I was lying on my bed dressed only in shorts, looking at a 'top-shelf glossy magazine'. The pictures were full colour and very explicit. My hand was inside my shorts, gently rubbing my hard cock in preparation for a good wank, when suddenly the door burst open. In a flash I'd withdrawn my hand and looked up to see my younger sister standing there, fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe and towelling her hair dry. I quickly thrust the magazine to one side.
"Have you nicked my Ipod?" she yelled.
"No" I answered, angry that she'd burst in on me, something she doesn't usually do. "I have not"
"Well where is it then?" she demanded. She peered at the magazine.
"Oh Admiring the female form, were we?"
"So what" I said crossly. "Perfectly normal for someone of my age"
She looked at my shorts. My erection, dwindling now at the shock of her bursting into my room, was still very evident.
"Must be a good mag" she commented. She stepped into the room and picked it up before I could stop her. Retreating out of my immediate reach she scanned the pages.
"Mmm Big tits"
"Sis" I reproached her.
"Oh, shut up What am I supposed to say? Mammaries? Boobies? Breasts? They're big tits"
She leafed through a couple more pages and stopped with a gasp.
"Oh Not only tits" She peered closely at the page. "No wonder you've got a hard on"
"Sis" I expostulated. "What's got into you? You're not supposed to say things like that"
"Oh shut up" she said again. "Don't be such a prude" She turned more pages, looking at the pictures closely. "If you can look at tits and cunts in a glossy magazine and have a wank over them, I can say whatever I like"
I raised up on one elbow and stared at her. She'd never talked this way before. At least not in front of me. Maybe with her friends. She got to the last page and looked at me over the top of the magazine.
"Not that impressed with any of them," she said. "One or two nice pussies and a couple of decent titties but none that does anything for me."
I lunged for the magazine and succeeded in wrenching it from her grasp.
"They're not supposed to do anything for you" I pointed out irritably. "They're supposed to do things for boys and men"
"How do you know?" she pouted. "I might be a lesbian"
"Sis" I exclaimed again.
"Alright, I'm not," she admitted, "but I might have been. Anyway," she eyed my shorts again significantly, "you obviously liked one of those bodies. Or more."
I was trying to think of a suitable put-down to this comment and send her packing when she stepped back to the doorway, undid the bathrobe and opened it wide.
"Does this body do anything for you?"
My mouth opened to speak and remained in that position. I stared at her in total shock and amazement.
"Sis" I eventually gulped. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Showing you my body" she answered impatiently. "Do you like it? Does it do anything for you?" She thrust her hips at me suggestively. "Does it turn you on?"
My sister is twenty. Just. I am two years older. Of course I'd seen her wearing all sorts of clothes as we grew up together. Shorts, bikinis, tight jeans and cropped tops, miniskirts, the lot. A part of me had occasionally remarked to myself that she had a terrific figure and often looked quite sexy, but the 'brother' part just dismissed this as an idle observation and I had never, ever, thought of my sister in a sexual way.
Now she was parading in front of me, blatantly showing me her body, or most of it, in an obviously provocative way.
She had on a flowery, thin, almost see-through bra and skimpy panties so she wasn't completely naked, but if anything, this made it worse. Her breasts, I realised now, were beautiful;- round, firm, thrusting up without any support from the bra. Her nipples were taut and thrust out, pushing against the thin material of the bra. It certainly wasn't cold in the room and at the back of my mind I thought, so she must be aroused. I could clearly see her aureoles, large, dark and round. The thin panties hid just enough to be completely erotic. I could see the line of her lips through them, and a dark area which could only be her cunt itself. Her fresh, young, soft skin showed through the material, and I realised with yet another shock that she was shaved smooth. Her love mound showed as a soft bulge at the front of her pants. Her body was lithe, her legs, I already knew, were long and tanned and very sexy. All in all she was a vision, a sexy, enticing, temptress with a body a man could die to hold and touch and be inside.
And she was my sister.
The vision had its effect. My erection immediately returned, stronger than ever.
She looked at my shorts as she continued to dance in front of me, thrusting her hips to and fro.
"Yes, I see it does do something for you. Quite a lot, in fact"
"Sis" I managed to say after swallowing a couple of times. "Stop it What do you think you're doing? Cover yourself up"
"Prude" she said again. "What's the matter? Embarrassed? You've seen me in a bikini before. What's the difference?"
I swallowed again. My mouth was dry. "The difference," I said awkwardly, " is that you're.....you're--" I gave up and waved a hand at her to signify the dancing and erotic movements she was making. "And I was already --"
"You were already hard from the magazine," she interrupted. "Ready to have a wank, masturbate, give yourself a handjob."
With each word I felt a twitch in my cock.
"Sis Sis" I implored. "Stop it please You're being really nasty, doing that when you know I'm already turned on"
She suddenly ran forward and leapt onto the bed, the open bathrobe billowing behind her like some sort of cape. And she leapt on top of me, kneeling over me and straddling me.
I gasped. Her breasts were now only a few inches from me and I felt the warmth of her skin as she pressed herself against me.
"Oh, poor love" she said, grinning. She rubbed her mound over my erect cock and it strained inside my shorts. "Oooo" she said, her eyes going wide. "I've often wondered how big you are I'm impressed You're big"
"What"
She leaned down without warning and planted her mouth against mine, lying full length on top of me and continuing to rub herself against me. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and thrashed around, licking and tasting and curling around mine as she kissed me.
I tried to push her up, away from me, but she slid her arms quickly under my head and pulled me even tighter against her own face.
And, unbidden and without any conscious effort from me, my body pushed up against hers as my cock strained inside my shorts and demanded to be let out.
I made noises as I couldn't speak out loud. They were supposed to be 'No No No' but if she understood them she ignored them. I was shocked beyond belief, partly at the way my little sister was behaving, and partly at the thought that my body had responded to her by signifying its pleasure at her closeness.
Eventually she pulled her head away from me and breathed hard.
"You do like my body" she crowed. "I felt you push against me"
Seizing the opportunity to finally speak I let rip at her.
"Sis I don't know what this is all about but stop it now It's gone far enough You're being really mean and spiteful. Now go away, leave me alone and I'll get rid of the results of your little game"
She gazed at me without moving and spoke very softly.
"I'm not being mean and spiteful. And it definitely hasn't gone far enough" She leaned forward and kissed me again, a soft, loving, more than sisterly kiss on the lips. And she moved one hand from under my head and I felt her wriggle as she slid it between us and grasped the outline of my cock through my shorts.
"Uh" I gasped, jerking involuntarily. "Don't"
"Why?" she asked in a soft,http://www.porncc.org/does-turn-you-t180494.html seductive voice. "You like it I can tell" She grinned at me. "Why do you want me to stop?"
"You're my sister, for fuck's sake" I gasped, hardly realising I was swearing in front of her and trying not to think about her slender fingers still grasping my cock through my shorts and rubbing me. "Stop We can't do this"
"Who says?" she pouted. "Society? Bollocks Who's to know? Mum and Dad are away. We have the place to ourselves all weekend. Maybe it's wrong, but you want it and I want it. I'm on the pill. So we're safe. Are you telling me you've never done anything wrong in your life? 'Course you have. So have I. I've often thought about having sex with you. Wondered about your cock. How big it is. What it tastes like. How it would feel sliding into my cunt. Or my ass. Now I have the chance to find out. You were already hard when I came in and you're still hard. Have you never thought about fucking me?"
I was shaking my head from side to side through all this and my eyebrows shot up when she mentioned fucking her ass.
"No I haven't thought about it at all" I gasped. "Never You're my sister Sister Brothers and sisters don't fuck. They don't have any sexual feelings towards each other at all"
"Well, I do" she said softly. "Have had for a long time. I want you, brother I want to hold you, wank you, suck you, and most of all I want to feel you slide your big cock into me and fuck me silly. And later, when you've recovered, I want to feel that same big cock fuck my asshole I want every type of sex I can get from you, my big brother"
I just stared at her. I was completely speechless. To think my, supposedly, demure little sister could talk like this, use these words, and above all, use them to her brother and admit she wanted sex with him had left me utterly astounded and totally at a loss for anything to say.
But my body had no such qualms and I was more and more conscious of her fingers grasping me from outside my shorts and slowly and gently wanking me. As if reading my –subconscious—thoughts, she suddenly reached up inside one leg of my shorts and I felt her warm fingers close round my rod. Her touch was heavenly and I knew that if her hand stayed there a minute more I would cum.
"Stop" I pleaded one more time in a resigned voice. "If you don't stop I shall have to cum. Sis, stop, please"
But in answer she wriggled down the bed, away from my head, kissing my chest and stomach as she moved until she got to my shorts. She pulled the top down and my cock sprang out, free at last and only moments away from exploding. Quickly she licked the tip, opened her mouth and took me inside. The feeling was indescribable. I'd had blowjobs before but this was unlike any other. In the furthest, dim recesses of my mind I knew it was because it was my sister, it was wrong, forbidden fruits, and that made it even better than with anyone else. Her tongue slurped round my helmet and I felt her sucking my shaft as she grasped the base with her fingers and licked and sucked at me, her eyes closed in rapture.
Until now I had kept my hands beside me on the bed and hadn't touched her at all, except when I tried to push her away, but now, feeling her lovely mouth encompassing me, sucking, licking and tasting my unbelievably hard cock, I couldn't resist stroking her head, feeling her fresh, still damp hair in my fingers as I pulled her against me. I thrust upwards and into her and with a huge gasp I felt my cum explode from my cock and into her mouth. I pushed up as hard as I could and I came again and again and again, my hot cum gushing from me in huge spurts. I had never had such a huge orgasm, or shot so much cum in all my life. I looked down and saw that it was already leaking from her lips and she was using it as a lubricant as she continued to slide her mouth up and down the length of my rod, my cum glistening on my shaft and trickling from the corner of her mouth. My fingers entwined in her hair and I pulled her against me, loving the feel of her around me, loving the thought that my sister had just sucked me off, loving the thought that I was in her mouth.
Finally I sank back on the bed, gasping for breath. She released my cock from her lips, tipped her head back and swallowed.
"Mmmm" she said. "Nice Just as I remembered and expected."
"Sis Sis" I gasped. "What have you done What have we-------"
For a moment I hadn't realised what she'd said, then it sunk in.
"What What do you mean, remembered? You've never tasted......we've never....you can't remember my taste"
"Oh, yes I can" she said impishly. She bent down and licked the last few drops of white cum from my cock and stomach. "I like the taste of your cum. I know you have a huge libido and wank yourself a lot when you don't have a girlfriend, like now. I've tasted your cum, but only when it's old, not fresh like now." She paused and regarded my puzzled expression. "I've licked your cum from your sheets," she said.
"WHAT"
"Tasty But much better fresh, with your big cock filling my mouth."
"Sis Sis" I shook my head. Did I really know my own little sister? She'd sucked cum from my bed sheets? She swore, flaunted herself at her own brother, sucked him off and still apparently wanted a lot more sex from him?.....Was this really my sister?
I looked at her soft young body lying between my legs, her fingers idly tracing around my cock, soft now and lying on my stomach. Yes, it was my sister, but not the sister I always thought I had. She was beautiful, sexy, erotic and I wanted her.
She gently eased my cock back inside my shorts.
"Have a little rest," she said. "I want a lot more from you yet and I know you can do it."
She slid up and kissed me with all the tenderness of a young lover kissing her man.
"Sis," I said firmly. "That was gorgeous. Quite unbelievable. I admit, I loved every minute of you sucking me and giving me a blowjob. But that's it We've done something we shouldn't, it was nice, heavenly, but we've done it now and that's it."
She pulled away from me and stared at me, a glint in her eye.
"What do you mean?" she demanded. "What about me? You've just shot a gallon of cum into my mouth. You loved it. What about me? Am I supposed to go without any satisfaction, then?"
I felt a twinge of remorse. What she said was true. She'd come on to me and I'd had the most incredible pleasure from her. Wasn't she entitled to some pleasure in return? Yes, she was, but she was my sister
"Yes, I bloody well am" she went on before I had a chance to phrase a reply. "I want my pleasure from you And I'm going to get it You're going to lick me out, fuck me, fuck my ass and--- and--- anything else I want"
She stared at me defiantly.
"And--- and—" I repeated. "There isn't any more 'and' is there?"
She looked away. "Well, yes," she said more quietly. "I might get my toys later too."
"TOYS?"
She looked at me again, more defiant than ever.
"Oh, shut up You've just fucked your sister's mouth so don't pretend to be a prude Yes, toys What do you do when you want sex and don't have a girl? You look at sexy magazines and hold your cock in your hand and wank yourself till your cum shoots out What am I supposed to do if I don't have a bloke and want sex? Go without? Bollocks I rub my clit with my finger till I'm wet and it's dripping everywhere and my own cum shoots out of my cunt, or I use a toy to pretend fuck me, like you pretend to fuck your hand Yes Toys But I want to feel you use them on me"
She was quite breathless with anger and I felt suitably chastened.
"Sorry, sis," I said softly. "I'm not a prude. You know that. But you've given me so many shocks today That was another one I never dreamed you had, or used, sex toys It's just not something I thought about my own sister The same as I never thought about you sucking me, or me fucking you. These things have just never entered my head. Till now," I had to add.
She softened at once and giggled.
"What are you thinking about now?" she enquired.
I shook my head from side to side and shrugged my shoulders.
"You win" I told her. "I admit it Now I'm thinking about your body, touching it, kissing it, licking your cunt, your ass, sliding my cock into you, both of your holes, cumming into you---"
I shrugged again, helplessly. "It's your own fault I love you, sis, you know I do. Very much. But now....now, I can't look at you like before. Now I want that lovely body I want to do everything to it Especially I want to fuck you"
That was it. I'd said it. I'd admitted to my little sister that I wanted to fuck her.
"You want to do everything?" she asked me archly.
I nodded. "Everything."
"Even this?" And so saying she slid up my body until she was straddling me again, gazing down at me with love in her eyes.
"Even this?" she repeated.
I waited, puzzled, not sure what she meant, and then, to my utter amazement and shock yet again, I felt a warm trickle on my stomach and running down my thighs. It was a very pleasant sensation and I thought she must have somehow made herself cum, all over me, but I instantly realised that couldn't be. I looked down.
My little sister was peeing on me.
I heard her chuckle and looked up at her.
"Bet you didn't think I did that, either" she chuckled again.
"Sis What....how.....where did you learn to do that?"
She stopped the flow of warm piss and rolled off me to lie beside me.
"Uh" she said. "One of my ex's, the bastard Did it to me one day. I was so shocked I slapped his face and wouldn't let him touch me for ages. He sweet talked me and sweet talked me until I agreed to let him do it again. Then it wasn't a shock. I still wasn't sure I liked it but after the second or third time I realised I did. It was nice"
She rolled over again and pressed her lips against my shorts. I felt her sucking the pee from them, and probably the last drop or two of cum as well.
"Lovely" she said. She looked up at me. Her face softened and she stroked my cheek.
"Big bro'," she murmured. "Lovely big bro' with a huge cock. I've really shocked you, haven't I?"
I nodded, speechless again.
"Sorry, lover. Really I am. But when I knew Mum and Dad were away and we would be alone this weekend, I thought, I am not going to miss this chance No way I knew you'd probably be at home as you don't have a girlfriend now. And you know I told my ex to go and play on the motorway a few weeks ago. So there was just us. And I knew I wanted to have you this weekend. But I'm sorry I've shocked you, my adorable big brother. I hope you're over it now. I just want us to enjoy ourselves together. All day and all night and all tomorrow too."
My head was a mixture of thoughts. In the first place I'd felt a thrill when she called me 'lover'. I liked it. A lot. Then I thought about how she'd planned this, how her thoughts had centred on us both having sex together and how determined she was that it would happen. But I also thought, what will happen when our parents are back? Is this a one-off occasion? I couldn't see how it could be anything else. Our parents don't go away that often. And I felt her fingers on my cheek, and felt her warm body against mine, her nipples pressing my chest and her hot thighs against mine, and I thought, I don't want this to be a one-off occasion No way I want to do this again. And again. I want to feel her soft mouth sucking my cock I want to slide it inside her hot wet cunt And yes, her lovely tight asshole too I want to have sex with my sister as often as I can
"Sis, what happens when Mum and Dad are back? We won't be able to do this then Have you thought about that? Suppose, just suppose, we have a weekend of sex as you suggest. Suppose we both get to like it so much that we want to do it again? We won't be able to And what happens in a few years when you want, or I want, for that matter, to settle down with a family? We're going to remember this weekend and it may cause us a lot of grief."
She kissed me gently and stroked my cheek.
"I have thought about it. We'll find a way. Love always does."
I gave her a sharp look. She was gazing at me, her eyes soft and gentle and trusting. Like a little sister.
"I love you, my big, strong, clever bro'. I love you very much."
"I love you too, sis," I began.
But she was shaking her head.
"I don't mean I love you like a brother. I mean I love you. Really love you. I have done for a long time. I haven't thought of you like a brother for ages. I've only thought of you as a man. A man I want. A man who makes me go weak at the knees. Who turns me on every time I'm near him, smell him, brush against him. I love you, bro'," she repeated.
"Sis" Once more she'd jerked the ground from under me. "I had no idea--- You can't ---"
"Of course not," she said. "I've been very careful to keep my feelings hidden, especially in front of Mum and Dad. It's been difficult, I can tell you But sometimes I've walked around with my pants soaking wet from thinking about you. And me. That's why this weekend was so important. Why I was so determinedhttp://www.porncc.org/paula-shy-horny-fuck-after-school-t300004.html that my big strong brother was going to fuck me, come what may"
She raised herself and looked at me, her eyes searching my face.
"Does that make me a slut?"
"Don't be silly No" I reached for her and hugged her to me, tightly. "Just because you've shocked me beyond belief, said things, done things I would never have dreamed you would even know about, doesn't mean you're a slut" I hugged her again and enjoyed the feel of her warm body against mine. I felt her relax.
"Good," she said. "Are you recovered yet?"
"If you mean for sex, no I'm still sensitive If you mean from all the shocks, no I wonder if I ever will recover from them I'm still worried about this. Whatever your feelings, or mine, it's wrong. It's taboo And I'm worried about after this weekend too."
"Well, I'm certainly not going to tell any of my friends" she stated firmly. "This is my secret. Our secret. And I can't believe you're going to go to the pub boasting about how you've shagged your sister"
"I haven't" I pointed out indignantly.
"But you're going to. Aren't you?" she asked, a note of doubt in her voice. "You're not going to leave me high and dry after I've opened my heart to you, are you?" She looked at me searchingly again.
I could feel every inch of her flesh that was touching mine. I could feel the heat coming from her thighs as they pressed against mine. I remembered the feel of her mouth sucking on my rod and her tongue flicking at the tip. My sister's mouth. My sister's tongue. Yes, I thought with a sigh. A sigh of resignation that I would be committing myself to a path down which there would be no turning back. I sighed again. A sigh of pleasurable remembrance at her mouth......her tongue.
"I don't know, my sweet little sis," I sighed once more. "I want to. God, how I want to now I've thought about it and had a taste of things to come. Yes, sweet little sister. I want to have as much sex with you as we can this weekend, but you're my sister and it's wrong We'll both feel so guilty, so bad, afterwards......." I tailed off, already feeling guilty about the blowjob she'd given me.
She snuggled hard against me and rested her head on my chest.
"No we won't," she replied. "I don't feel guilty at all. It's something I've wanted for so long. And you won't feel guilty because it's me that's started it and led you on and you're a bloke and you want sex from anything in a skirt, like anyone your age."
"Charming" I said indignantly. "I do have standards, you know Not just anything in a skirt"
"I meet your standards," she said flatly.
I shut up. I couldn't answer this because she'd met enough of my female friends in the past, be they serious, but usually short-lived relationships, or one night stands. And she was right, of course, in that her own luscious, firm, rounded, pert and enticing little body probably far exceeded any standards I'd ever set for myself.
"Oh, sis" I groaned. "Why are you doing this? I rolled my head from side to side in a genuine agony of indecision. The thought of a weekend of sex with her was so tremendously exhilarating that half my mind was in a fever of anticipation. The other half, well, maybe a quarter, well, maybe just a small segment, recoiled at the thought that she was my sister and I had a responsibility to her. And to myself. And my self esteem. And Mum and Dad. And ---
"Oh, fuck it" I said aloud. I rolled over and hugged her to me, looking at her face, just inches from mine.
"I hope we don't regret it, but okay. Yes. I want to have sex with you, okay? Lots of it"
She kissed me on my eyes and then my nose.
"Good It's made me very happy to hear you say that."
We lay together for a while, each immersed in our own thoughts. My sister and I had had a fairly quiet and peaceful sibling life, compared to some. Oh, we'd had our spats and tantrums, our arguments and shouting matches as we grew up. But mostly we adored each other in a brotherly sisterly sort of way. We'd helped each other with school homework from time to time and later she'd make a point of checking out any girlfriend I'd brought home and let me know her opinion, whether I wanted it or not. By the same token, I'd been wary of one or two of her boyfriends and told her that if they gave her any grief or stress to let me know. I'm not a violent man, nor am I normally aggressive, but I would have been first in the queue to protect my little sister if some boy was mistreating her in any way. So we had a strong bond already. What would happen after this weekend was anybody's guess. Would it strengthen that bond? Or destroy it?
She disentangled herself from me and rose from the bed, holding out a hand to me.
"Come on," she said. "I'm going to cook. Come to the kitchen with me."
So I rose and followed her out of my room. She threw off the bathrobe and chucked it through her own open bedroom door where it landed on her bed. As she led the way downstairs I looked at her body, lithe and supple in front of me.
But now I wasn't looking at my sister. I was looking at a gorgeously sexy, inviting body. A body I'd felt right next to me and wanted to feel there again. For the first time in my life I realised consciously that she had the most firm, round, pert ass that a man could wish to see, touch or slide his cock into. I saw her waist, tapering in before slightly widening again at her hips. A waist that begged to have arms, my arms, round it.
At the bottom of the stairs she stopped suddenly so that I bumped into her. That is, my cock bumped straight into that pert, firm ass, right between her cheeks and she pushed herself back against me, hard.
"Mmmmm" she exclaimed. She wriggled a bit, pressing her crease against the feel of my cock inside my shorts. The thoughts I'd been having and the feel of her ass against me was enough to start an erection again, albeit a slight one.
She straightened up and continued to the kitchen.
"Nice," she threw over her shoulder. "Soon be ready again. After we've eaten we'll be able to spend all afternoon in bed."
Whilst she collected everything she needed to make us a light lunch, I brewed a pot of coffee. Holding my mug in one hand I went to her and put an arm round her waist. That slim, warm, firm waist, but delightfully soft to my touch.
"Whilst you're doing that, I'll go and have a shower and change," I said.
"Don't you dare" she said sharply. "You stay as you are"
I felt the dampness at the front of my shorts from where she'd peed on me.
"But," I began.
"No" She waved a spoon at me warningly. "I want you to keep those on and nothing else Okay?"
I shrugged helplessly. "Okay. If that's what you want."
She was looking at me pensively.
"On the other hand," she said softly, almost to herself, " I wonder." She tapped the spoon against her teeth thoughtfully.
"Why not?" she answered her own unspoken query. "Wait here."
Dropping the spoon on the table she hurried out and I heard her go upstairs. Moments later she returned, one hand hidden behind her back. She came up to me and planted a kiss on my lips.
"Big bro'," she said, "Are you ready for another shock?"
"There's more?" I enquired, dismayed.
"Probably more than you can imagine," she answered dismissively, " but right now I'm thinking of just one, smallish one."
"Smallish?" I echoed.
She nodded. "Do you remember a pair of white cotton boxer shorts you used to wear?" she asked me. "Very soft, quite old now, and with an opening at the front without any fastenings?"
I dimly remembered having a pair of boxer shorts like that, only they weren't called boxers. Because they had a short leg they were just pants, as opposed to briefs. So I nodded.
"Yes, I remember. Haven't seen them for ages. Thought they must have been thrown out, or the washing machine had eaten them, or something."
"I have them," she said, and produced them from behind her back.
I gaped at them, at her, and at the pants again.
"You?....When...? I mean, why?....."
I stared at her in disbelief, again wondering if this was really my sister, or had she perhaps become a pod-person from the planet Mars?
"Why on earth have you got my old pants?" I finally managed to string together a coherent question.
To her credit, she actually went slightly pink.
"I rescued them from the washing bin," she explained.
"Nicked them," I suggested.
"Saved them," she corrected. "I wanted them because they smelled of you. And because they have an opening at the front so I could slide my dildo or vibrator in there when I wanted to masturbate and think of you. But mostly," and she coloured a little more, " because you'd either wanked into them or had a wet dream in them and they had your cum on them."
She thrust them into my free hand and turned back to her cooking chores.
"I want you to put them on," she said with her back to me, "in place of the shorts."
Still processing this new, and slightly shocking information that she'd walloped me with, I absently turned them over in my hands and examined them. I remembered them. Hadn't seen them for ages, not since last winter in fact, and I remembered vaguely wondering then why I couldn't find them. There was the opening at the front, just a gap with two slightly overlapping hems and no fiddly buttons or anything to prevent easy access. And yes, I saw with embarrassment, there was a big stain at the front which could only have been cum, whether it was the result of a wank or in my sleep I couldn't remember. And to my horror and dismay I saw that there were even a couple of skidmarks at the back of them. But there were other stains, deep in the crotch and I wondered about them until I realised that they must be my own sister's juices and cum if, as she suggested, she'd been wearing them for her own sexual pleasures. I felt myself going red.
"Sis," I stammered, " are you telling me you've had these all the time and been wearing them, just as they are?"
"I love them," she said by way of an answer. "I told you, they smell of you, my brother, a nice, strong, manly smell that makes me think about you, your cock, having sex with you. When I wear them I can cum so quickly and with such a huge climax that I soak them."
"Erm ---yes, I can tell," I admitted.
She turned to face me. "But now I want you to wear them," she said. "All weekend."
I gazed at her helplessly.
"Sis," I began again.
"There are many things you don't know about me, aren't there?" she commented. "To you, I'm just your little sister. A teenager. A baby. Someone for you to protect, or fight with, or disparage. Well, I'm not, not any more. I'm all growed-up. I've had sex, quite a few times. I've tried lots of different ways. Some I liked, a few I didn't. But I'm not just a little baby for you to amuse yourself with any longer. Nor am I a silly, giggly teenager who gets a crush on any half decent looking bloke. I'm old enough to know my own desires, my own wishes, dreams. And I'm old enough to know what I want. And I want you. I love you, my brother. You're all the world to me now."
And she came to me and put her arms round me and hugged me very hard, her head resting on my bare chest and those wonderful, gorgeous, hard nipples pressing against my skin through the thin fabric of her bra. Even through my shorts I could feel her love mound pressing hard against my cock.
"Now you stay right where you are while I just finish this quickly and then we'll eat."
She laid out the table and I watched her in silence. I felt that my whole world had changed this day.
She moved around and I couldn't help but xxx her body as she worked. She bent over in front of me to get a salad crisper from a cupboard and her firm round cheeks presented themselves to me. A dark line ran between them and I imagined the crease of her ass, my tongue licking there and kissing that hidden place, her rosebud, as the heat of her cheeks surrounded my face. I thought about pulling down those skimpy pants and thrusting my rod into that pert, tight little ass.
She was right. She wasn't my little sister any more. She never would be again. I wanted her, all of her, very much. Below the leg of her thin pants her thighs were tanned, soft and I wanted to hold them, kiss them, lick them, hearing her moan with pleasure as I did so. I sighed, thinking of the commitment I'd just mentally made and hoping that the path down which we were both about http://www.porncc.org/paula-shy-horny-fuck-after-school-t300004.html to go would not suddenly rear up and bite us both in the backside.
"Come and eat," she said.
She'd made us a huge fresh salad of cold meats, cheeses, pickles and the like and I suddenly realised I was ravenous. She sat, half facing me and smiled at me often as we tucked in to her repast. Stretching out one bare leg she rubbed her foot against my thigh, wiggling her toes as her foot moved higher and higher, creeping under the leg of my shorts and still moving up my thigh until I felt her toes gently caressing my balls and the base of my cock.
I smiled at her. There was no point in objecting, and anyway, it was a nice sensation.
She giggled and said, "I can't get enough of you. I want to touch you, somehow, somewhere, all the time." But she withdrew her foot and continued eating. We finished the lunch in silence. I have no idea what she was thinking about, but I could have hazarded a guess. For myself, I was still trying to come to terms with this volte-face in my life, still trying to justify to myself the decision I'd made, and still thinking about that luscious body which I was soon going to be enjoying.
We put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She cleaned a little and I made us both a mug of coffee. She leaned against the counter nursing her mug with both hands and regarded me with a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Are you ready?" she enquired, raising one eyebrow. "Are you ready to have an incestuous relationship with your sister? Is that beautiful great cock of yours recovered enough so that it can fill my cunt, or my ass, and fill me full of your hot cum?"
I wanted to answer 'yes and yes and yes' but I just stared at her.
She put down the mug and picked up those old pants of mine from a chair. She stepped in front of me and pulled down my shorts to my ankles. Crouching down she nuzzled my cock and my stomach, her tongue flicking out and back, licking me gently. Her face moved lower and she took my cock with one hand, not erect yet but already beginning to harden, and licked the back of it from the base to the tip, her lips roving round my helmet and producing an immediate erection that strained towards her.
Yes" she breathed. "You're ready, no doubt about that" She lifted one of my legs and I stepped out of the shorts. She held the white pants so that I could step into them and pulled them up over me, slowly, gently, erotically. My cock immediately found the opening and sprang out. Again she bent and licked it and I could hear her breathing deeply.
"Oh, I love your smell" she murmured. "It drives me wild Feel me"
I made no move, just enjoying the feel of her mouth and tongue again.
"Feel me" she repeated and took one of my hands and placed it between her legs.
She was incredibly warm, her thighs on either side of my hand rubbing my skin and passing their heat into my hand. My fingers involuntarily curled inwards and I felt the outline of her cunt lips. I gently used one finger to rub between them and let out a huge breath. Her pants were soaking wet from her love juices and my finger had no difficulty pushing the soft fabric into her, into her wet cunt as I sought her clit and began to rub it gently.
She gasped. "That's what you do to me when you're near me" she said as she drew in a big, shuddering breath. "And when I smell your smell, I'm done for. I just soak myself. And now, finally, to feel you rubbing my cunt, to feel your finger stroking my clit......" she shuddered and pulled away from me, releasing my cock at the same time.
"Not here" she said. "Upstairs I want to feel your whole body next to me I want to feel your face between my legs, licking my cunt and my clit. I want to bury my head between your legs and kiss your balls, suck them, suck your cock and smell that wonderful smell that is you"
And she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the kitchen and upstairs to my bedroom. Pushing me onto the bed she shut the door and leaned against it, breathing heavily and looking at me.
"I'm going to cum so quickly" she said. "As soon as you touch me, I'm going to cum I just know it"
And she came to me and lay beside me and I was lost.
I stroked her hips and her waist, my hand rising up to cup one breast. She let out a gasp and closed her eyes. I massaged her breast gently, playing with the nipple. It was so hard I thought it would break through the fabric of her bra. Her own hand moved down and rubbed the outside of my pants, rubbing the outline of my cock, her fingers curling round to cup my balls.
I kissed her, full on the lips and felt a thrill go through me. It was like kissing a girl for the first time ever. I kissed her again and knew that the excitement was because this was forbidden fruit. Her lips were soft, delicate, her breath warm and gentle through her slightly open mouth. Her tongue flicked out and circled my lips and then she thrust her head forward and her tongue flashed into my mouth, writhing furiously and encircling my own tongue. I responded fully now, all inhibitions forgotten as I let myself sink into the rapture of enjoying her body.
My cock found the opening in my pants of its own accord and her fingers encircled it, stroking me gently, long, slow strokes that made me even harder and I pushed my hips towards her, wanting my cock to find her wet, warm cunt.
My own hand dropped to her thighs and she gasped again as she felt me stroking them, my fingers moving upwards as they caressed her soft flesh, until I found the edge of her soaking wet pants and my hand moved across to rub her lips, a finger again searching for the cleft between them so that I could rub her clit.
But she pulled away from me and gasped, "No No Not your finger You'll make me cum too soon I want you"
And she rolled away and onto her back and opened her legs wide. I moved across to lie above her, my hands supporting my weight and gazed down at my soft, sexy, beautiful sister's face. My cock hovered inches from her pussy. She quickly lifted her hips and pulled down her pants, just an inch or so.
"My gorgeous brother" she breathed softly. "I want you Push that big, hard cock into me, with my pants"
I must have looked puzzled because she added breathlessly, "I want to feel that cock sliding into my cunt surrounded by my own pants because they're wet and I'm wet and I know they'll give enough for you to do it And then, and then I'm going to feel your cock in me bareback Just you, your hot hard cock, in me, sliding into me and fucking me"
I moved my hips forward and the tip of http://www.porncc.org/does-turn-you-t180494.html my cock aimed true and straight and I felt her hot wet cunt lips against the tip, even through her pants. I pushed into her a little more, and my cock slid an inch or two inside her, taking her thin, wet pants with it.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh" she gasped. "Yes Yes Oh, it's beautiful It's lovely"
I stroked inwards and out again once, twice, and each time she let out a gasp. Her eyes were wide open now and staring at me.
"Enough" she growled, deep in her throat. Quickly she reached down and pulled aside the leg of her pants.
"Now" she breathed. "Now Come into me You My big brother Fuck me now"
And I wanted this more than anything I'd ever wanted and I slid forward and my rampant rod slid into her open wet cunt like a homing missile. She was wonderfully, gorgeously tight and gripped my rod with her muscles and she was so wet and open that I slid right into her, up to the hilt and she cried out so loud and jerked her body I thought that I must have hurt her.
I stopped and she gasped "Yes Don't stop You're in me Oh, my gorgeous big brother You're in my cunt and I'm so wet and it's filling me and I love it Now fuck me, hard"
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