Slowly bending her knees, she lowered herself until the water reached her neck. His hands were still exploring and he started lowering himself as well. Reaching out and gently touching his face with her hand, she said, "Stay still".

Reaching out, she found the object of her desire. Holding his cock in her hand, she could feel it still growing and throbbing. Looking into his face while slowly squeezing his cock, she saw his eyes close and knew that she had him……hook, line and sinker. Taking a deep breath and holding it, her head disappeared beneath the water. As she reached his now very firm cock, she slowly slid her mouth onto it maintaining a tight seal.

Daniel was in Never, Never Land. Oblivious to all that was around him, every fragment of his awareness was concentrated solely in one spot. Taking advantage of his lack of awareness, I slipped under the water to get a closer look. Moving closer, I could see his cock appearing and disappearing from her mouth. She was about to run out of air, and reluctantly let her prize go and replaced it once again with her hand. As his cock slipped out of her mouth, her eyes opened and she spotted me next to her under the water. Quickly turning towards me, she placed her mouth on mine. Feeling her tongue searching, I opened my mouth slightly and accepted it. The taste was unmistakable. Apparently within the minute or so that she had her mouth on his cock, he had climaxed. Both of us lifted out of the water, her mouth still on mine. As she pulled away, she smiled. Lifting her finger to her lips, I understood the unspoken message. DON’T SAY ANYTHING. She was saving him from embarrassment.

"Oh, my God! That was incredible." He whispered to her, trying his best to keep me from hearing.

Smiling, she kissed him on his lips and then moved close to his ear and whispered sweetly to him "That’s just the beginning. Before this day is out you will do that many, many more times. When you finally go to sleep tonight, you are going to be sexually exhausted."

He looked up and put his hands together as if praying. "Thank you, God."

Heather retied her bikini top as she worked her way towards the pool steps. Grabbing a towel off of one of the patio chairs she began to dry herself. Walking over towards the patio door she reached down and retrieved Daniel’s bathing suit. Turning towards the pool, she tossed it to him. "Here, put this on and come into the house. Anyone for a movie?"

Daniel caught the bathing suit and looked at me. I was already making my way towards the house as I turned to him. "Well! You coming?"

With what just happened still fresh in his memory he said "Oh, yes. I’m coming………and coming and coming and coming."

I grabbed a towel and threw it to him. "Come on. I can’t wait to see what happens next." Acknowledging that my plan was out the window.

The coolness of the house took us by surprise. Looking around, I expected to see Heather but she was nowhere around. From the top of the stairs I heard "Find a tape. I’ll be right there."

Daniel sat in my lounge chair as I selected a tape and put it into the VHS machine. "I think you’re gonna want to sit on the couch with mom."

"Oh, yeah. God it’s cold in here. My dick is shriveling up like a raisin. "

Laughing at the visual image I just received, I assured him that he would be fine. "I don’t think you’ll have anything to worry about. You just leave it to mom. She’s an expert at turning raisins into watermelons."

Turning the television on, we watched the video unfold before us. I had chosen one of the videos we had taken on one of our many trips to the North Georgia mountains. When the picture appeared, Heather and I were hiking a trail near the mouth of the Chattahoochee River. I remember it was a weekday (one of the perks of being a contract programmer was being able to take days off) and there was no one around. Perfect for making a video. Heather was wearing a denim skirt and halter-top. As always, I didn’t let her wear any underwear when we went to the mountains. Walking behind her, I saw her bend over to examine a flower. Seizing the opportunity, I took the camera and lowered it for an impromptu "Up-skirt" shot. The next image on the screen was a sexy shot of her ass from below. I turned to look at Daniel and was pleased to see that he had already begun to develop a tent in his bathing suit. Turning back to the video I watched as we continued our hike. We had been here many times and this particular time we had decided to camp overnight at a rustic site provided by the National Park Service. As we entered the campsite, Heather became playful. Turning towards me she crossed her arms, grabbed the halter top and quickly removed it over her head. Cupping each of her breasts in her hands, her fingers began tweaking her nipples until they were rigid. Then she turned and bent over and lifted her skirt, revealing her beautiful ass to the camera. In one swift move, she removed the skirt and ran naked into the tent. I followed her with the camera still rolling. As I entered the tent, I was not surprised at what I found. Heather was lying on the bed (a queen sized air mattress with a sleeping bag on it) with her legs spread for the camera (one of her favorite poses). As I entered, I lowered myself to my knees between her legs and focused the camera on her now moist pussy. Zooming in, the television screen (a thousand dollar, 36 inch monster that is my pride and joy) was now filled with a close up of Heather’s pussy. I could almost feel the air leaving the room as Daniel watched the screen.

Hearing Heather coming down the stairs, I grabbed the remote and paused the tape. As she entered the room, Daniel and I both were mesmerized. I knew she had purchased a new outfit from Fredrick’s, but I had no idea. She was stunning. Never had I seen anything so sexy in all my life. Sheer red seamed stockings attached to a lacy red and black garter hugged her sensuous legs. The garter itself was hidden under a black, sheer, totally see-through baby doll that was trimmed with red lace. Heather’s dark areola and nipples were covered, but certainly not hidden from view. Completing the outfit was a silky, sexy, sheer black thong.

As she walked into the room she looked over at the paused television screen and laughed. "I remember that day. This was when we camped at Horse Trough Falls wasn’t it?"

It was silent in the room. She had asked me a question, but I couldn’t answer. All I could do is stare. I felt my own stirring between my legs and caught myself squeezing my legs together. Daniel was frozen in place. Images from Playboy and Penthouse paled in comparison to the striking view before him.

Crossing the room to the couch, she sat at the other end of it and lifted her legs and placed them in Daniel’s lap. Daniel’s hand came down and rested on one of her stocking covered legs, but remained still. He appeared to be in a trance. Taking her foot and rubbing his hard-on through his bathing suit, she said "Relax, baby. I don’t bite. There……doesn’t that feel good. Why don’t you take that wet bathing suit off and dad, why don’t you start the video back up?"

Daniel reached down and pulled his suit off, not allowing her legs to move from his lap. His hard-on now free from the confines of his suit, pointed towards the ceiling. Relaxing a bit, his hand started moving up and down the stocking covered leg lying in his lap. He was amazed at how sexy it felt. Already aroused, the feeling of the stocking just enhanced his sexual appetite and with it, his confidence. I started the video back up, and the three of us watched the screen as you masturbated for the camera. Daniel’s hand began a slow, methodical back and forth inspection of Heather’s legs. Each stroke brought him closer and closer to the top of the stockings, eventually reaching that narrow patch of bare leg between the top of the stocking and the barely covered pubic mound. Heather’s foot continued it’s massage of his cock, expertly stroking it with her toes. Gathering all the courage he could muster, Daniel slowly made his way to Heather’s crotch. Boosting his confidence, she spread her legs slightly. This not only gave him better access, but also allowed the material of the outfit to move just enough to present a clear view. If he looked closely, he could actually see her lips beneath the sheer fabric. His fingers finally reached their mark. Another confidence boost was obtained when he actually touched the thong and heard a barely detectable moan coming from Heather. Looking up, he saw that she had her eyes closed and was enjoying the feelings that were spreading over her body.

Meanwhile, I’m intently watching the scene unfold before me. My beautiful wife was being seduced by my son……..or was it the other way around. No matter. It was wonderful. It was a dream come true for me as well as for Daniel. As corny as it sounds, I was very proud of both of them.

I looked back over at the television screen and smiled at what I saw. I had apparently gotten tired of watching her satisfy herself and decided to get in the action myself. Positioning the camera on a nearby box and pointing it at us, I was on my knees beside her head and she was turned towards me with my cock in her mouth, sucking me expertly.

Daniel and Heather were oblivious to the television. Out of the corner of my eye, they shifted and caught my attention. As I turned to watch again, Heather was lifting herself to assist Daniel in removing her thong. After taking it off and discarding it, he put his hands inside her knees and gently spread her legs……never taking his eyes off of her now revealed pussy. From my vantage point I couldn’t see, but I was familiar with her enough to be able to imagine the view that presented itself to Daniel. After spreading her legs, his fingers traced a path to their target. It was a trip that he had imagined for many years but never thought he’d take.

Heather has an exceptionally beautiful pussy, especially when she is excited. Her vaginal lips swell to several times their normal size and protrude noticeably. So much so, that even the crotch of her bathing suit bulges when she is aroused. Granted, most people wouldn’t notice……..but I knew what to look for. Another feature of Heather’s pussy is it’s tendency to produce moisture. Now, most women get wet when they are excited. Heather goes beyond wetness. Her pussy produces copious amounts of juice when she is aroused. She has to change the sheets on our bed several times a week because of the spots that are produced by our sexual activity.

This day was no exception. By the time Daniel’s fingers reached her clitoris, the liquid was oozing down between her cheeks and onto the couch. Surprised (but pleased) by the amount of juice, Daniel’s finger was now glistening. Bringing it to his nose, he breathed in the musky smell. It’s not the first time he has smelled this, although he did not let on to anyone. Several times in the past, he had been in the laundry room and found a pair of Heather’s panties in the dirty clothes and savored the smell. Nothing like this, though. Opening his mouth, he inserted his finger and tasted his mom’s juice for the first time. As he expected, It was wonderful and it served to just wet his appetite for more.

Spreading her legs even further, he repositioned himself on the couch to eat her pussy. Moving in closer, he finally was able to get a good, up-close look at the object of his desire. It was without a doubt the sexiest, most beautiful, most arousing thing he had ever laid eyes on. Unable to resist any longer, he lowered his face and touched her clitoris with his tongue. Then, with remarkable resemblance to someone who had been in the desert for days without water and suddenly had come across an oasis, Daniel lost control and buried his face in her pussy.

It was difficult for me to just sit back and watch this scene unfold before me. I wanted to jump in…….to be involved in it somehow, but at the same time I didn’t want to take anything away from Daniel’s experience. With all the restraint I could muster, I sat in my recliner and tried to be inconspicuous.

Things were really starting to heat up on the couch. Heather was now grabbing and squeezing her breasts while pushing her pelvis into Daniel’s face. Every now and then Daniel would come up for air and I laughed to myself when I saw his face wet with her juices. I had entertained thoughts of giving tips and pointers to him at the beginning, but I could see that wasn’t necessary at all. I started wondering if he had really never done this before. He was taking to it like fish take to water.

Eventually, I heard the familiar sounds of an approaching orgasm coming from Heather. As it neared, her moans became louder and louder until she finally screamed "OH, GOD YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!"

Almost obscured by her noisy orgasm, I heard Daniel actually slurping her juice. Great. Just one more thing to turn me on. I sat in my chair watching ………… and wanting………..

By now, Daniel’s cock was so hard it hurt. Heather was still recovering from her intense orgasm when she reached down and grabbed it and pulled it up to her face. Apparently it was Daniel’s turn for a little oral satisfaction. Wanting to stuff it into her mouth, he was almost disappointed when she began running her tongue up and down the shaft. That disappointment was short lived, though. As she licked it like a lollypop, soon he was closing his eyes and remembering the pool. This was much better, he thought. Before he got a chance to get accustomed to her tongue, he felt the warmth of her mouth engulf his hard member. Soon, she was riding his cock with her mouth and tongue while squeezing the base of it with her fingers. Taking her other hand, she began lightly circling his anus. Then, like the expert cocksucker she was, she was able to stick her tongue out slightly while his cock was still in her mouth and wet down her finger enough to allow it to slip easily into his anus. Curling her finger and pressing against the base of his cock from inside his anus, he immediately erupted into her waiting mouth. Swallowing every drop, she finally pulled away and Daniel dropped onto the couch.

"OH MY GOD!! That was incredible."

Heather turned to me and smiled. "I think Dad is feeling a bit left out " she said as she slipped off the couch and crawled on all four over to the recliner. Grabbing the waist of my bathing suit, she pulled it off in one fluid motion. Grabbing my already hard cock, she buried her mouth on it and began sucking it feverishly.

Now, from Daniel’s vantage point all he could see was his mom’s bare ass and swollen pussy inviting him in so, being the obedient son that he was, he obliged. Lowering himself from the couch and onto the floor, he worked his way up to Heather. Reaching down and grabbing his flaccid cock, he began stroking it to get it hard again. A few strokes were all that was needed, and soon he was pointing it to the opening between Heather’s swollen lips. As his cock touched her pussy, she reacted by looking up at me and smiling. With my cock still in her mouth, it was a devilish smile and I watched as it broadened with each inch that he buried into her. Finally, she had to relinquish her hold on my cock and focus on the hard cock of her stepson that was now pounding her wet pussy. I reached down and grabbed my cock and began stroking it while I watched my son expertly fuck his stepmother. I figured after coming twice in the last half hour, that he may be at this awhile and it turned out I was right. Hearing the slapping of his body against her ass, I continued working on my cock while enjoying the view. Eventually, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of a building orgasm coming from deep down Daniel’s throat. Soon the tempo began to increase and I could tell that he was about to experience his first climax inside a woman. With a loud groan, I watched him push into her one last time and I heard her scream "YES!!! GIVE IT TO ME, BABY. GIVE MOMMA ALL YOUR SWEET CUM". With his body shuddering in orgasm, I felt my own climax working it’s way to the surface. Slowing down my pace, I was able to delay it for just a bit longer. As Daniel’s orgasm subsided, Heather was now able to move again. Still looking at the floor, I reached down and placed my hand under her chin and lifted her head. As she looked up, my hard cock filled her view. Opening her mouth, she took my cock just as I began unloading my seed. Reaching up and grabbing my cock, she began milking every drop she could get from me.

Afterwards, we were all spent. The two of them just collapsed onto the carpet and I plopped back into my recliner.

The only sounds being made were heavy breathing. Finally, Heather stirred and was able to get to her feet and head to the bathroom to clean up.

"Don’t go away. We’re not done yet. Not by a long shot."

Daniel turned his gaze to me and said "Damn, Dad. No wonder you guys are such a happily married couple. Is she always like this?"

"Like what?"

"You know. Horny all the time. Is she this horny all the time."

"Well, let me put it this way. I have a feeling that she is gonna be a lot hornier in the future. At least as long as you are living here, that is."

"Are you kidding? I’m not going anywhere. I’m already in Heaven."

"I know, Son. I know. Welcome to Heaven."

 

 

 

THE END

 

 

 

 

  Let me tell you a little about myself.   My name is Courtney, I'm about 5'9" tall, I have dirty blonde hair, a 36c chest, and I'm not fat or skinny, right about in the middle with a nice muscular toned body from all the running and exorcising that I do.   I'm fairly tanned (I don't know how you can't be living in Arizona !) and am really confident about my body and love to show it off.   (Guy's love to look at it too!)   I like to wear clothes that fit me fairly well and show off all my curves, and love wearing skirts to show off my thighs and legs.

 

  During one of my weekly phone conversations with my parents, they asked if it would be alright if they sent my brother down to stay a weekend with me.   They claimed he missed me and they thought with him being 16 and having to start to look at colleges, this would be a good way for him to see the school without the parents there.   They also hinted they wanted him out of the house for some other reason, but I didn't bother asking, I'm not sure I wanted to know anyway.

 

  I agreed to allow him to come down, saying he would have to sleep on the floor.   My roomate usually leaves on the weekends to go home and to see her boyfriend and whatever else locals do on the weekends, so I wasn't worried about having to deal with her.   Don't get me wrong, she was a great girl and everything, and we got along great, we even shared some of the same hobbies and interests, but not having her there just made it easier.

 

  I didn't really have to do anything to prepare for him coming, just dig my sleeping bag out of the suitcase I had it stored in.   My parents timed the flight so it got in after my classes were done for the day on Friday.   So when it was time, I borrowed my friends car and drove to the airport to get him.   I met him at the baggage claim, we exchanged hellos, and we grabbed his bag and got back into the car and started driving back towards campus.   It was quiet for a little while, then we started just normal chit chat.

            "So was it your idea, or mom and dad's for you to come down here and visit?" I asked.

            "Well, kind've both, they offered to send me down here if I wanted, I said sure, so they talked to you about it, and here I am.   I donno, they've been acting wierd lately, figuring out ways to get me out of the house every once and a while on the weekends.   I don't know what's going on with them, their sex life must be better or something..."

            "Ewww...!"   I said thinking of my parents doing it.

            "What?!" He exclaimed, "It's true..."

            "Yea, but still, I don't want to picture mom and dad doing it!"

            "Oh... yea..." He said chuckling.

 

  We talked back and forth a little bit more until we got back to campus.   Once we got there, I showed him into the dorm and to my room.   Walking down the hallway, he was looking in every open door.   Understandable, what teenage guy wouldn't look in the open doors as they walk down a girls hallway?

            "Sorry kid, we don't walk around naked until after dark..." I said seeing him look into the doors.

            "ok cool, I'll be here all weekend." he said without breaking his looking pattern.

            "You wish kiddo..." I smirked back to him.

 

  We finally reached my room.   I opened the door, gave him the quick tour of my 12x12 cell and pointed out the mattress on the floor where he was to sleep.   We set his stuff down and sat for a little while.   I knew he liked to swim, so I asked if he was interested in going to the pool.   He said yes, so I offered to go to the bathroom to change and he could change right here in my room.

 

  We changed clothes, me into a sexy bikini with a small white shirt over the top and shorts to cover up my bottoms until we got there, and he was in surfer shorts.   We grabbed our towles, and walked over to the campus pool.   When we got to the pool, I made it a point to watch him and see what his reaction was.   Just as I expected, his eyes about popped out of his head.   It was a usual day at the rec center pool, a couple people swimming laps in the pool, and on every avaliable bench and surface were girls in bikinis sun bathing, or topless girls laying face down so they don't get lines on their backs (tan lines are bad!).

 

  I hit him across the stomach, "put your tounge back in, lets go." and I started walking towards an open couple benches.   We put our stuff down and I started taking off my clothes revealing my revealing bikini.   I caught him staring at me, and whipped him across his stomach with my shirt.   He quickly snapped out of it and started taking off his shirt.   Not that I was looking or anything, but what he had could give some of the college guys here a run for their money.   I laid down to tan, and Brian (my brother) proceeded directly to the pool to start swimming around.

 

  I laid around for about 15 minutes looking at my magazine, and then my friend Michelle came over to say hi.   Michelle was about the same height as me, and a very pretty brunette with brown eyes.   She was a little skinnier and just a bit taller than I was.   She was a very pretty girl, with breasts that were a little smaller than mine, but fit the rest of her dark skinned body really well.   Hers were really wide and covered the majority of her chest.   I even looked at them!   She was a hot one.   Of course that's probably why we often enjoyed each other's 'company'.   I wasn't a lesbian or anything, but a girls company is something special.   Only they know how to please someone in ways that a guy can't.

 

  "Hey Courtney! How are ya?!" Michelle greeted me.

  "Hey Michelle, I'm good, just gettin some sun." I replied

  "Not that you need it or anything." She said winking at me.

  "Shhh.... my brother is over there."

  "You're brother!   Where?!" she said looking around.

  "Yea, he's visiting for the weekend, he's over there, the brown headed kid in the pool." I said pointing towards him.

  "Ohhh... not bad." Michelle said chuckling.

  "No... he's too young.   Keep your hands off."

  "oh, I get it, you want him all to yourself." She said smiling.

  "Ok, that's sick." I said looking away.   That sparked a thought I had never had before though.   What would be be like in bed?... Eww... no... that's gross, he's my brother.   Before I thought about this too much, I decided to change the subject.

  "Here," I said handing her the sun tan lotion bottle, "rub down my back."

 

  She smiled and took the bottle.   I laid down on my back and undid the string around my back and my neck for my top.   Michelle stood to the side of me and squirted some sun tan lotion on my back and started rubbing it around.   She was spend much more time and putting much more care into it than she needed, but not to the point where other people would take alarm.

  "mmmm...", I moaned and whispered in her ear, "you're way too good at this.   Careful though, we don't wanna give people a show."

  "Well I don't think anyone is watching."

  "Is Brian watching?" I asked.   I was surprised I asked that, it just kind've came out of my mouth.

  There was a pause then Michelle replied, "yea, he's stealinlg a glance once and a while."

  I got this evil feeling inside from my thoughts earlier...   "Well, give him something to see."

 

  Michelle's hand continued wondering around, then they got lower and lower.   She slipped her hands down inside my bottoms and rubbed and gave my ass cheeks a squeeze a couple of times.   She also moved her hands up my back and along my sides and rubbed some of the lotion in on the sides of my breasts.   She was smooth though, she made it seem like nothing special or out of the ordinary.

  "Did he see?" I asked.

  Michelle looked over and saw him quickly look away. "oh yea" she replied.

 

  Michelle finished her thing and went and laid down on the chair next to me.   All these things with Michelle rubbing me and doing it infront of my brother started to get me a little horney and had me starting to feel some funnies inside my stomach.   I leaned over to Michelle and whispered in her ear, "Wanna go back to my room?"   Michelle turned towards me and gave me a smile.   "OK, I'll head back, come join me in a couple minutes."   Michelle just gave me a wink and a smile.

 

  I got up, put on my shorts and shirt, being sure to let it get stuck on my breasts, hoping that Brian was watching, making my hair look nice, then pulling it the rest of the way down.   I   walked over to the pool and told Brian I was headed back to the room to take a shower, and to come back in like an hour when I'll be done.   He just shrugged his shoulders and said ok.   I really didn't think he minded staying here with all the girls in bikinis.

 

  I walked back to my room and opened the door and went in.   I went to close it, but Michelle stopped it with her hand, came in, and closed it behind her.   She started walking towards me all sexy.   "Having me rub you and touch you in front of your brother.   How kinky.   You dirty little girl."

 

  "Oh shut up, you know you make me hot.   Now get over here."   I grabbed her and pulled her towards me.   Our lips met and we started passionatly kissing.   Our tounges were swirling in each others mouths.   We started moaning and really getting into it.   Our hands started moving up and down each others bodies, rubbing each others tit's and squeezing asses.   I can see why guys like us so much.   There's something about feeling up a hot girl.  

 

  We started taking off each other's shorts and shirts, and before we knew it, we were naked in my bed with our bikinis and clothes scattered on the floor.   Michelle started kissing down my body, pausing slightly at my breasts to give them some attention.   She then started moving farther down my body, giving me short kisses all the way down my body, then stopping at my pussy.   I was already worked up from our session at the pool and then from our foreplay earlier.   She ran her finger up and down my slit a couple times, then stuck her mouth over my pussy.   She ran her tongue around my pussy a couple times the started licking me.   I was moaning, and gyrating my hips on her mouth.   She found my G-Spot and started flicking her tounge over it and give it lots of attention.   I could feel my orgasm building inside, but still she kept up.

 

  I was grinding my hips into her face, but it never let up.   She continued with all the sucking and flicking and licking.   I grabbed my breasts and started squeezing them and pinching my nipples.   I was close, and for some reason, this orgasm was more intense than before.   Not too long later, I lost it and exploded in Marlena's face.

 

  Not wanting her to be left out, I returned the favor and brought her to an orgasm.    We still then had plenty of energy and started making out again.   We were rolling all around on the bed, feeling each others bodies,   playing with each other's pussy's.   I ended up on the bottom, and we started grinding our pussy's together.   Marlena brought her mouth to my breast and started sucking and playing with my nipple.   I started moaning and grinding harder into her pussy.

 

  I kept my eyes closed most time time to enjoy my time with Melissa.   I opened them again, and between the moans and feelings of pleasure I was getting I screamed.   Melissa stopped and looked to where I was looking with a blank motified stare.   Standing in the doorway was Brian with his swim trunks at his knees wanking his dick.   When he saw that we stopped, he stopped too and stared at us with a blank scared stare.   He then reached up and grabbed his swim trunks and grabbed them and pulled them up to cover himself.

 

  It took a few minutes before anyone moved.   The Melissa whispered in my ear, "Looks like you can have some fun now."   Then she climbed off of me and made no effort to hide her body from Brian.   He looked her up and down and you could see his eyes widen and a small smile come across his face.   Melissa grabbed her clothes and walked out of the room, pausing by Brain and whispering something in his ear.   She quickly and smoothly reached down and brushed her hand against his still hard cock, and as she walked by, rubbed her breast and tit against his arm.   And just like that, she walked out of the room, still naked, and closed the door behind her.

 

  I was making every effort I could to conceal myself from my brother.   I knew it was pointless at that point because he had already seen my body as I was going at it with Melissa, but laying there naked didn't seem like a very good option either.

 

  So there we were, me laying in bed covering myself up with my blankets, and my brother standing there with a visible hard on through his storts.   We just stood there staring at each other because no one knew what to say.

 

 

 

Part 2 coming soon!

"No!!!" I scream as I struggle to get off his lap. His strong arms hold me down and I realize there is no way to escape his grasp. I try to cry but he tells me to stop the crocodile tears so I struggle some more as his hand slaps hard on my bottom. All my struggling lifts my skirt higher and higher until it is bunched around my waist and my bare ass is exposed. "Why aren't you wearing panties?!" my dad yells.... I stop struggling and my daddy slaps his hand down on the naked skin and it starts to sting...I cry out in pain...."Never disobey me!" he says...."Okay," I say submitting to him...what was I thinking... I knew my daddy would never let me leave the house dressed like I was... was I really just dressing up for him? I feel so confused as my daddy starts to rub my sore bottom and I can feel his huge cock harden underneath me. I feel wetness between my legs and my clit swell.

He starts to caress my bare ass and squeeze it. "Maybe I should show you what those boys would want to do to you if they saw you dressed that way."..."Okay," I say, wanting him to show me....He lets his hands slide between my legs and feels the wetness there. He inserts a finger inside me. "Yes," I moan in pleasure. "Oh Baby girl, you are so tiny and pretty," he says. I'm still thrown over his lap as he starts to finger my little pussy..."Daddy makes you so wet." "Yes you do Daddy." "Do you want Daddy to teach you." "Yes please," I say. He takes his fingers out of me and lifts me up so I am sitting on his lap facing him. My tiny black skirt still bunched up around my naked teen body. "Are you sure?" he asks. I nod my head yes and I kiss him on the mouth. As I pull back from the kiss the reaches his hand behind my head and pushes my head back to him. He starts kissing me deeply and roughly. I've never been kissed this way before. It feels so good and daddy starts to touch my boobs, gracing over my nipples and kneading them hard.

He pushes me down on the bed and stands above me. He is so glorious as he towers over me. He sheds his clothes as I gaze adoringly at his magnificent body. His cock stands so tall and thick. I am afraid of it, but excited by it at the same time. "I want you Daddy," I say. "And you will have me," he says and he rips my skirt off from around my waist. "Daddy?" "Yes baby?" "I've wanted you since I was seven years old." My daddy looks at me in surprise. "If only I had known," he said. He traces my lips with his finger. "You are so beautiful Tiffany. I don't like hurting you and this is going to hurt at first, but I promise I'll stop if you don't like it." I look up at my amazing daddy and say, "I know I'll love it Daddy because it's you." "Ahhhh sweet baby girl you are so precious," he says as he starts to trail kisses all over my body. He puts his face between my legs and begins to kiss my young cunt, then he starts to lick the teeny clit and I begin to moan with pleasure and arch towards his tongue. He places his finger inside me as well and my body begins to tremble. I feel the greatest feeling building inside me and I burst with it. "Dadddddddddddy," I scream out as I orgasm hard, my body rocking back and forth in rhythm with his finger inside me. He looks up at me and smiles slowly. His sexy smile makes my clit swell again wanting him more than ever.

"Now it's time to teach you how to touch a man," he tells me. "Okay Daddy," I nod my head as he pulls me up. "Get on your knees sweetheart." I crouch before him rubbing my breasts on his hard cock on my way down. His big shaft is staring me in the face and I can't help but touch it. "Yes," he says. I start to squeeze it hard. "No, no, no!" he says. "Gently." He guides my hand in a rhythm around his thick cock. "I love the way it feels," I say. "Me too baby." He guides me faster and faster and I can feel it growing even harder and bigger. He takes my hand away. "Good girl. Now open your mouth real wide." I lick my sweet lips and open my mouth as wide as I can as he shoves his big dick into it. My mouth stretches wide to accommodate him. He tells me to suck like I am sucking on a straw and I do and I can taste some cum dripping out, so salty and so sweet. I look up as I keep sucking. My daddy looks so hot as he closes his eyes and enjoys my mouth. I love my daddy so very much!

My daddy looks down to see my face as I suck. He smiles and tells me what a good girl I am. I hope he knows what a good daddy he is. He always gives me everything I want and now he is giving me what I want most.

Daddy takes his cock out of my mouth and tells me to get back on the bed with my back facing up. I do it. He starts to rub his cock on my ass and in between my butt cheeks. You are so cute baby girl he says in amazement...he places his finger at my teeny ass hole and pushes it in. "Oh!" I exclaim. He takes it out. It's too soon for that," he says, "maybe next time." "Turn over."

I turn over, my breasts jiggling as I do. He lies on top of me and kisses me over and over again. I can feel his cock getting so hard against my inner thigh. Then he places his cock at my tiny pussy hole and starts to push in slowly and I feel pain as he rips his way inside me but I still want him more than anything I have ever wanted! He kisses me as he starts to thrust harder. I place my arms tightly around him and wrap my legs around him too, squeezing him deep inside me. Tears are streaming down my cheeks in pain. "Are you okay?" he asks. "Yes," I nod...and I am. As my daddy fucks me harder and faster, the pain starts to dissipate and is replaced by the greatest pleasure I have ever felt. I start to moan and writhe beneath him. "That's it...that's my baby girl...can you feel Daddy's big cock inside you." "Yes Daddy," I shout as my orgasm builds and explodes. I tremble with every wave of pleasure and my tight twat contracts around my daddy's big cock.

Daddy looks down at me as he pumps me hard...his eyes are dark with lust and love and he shoves deeper and deeper into me. "I love this Daddy." "Me too," he says and he starts to go even faster and harder, pounding my small body with his giant rod. "Yes Daddy," I say as my body starts to tremble again. "I'm going to cum inside my little baby." "Yes Daddy, please fill me up with your seed." Daddy tightens up and shoots off like a rocket inside me as I orgasm again. I feel his warm seed shooting inside me. The sensation is amazing and I know I never want it to end.

"Did you like it sweetie?" Daddy asks as he pulls out and lays next to me, scooping me into his arms. "I loved it," I say. Our hearts are still racing and we lay together until the beat returns to normal. "I feel so wet," I say. Daddy looks between my legs. "I made you bleed some, baby." You're so small and since Daddy is so big I tore your tiny cherry." Daddy stares at my cunt for a long time. "It's so perfect and tiny," he says as he caresses it. "It's sore Daddy." He kisses it and then comes up to lay next to me. "All better?" "Yes Daddy," I say, "You make everything better." He kisses me deeply on the mouth again and holds me so tight.

"Um...Daddy? Can we keep doing this?" "Only if you want to," Daddy says. "Well I do want to Daddy, everyday." "Then yes, baby, we can do this everyday." I rest my little head across his broad, strong chest and drift off to sleep, dreaming of my perfect daddy.

A few times, he checked out a patient while I was there. Once, a girl from my school had a minor operation and it was weird seeing her laying there asleep. I thought it was an accident when he opened her gown to check her heart or something and I saw her tits. He saw me looking at them, laughed and said I'd just have to get used to seeing women exposed if I was going to be a doctor. I don't think he noticed that I got a hard-on. He told me not to tell anyone what I'd seen.

But it started happening more often, especially if he was aware that I knew the patient. Like when Mrs. Greene, my history teacher, was in there. She had surgery on the side of her neck for something and had a little bandage there. She was still out and I was standing right next to Dr. Ramsey when he real casually pulled her gown up to her waist! I was standing there looking at my teacher's pussy!

She is probably in her late thirties and nice looking. She's married. She always seemed real quiet and conservative so I was really surprised that her pussy hair was shaved down to just a strip up the middle. The hair was light brown and real curly. Her legs were open a little bit and she didn't have much hair there, so I saw her her cunt real clearly. After a minute, Dr Ramsey pulled the gown back down and gave me a wink.  I knew then that he showed me her pussy on purpose, just to give me a peek at it. I had to go to the bathroom and jack off afterwards. Mrs. Greene never even knew I was there and I get boners in her class all the time now.

We never talked about what he was doing. It was like Dr. Ramsey and I had this understanding. He knew that I'd never tell anyone and ruin the peeks at women I was getting.

Then my mom had to go in for an operation on her wrist. She got that carpal tunnel thing from using her computer at work.

My mom is 42 and a still good looking. I admit I've spied on her a few times when she was getting dressed. But I never really got a good look at her. But at least she never caught me peeking either. Good thing, because she'd have gone nuts!

When the time for her surgery got close, I  kind of casually mentioned it to Dr. Ramsey. He didn't say anything but smiled and winked at me.

Of course, with my typical luck, when I looked at my schedule for the day Mom was having her surgery, I was assigned to pass out magazines up on the patient floors! Shit! So much for my fantasies about getting a peek at her!

But when I reported to the floor I was supposed to work on, the head nurse there said my schedule had been changed. I was supposed to work in the recovery room! I didn't ask how it got changed. I knew Dr. Ramsey had done it.

My Dad was out in the waiting area and wouldn't be allowed to see Mom until she was fully awake. Dr. Ramsey said she'd be given more anesthesia than some other patients and would really be out. He gave me a wink. I had a hard time concealing my hard-on.

One of the nurses in recovery nearly ruined everything by sending me on an errand way on the other end of the hospital. By the time I got back, Mom was out of surgery already and I was afraid that I missed my chance.

But Dr. Ramsey waved me towards him and made some excuse about needing my help with one of the patients. He took me to my Mom's little room.

He didn't hesitate or play any games this time. He closed the door and pulled the sheet down off my unconscious mom. The gown she had on reached halfway down her thighs. It was white with little blue flowers, Her right wrist had like a cast on it. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was sleeping peacefully. He pulled her gown up to her waist and then, with my help, all the way up to her armpits. My unconscious, helpless mother lay naked before my eyes!

I knew she was a 34D because I'd looked at her bras, but her tits looked even bigger as she laid there. Her nipples are maybe two inches across and the teat parts stick up like little finger tips. Her pussy was covered with thick brown hair that was a little darker than the hair on her head. Her slightly open legs gave me my first look at her cunt.

Dr. Ramsey watched me with a funny grin on his face. I'd never touched a patient before but now I took one of my mom's tits in each hand and squeezed them. So soft! The nipples felt like fine leather. Before I knew it, I had my mouth on the left one, sucking it. My hand was actually shaking as I put it on her pussy and found the hair much softer than it looked. Dr. Ramsey opened her legs some for me and I poked around in her slit, found the hole and pushed my finger up into her. I was fingerfucking my mom!

Dr. Ramsey quietly said, “I know what you want and you'd better hurry up!”

As I frantically pulled my pants off, he got Mom's legs further apart. My cock was hard as a rock and throbbing so hard that it actually bounced. I climbed up on the bed, got on top on my mother and tried to stick my cock in her. I'd never had sex before so it took me a minute to get it in the right spot. I finally got in the right position and pushed. As my cock went up her cunt, I think my hair stood on end. That's how great it felt!

I started humping real hard and fast. Mom's tits were jiggling from my pumps. I tried to make it last but it was no use. Real quickly, I started cumming inside her, shooting spurt after spurt, filling her cunt.

I rolled off her, totally done in and my cum started leaking out right away.

I was really surprised to see Dr. Ramsey standing there with his cock out, jerking off. He really had a big one and I felt kind of embarrassed about my smaller dick.

As he began stroking it faster, he moved closer to the bed. He leaned forward over my naked, sleeping mother and began cumming all over her tits. He sighed and gasped as he shot off on her. The last couple little spurts landed on her belly. He took his still dripping cock and put the tip of it between my Mom's slightly open lips and stroked his shaft hard to make the last few drops fall into her mouth.

We just stood there for a minute, looking at her. Her cunt was open and my jizz was dribbling out. Her breasts gleamed with the glaze of Dr. Ramsey's cum.  But she made a slight moan so we had to hurry and clean her up. Otherwise, I think I might have fucked her again.

We worked together and soon had her cleaned up. Dr. Ramsey used a syringe to get most of the cum out of her cunt but couldn't get it all, of course. Before he pulled her gown back down, I reached underneath and stuck my finger up her asshole, just to see what it felt like. It wasn't as tight as I thought it would be, making me wonder if Dad fucked her ass.

I left before she woke up.

From anything I could see, Mom never knew what I did. Afterwards, I was kind of worried because I really didn't know if she was on the pill. I didn't know what I'd do if I'd gotten her pregnant. But a couple weeks later, I overheard her telling my Dad that she had her period so everything was Ok.

Dr. Ramsey and I never talk about what happened with Mom and since then, all I've done is look at women. But if Mrs. Greene or someone else comes in, I might get the chance to do more!

“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, 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 determined 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 watch 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 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 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!”

And I began to stroke in and out, getting faster very quickly and almost with each stroke into her sopping wet pussy she let out a cry. Her hands pulled at my back and her fingers dug into me. She pushed up against me, her back leaving the bed as she thrust up to meet my strokes. Her hands dropped to my ass and she pulled me into her as hard as she could.

The feeling of being inside her was unbelievable. Her young, supple body was so perfect for me that I felt exhilarated like never before. I was in my young sister, fucking her, feeling her hot wet pussy gripping my cock and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.

“Wait!” she gasped, and she raised her legs up over my shoulders, opening her beautiful, hot, wet hungry cunt even more. As I thrust into her she began to tremble and the next two movements into her made her almost scream each time.

And then her fingers were raking my back as she came. She screamed aloud again and I felt my cock become soaked within her as the first huge gush of her juice and cum shot over it. There was so much I thought for a brief second that she was peeing  on me again and then I realised that it was her hot cum enveloping my cock. Her fingers were clawing at my back and again she shot a great quantity of cum over me, buried deep within her. It was enough to take me to the point of no return and even as she  released that second gush of fluid I came myself, spurting  my hot cum into her, once, twice, three times I felt my cock shudder as I sent my creamy spunk deep into her cunt. It was such a tremendous orgasm that I felt my legs and almost my whole body trembling with the ecstasy of  it.

“Yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!” she screamed as her body writhed and jerked  and she  felt my rod deep inside her.

“Oh, fuck, yes! Yes!”

Her eyes were screwed tightly shut and we were both covered with sweat from our passion. Her hair lay damply across one cheek and as she finally began to subside I realised that my back was sore from her fingernails. I started to gently slide back, to withdraw from her, but she let out a guttural “NO!” and gripped my ass again, pulling me into her as she slumped back on the bed, her breath ragged. She slid her legs off my shoulders and lay flat on her back, my own body resting half on her now as I relaxed too.

“Stay there!” she murmured in that guttural growl. “You stay in me! I’ve waited for so long to feel your big cock in me that you’re not moving from there now!”

And we lay, panting, hot, sweaty and I felt her cum and love juices, and my own hot cum, flow against my cock as it slowly subsided within her wet cunt. She began to stroke my back gently, caressing my hips and ribs, up to my neck and back again.

“Oh it feels so good to have you inside me!” she murmured in my ear. “I’ve dreamed of this moment when your hot strong body is next to mine, on top of mine. I love you so much, my brother.”

I managed to pull myself away from her and rolled to lie beside her. I looked into her face, her hair all tousled and damp, and I kissed her gently.

“Sis, you can’t say that. You can’t love me like that. I know you’re not a silly schoolgirl any more, but you just cannot love me that way.”

I paused and she was regarding me seriously and with a tinge of sadness in her eyes.

“Why can’t I?”

“Think about it!” I said with a note of desperation in my voice. “What will happen when we can’t be together? What will happen if I meet a girl and want to have a long, long relationship with her, maybe even marry her and have a family? How will you feel? What will you do?”

There was a silence as she continued to look at me, her fingers now gently tracing along my cheek and round my lips. I thought that perhaps I was beginning to get the message across, that she would stop and think about where this was going, where it could go. And could not.

“Don’t you love me a little bit too?” she whispered in a very small voice.

This was not what I expected at all. I bit back my immediate reaction of ‘no, not like that’ and thought about it.

I remembered our growing up times, visiting our grandparents, Christmases and birthdays. I didn’t think about our parents or anybody else, my thoughts were centred on my sister and me, how we acted together as kids, how we behaved to each other. I recalled summers, bathing in the huge plastic pool Dad used to set up in the garden for us when it was hot. Birthday parties in the garden. I remembered her first ‘love’ and how she’d cried when he’d dumped her, and how I’d tried to comfort her. All these nostalgic reminiscences had one thing in common. The feeling of brotherly love I’d had for my sister, all through our years together.  I looked at her sweet, innocent face now, and without moving my eyes my mind looked at her lovely lithe body, her shapely legs and that wonderful dark area hidden beneath those thin panties.

Did I love her now like I had done all our lives? And with a heart that was fleetingly as heavy as lead, then fluttering with excitement and exhilaration, I admitted silently to myself that no, I did not love her like that now.  My feelings had changed. I loved her as a woman, a lover,  a fantastic sexual partner who had brought me to heights of ecstasy I had never known with any other girl. I wanted to be next her. I wanted to be inside her wet, juicy cunt. I wanted to feel her arms round me, caressing me, stroking my cock, I wanted to see her eyes full of tenderness as she looked at me and know that she was loving me.

She had remained quite silent as I thought all this, just watching me and waiting. I could see in her eyes her own love, this forbidden and dangerous love,  and the trust that had always been there as we had grown up together. The trust that said, ‘ you’re my big brother and you’ll protect me, not hurt me’.  But I could also see  in her eyes the slight fear and worry of what she would hear when I answered her.

Should I end it all now? Should I answer her that I did not and could not love her the way she said she loved me, the way she wanted me to love her? Should I be cruel to be kind, to protect us both? Should I get up from the bed, shower, change, refuse  to be close to her, refuse any sex with her, and turn back from this perilous and dangerous path?

I rolled to lie on top of her again and buried my face against hers. Putting my lips against her ear, I said “Yes, sis, I do love you too. I do love you as a girl, a beautiful, adorable, luscious, desirable girl.

I love you as someone with whom sex is the most fantastic I’ve ever had. Yes, my lovely, adorable little sister, I love you too.”

And her arms went round my back and she held me so tightly I could hardly breathe and I felt her body shudder as she sobbbed once or twice. And I felt relief, and was glad, that I’d admitted the truth and hadn’t tried to hide my true feelings, either from her or myself.  And I knew that now there could definitely be no turning back.

She held me like that for a while, kissing me occasionally.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if you meet someone else,”  she whispered. “I don’t want you to, of course.

I don’t want anyone else. Only you. But…….”  She tailed off, then began again. “I suppose it’s inevitable, isn’t it? Maybe I’ll meet someone too, but I don’t think so. I won’t try. But if you do, you will tell me, won’t you? You won’t try and hide it from me?”

And she pushed me away from her so that she look into my eyes again.

“I’ll tell you,” I promised. She nodded, and then hugged me to her again.

“That sex was so good! I told you I’d cum as soon as you touched me. Now I want more!”

She started to push me down the bed until I was level with her breasts and pulled my head against them. She said nothing but she didn’t need to.

Gently I started kissing one nipple and fondling the other breast with my hand.  My lips and tongue circled round, teasing, feeling, bringing her nipple to an incredible hardness through her bra. My fingers gently rubbed her other breast and nipple producing the same result. She moaned a little as her hands stroked my back.

I eased my hands under and felt for the clasp of the bra. She arched her back to give me room and then it was undone, and I gently drew out the straps on each side as I  slid my hands from under her.  Now her bra was just resting on those gorgeous mounds, those full, firm, round, beautiful breasts and I used my teeth to lift the material gently from her,  and with a quick flip of my head it was gone. In front of me her breasts waited, and my tongue and lips went to them, now feeling their softness yet their firmness as I kissed each one, moving from one to another and back again without ever removing my mouth from her warm flesh.

Her hands were everywhere, stroking, rubbing, caressing me, on my back, my neck, through my hair and the moans were coming more often as I aroused her. Slowly I slid down her body, my kisses and licks now covering her stomach, across to her hips and returning, and lower still, reaching the waistband of those erotic, thin pants.

I stayed outside them, kissing her love mound and relishing the feel of her hot skin through them , smooth as it was with not a vestige of hair.

She started to push up against my mouth and her legs opened, inviting me to lie between them. I moved over to rest between her thighs. My imagination had not played me false:- I could feel their heat on either side of my cheeks as I kissed her thighs, licking, tasting, gently nibbling, moving higher and higher slowly, from one side to the other.

I reached the leg of her pants, licked her hot thigh once more, then  ran my tongue from her hip, down, down, following the line of the leg until I reached the softness of her cunt lips beneath my tongue, then I moved to the other side and did the same thing, never touching further than her lips, full and hot.

She moaned louder and pushed up at me.

“Oh, my brother! My lover! My love!  Lick me! Lick me, please! I want to feel that hot tongue of yours licking me out! Lick my clit and make me cum!”

I allowed my tongue to briefly flash across her panties, just brushing her opening and she gasped.  Using only my tongue I gently probed inside one leg, feeling her hot smooth flesh on my tongue as I explored higher and deeper. Then I had to hold back the leg of her pants with my fingers as my tongue tip found the wet gap between her lips and explored further inside……tasting her juices which were saturating her pants and my tongue and lips. And then I reached her button, her centre of ecstasy and she let out a long guttural groan and heaved up at me. I licked her, back, forth, around, up and down and her body started to writhe to meet my movements.  I felt a gush of her love juices and they tasted divine. And then, as my tongue licked and lapped at her clit, she could hold back no longer and I felt her cum join her love juice on my tongue.

“Uh! Uh! UH! Uhhhhhh!” she gasped and spasmed as she came.

I continued licking at her but she pushed me away.

“No! No! Wait!” she gasped, and lay there, her breasts heaving as she sought to regain her breath. I slid up her body and licked her nipples again but her hands went to cover them and she shook her head breathlessly, her eyes closed tightly.

“My sweet love! I can’t! Wait, please!”

So I lay beside her and watched her and thought,  yes, my beautiful sister, you really are something else! Gone was any lingering doubt about what we were doing. Now I wanted her. I wanted to feel that luscious body next to me, beside me, around me, all the time.

“God, that was nice!” she suddenly murmured.

I lay and watched her, a feeling of contentment inside me as I relived her passionate pleasure in my mind. I wanted to be inside her again. I wanted to fuck her until she was totally exhausted and couldn’t move.  And I wanted to take her in my arms and just hold her, doing nothing, just holding her close to me and feeling her body there.  I loved my sister.

No. I loved my lover.

Her eyes opened and she gazed at me.

“I wondered, I thought, often, how you would be in bed,” she murmured.  “I wondered if you’d jump at the chance to fuck me without a thought, but I guessed you wouldn’t want to. At first. And then I wondered, if you did, would you just fuck me without giving me any pleasure, any satisfaction, any climax? But somehow, I knew you wouldn’t.  I knew I would cum as soon as you were in me. But you’ve given me more pleasure than I ever dreamed of.  Your cock in me, your tongue licking me, it was all just……” she shrugged,  “unbelievable. I love you, my brother!”

And her hands went round me again and she pulled me to her, but gently, tenderly, lovingly.

“I must have a rest,” she giggled softly, “but I hope you’ve got plenty more cum in you, waiting to shoot inside me?”

“I have,” I said. “Plenty. And for you, I think I’ll have a lot. Often. I love you too, sis.”

We kissed and then relaxed, lying beside each other contentedly.

“When you’re ready, I am too,” I said after a while.

“In a minute,” she said. Then, “No. Now!”

She reached down and put her hand inside the opening at the front of my pants, holding my cock which immediately started to rise to the occasion. She extracted it and began to wank me again.

“I want this in my ass!” she said. “I want to feel this sliding inside my ass and filling me, shooting your cream into me! But now take these off, “ she tugged at my pants, “so I can feel your balls against me as you fuck me.”

Between us we pulled them down and I kicked free of them.

“Wait!” she said, took them in one hand and massaged herself between her legs with them. 

“I like it when they’re full of my juice, my cum and yours, “ she said. “You’ll have to shoot into them again for me before we’re finished. But first, me!” She pulled her own pants down and kicked free of them, and for the first time in my adult life I saw my sister naked. My eyes relished her body, ravaged her body, as I drank in her smooth soft skin, her long legs, and as she opened them wide again for me, her smooth love mound and cunt lips, wet, gleaming in the light from her own juices and cum.

She pulled at me and rolled me on top of her and I could feel the heat of her thighs once more as I lay between them. She raised those beautiful legs and grasped her own ankles, her cunt now open and so inviting in front of me, so wet and hot that I wanted to thrust my cock, hard again now, into her and pound her into a frenzy. But her rosebud was also there, and my cock twitched and strained harder as she used her fingertips to collect some of her own juice and moistened  the crease between her cheeks and her small round rosebud.

Her eyes gleamed with expectation and her voice was low, husky and sexy.

“Fuck my ass!” she  said. “ I want that lovely hard rod of your flesh in my ass! Fuck me, my lovely brother!”

I hesitated.

“Have you done this before?” I asked her.

“Once or twice,” she answered. “Have you?”

I nodded. “Once. But she didn’t like it.”

“I do!” my sister urged. “I do!  I love to feel my ass full and stretched, and I love the feel of cum shooting in me! But now I want to feel your cock and your cum there!”

I guided  my cock towards her ass, rubbed the tip between her cheeks, then eased up to her rosebud. She murmured, deep in her throat and spread her lovely legs wider. Slowly I thrust my hips forward and I felt her rosebud give as my length started to slide into her.  Her passage was even tighter than her soft wet cunt, and  I knew that it would only take a few movements from me  before I would have to cum. I slid into her, further, further and she moaned and gasped and tried to push back against me, urging me further in.  My cock was now buried deep in her, up to the hilt, and  I could feel the softness of her cheeks against my balls as I paused.  She looked up at me, her eyes shining.

“Yes!” she breathed. “I love it! I can feel that huge shaft in me! It’s gorgeous! Now fuck my hole!”

“Sis, I won’t be able to wait long,” I said. “You’re so beautiful and hot and tight round my cock,  I love being deep in your asshole, but as soon as I move, I shall cum.”

“Good!” she growled, “ but fuck me hard! Hard! Pound into me even if it’s only two or three times!”

I put my hands round her hips and pulled her against me and maybe my cock slid another few millimetres into her, but then I stroked, fast, hard, very hard, my hips banging against the backs of her thighs and ass cheeks as she held her legs up, open wide. My balls slapped against her ass too, and that feeling, her tightness, heat and the sensation of her muscles gripping me as I thrust at her was too much. Three times I pounded my length into my sister’s incredible ass and I could wait no longer and with a groan I stayed deep in her and let my hot cream spurt out and fill her back passage. The wetness from my cum made me want to stroke more, and as I pulled back a little I felt my cock lubricated deliciously by my own cum and pounded at her again twice more, sliding easily in her now, which produced another spasm from my rod and one last gush of cum into her.

She had moaned and gasped with each of my thrusts and as she felt my hot cream enter her she let out small, guttural cries of ‘Oh! Oh! Oh!’.

Completely spent, I gently eased back and withdrew from her. She allowed her legs to fall on either side of me, then moved them together, gripping me between them as she writhed and wriggled on the bed below me.

“So NICE!” she murmured again. “I’m so full of your cum, it’s amazing! I can feel it in me now! Hot! It’s just gorgeous!”

I managed to squeeze from between her legs and flopped on the bed beside her.

“Yes,” I agreed somewhat breathlessly. “Nice! Your ass is lovely! That was just heavenly!”

“Mmmmmmm!” she said and rolled to face me, her arms going round me and pulling me close to her.

“Love you, love you, love you!” she said.

I stroked her hair as I lay, recovering.

“I think,” I said, “that we should have a rest for a while. What about some coffee?”

She nodded. “Good idea. I’ll make some. But only if you promise……”

She tailed off and looked at me mischievously.

“Promise what?” I asked warily.

“To fuck me, suck me, wank me with your fingers, lick me, fuck my ass, and do everything  again. All weekend.”

I nodded. “Yes, I want it too, sis. I want you very much, even now when I’m already spent.”

It was her turn to nod.

“Sis,” I said seriously, “You’re not going to breathe a word of this to anyone, are you? Not even your best friend?”

“Huh! If I told her it’d be all over town in five minutes! No! You’re my secret! Now I can think about, no, now I can remember the feel of your cock in my pussy, your tongue licking my cunt and clit, your big, hot cock in my ass! Now I don’t have to imagine it! I can remember it whenever I want. No, I shan’t breathe a word to anyone.”

“You promise?” I asked again.

“I promise. And you?”

“Sis, I promise. If anyone ever found out, we’d be in such trouble….my God, I don’t want to think about it!”

She noddeed seriously. “Not a word. From either of us. Okay, let’s go and have a drink of something. And maybe a bite, too.”

She rolled off the bed, pulled on her pants again and winked at me. “If your hot cum leaks out of me, I want it to keep it in my pants,” she said,  “so I can feel it, smell it, taste it if I want! And put yours on again.”

I did, and we went downstairs to the kitchen.

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The weekend went so fast I wouldn’t have believed it. We sucked, licked, fucked, stroked, wanked, kissed, and then fucked again without stopping, except to regain our strength after each incredible, ecstatic bout of sex. She got her toys and we used them on each other.  The time my hard cock was rammed into her cunt and she thrust her dildo into my hand and told me to fuck her ass with it at the same time, she cried out so loudly as she climaxed that I was sure somebody must be able to hear her. But the windows and door were closed and I smothered her lips with mine to quieten her screams of ecstasy. The  TV remained off,  we didn’t go out,  we ate occasionally, she put some CDs on while we fucked,  but apart from that it was just an entire weekend of  unbridled, rampant, non-stop incestuous sex.

Finally, late Sunday afternoon, we tidied the place up before our parents returned. With one final, last bout of sex,  in which we first licked and sucked each other everywhere, caressed and wanked each other before I pounded her ass again, withdrawing in time to roll her over and enter her wet cunt for one delicious last climax that shot so much cum into her it leaked out of her pussy and onto her thighs which she then proceeded to collect in her pants again, we had to admit that any more would be too dangerous and we showered, dressed, changed the bedclothes and  by the time our parents walked in the door we were sitting demurely in front of the TV, watching a movie.

And of course, after that, it became so difficult, so frustrating  for us both that we took every tiny opportunity to pleasure each other.  If we were in and our parents were out, even for just half an hour shopping, we had sex. At night we usually managed to sneak a quick rub, often enough to orgasm, as we passed each other on the way in or out of the bathroom.  The very fact that we had our secret was enough to make us both want to be with each other, touch each other, fuck each other, all the more. But opportunities were not many, or often, and we made sure we took full advantage of them. And that included the car. Not so comfortable, but we managed once or twice.

Some three weeks after that weekend, in which time we’d managed to fuck each other in a real, unhurried way at home maybe four or five times, I picked up Sis from work in the car one Friday evening and brought her home with me. So, unusually, we both walked in the front door together. Mum and Dad greeted us in their usual perfunctory, but nonetheless affectionate way, and Dad said, “You’ve both got a letter. Same one, it looks like.”

As I was last in I was next to the hall table where post was left. Sure enough, there were two letters, one for me and one for Sis. Both white business envelopes, printed name and address. Local postmark, dated yesterday. I flipped over the envelopes but there was nothing to indicate where they’d come from. Sis came back into the hall to collect hers and looked at it disinterestedly.

“Some sort of crap, probably,” she muttered. She took it with her as she went upstairs to her room. I did the same, thinking that it could wait until I’d showered and changed, whatever it was.

I had just stripped off my shirt and jeans when there was a knock at the door and without waiting for an invitation it was opened and Sis ran into the room. She closed the door behind her and stared at me. She was trembling from head to foot and as white as a sheet.

“Have you opened that letter?” she asked in a hoarse whisper.

I shook my head.

“Open it!”

“Sis, what is it? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost! What’s the matter?”

“Open the fucking letter!” she screamed in that same hoarse whisper.

I grabbed it from the bedside table and ripped it open. Sis had come to sit on the bed beside me and I could feel her trembling.  She  was holding a sheet of paper and she thrust it at me. There was a single sheet of plain white paper in my envelope. The paper had two lines of print on it, no heading, no signature. I read it, then looked at her paper. They were identical.  Sis and I stared at each other.

“Oh fuck!” I said.

I put my arm round her and held her tightly as she started to cry. The letters read:-

I know you’ve been having sex with each other. I’ll be in touch.

 *****