. I gave her the address and she said she'd be here around 4:00 o'clock. I suggested that she bring a bag so she could stay overnight if she wanted. She didn't make any promise about overnight and I didn't want to make her feel pressured.

"Ron, I'm so glad you made that call, and I really want you and Mom to get things worked out, and . . . who knows what might happen, but . . . this might be the only time that we get to hook up like this, and . . . Mom's gonna be here in five or six hours, so let's go get in the shower and you can make me cum with your tongue!"

"Damn, girl, there ain't nothin' bashful 'bout you!" I replied.

We got in the shower and I washed her back and then I washed her front. Having my hands on her hot, young, and innocent body gave me a boner in seconds. I stood behind her and reached around to wash her front. In this position, my hard dick slid between her cheeks and I started moving up and down to slide my dick against her behind. Oh, what heaven!

Then she washed my back and then she washed my front. She applied soap liberally to my dick 'to make sure that it was clean' she said, and then she instructed me to turn around. She poured some liquid soap on her finger tips and then I felt her middle finger sliding between my cheeks until her finger tip came to rest on my asshole.

"I wanna make sure you're clean all over," she explained as I felt her finger pushing into my anal cavity. With her other hand, she reached around and grabbed my dick and resumed stroking it as she pushed her finger in and out of my ass.

"You're such a quick learner," I commended her. "And that feels so damned good!"

"Good. But I'm not gonna let you cum like this. Let's get back in bed and do that 69 thing!"

Again, I needed no convincing. We rinsed the soap off our bodies, got out of the shower and toweled ourselves dry. She walked out of the bathroom ahead of me and went straight for the bed, laying down across the bed so that her knees were at one side with her legs hanging over the edge. I climbed aboard and stopped with my knees against her shoulders. I then leaned forward until my face was between her legs.

Ordinarily, I would have started slowly but I was all worked up from the hand fucking she gave me in the shower. I dove into her pussy and started licking like it was the last pussy I'd ever get. She raised her legs up and brought her knees up towards her shoulders; I moved my arms so that she couldn't lower them. While I was sucking on her clit, she was licking and sucking on my dick with enthusiasm that more than compensated for her lack of experience. In fact, her lack of experience made it even hotter.

As I licked on her pussy, my eyes were staring at her asshole. It was pink, not brown, and the skin around it wasn't brown either. She obviously shaved her asshole as well as her pussy because I didn't see a single strand of hair between her cheeks. Her pussy was so wet that her juices were flowing out of her cunt and onto her crotch, flowing on all direction, including her asshole.

I brought my right index finger up to her perineum and coated it in her juices. I then placed my finger on her asshole and I immediately felt her trying to thrust to get my finger inside her. This time, I didn't tease or go slow. I firmly pushed until my finger was inserted up to the first knuckle. I then began sliding my finger in and out of her delicious ass while I sucked on her clit and tongue fucked her pussy.

"I'm gonna cum soon!" I said.

"Oh, oh . . . cum in my mouth but don't stop what you're doin'!"

I did as instructed and continued to worship her pussy with my mouth while I pressed my index finger in and out of her ass. I began to make my finger wobble as it penetrated her, so that it was pressing against one side of her asshole and then the other. 

"Oh, yeah, oh yeah, oh!" she moaned. I felt her sphincter tighten around my finger and then loosen, repeating this several times, and I knew that she had orgasmed with her ass as well as her pussy. As soon as I felt her anus tighten on my finger the first time, I stopped trying to hold back and I began cumming in Lizzie's mouth. She didn't miss a beat. She continued to lick and suck until she had consumed every drop of my man juice.

I rolled to my side and dropped down to the mattress. "Oh, fuck, I want you forever!" I exclaimed.

"Maybe that'll happen, but, right now, I need to get back in the shower . . . and you'd better let me get in there alone or we'll never get cleaned up before Mom get's here!"

"Okay. You're right, of course. I'll go get some breakfast started, sweety!" I got out of bed and started putting on a bathrobe and slippers.

Lizzie got up and started towards the bathroom but then turned and walked over to me. She kissed me very gently and sweetly on the lips and said, "Whatever happens, I love you and I always will!"



My Sister and My Niece - Reunited



"Hi, Ron," said the voice on the telephone. It was Lizzie. After eight years, I still recognized her voice. She sounded older, of course, and more mature, as I would have expected . . . but it was unmistakably Lizzie.

"Holy cow, Lizzie, I wasn't sure if I'd ever from you or your Mom again! Damn it's good to finally hear your voice again." It was more than good; I was absolutely elated to hear from my niece.

"Well, for a long time, Mom told me that you didn't want to be bothered with us, but, when I got older, I started thinkin' 'bout it and I figured that just didn't sound right. So, please tell me I'm right," she pleaded.

"Honey, you ain't no bother and I've really missed you. I don't know why Sarah said that, but she had it wrong. The last I heard was that your parents was getting' a divorce and I thought maybe Sarah needed some time to lick her wounds, but then . . . well, I just never heard from her. I thought maybe she was mad at me about somethin' that happened the last time I saw her."

"Oh. . . . Uncle Ron, I wanna see you and I wanna see you soon. I've missed you and I need to talk to you about some stuff I can't talk to Mom about."

"Okay. I heard that you guys was livin' over in Ocala. That's only about an hour from here. Where do you wanna get together; where at?" I asked anxiously.

"How 'bout if I come to your house one weekend? Hey, are you married now? I don't wanna cause no problems."

"No, I'm not married and that would be fine, but, does your Mom want you to come see me?" Even though I hadn't spoken to Sarah in eight years, I did not want to get at cross purposes with her.

"Well, first off, I'm eighteen years old now, so I don't really need her permission to come see you, but . . . my life will probably be easier if she doesn't know about it. I have a friend that's got family up there and they go to visit pretty often; I'll just tell Mom I'm going with Rachel the next time she heads up there."

"Honey, I don't wanna do somethin' that's sneakin''round behind your Mom's back but, if you show up over here, I'll certainly give you a place to stay for the weekend. Just let me know when you're comin'," I said.

"Okay, Ron. I love you. See you later."

The phone conversation ended quickly but the buzz in my head continued for hours. I always thought that Sarah was too embarrassed about having sex with Dan and me in the pool that one time and I guess she could never face me. I kinda understood that, but . . . eight years was a damned long time! She should've gotten over it by now.

I also wondered about Sarah's divorce. Certainly they couldn't have gotten divorced over something that happened by consent between the three of us. At the time, I just thought that Dan was looking for something to spice things up or maybe he was just a bit drunk. They must have had bigger problems in their marriage. It wasn't like Sarah was cheating on Dan when he started fucking her in front of me in the pool and then asked her to let me fuck her ass. I know it sounds pretty stupid and I shouldn't have done it but . . . I was a bit drunk that night, too, and . . . I'd always had the hots for my sister, and . . . there she was naked in front of me, and . . . watching Dan fuck her had me mighty damn horny, and . . . I hadn't had a girlfriend for awhile back then, and . . . it was stupid, but I fucked my sister. I couldn't undo it.

I wondered if Lizzie knew anything about why her parents had gotten divorced and I also wondered if she knew anything about what happened that night in the pool. I thought I'd probably find out when she came to visit, whenever that might be.

I had hundreds of questions and no answers but, maybe, Lizzie would be able to fill me in a bit on what was going on with her Mom. I just had to wait for her to call and tell me when she was coming to visit.

* * *

I didn't have to wait long.

"Great news," Lizzie blurted into the phone. "Rachel's visitin' her gramma this weekend and I can get a ride with them."

"Lizzie, I'm really lookin' forward to seein' ya, but, just for the record, I am not encouragin' you to be dishonest with your Mom."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know the drill. I'll be up there about 6 o'clock Friday afternoon."

"Okay. I'll take you out to dinner Friday night. If you bring something nice to wear, I'll take you out to a really nice restaurant over here called the Fiddler's Glen. They've got great seafood."

"It's a date, Ron."

* * *

It took at least three eternities for Friday to arrive but, at last, it was Friday afternoon. I took the afternoon off from work, got the house cleaned up so Lizzie wouldn't know what a slob I actually am, took a nice hot shower and got myself cleaned up.

The phone rang at about 5:45 and I almost jumped out of my skin.

"Hi, Ron. I'm here," Lizzie said in a cheery voice.

"I'll come get ya and we'll get started on the weekend," I replied. She gave me the address she was at and it was only about ten minutes away.

When I reached the address, Lizzie was waiting by the curb with her suitcase in hand. I had seen a few pictures of her when I visited my mom's house but the pictures didn't do her justice. She was so pretty and she looked so innocent. She had curly, shoulder-length light brown hair and dark brown eyes. She certainly wasn't a waif and wasn't necessarily a flatbody, but she had a very trim, petite frame. Her chest was not amply endowed; I would guess that she had 34B tits, which were small but fit her perfectly. If I was her age, I would have instantly had the hots for her.

"Hey, kiddo," I said as she opened the back door and tossed her suitcase on the back seat. When she got in the car, she leaned over and placed her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.

"I've missed you so much, Uncle Ron," she said. "You just can't know how much . . .."

"I've missed you too, Lizzie. Here you are, all grown up into a beautiful woman and I missed part of that. But I hope we can catch up on things now. By the way, does your Mom know you're here?" I asked.

"Well, kind of. I told 'er I might call you while I was over here. She didn't say don't do it, and . . . I did call you while I was over here. And then you said come spend the weekend with me, so that's what happened. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!" she laughed.

We got caught up on all the details of her life while we rode back to my house. She had just graduated high school and wasn't sure that she was ready for the drudge and commitment of college. She had dated and had a few boyfriends but didn't have any relationship at the present. She never saw her Dad. She didn't like rap music (what a relief!) and she loved old comedy movies. 

I stayed away from the heavy topics while we were riding back to my house. When we got there, she grabbed her suitcase and we went inside. 

"I'll bet I know where my room is," she said as she immediately headed for the guest bedroom where she had stayed during her last visit so many years ago.

"Right you are, kiddo! Pretty good memory," I said, standing just inside the bedroom doorway.

"Yeah, I know," she said with a pretend smugness that developed into a little chuckle.

"If you're takin' me out to a fancy restaurant, I need to take a shower," she said. She put her suitcase on the bed, opened it, and brought out her toiletries. "You haven't moved the bathroom since the last time I was here, right?"

"No, I haven't moved it, Miss Smart Ass!" I retorted.

"Well, I'd rather be a smart ass than a dumb ass!" She was quick witted.

"Who's the dumb ass?" I asked.

"Neither one of us, I'd say!" She laughed and it was so cute, it made me feel real good inside.

She grabbed the bag with her shampoo, razor, etc. and took it into the bathroom. Returning to the bedroom, she sorted through a few items in her suitcase and pulled out a clean pair of panties and bra. Seeing her panties in her hand had an instant effect on me - just slightly south of the equator.

She dropped the underwear to her bed and looked up at me. "Well, I guess I'd better get movin'," she said. Without further warning, she pulled her tee-shirt off and then unzipped her shorts. In two seconds, they were down around her ankles and she was standing before me in just her bra and panties. Her bra was a red lacy, frilly thing which pushed her boobs up and left a fair amount of her petite, nubile cleavage exposed. Her string bikini panties matched the bra; they were made of a satin-like material – probably nylon, I'd guess – and must have been a little damp because they were adhering to her pubic mound, displaying a slight cameltoe.

Obviously I was standing there staring in amazement and slight shock. She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. "We're not overly modest at home and, besides, you're family, and . . . you've seen me in my underwear before," she explained.

"I haven't had a lady strip down to her underwear here in awhile so I might be like a ticking time bomb!" I laughed. "I want ya to be comfortable but just remember: I'm a dirty old man and that means I'm a man, and . . .."

"You're quite a man, Uncle Ron, and I've never forgotten it." She headed towards the bathroom and brushed against me as she passed me in the doorway. She stopped in the bathroom doorway, turned to me, and said "I'll make it quick."

Thirty minutes later, I was in the kitchen putting away the clean dishes in the dishwasher. "I'm ready," said the female voice behind me.

I turned and saw a stunning vision of loveliness. Lizzie was wearing a little black dress and heels which weren't over the top but which certainly made her look more mature. The dress was not extremely short but it ended maybe four inches above her knees, revealing just enough leg to make any man want to see more. She had applied some minimal make-up but she really didn't need much to look like a youthful goddess. I thought that all the guys at the Fiddler's Glen would be super jealous of me, and then I realized that some of those guys might remember Sarah from when she had lived here.

"Lizzie, we might run into some people that I know and it's possible that they might know your Mom, too. If you don't want her to find out about this before you get back home, we might ought not to introduce you as my niece."

"Oh, yeah, good point. I guess I'll just have to be your date for the evening," she replied, apparently thinking quick on her feet.

In the car, riding to Fiddler's Glen, we made up a cover story about how she was the 21 year-old daughter of the owner of my company and he had sent her to Gainesville ostensibly to check out our office but she really knew that her dad was just trying to get her out of town for the weekend because he had a hot date.

As we walked in to the restaurant, Lizzie reached over and grabbed my hand. "Hey, you've gotta act like my date if that's the story."

"Of course, dear," I replied dryly. Lizzie was obviously having fun with this ruse.

When the hostess asked how many would be in our party, Lizzie jumped in ahead of me and said, "We'd like a romantic table for two, please." I just let her have fun with it.

Fortunately, our waiter was a guy I'd known for years and he didn't bother to ask for ID when Lizzie ordered a white wine.

After we ordered our meal, I finally asked Lizzie the big question.

"Lizzie, do you know why your Mom hasn't talked to me or come to visit in eight years?"

"Not exactly, but I have some thoughts . . .." She paused.

"And, what are those?" I asked anxiously.

"Well, I heard Mom and Dad arguing one night and Mom was talking about Dad having a girlfriend. Dad said it was Mom's fault because she had a secret boyfriend. I asked Mom about that after the divorce and she said that she never had any secret boyfriend and, I kinda believe her 'cause she hasn't dated at all since the divorce."

"Wow, that must be kinda difficult for Sarah . . . and for you."

"Yeah, and then, when they got divorced, the judge said Dad couldn't visit me except at Mom's house."

"Why was that" I asked. I knew that having an affair didn't automatically disqualify you from having visitation with your kids.

"I asked Mom about that a few times and she never really told me anything until a few months ago. She said that, one night before the divorce, she found Dad in my room while I was sleeping and he didn't have any clothes on. She said that they made a deal that he would give up his visitation rights if she never told anyone about that. So, they just told the judge that Dad was an alcoholic and that's why the judge said he could only see me at Mom's house, but the real reason is that Mom thought he was a perv. But she had to wait to tell me until I was almost eighteen 'cause she was afraid he'd take her back to court to try to get it changed."

"Wow, that's quite a story!" I said.

"Well, it's all true," she protested.

"No, no, no, honey. I believe you. It's just . . . I never thought Dan would . . . you know . . .. Honey, did Dan ever try anything funny with you?" I was obviously embarrassed about asking just had to ask anyway.

"You mean like a comedy routine?" she teased me. Pausing a moment, she became more serious. "No, not really. Sometimes, he wanted me to sit on his lap and, a couple of times, he walked into my bedroom . . . ya know, when the door was closed . . . without knockin', and one of those times I was naked, but he immediately turned around and walked out and . . . it just didn't seem like that big a deal, 'cause, like I said . . . we always walked around the house in our underwear, and sometimes, I'd lay by the pool topless or go skinny dippin' at night and, I saw Mom and Dad skinny dippin', too, so . . . naked wasn't never really that big a deal."

"Well, that's good that your Mom raised you to be uninhibited about your body, ya know, not ashamed of your body, especially 'cause you've got nothin' to be ashamed of," I said. I hadn't really intended to make that last statement, but I had already said it. "You're a very pretty young lady!"

"Thanks, Ron. That's very sweet of you to say that."

"You're welcome, Miss Lizzie. And I only said it 'cause it's true."

I realized that she really hadn't answered my question: why had Sarah not visited or called me for the past eight years? If Lizzie wasn't ready to tell me more about that, I wouldn't push the question any further right now. "Now . . . you said you had somethin' that you wanted to discuss with me. Do you wanna talk about it now?" I asked. 

"No, not really, uh, not now, uh, maybe we could have another glass of wine first, okay?" Her nervousness was tangible and I certainly didn't want to add to her discomfort.

"Sure. One more white wine comin' right up." I summoned the waiter and ordered another wine for my niece.

We talked for another thirty minutes or more about insignificant things, like the malls nearby, movies we'd seen recently, etc. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was already 9 o'clock.

"Well, what would you like to do now?" I asked. I was thinking that maybe she would want to go to a movie, go to a club, or something else like kids her age do on Friday nights.

"Oh, I'm kinda tired from the ride over here and, I'd really like to go home and maybe get in the pool for a little while," she answered.

"Your wish is my command," I chimed my reply.

When we returned home, she asked if I had any wine.

"Sure, honey, but haven't you had enough? You're only eighteen," I said. I knew that last comment was a mistake as soon as it came out of my mouth.

"Ron, I'm eighteen but I'm not a little kid. I usually have one or two glasses of wine with dinner so three or four shouldn't be that big a deal," she pleaded her case. "Do I look like a little kid?" she asked.

"Well . . . I think I can't win whatever I say, so how 'bout if I just go pour you another glass of wine."

"Thanks, Ron. You're the best."

I poured two more glasses of wine and we sat on the sofa in the living room. I hadn't turned on any lights in the living room and the only light was filtering in from the kitchen. It was dim but not dark.

I sat down at one end of the sofa, giving her the choice to sit next to me or on the opposite end. She chose to sit at the end, but twisted around so that her back was against the arm of the sofa and her feet were up on the sofa instead of the floor. She was facing towards me with her feet pulled up towards her so that her legs were bent, knees up, and her legs were together so that all I saw was her legs.

I'll confess that, at this point, I wanted to see more. Yes, I knew that she was my niece and she trusted me, but . . . I am also a man. She was a sexy looking girl, we both had a little bit of alcohol flowing through our veins, and I wanted to see more of her body. I knew that it was "wrong" but I didn't care. I also knew that, in the dim light, I was unlikely to see much.

We made small talk for a few minutes and she steadily sipped on her wine until it was gone.

"Can I have one more?" she asked. "I promise it'll be the last one and, it's not like I'm goin' anywhere or doin' anything."

"Sure, sure, sure. You know how to play up to your dear old uncle, don't you?"

"Why, I have no idea what you're talkin' about, sir, and . . . you aren't old . . . and, oh Ron, you're more like a good friend than my uncle."

I flattered myself by thinking that perhaps she was trying to flirt with me and then I also realized that maybe she just wanted another glass of wine. Whatever. I got up and got two more glasses of wine.

"Honey, whatever it is that you wanna talk about, I'm not tryin' to push you but, whenever you're ready to talk, I'm ready to listen." I wanted her to know that I was available but not trying to pressure her.

"I wish my Dad would have been more like you, Ron," she responded. My heart felt full of love for this girl but I had to admit that the love I felt was also mixed with a certain amount of lust.

I was afraid to move closer. I was afraid of what I might do if I could reach out and place my hands on her body. Despite her flirtatiousness, I was also afraid of how she would react, or not react . . . and I certainly didn't want to remind her of her father. 'Don't be a perv' I told myself. 'Consider yourself lucky if you just get to see her prancing around in her panties and bra.'

As I was lost in these thoughts, she had shifted her left leg so that it was laying over against the seat of the sofa while her right leg was still against the back of the sofa. This placed her legs apart at about ninety degrees and gave me a direct line of vision up her dress. She was wearing frilly black panties and I really couldn't see much but, still, it had my pulse racing a little.

"Hey, let's go get in the pool," she said suddenly, bringing me out of my lust-filled reverie.

"Sure, I'll go get my suit on," I replied.

Five minutes later, I was by the pool. It was dark now and I had turned on the light in the side of the pool. I got in the water and swam a lap while I was waiting for Lizzie.

"Ahem!" she uttered, breaking the quiet of the moment and obviously demanding my attention.

As soon as I looked up, my attention was riveted on her. She was wearing a white thong bikini that looked so sexy on her that I just wanted to rip it off of her and fuck her till she begged me to stop. The top perfectly accented her small boobs. They stood out from her chest like ripe fruit; there was no sagging and no flabbiness to these tits. The bikini top was tight enough that her small nipples were obvious and I immediately wanted to have my lips around one of them. Resisting my urges would be difficult. 'Don't be a perv' I told myself again.

Her thong was a plain white triangle that barely covered her pubic mound. A tiny white string ran from the bottom of the triangle and through the crack of her behind, emerging into view as it joined with the other two strings which were attached to the top of the triangle.




My Sister and My Niece - Reunited



Again, my mouth must have been hanging open with no words coming forth, because she said to me, "Well, what do you think?"

"Well, uh, it's got my heart racing and, uh . . . you're in serious danger of being attacked if you wear that in front of anyone else!"

"Oh, uh . . . I'm wearin' it in front of you. Are you gonna attack me?" At this point, I no longer had to guess if she was wanting to flirt. I was willing to reply with just as good as what she was giving me.

"I can't make any promises. You'll have to get in the pool to find out," I dared her.

With the challenge presented to her, she began walking towards the pool steps. She was doing her best to imitate the slow-motion entrances that are so common in the teen movies and she was doing a very good job of holding my attention. As she got closer, her nipples were even more obvious and I even more wanted to see them. I wanted to taste them, I wanted to suck them between my lips, and I wanted to hear her young voice moaning as her inexperienced body became consumed with sexual bliss.

I was standing in the shallow end of the pool and she walked directly to me, placed her arms around my chest, and hugged me for what seemed like forever. "I'm so glad I'm finally here," she said. "You always made me feel safe."

"Well, honey, I'm glad you feel that way but . . . I'm not sure you should be feelin' that way with me now. I've gotta confess that I'm feelin' a bit more than an uncle oughta be feelin' right now. Between the wine and that bikini, you've really got me . . ."

"Hard," she interjected. "Your dick is hard. I can feel it against my tummy and you're hard. I'm flattered, and you shouldn't be embarrassed. Ron, you remember that I told you that I go skinny dippin' at home sometimes? Well, I'm really more comfortable when I'm not wearing anything in the pool and you must be uncomfortable with that boner in your swimsuit. Wouldn't you feel more comfortable if we weren't wearing anything?" she asked coyly. "It's not like the neighbors can see through the fence, so . . . let's get naked!"

"Honey, if you take off your bikini now, I'm sure not gonna treat you like you're my niece. You've been teasin' me all night and I've controlled myself but . . . I think I know what you're wantin' but you gotta make the first move. I'm not sayin' no; I'm just sayin' that you gotta make the first move."

"You mean like pullin' your pants down?" she asked with a grin on her face.

I nodded my head affirmatively. Within two seconds, I felt her fingers under the elastic of my swimsuit, pulling it down my legs until it was around my ankles. My boner was free to stand up and salute and that's what it was doing. I stepped out of my swimsuit and used my foot to retrieve it from the bottom of the pool. I threw it to the pool deck.

"Well, since I undressed you, you get to undress me," Lizzie teased me. "Do you wanna take off my top or my bottom?"

"Do I have to choose between one or the other?" I asked. I wanted to see all of her.

"No, silly. Which do you wanna take off first?"

"Oh!" I exclaimed with relief. "Come with me," I said, raising my hand and beckoning her with my finger.

I walked to the edge of the pool and turned so that I could lean back against the side wall. I placed my feet apart and that had the effect of lowering my torso a little further into the water. "Turn around," I directed her.

She turned so that her back was towards me. I reached up and untied the strings of her bikini top but left it in place. "Now, lean back against my chest," I said.

She did as she was told. My hard, naked dick was resting against the crack of her ass and I don't think anything in my lifetime has ever gotten me more aroused. I placed my arms around her and put my hands on her sides. I slowly moved my hands up until I felt the swell of her boobs standing out from her chest. Her boobs were small but very well defined and they definitely stood out proudly.

My fingers found her nipples. They were small and as hard as pebbles. I began to stroke her nipples in small circles while my hands grasped her boobs and gently massaged them.

"You're not a virgin, are you?" I asked.

"No," she quietly replied.

"How many boys have you had sex with?" I asked.

"Hmmm," she moaned quietly. "If we're playin' Truth Or Dare, it's my turn."

"No, we're not playin' Truth Or Dare. I don't know you very well and I sure don't know anything about you sexually. I wanna make love to you in a way that makes you feel as good as it'll make me feel, so . . . I gotta know somethin' 'bout your experiences. So . . . how many boys have you had sex with?"

"It depends on what you mean by 'sex'," she answered me.

"Okay. Have you given a guy a hand job?"

"Just two or three."

"Two or three guys or two or three hand jobs?"

"Two or three guys, maybe ten or twelve times altogether."

"Have you given guys a blow job?"

"Just two or three times, one guy."

"Did you let him finish in your mouth?"

"Of course."

"How many guys have had their hands in your panties?" I was intentionally making my voice quite, slow, and the male counterpart of sultry.

"The same two or three that I gave hand jobs to. Ron . . . oh, yeah, that feels soooo good!"

"Did you come when they did that?"

"I don't think so. No."

"How many guys have had their dick in your pussy?"

"Just one."

"Well, he was a lucky guy," I said. I reached up, pulled the loose bikini top from her body, and tossed it beside my swim trunks on the deck. "Did you cum when he fucked your pussy?"

"No. I wished I had but I don't think he knew what he was doin'."

"Did you ever let anyone put their dick in your behind?" I asked. I was afraid to say 'ass' because that might make it sound as if I disapproved.

"The same guy tried once but he couldn't get it in."

"That must've been frustrating," I said empathetically. "When you're first startin' to learn about sex, it helps to be with someone who has enough experience to know what they're doin'. I know what I'm doin', Lizzie. Do you like the way my hard dick is stickin' up against your ass right now?"

"Oh, yeah! It makes me think that anal sex might not be a bad thing."

"Have you ever done anything with sex with a girl?"

"When I was fourteen, my best friend was spendin' the night and, when we went to bed, she told me about playin' with yourself and I said I'd never done it. She said she'd tell me how, so she did. But we never did anything."

"Oh. How often do you masturbate?"

"Now? Almost every day. Sometimes twice a day. Sometimes I get really horny . . . like right now!"

"Do you have a toy that you use?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have it with you now?" I asked.

"In my suitcase."

"Do you want me to pull down your bottom now?"

"Oh, yeah," she moaned in reply.

"Stand up for a minute," I directed her.

She stood and I put my fingers inside the waist string of her bikini bottom. I pulled it down slowly until the tiny bit of fabric was around her knees and then let it drift towards the pool bottom.

"Do you want my fingers inside you?" I teased her.

"Can you make me cum with your fingers?" she asked.

I placed my hand over her mound and instantly knew that, as I would have expected, she shaved her pussy. It was as smooth as baby's skin. I pushed my finger into her slit and then drew it upward until I found the small protrusion that I knew was her clit.

As I began to rub her clit with my right hand, I placed my left hand against her chest and pulled her backwards so that she was again leaning with her back against my chest while my back was against the side of the pool.

"Do you like to have your pussy licked" I asked.

"Oh, yeah!"

"Who licked your pussy?"

"The boy who I let fuck me. It felt real good but he stopped before I came. He really didn't know what he was doin'."

"Have you ever had anyone else use your vibrator on you?"

"No."

"Have you ever played with yourself and made yourself cum while somebody else watched?"

"No . . . sounds naughty! Is that . . . what you want?" She sounded like she was hoping to hear me say 'yes.' She also sounded as if she was close to an orgasm.

So, I said, "Of course I wanna watch you do yourself."

"I'm so close," she said with desperation. "Put your fingers inside me."

I reached down so that I could put my middle finger inside her to probe for her G-spot. I found it quickly and her moaning escalated. I could feel her body tensing and her butt cheeks were clenching against my hard dick.

"Don't stop!" she pleaded.

"Lizzie, you ass feels so good against my dick, I just wanna cum in you every which way. I wanna cum in your hand and your mouth and your pussy and your ass. And I wanna watch you make yourself cum. I want you to cum all night long."

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" she began uttering in desperation as waves of contractions coursed through her body.

I straightened up and put my hands on her boobs as she came down from her first orgasm of the night. I knew it wouldn't be her only orgasm.

"Damn, I really needed that," she said right before she turned around and kissed me on the lips. It was just lips, no tongue, but it was not the way that a nice niece properly kisses her gentlemanly uncle. "Now, I have some bad news and some good news. The bad news is that I am not on birth control and I don't have any condoms with me, so . . . unless you have some rubbers, I can't let you cum in my pussy. Not tonight anyway. But, the good news is . . . you can cum in my hand . . . or you can cum in my mouth . . . or we can try that 'behind' thing you were talkin' about earlier, 'cause I'll bet you know what you're doin'!"

"Let's go inside and we can try all of that," I replied. "I don't have any rubbers here but I'll sure get some tomorrow morning. In the meanwhile . . ."

We got out of the pool and dried ourselves with the towels I had brought out earlier. We stopped at the kitchen and got another glass of wine; I thought that more wine would probably help her to relax if she was really wanting to try anal sex.

I paused to take a sip of wine and then I pulled Lizzie to me. The feeling of her nipples against my chest was exhilarating and I knew that I wanted to have my lips on them soon. I used my hand to turn her face towards me and then I lowered my lips to hers. As our mouths met, I parted my lips and immediately found her tongue beginning to explore. I let my right hand drop to her lower back and I placed my right leg between her legs, so that I could pull her towards me and her mound would be humping my leg.

Breaking away from our kiss, Lizzie blurted out "Ron, I've wanted you for such a long time. I need you!"

"Then let's get in bed," I suggested.

"Whose bed?" she asked.

"Our bed," I responded, "in my room."

We went to my room and she immediately climbed into my bed. "Come get me," she said in a coy and seductive voice which sounded both younger and older than her age.

"I'm gonna get you, alright. I'm gonna lick your pussy til you cum on my face. And you can lick on me while I lick on you!"

"Okay, but I wanna be on top," she said.

"That's a deal," I agreed.

I turned on the light by the bed and then got in and got flat on my back. "Climb on," I suggested, and she immediately responded. She placed her knees by my sides and then bent over so that she could apply her lips to my manliness. This placed her pussy right in my face.

Her muskiness was strong and her body was hot. Her shaved pussy was just inches from my mouth and I put my tongue right where I knew her clit was. Apparently I was right on target because she immediately moaned with delight. I began licking in circles around her clit and it got harder, standing out so that I could suck it between my lips. 

After she began moaning, I alternated between licking circles around her clit and licking up and down her slit. While doing this, I looked up to see her cute little ass exposed to me. Like her pussy, it was shaved. I started tracing my right index finger down her ass crack, reaching lower on each pass until my fingertip was touching her rosebud.

I continued sucking on her clit while I began exploring her puckered hole with my finger. Initially, I was just running it lightly along her pucker but then I reached in to the middle and put a little pressure on my fingertip. She began to hump back while she was sucking on my dick. I guess she liked the feeling and wanted my finger to go a little deeper so I was happy to oblige.

"Oh, Ron, I want to cum inside me so bad!" she uttered. I want you to fuck me, Ron. Fuck me now!"

"I can't fuck your pussy but I can sure fuck your ass!" I said. I pulled my mouth away from her sweet teenage snatch and leaned over to retrieve some lubricant from the bedside stand.

"Get up on your hands and knees, then put your shoulders down on the bed," I told her. "Then, reach back and start playin' with yourself while I get ready for you."

She got into position and then reached her right hand back between her legs. I stared as she placed her middle finger along the length of her pussy slit and then bent her finger so that it disappeared inside her. She started pushing her finger in and out of her pussy and, if she had any inhibitions about doing this, it wasn't obvious.

"Are you lookin' at my asshole, Ron?" she asked.

"I'm lookin' at it and I'm wantin' it," I replied.

"I've never had anybody else look at me back there. The only time I tried this before was in the dark. It feels very naughty lettin' you look at me back there and it feels even naughtier thinkin' 'bout you stickin' your dick in me back there and I'm getting hotter and wetter just thinkin' 'bout it. Its' kinda weird; the naughtier and nastier it seems, the hotter it gets me."

"That's 'cause you're a very horny girl, Miss Lizzie. Now, don't stop playin' with yourself and I'm gonna do somethin' you've never had before . . . and you'll probably love it!" I added. As soon as I had said the words, I leaned forward and placed the tip of my finger against her little pucker. She started rocking back against my finger as if she wanted it inside of her. "Not just yet," I said as I removed my finger.

"That felt goo. . ." she stopped mid-word as my tongue found her most private orifice. "Mmmm," was all she could say.

I licked circles around her hole before I placed the tip of my tongue against the very center of her back entrance. I pushed with my tongue and felt it just start to push against her sphincter so that it could penetrate her ass.

"Oh Ron, oh Ron, fuck my ass now, please just stick your dick in my ass now!" she pleaded.

I was only too happy to oblige and I already had my dick covered in lubricant. I got in position and guided the tip of my dick to the center of her pink pucker. "Just keep playin' with yourself and try not to think about what I'm doin'" I said. "If you tense up, it'll be hard to get it in you."

I began to push my dick into her ass and I could feel her finger thrusting in and out of her pussy even faster now. With the light in the room, I could see that the crown of my dick head was just about to get inside her.

"As soon as I get in, I'll stop for a minute and let you get used to havin' it in you before I try to go any further," I reassured her.

"Okay. Good," she said in a winded voice.

"Okay. There it is. Now . . ." I said as I reached around and placed my hands on the boobs that were hanging from her body. "My, my, my, Miss Lizzie. Your nipples are sure hard. That usually means either a girl is cold or she's real hot and bothered," I said teasingly. With that, I felt her moving her torso backwards, trying to impale herself on more of my dick. She stopped briefly but then continued until I felt my balls against her hand.

"Okay, now fuck my ass good and don't stop until you cum in me," she insisted, "'cause cold isn't my problem but horny is!"

"Yes, ma'am," I answered. I began to remove my dick from her behind but then stopped and started pushing back in slowly.

"Ron, this is the absolute dirtiest thing I have ever done in my life and . . . it feel so . . . damn hot!" she said.

"Rub your clit while I fuck your ass," I instructed her. "I wanna hear you cum real hard!"

I increased the tempo and was soon pounding in and out of her ass. She felt incredibly tight and I knew that she couldn't have had much experience with anal sex because her ass felt absolutely unused. It was a virgin ass and I had my dick in it.

"Cum in me, Ron. I'm gonna cum and I want you to cum in me," she said. She was moaning "oh . . . oh . . . oh . . ." and she was getting louder and more desperate for an orgasm. Suddenly, I felt her sphincter tighten down on my dick and that was all it took for me. I began to shoot my cum into her ass and I didn't want to stop.

"Oh yeah! That's . . . it . . . I'm cummin'" she exclaimed. I felt her hand stop rubbing on her clit and her breathing was ragged. I felt her ass clamping down on my dick in a slow rhythm and I reached around to play with her right nipple. It was as if she had another, smaller orgasm as the tension in her body flowed in a paroxysmal wave of pleasure.

"Damn that was hot," she said as she lowered her body to the bed.

I got down flat on my back and she rolled over and pressed her naked body against mine. I placed my right hand in the small of her back and held her firmly against me.

"Ron, I need to ask you something," she said with a hint of apology in her voice. "What we just did . . . is that what you and Mom did in the pool the last time we were here?"



My Sister and My Niece - Revelation



"Lizzie, what do you know about that?" I was stunned at her question; stunned that she knew anything about it, stunned by her timing, just stunned.

"Well, I hope you're not mad at me, but here's the deal. When we were here back when I was a kid, you remember, and that last night, you put me in bed . . . well, after you left, I got out of bed and looked out the window and I could see y'all at the pool. And I saw you guys take your clothes off and then I saw Mom holding onto Dad with her legs wrapped around him, and then I saw you come up behind Mom and I didn't know what you were doin' at the time but I remember you had your body pressed up against her back. I had no idea what y'all were doin' but it just seemed strange and I went back to bed."

"Okay. Obviously there's more to the story."

"Yeah, I'm getting' to it. Well, anyway, you remember when I said that Dad accused Mom of havin' a boyfriend? Well, about a year ago, I was startin' to figure out stuff about sex and I found out about anal sex and double penetration and I finally realized that's what you and Mom and Dad were doin' in the pool; at least, that's what I thought you were doin'. So . . . I figured out that when Dad said that Mom had a boyfriend, he was referring to you, because you were the only guy that he coulda been talkin' about. So . . . I needed to know why Mom and Dad broke up so I went to Mom and asked her about it. At first, I didn't say anything about y'all bein' naked in the pool, but I asked Mom what Dad meant about her havin' a boyfriend, and she said she didn't know what he was talkin' 'bout, so I asked her if it had somethin' to do with you and that night in the pool."

"I'll bet she was pretty shocked to hear you ask about that!"

"Yeah, at first she didn't want to admit anything and then I told her what I had seen and that I had figured out what happened when I got older. She got real red and embarrassed but I told her that I didn't think anything bad about her, or about you, but it was pretty stupid of Dad to be mad about somethin' when it looked like he was a willin' participant in it. That's when she started talkin'. Actually, that's when she started cryin'."

"What was she cryin' 'bout, honey?"

"Well, first she said she was embarrassed about doin' that but she only did it to try to make Dad happy. She thought it was what he wanted. Then she was upset because of the divorce but, now, she thinks Dad is a stupid jerk and she's glad he's not around. But she was also embarrassed about doin' it with you, 'cause of you bein' her brother, and she was too embarrassed to come around and see you again so she started avoidin' you and that turned into not seein' you for 8 years. She was afraid you'd be mad at her and she was afraid that you'd think she was some kind of slut for lettin' you do that to her."

"Wow, that's a lot to deal with. So . . . why'd you come up here and get me to have sex with you? Why didn't you just sit down an' talk with me? I mean . . . I'm not complainin' 'bout havin' sex with you 'cause it was real hot, and I've been real horny lately, but . . . why'd you do this, Lizzie? I'm not mad, honey; I just need to understand."

"Ron, it's not real simple. First, I've wanted to have sex with you since the first time I played with myself and had an orgasm. I've always had the hots for you and I thought you'd be a good teacher for me. I also wanted to understand what it was that you and Mom did in the pool that night; I wanted to know how it felt and if it was, you know, like degradin' or somethin', to try to understand how Mom feels. Okay, and here's the weird part. I think Mom's in love with you. I don't know why I think that but I do; I feel it real strong. And that's the real reason I came over here. I really didn't plan to come up here and jump your bones, but I guess I've been a little horny lately, too."

"Listen, Ron, I know that it's weird for Mom to be in love with you, but she hasn't dated at all since the divorce and that's plenty weird. I don't think that just because you had sex with her once that you've gotta marry 'er. I mean, we just had sex and I don't think we need to get married . . . not even if we do it again. Hint, hint! You know, with Mom, I don't think like, you need to be in love with her, like, we're all gonna live together like a family or anything like that. But . . . I don't think that she's ever gonna go on with her life until you and her get your relationship back together, at least like brother and sister. So . . . what can we do to get you two face to face?"

"Well, everything you just said makes perfect sense to me and, if you're right, you're way smarter than I was when I was 18. Honey, here's the deal. That night in the pool, we'd all been drinkin', and it started out that we were just gonna go skinny dippin'. We never sat and talked about it and decided to have sex. But, then, your Dad started havin' sex with your Mom right in front of me and I got hornier than a prize bull on stud day at the farm. And then he motioned for me to join them and he said 'your sister wants to have you in her ass.' Listen, I'm sorry to be talkin' about your Mom like this to you but you brought up the subject and there's no other way to say it. So I had anal sex with her. It's the only time I've even seen her naked since we were way little kids. Havin' sex with somebody you're not supposed to have sex with is pretty hot . . . I guess you figured that out . . . but I did it 'cause I was horny, not 'cause I was in love with your Mom. I mean, I love 'er, you know, like a brother loves a sister, not like a lover. Havin' sex with her felt good, but I'm sorry I did it if it's messed up her life."

"Well, she's not mad at you and I think she's glad to be rid of Dad. You just need to talk to her and let her know that it's okay and you don't think she's a slut."

"It ain't gonna be easy but I guess you're right. In the meanwhile, what do you wanna do with the rest of this weekend? Do you wanna go back over to your friend's grandma's house?"

"No way! I wanna stay here with you. I wanna go to sleep with you and wake up with you and maybe do it again, tonight if you feel like it . . . not anal again, but regular sex, you know, the front door, not the back door."

"Well, what about birth control?" I asked.

"I've been on birth control pills for over a year now. I know, I just said I wasn't so you wouldn't think I was a total perv when I said okay to anal. But I'd rather have you in my pussy than my behind. It felt good, but . . .."

"Wow, you are full of surprises, young lady. And I would be delighted to get ahold of your shakey puddin'! Now roll over on your back so I can get one of them nipples in my mouth."

She immediately followed my directions and I leaned over and placed my lips around her right nipple. She tasted so sweet. I loved licking and sucking her nipple into my mouth while I wrapped my fingers around her little boob and gently massaged it.

"That feels sooooo good," she said. The movement in her body told me that she wanted more. I placed my hand on her abdomen, just above her mound, and then I slid my fingers over her skin and down to her pussy slit. She was wet and I knew I wouldn't have any problem getting into that innocent, nubile pussy.

"Put your fingers inside me," she requested.

"No, you put your fingers inside of you . . . or even better, get that vibrator out and put it inside you," I replied. "Do it and you won't regret it." 

She got up and went to the guest bedroom for a minute. When she returned, she had a pink vibrator.

"Okay, here's my fantasy. You'll make me a very happy man if you do this. Get on the bed and get up on your hands and knees, kinda like you were earlier, and then reach back and put that vibrator inside you and don't stop 'til you cum."

Before I finished saying it, she was up on the bed on her hands and knees.

"You mean like this?" she said in that poor-little-innocent-me voice. She placed the tip of the vibrator at her pussy and slowly began to push it in her. The sight of that vibrator disappearing into her cleanly shaved pussy got me hard real quick. She stopped focusing on me and became lost in her sexual bliss as she pushed the vibrator in and out of her innocent little snatch. Her legs were spread apart and I had a totally unobstructed view of her asshole as she masturbated herself.

I got on the bed next to her and leaned over to bring my face down to her behind. Her skin was so smooth and she smelled so fresh and young. I felt as if a force came over me and I had no choice but to lower my tongue into her crack and start licking around her asshole.

"Oh, that feels soooo hot. Mmmm . . . it won't take much of that . . ." She increased the pace of the vibrator thrusting in and out of her fuck hole and her moaning increased. "I'm so close . . ." she cried out.

I reached down and pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and away from her hand.

"No, don't, I'm so close . . ." and then she stopped as she felt my dick entering her sweet, sweet love hole. "Oh . . . oh . . . mmmm, yeah . . . oh . . . fuck me hard!"

I needed no further encouragement and started pounding away at her tight young pussy. "I wanna cum in your pussy so bad . . . I wanna feel your pussy cum when I fill you up . . . I . . ."

I reached around and grabbed her right nipple between my thumb and index finger. That was all it took.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck . . . so hard . . . cum in me! . . . oh . . ." Her orgasm consumed her body. Her muscles pulsated in rhythm. I could feel her ass cheeks tighten and relax; I could feel her pussy quivering. Her breathing was irregular and her moaning was beginning to subside as I started to spurt my cum into her.

"I'm cummin' in your pussy . . . so tight . . . you feel so fuckin' good!" I shot five or six spurts of cum into her and then I felt my orgasm releasing my body.

"Don't pull out of me yet," she requested. "I wanna feel you in me for awhile. It feels so good."

I stayed behind her, inside of her, and my dick stayed somewhat hard. I traced my right index finger very lightly down her spine and continued down into her crack until I couldn't reach further. The second time I did that, she had what appeared to be an aftershock, a mini-paroxysm. I continued tracing my finger down her spine, slower and slower, and I felt my dick losing its hardness.

"Sorry, honey, but it only stays hard for so long."

"That's okay, Ron. We'll probably be seein' Mr. Boner again real soon," she said.

I pulled out of her and we both fell back down to the mattress. I was on my back and I reached my arm out to pull her to me so that her head was on my shoulder and my arm was on her back. Lizzie was asleep within moments. 

It wasn't an advanced form of the human thought process but the last thing that I remember thinking was 'wow!' Hot sex with my niece, overwhelming news about my sister, and then more hot sex with my niece.

It was time for me to go to sleep . . . so I did.



My Sister and My Niece - The Beginning



I had not seen her in about 8 years, but I remembered her as a young girl who was both fun and intelligent. Her mother called her Elizabeth when she was angry at her but everyone else called her Lizzie. She was my sister's daughter and she had the same energy and drive that Sarah had when she was younger.

Eight years ago, I had spent a few days with Lizzie and her family. Sarah was still married to Dan back then and I thought they were a happy family. They came to visit me for a long weekend around a Fourth of July and Miss Lizzie had spent almost all of her time in the pool behind my house. She had made friends with the next-door neighbor's daughter – Erica - and the two of them occupied themselves for hours in the privacy of my pool. The last full day of their visit, Sarah, Dan, and I had stayed inside sipping on daiquiris all afternoon until we all quite tipsy. Fortunately, Lizzie was exhausted from her day's activities and ready for bed as darkness was falling upon us.

I called Lizzie in from the pool and told her it was bedtime. Erica went home and Lizzie trudged into the house, passing by her parents who it seems had themselves suddenly become interested in the pool. I told Sarah I would make sure that Lizzie got in bed and then join them at the pool.

"Go get out of your wet suit and get ready for bed," I told her. "I'll be in to check on you in a minute."

"Okay, Uncle Ron," she replied.

After waiting a few minutes, I went into the guest bedroom to make sure Lizzie had gotten into bed. She was just pulling on a clean pair of panties but she was otherwise unclothed.

"Oh," I exclaimed as I realized the situation.

"It's okay," she said. "We walk around in our underwear at home all the time and this is what I always wear to bed."

"Okay, well . . . under the covers and out with the lights," I responded nonchalantly.

"Uncle Ron," she asked as I turned out the light, " can you give me a good night kiss? That's what Mom or Dad do at home."

"Okay, sweetie," I answered. 

As I leaned over to give her a goodnight kiss, she said "You're the best uncle in the whole wide world. I think I wanna live with you one day."

"Well, you live with your parents but, if you ever need another place to live, I'll always be here for you."

I closed the bedroom door and felt the warmth in my heart. I didn't have any children of my own and this was as close as I had ever felt to a child.

As I walked out of the house and towards the pool, I could hear some teasing between Sarah and Dan.

"Ron, Sarah wants to go skinny dippin' but she's embarrassed to do that in front of you, so she's askin' me how we could conveniently get rid of you for awhile." Dan was never concerned about embarrassing Sarah.

"Ron, that's not exactly what I said. What I said was that Dan and I hadn't been skinny dippin' in a long time and he said 'so you can go skinny dippin' now if you want' and I said no because you're here. I'm not tryin' to get rid of you."

"Sarah, I had no idea that you ever went skinny dippin'," I replied. "But I do understand 'cause, if you guys weren't here, that's probably what I'd be doin' about now."

"So," Dan interjected, "if you guys both wanna go skinny dippin', you oughta just go for it. Won't bother me."

"I'm not that drunk," said Sarah.

"Well, then, I'll go fix you another daiquiri," Dan answered.

After he left, I approached Sarah. "If you wanna go skinny dippin' and maybe have sex with Dan in the pool, I can make myself disappear in a hurry. You told me you guys were havin' some problems and maybe a little spice in the sex department would help things. . . . Couldn't hurt!"

"No, no, I don't want you to leave. And I don't know about havin' sex in the pool. I was just thinkin' about when we were younger and how easy life was and if you wanted to go skinny dippin', you just did it and you didn't worry about any consequences." 

"Poor Sarah," I empathized. "Life's beatin' up on you, isn't it? I'm sorry your marriage is havin' problems. Dan's always seemed to be a decent guy . . ."

"He is," she interrupted. "It just seems like we're headin' in opposite directions and we don't have any of that animal passion like we used to."

"Here's just what you need," Dan announced as he returned. He handed another daiquiri to Sarah and another to me and then proceeded to down the third that he had fixed for himself. We made small talk as we slowly proceeded down the path to inebriation. As soon as we finished those drinks, Dan disappeared again and he soon returned with yet another round of daiquiris. 

"Hey, are you tryin' to get me drunk?" Sarah asked Dan.

"No, I'm just tryin' to get you drunk enough to get over your inhibitions about skinny dippin'. I think it would be hot to see you naked in the pool."

"Well, you don't think I'm gonna do that in front of Ron, do you?" she asked. She began sipping the next daiquiri.

"Hell, he's your brother and he's seen you naked before, hasn't he?"

"Yeah, but not since we were little kids," she protested.

"Well, if you can't trust your own family, who can you trust?" Dan replied as if his logic was irrefutable.

"Hey, I trust my brother as much as I trust you," Sarah offered in her defense.

"So what's the problem? I think you skinny dippin' with your brother here would be even hotter."

"Dan, you know I wanna make you happy, and I do trust Ron, but . . . it's just a little bit embarrassin'."

"So, would it be easier if we all went skinny dippin'?" Dan suggested.

Sarah hesitated and that was all that Dan needed. "I will if Ron will. Let's all get naked and get in the pool."

"Okay, but turn around while I get in the pool," Sarah requested of me.

I turned around and honestly I didn't peak. I heard the zipper on her pants and then the sound of clothing hitting the pool deck and, finally, the sound of Sarah entering the water.

"Okay, your turn!" she said to Dan and me.

We both quickly stripped out of our clothes and joined Sarah in the pool. Dan immediately approached Sarah but I remained at a distance, thinking that Sarah needed some time and space to get accustomed to being naked in my presence. In fact, I started swimming laps so that it would be obvious that I wasn't paying attention to Sarah.

About five minutes later, I stopped swimming laps and held myself on the edge of the pool at the deep end. I looked around and saw Dan and Sarah against the side of the pool. Dan was standing with his back against the pool and Sarah was leaning with her back against Dan's chest. Dan had his hands around Sarah with his fingers busy with both nipples. Sarah's eyes were closed and I guess she thought I was still swimming laps even though all the splashing sounds had stopped.

Swimming had reduced by boner but seeing this sight had me hard again in seconds. I continued watching as Dan lowered his right hand and I knew that his destination would be Sarah's pussy. Within seconds, I heard Sarah starting to moan, quietly at first but certainly increasing in intensity.

"I want you to come for me," Dan said to Sarah, loud enough for me to clearly hear.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked across the pool at me. The look on her face told me that she felt a conflict. She wanted to please Dan and she was also aroused to the point that she needed a release but she was embarrassed about doing this in front of me.

"Go for it!" I silently mouthed to her and I could tell that she instantly knew what I had said. She again closed her eyes as if she had accepted my permission to have an orgasm in my presence. Her moans became louder and I knew that she had turned off her awareness of the present circumstances, instead allowing her consciousness to be consumed with the growing pleasure between her legs.

Dan then placed his hands on her shoulders and directed her to a point a few feet away, towards the shallow end of the pool. He pushed her so that her back was now against the pool and he positioned himself in front of her. Sarah's tits were now exposed and I could see the hard nipples which told me that my sister was aroused and needing more.

Dan lowered his mouth to her tits and began licking and sucking on them as his right hand returned to rubbing over and around Sarah's clit. I slowly moved towards them as Sarah more quickly moved towards her orgasm.

"Oh . . . oh . . . don't stop . . . I need to cum so bad, so bad . . . oh, yeah, don't stop . . . right there . . .."

Fortunately, I have a privacy fence around my pool and it is in the middle of a fairly large back yard. Anyone standing within fifty feet would know what was happening to Sarah.

Suddenly, Sarah had passed the precipice of arousal and abandoned herself to her climax. "I'm cummin', I'm cummin' . . . oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" she uttered as her voice began to trail off. Her eyes were still closed.

Before she had a chance to come down from her orgasm, I could see Dan lowering himself and approaching her so that he could insert his hard dick in her wet pussy. Sarah's eyes suddenly opened and I imagined that the tip of Dan's dick had just found the entrance to her pussy. She looked at me and i just shrugged my shoulders as if to say, 'if that's what you wanna do . . . do it!" I wanted Sarah to be comfortable but I must admit that my dick was also as hard as steel and I was really enjoying seeing my sister naked.

As Dan penetrated her depths, he place his arms under her back side and she placed her legs around his body, holding onto his shoulders and placing all of her weight on him. He began thrusting into her slowly but she was already aroused and didn't need much stimulation to become consume with her sexual fire.

Dan turned around so that Sarah's back was now facing towards me. Sarah's ass was now out of the water, exposed to me, and it looked delicious. Dan motioned for me to approach them quietly, which I did very quickly.

He returned his right hand to her back side and placed his middle finger in the crack of her ass. He slid his hand towards her pussy and I knew that his fingertip was massaging her little asshole.

"Mmmm," she moaned.

Dan began thrusting with a bit more urgency and Sarah's moans became more desperate. I saw him pushing his fingertip against her pucker as he said, "You always really get off when I cum in your ass, don't you?"

"Oh yeah . . ." she managed to answer.

"You remember when I put the vibrator in your pussy and then I came in your behind? You remember how hard you came?"

"Uh huh," she replied.

"You're overdue for some more anal sex, aren't you?" Dan asked. Sarah didn't respond.

"You have your brother so hard that his dick's gonna turn blue and fall off if he doesn't cum, so I think you should do somethin' about that. You can take care of two men at once, can't you?"

"Is that what you want?" Sarah asked.

Dan just nodded his head affirmatively and Sarah began thrusting herself on his hard member. Dan nodded for me to join in and I was so hot that not one second was devoted to thinking about it.

Sarah's pussy was already occupied and I think I had understood the gist of Dan's questions to Sarah. I placed the tip of my dick between her butt cheeks and she stopped for a moment, as if surprised. I moved my dick until I had found her tiny behind hole and then I pushed against her.

I felt my dick sliding past her tight sphincter and, as it relaxed, I slid further into the tightest hole my dick had ever fucked. I reached around Sarah and grabbed her nipples in my fingers as I started thrusting into her hot ass. I could feel Dan pounding away on Sarah's pussy and she was now moaning loud enough that the neighbors undoubtedly knew someone was getting a damn good fucking.

"Oh god, oh god, oh . . ." she muttered as I felt spasms of tightness in her ass. Sarah was cumming and I wasn't far away. I pinched her nipples as I thrust as far into her ass as I could possibly reach.

"Sarah, your ass is so tight, I'm . . . gonna . . . cum . . . yeah . . .." I began spurting my cum inside Sarah's hot, tight ass and I kept thrusting until I was completely spent.

As I came down from the most intense orgasm of my life, Sarah lowered herself from Dan's body. She turned around and walked towards me, placing her arms around me and embracing me in a hug. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear, "If we ever do that again, I want your dick in my pussy instead of my ass."

She then turned around and said, "Come on, Dan, let's go to bed."

They got up the next morning, packed everything up and went home. I didn't hear from Sarah for awhile and then, three months later, our mom told me that Sarah was getting a divorce.

For eight years, I didn't hear from Sarah. It was as if she didn't exist. I missed her and I missed Lizzie, but there was nothing I could do about it.