face="times new roman,times,serif">"Where did you go tonight anyway" she said crawling into her sleeping bag slightly embarrassed

Amy lent over to her sister and told her what she had done earlier. She could see her story was affecting Jenn and decided to see what would happen.

Amy had always found Jenn attractive even though she never told anyone. She first realized how she felt about her sister when she noticed how wet her pussy was when Jenn walked into her room one night back home wearing only a t-shirt and pink panties wanting to borrow some moisturizer.                                                                                                

Jenn couldn’t believe how horny she was becoming imagining her sister getting fucked and sucking cock

“This isn’t right, I cant get turned on by my sister, its not right” she thought “But…know one needs to know that I’m horny, how could anyone find out..”

Her pussy was tingling and needed to be touched, Jenn moved her hand slowly down under her sleeping bag until she reached her wet panties. She slipped one finger under the waist band and ran it up the entire length of her pussy. She slipped another finger under and probed her clit with it

“uhh” she moaned out loud by accident

Amy looked over at her sister and noticed her hands moving beneath the sleeping bag

“Looks like someone else needs a release huh?” she said and with that she kissed her sister softly on the lips for a good 30 seconds. Amy unzipped her sister’s sleeping bag and placed her hand on Jenns dripping panties. She squeezed her pussy gently and started rubbing slowly through the fabric. Amy sat up and lifted Jenns t-shirt off over her head exposing her sister’s breasts and lowered her head taking one nipple with a fair sized amount of soft skin into her mouth. She licked round the nipple whilst rubbing her own pussy.

Jenn groaned and lay back as Amy lowered her panties. Amy stopped for a few seconds just to look at her sister’s bald pussy.

“Fuck your beautiful” she said then licked the whole length of her pussy. She stuck two fingers in Jens pussy and stroked her own pussy with the other.

“Oh god” moaned Jenn “That feels so good”

Amy sped up her licking and fingering, she focused the licking at Jenns clit

“Oh god Amy, yeah that’s it. I’m nearly there”

Amy sat up and climbed onto her sister in the 69 position

“Start licking Jenn” she said  “I want to soak your face”

They both started licking each other and fingering each other. They were moaning loudly but they didn’t care. If their own parents walked in they wouldn’t care let alone one of their friends.

Jenn was incredibly turned on because she realised how dirty she was being as she felt her sisters tits on her stomach.

OH FUUCKKK” screamed jenn cumming hard all over Amys face       . Amy orgasmed as soon as she felt jenns juices engulf her mouth.

They collapsed on top of each other exhausted and fell asleep with their sweat and juce covered bodies glowing and pressed together, 6 hours later they were woken by another scout…….

Part three will appear in group stories. Thanks to the reviews given on part one in ‘teens’. Iv kept all the reviews in mind as I wrote this one. Iv had an idea which is that I’m going to put a part of this story in every section of this site so let me now if you think this is a good idea and your thoughts of the story so far. Second story is over

 

 

 still warm inside the house and when Rachel came downstairs after getting ready for bed, she was only wearing a nightie and panties. Grandpa was watching the TV and didn't mind one bit when Rachel came and sat on his lap. She squirmed a little to get comfortable, her cute ass moving against his groin. He felt a stirring there, a sudden wave of lust that took him by surprise. His cock began to stiffen in his pants, almost against his will. He felt the hard flesh pushing against her. His mouth was dry and he felt a little breathless. She didn't seem to notice, her eyes fixed on the TV. He moved a little beneath her, felt his cock rub against her.

'You okay there, sweetheart?' He asked, moving a hand around her waist, close to the swell of her young breast. She wasn't wearing a bra. He began to stroke her gently with his fingers, his fingertips brushing against her nipple through the thin cotton of her nightdress. When she did not resist or question his actions he gently squeezed her nipple, feeling it stiffen beneath his touch.

'That feel good, honey?'

She nodded, not looking away from the TV. He could hardly believe this was happening. His cock was straining in his pants, so hard it hurt. He felt he had crossed whatever line he should not cross. He began to rock her gently, moving her young body against him, his breathing shallow. She seemed to enjoy the motion, moving with him, his dick pushing up between the crack of her ass. His other hand stroked her thigh, moving up beneath her nightdress, fingertips finding the soft cotton of her panties. He probed her gently, then his fingers teased the material aside, finding a covering of soft hair and her cunt lips, which were moist to his touch.

'You're my sweet girl,' he whispered into her ear. 'You like that honey?' He asked again, and again she nodded. By now he was fit to burst and gently eased her from his lap and removed her panties. She never said a word, but let him sit her down while knelt before her. She opened her legs and let him lick her there, his hot tongue probing her young cunt. He pulled her to him and lifted her legs so he could caress her asshole with his mouth, forcing his tongue into her. She squirmed and giggled, pulling her nightdress over her head, her firm young breasts crowned with hard, red nipples. He moved up her, undoing his pants, releasing his cock. His mouth ravaged her breasts, sucking and licking while his cock pushed against her virgin cunt. He entered her a little, then withdrew, held back by some restraint, some last thread of reason. He wormed a finger into her tight asshole, his mouth at last finding hers, then he was up and standing before her. He took her head in his hands and guided her mouth to his cock, rubbing pre-cum over her lips.

'Suck it now, sweetheart. There's a good girl.' She was unsure, but he pushed it against her young lips until she opened her mouth. 'Suck it gently now, sweetheart.' Her tongue flicked across his engorged head, teasing the slit. 'Just like sucking on a lolly, darling.' He pulled the foreskin back and forth until he could stand it no more. His cum exploded into her mouth, ran down her chin onto her breasts.

She was smiling up at him.

'That was fun!' She said.

'Well, let's get you cleaned up before mom and dad get home. And not a word to anyone . . .'

y bad fights, just the usual occasional argument. But as we’d gotten older, we hadn’t spent as much time together.

There was another reason, too. Over the last couple of years, since Anna had started to fill out, I’d started fantasizing about her, lusting after her. She was quite attractive. About 5'2, she was half a foot shorter than me, and had a very petite build. She had long and wavy brown hair that accented her slender neck and matched her gorgeous brown eyes. Her legs and belly were firm and toned from years of dance and gymnastics. Her breasts were small (I’m guessing a B cup), but firm and perky, and sometimes I could see her nipples sticking out through her shirts. And her ass... my god, her ass. The cutest ass I’d ever seen! Small and round, firm and cute, it stuck out just a tiny bit when she walked, making my heart go pit-pat, and making other parts of my body do less poetic things. Because of all of this, and because of the feelings I had, I often got nervous when trying to talk to her. I didn’t want to accidentally give away my feelings, or who knows what trouble I might have gotten into. I knew I couldn’t try anything, because she was my sister. I wouldn’t do anything, unless I got some sign that she wanted it too. Fat chance of that... until that morning.

Since I didn’t really have anything planned for the day except chilling out at home, instead of getting dressed after I took a shower, I just threw on a pair of boxers. The weather was getting hotter, and I don’t really like being sweaty, at least not when it is because of the temperature. I did this fairly often when I was just slumming around at home, and it had never been a problem before. I was walking down the hallway when I felt a cool draft from the air conditioning vent. I decided to stand there and enjoy it for a minute, so I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes.

I opened them about 30 seconds later, to see Anna staring at me. It looked like she had just recently gotten up, because she was still in her pajamas, which consisted of loose soft pants and a thin t-shirt. The direct link between my penis and my brain noticed that she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, because I could vaguely see the impression of her nipples against the fabric of the shirt. She was staring at me, wide-eyed, not saying a word. My first thought was, oh shit, I bet I’m hanging out of my boxers, how embarrassing. I glanced down nervously, but the troops were still in line, nothing visible. But I followed her line of sight, and realized with some shock that my boxers were definitely what she was staring at. Specifically, the bulge in them. It didn’t make sense. My sister had seen me wearing only my boxers many times before. Then I realized that the boxers I was wearing were pretty old, and smaller than most of the others I wore, which were usually pretty loose. My bulge was definitely more apparent when I wore these. I decided to say something to her.

"Hey, Anna, don’t stare too hard, huh? You’ll burn holes through it." I joked. She smiled nervously and blushed eleven shades of red, but didn’t stop looking. I realized immediately that this might, just might, be the chance I had been waiting for. But I needed to get her to actually admit to what she was doing, before I could try to proceed further. Otherwise, if I was wrong about what she was staring at, I could get in serious trouble. I tried a different tack.

"Anna, seriously, what are you staring at?" This time I got a reaction. She stopped staring, but she had a shy look on her face, and couldn’t look me in the eye.

"Sorry, Joe. Don’t be mad. I was, um, I was looking at, well... I can really see your, um, your package. Please don’t be mad." She was very embarrassed and shy, pleading with me not to get angry. This was totally different from her usually confident and slightly pushy personality. I wondered if this was why she had never had a boyfriend, even though she was so pretty. Maybe she was just really shy when it came to sexual topics.

"I’m not mad, Anna, but I don’t really get it. You’ve seen me in my boxers plenty of times before, and you never had this reaction." Of course, I knew the real reason why she had noticed this time, but I wanted to hear what she had to say, wanted to keep her talking about it.

"Well, I guess I saw it before, but never, you know, really looked. Like the difference between just hearing and actually listening..." She was staring at it again. "It looks a lot bigger than I thought it would be."

"Oh really? And how much time did you spend thinking about how big it would be?" I teased her, and her shy smile grew.

"You know what I mean. Bigger than it seemed like other times that I saw you wearing just your boxers." I decided to press further.

"Have you ever actually seen one?" She blushed furiously.

"No, not a real one. I’ve seen pictures on the internet and stuff, plus the crap pictures they show in sex-ed. And my friends have told me about what they are like. And, like, I saw Toby’s when I was in fourth grade." Toby was a guy who had gone to elementary school with her. "But his looked silly, like a little floppy worm." She giggled. "Not like yours. Yours looks like it’s probably pretty thick. Like... I don’t know, like Toby’s was a toy and yours is all business."

I laughed. "Very poetic, Anna." Hearing her talk about how thick my penis looked was, of course, only making it bigger. It was pressing against my boxers, trying to escape. The only thing that saved it from springing loose on its own was the fact that I had twisted the boxers ever so slightly, so that the fly hole was not directly lined up in the front. Only compounding the issue was the fact that I could now clearly see the impression of her nipples against her shirt, and since it was a warm day, the only likely cause was that she was getting turned on. She walked a little closer to me, looking me in the eyes this time.

"Is it big?" She seemed genuinely curious. I decided to be honest.

"It isn’t huge, or anything. Guys like to make jokes about their ‘nine inch monster,’ but the truth is that extremely few men have a penis that size. But yes, mine gets decently large." I had measured (doesn’t everybody?) and mine maxed out at a quite respectable 7 inches. A bolder guy would have whipped it out right then and there, but I am a pretty cautious individual, and wanted to make absolutely sure that she was into it.

"Would you... would you maybe let me see it?" I gaped at her. This was too easy! She mistook my surprised look for displeasure and scrambled to explain herself. "I mean, I just feel a little silly being sixteen and never having seen one. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. Please, I promise I wouldn’t tell anyone."

I smiled and gently caressed her hair. I figured the more it seemed like I was going along with her idea, the less likely it was that I would get in trouble. "Okay, I guess, just this once, I could let you look."

By now I was at full mast, and pretty much desperate to pull it out anyway. But before I could even do anything, Anna grabbed my boxers and pulled them down in one quick movement. I shouldn’t have been surprised. This was actually more in line with her usual confident personality; once she decides what she wants, she just goes for it. She had made pulling down my boxers a full body motion, so that by the time they were down, her face was right at the level of my fully erect penis.

She gasped almost comically, and her eyes got really big. "That goes inside of people?!"

I laughed. "That’s what it’s for." She seemed mesmerized. Then, another shock, she suddenly grasped it around the middle with her right hand. I could feel the soft skin of her palm, the tender but firm grip of her small fingers, and my cock twitched.

"It’s so hard, but the skin is so soft. I’ll bet it’s really sensitive," she whispered. With the index finger of her other hand, she traced a gentle line across the head. An insane thought crossed my mind, that her nail polish clashed terribly with the color of my cockhead. What? I needed to pay attention to what was going on.

"Oh, jeez, I’m sorry," she said suddenly, removing both hands, and looking very sheepish. "I just got carried away."

"No, that’s alright, I don’t mind. You can touch it if you want to." I flashed her a winning smile. Don’t mind? What an understatement! In my head I was doing a little dance of happiness. She immediately returned her right hand to its grasping position.

"Thanks for letting me do this." My grin threatened to reach the ends of my face. Very slowly, she began to pump her hand up and down. "I think you have a very nice one," she whispered, barely audible. My heart was beating at a hundred miles an hour. She tenderly ran her left index finger down the ridge at the base of my cockhead, and continuing down the full length of the shaft. I shuddered at the sensation, and the tip moistened itself with a couple glistening drops of precum.

"Hey, that’s precum, isn’t it?" I stared at her, incredulous.

"You seem to know an awful lot about this."

"Just because I’ve never done this before doesn’t mean that I don’t know anything about it," she pouted. "I’m not dumb you know."

"Sorry."

"So, am I right? It’s precum, right?" I nodded. She was staring directly at the head. "I’m gonna try something," she said, quickly and almost under her breath. I could barely hear her. "Don’t be mad, okay?" Before I could even react, she brought her face up to my dick and, with quick flick of her tongue, licked the precum off the tip.

Now it was my turn to gasp loudly. And only a small part of it was from how good it felt; mostly it was surprise. Anna immediately backed a few feet away and sort of cowered on the floor. She started babbling what sounded like a long and confused sentence.

"I’m sorry, Joe, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, well I mean I did mean to, but I’m sorry, please don’t be mad, I just really wanted to try it and see what it was like, and now you’re gonna be mad at me, please don’t be mad at me, please don’t tell Mom and Dad, I’m sorry –" I walked over to her, put my hand on her shoulder, and got her to stand up, cutting off the flow of her words by placing a finger on her lips and saying "shhh." She looked at me, tears just beginning to well up in her eyes, and let out a final, whispered "I’m sorry." I put one hand on each of her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes.

"First of all," I said firmly, "we can’t ever tell anyone about any of this. Do you understand?" She nodded nervously. I felt a little silly lecturing her while she was dressed and I was naked, especially because we were standing so close that my erect penis was pressing against her. "Second, I’m not angry with you. Not even a little." She seemed visibly relieved. "I was just really surprised. I didn’t expect you to do that."

"I didn’t expect me to do that either." She blushed a little. "I mean, you’re my brother and everything. But I wanted to see what it was like. You didn’t mind?"

"It was very nice." She smiled a little. "And it looked very sexy." I chose my next words very carefully. "I would love it if you did it some more." She looked at me, with just the slightest hint of a coy smile.

"You mean, give you a blowjob?" She seemed to be seriously considering it.

"Only if you really want to. I don’t want to force you into it." My heart was racing. She smiled sweetly.

"I think it could be fun. I don’t really know how, but you could teach me, right?" I nodded, breathlessly. "And I know that you would never hurt me or anything. Plus, you wouldn’t go bragging to all your friends about it and give me a bad reputation..." She looked me over, and now I could definitely see a naughty smile on her face. "And besides, I can tell that you want it really bad." I stammered uselessly, and she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "I’ll do it," she said, with a matter-of-fact calmness that seemed almost out of place.

She knelt down in front of my dick, and once again grasped it with one hand. "It is a very nice one," she said softly. I could feel her moist warm breath. Slowly, tentatively, her tongue touched the tip. First a couple of small licks, really no more than just touching the tip of her tongue to my cock. Then a few larger and more confident licks. She kissed the tip, and a few places on the shaft.

"You know," she said, looking up at me, "there’s no way that I can put that whole thing in my mouth." I guess she didn’t know as much about it as she thought she did.

"Don’t worry about it. Most girls don’t put the whole thing in their mouth. That’s called ‘deepthroating,’ and it’s a lot harder to do," I explained. She looked up at me, a little confused, still holding onto my cock with one hand.

"How am I supposed to do it, then?"

"Think about how you would suck on a popsicle. You wouldn’t put the whole thing in your mouth at once, or you would choke. You can lick all parts of it, or you can suck on the end of it. Try to be creative... you know, make it sexy. Just don’t bite it."

"Alright, I’ll do my best. But keep in mind, it’s my first time doing it, I might not be so good at it." She looked up at me, and I could see the eagerness in her eyes. She really wanted to do it right. She kissed the tip again, but this time, instead of breaking the kiss, she opened her lips slightly, and slowly let the head enter her mouth. The warm smooth surface of her lips felt like heaven against the flesh of my cock. While it was in her mouth, her lips formed a tight and pulsing seal, while she rubbed her tongue against the tip. Then, slowly, she removed it from her mouth. Once it was out, she deftly swirled her tongue around the head a couple of times. I realized that I hadn’t taken a breath in nearly half a minute.

"Am I doing a good job?" she asked.

"Absolutely amazing. Jesus, Anna, is that how you eat a popsicle?"

"That’s how I eat a sexy popsicle," she replied, winking at me, and then she got back to work. This time, she started at the base of the shaft, and wetly ran her tongue all the way up the length of it. Reaching the head, she teased it by flicking her tongue on it, and then swallowed the head again. She started moving her head gently up and down, all the while her tongue sliding smoothly against it. The sensation was amazing. I put one hand on her shoulder to brace myself, otherwise I think I might have fallen over. With the other hand I slowly caressed her hair.

After about a minute, she tried to get more of my cock into her mouth, and managed to fit about 3 inches of it before I felt the tip hit the back of her mouth. She had such a small mouth, she was never going to be able to deepthroat anyone. But that didn’t matter, she more than made up for that with creativity and enthusiasm. She tried to get more in, and I felt her gag.

"Hey, Anna, don’t hurt yourself. It feels fantastic just from what you were doing before." She took my advice, and retreated back to having only 2 or 3 inches in her mouth. She went on licking and sucking for a couple of minutes.

"Oh god, Anna, I’m gonna cum soon," I warned. She stopped sucking for a moment and looked up at me.

"I wanna try to swallow it. Guys like that, right?" I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! My little sister wanted to swallow my cum? None of my girlfriends had ever even done that.

"Oh yeah, guys love that. But be careful not to choke on it, there’s gonna be more than you expect," I managed to croak out through my now very heavy breathing. She went back to sucking, and withing a minute I started to cum.

I’m always pretty quiet when I cum (probably from years of masturbating in my room, which is right next to Anna’s room, training myself not to shout out so that she wouldn’t hear me), and this time was no exception. But the feeling was incredible, like somebody was wrenching my entire body and soul out of me through my cock. I could feel stream after stream of my cum shooting into Anna’s mouth. What’s more, I could feel her throat muscles working to swallow as much as she could. But as I had suspected, it was too much for her. The edge of her mouth opened as she started to choke a little, and thick white cum spilled out onto her lips and chin, and then down onto her shirt.

I finished cumming, and my body tingled all over, but she wasn’t done yet. She swallowed what was left in her mouth, then proceeded to lick all over my cock, to get any that was left. Once that was done, she slowly licked her lips to get the remaining cum. She tried a couple of times to reach the cum on her chin with her tongue, but it was too far to reach, so she wiped it off with her fingers, and then sucked it off of them. This was too much. It was so fucking hot! Seeing her do all that was almost better than cumming. Almost. I had to sit down... basically I collapsed against the wall and then slid down to the floor, never once taking my eyes away from her.

She seemed to emerge from a daze, and looked at me innocently. "Did you like it?"

"My god, Anna, that was absolutely, no question, the hottest thing I have ever seen. Bar none. And it felt awesome. Man, that was sooo hot..." I was literally breathless from the entire business, but I still managed to be surprised by her reaction to what I’d said. She giggled and blushed shyly. What the hell? She was still feeling embarrassed? Whatever, it was her first time. I felt unbelievably good, and I wanted to return the favor, but I wasn’t quite sure how to initiate it. Then suddenly, I got an idea.

"Oh, hey, you’ve got some on your shirt," I pointed out to her. There was, in fact, quite a bit of my cum spilled onto her shirt, most of it on her breasts. Her clothes sense kicked in immediately.

"Oh no, is it going to leave a stain?" she asked. Of course, I knew it wouldn’t, but I decided a little white lie couldn’t hurt, and might even help.

"It might, if you don’t wash it out soon. Here, come into the bathroom," I said, standing up. "I’ll help you wash it out." She got up, and we walked towards the bathroom. As we walked, she slipped an arm around my waist, and leaned her head against me. This is going to be a piece of cake, I thought to myself. We got into the bathroom, and she started to wet a washcloth. "Hold on," I said. "This will be easier if you take the shirt off." She took it off instantly. Strangely, at that moment I don’t think she even thought of the sexual implications. She just wanted to clean her favorite pajama shirt. Girls...

Now, for the first time, Anna’s cute little breasts were exposed to me. They were gorgeous. Firm and round, with small pink nipples that stuck up perkily. Her nipples were quite hard, and looked perfectly suckable. Patience, Joe, patience, I told myself. She put the shirt in the sink and turned on the water, as I stood behind her. While she began to rinse it, I placed my hands on the sides of her body, just below her breasts. I heard her breathe in sharply, but she continued to clean the shirt. Slowly, smoothly, I cupped a perfect little breast in each hand, and began to very lightly massage them. She sighed audibly, and I moved myself closer, pressing my body against hers. My massaging got a little firmer, and although I hadn’t even touched her cute pink nipples yet, she was already breathing heavily.

"What are you doing?" she managed to ask. She was still trying to wash the shirt, but she wasn’t really paying attention to it anymore.

"You made me feel so good. I’m just trying to return the favor."

"Oh, Joe, that’s alright, you don’t need to-oooh!" Her last word turned into a moan as I simultaneously brushed my fingertips across both of her nipples. I could tell that they were very sensitive, and I started to rub them softly. She wasn’t even trying to wash the shirt anymore. I moved my head to whisper in her ear.

"You know, it’s really a shame that you’re standing like this, otherwise I wouldn’t be limited to using my hands." I flicked my tongue against her earlobe to make it obvious what I meant. Almost immediately, she turned around. She had a pleading look in her eyes. I moved my mouth down to one of her nipples and breathed a warm breath onto it. I kissed the skin around it, without actually touching it.

"Please, stop teasing," she whispered.

"What about your shirt?" I smirked at her. She looked at me for a moment.

"What about my shirt?" and arched her chest out towards me. I flicked my tongue against her nipple, and then gave it a couple of slow wet licks. She moaned, and arched her chest even more. Using my other hand to slowly rub the other nipple, I began to suck on the first one, alternating between just sucking on it and teasing it with my tongue. Her hands were on the back of my head, at first just holding it gently, but soon she was practically shoving my head down onto her tit, moaning softly.

"This is so nice," she said softly. She was mumbling and whispering about how nice it was, just barely loud enough for me to hear her. She said something that made me start for a second, but it was so quiet that it could have been my imagination: "It must be nice to be your girlfriend." Then, back at a normal speaking volume, she said "Is this how I made you feel? When I gave you a blowjob?" I unlatched my mouth from her nipple and smiled at her.

"Not even close, sweetness. What you did felt much more intense than this."

"What was it like?"

"Well, come on Anna, you’ve masturbated before, right?" She nodded. "And you’ve made yourself cum from doing it, right?" Again she nodded. "Well, when someone else makes you cum, it feels like that, but a hundred times better."

"Really?" She seemed excited by the concept. She stared into my eyes with a desperately wanton gaze. "Do you think..." she said softly, "do you think maybe you could –"

"Shhh," I said, touching a finger to her lips, and smiling. I kissed her forehead. "You don’t even have to ask." Without speaking, I led her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. At the edge of her bed, I moved her hands to the waistband of her pajama pants, and motioned for her to take them off. She pulled down her pants and her panties together and kicked them off, leaving her totally naked and beautiful in front of me. I grabbed her and held her close to me, kissing her neck, and then sucking it gently. One of my hands slowly snaked its way down her side, over her belly, and ever nearer to her pussy. I lay her down on the bed and kissed her belly, then took my first good look at her adorable little pussy. It was perfect, untouched by anyone except her. It looked extremely tight. And surprisingly, it was shaved clean. I ran my fingers over the mound and she hissed lightly in pleasure. With one finger, I traced along the tight slit, from top to bottom and back. I pushed my finger in ever so slightly, not even up to the first knuckle, then withdrew it. Then I pushed it in a tiny bit further, and then withdrew it again. While tight, she was very wet. She was also starting to squirm under my touch.

I bent down and kissed first the top of her pussy and then the opening. I ran my tongue up and down the slit, and she squealed happily. Her legs wrapped tightly around my neck, and I saw that she was rubbing her nipples. Slowly, I inserted my tongue into her pussy, and I spent several minutes tasting the inside of her, occasionally removing my tongue from her pussy to tease her little clit with it. She was moaning loudly now, first my name, and then just loud sounds of pleasure. Pushing my tongue in deeper, I used one hand to rub on her clit. Now she wasn’t just moaning; her entire body was bucking against me. Her moans turned to loud shouts, and increased the rhythm of my licking and rubbing.

"Oh god, Joe, I’m cumming! Yes! Yes!" she screamed, and her second cry of ‘yes’ turned into a shriek of pure pleasure as she was gripped by her orgasm. Her back arched spasmodically, and I felt a gush of wetness. After a moment she collapsed back down onto the bed, eyes closed and breathing hard. I licked her clean, then moved up on the bed so that I was lying next to her. Her eyes were still closed, and her face was flushed. I kissed her on the cheek, and her eyes opened. She hugged me and rested her head on my shoulder, and I felt her little breasts pressing against my bare chest.

"Oh, Joe... Thank you so much," she whispered. "I’ve never felt it like that before." She looked into my eyes. "Thank you."

"I love you," I confessed. She did not respond with words. She just kissed me. First gently, and then fiercely. I nibbled on her lower lip and she pressed her body against me. Parting her lips with my tongue, I explored her mouth, and she reciprocated. When our kiss ended, we simply lay together, holding each other, for several minutes.

"Hey, Joe," she said.

"Hey, gorgeous," I replied. She smiled, and gestured downward with her eyes.

"You’re hard again." Indeed, I was. I hadn’t even noticed. I’d been so consumed by a flood of emotions that a little thing like being unbelievably horny had managed to escape my notice. My cock was fully hard again, and pressing against her.

"I guess I am." She bit her lower lip pensively, and thought for a moment. Then she looked into my eyes.

"Joe... make love to me."

"What? Anna, are you sure?" I asked, almost not willing to believe the wonderful turn of events that had gotten us here.

"Please. I love you. And you’re the only one I trust. You would never hurt me." The honesty and trust in her expression was touching. "You don’t have to worry about getting me pregnant. Mom’s had me on the pill for almost a year." She smiled. "Dad doesn’t know about it, or he’d freak out. He thinks it’s another dumb vitamin supplement that she’s giving me. Plus, it’s the safe part of the month."

"And you’re sure this is what you want?" Again, I know that many guys would have been full steam ahead, but like I said, I am a cautious fellow. This time it wasn’t honesty or trust that I saw on Anna’s face, but pure lust.

"Yes. Fuck me. Make me cum again." She moved her face close to mine. "Fuck your little sister. I want it so bad. I want to be yours." That was more than enough for me. I kissed her tenderly and lay her on her back. I was poised over her body, and she looked so ready, so willing, and so vulnerable.

"You’re a virgin," I said. It was not a question. She nodded, a little nervous. I caressed her breast. "Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle."

"I know. I trust you." I placed the head of my cock at the wet entrance to her pussy, rubbing the head against the slit. She whimpered, and I started to push it in. She was tighter than any girl that I’d ever had before, not that I’d had too many. The head popped in and she gasped. She was so warm, so wet. I pushed further, and I felt the walls of her eager virgin pussy clinging at my cock. I could feel that I had reached her hymen, so I stopped my progress, and looked at her for a moment.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"It feels so big. How much of it is in me?" she said breathlessly.

"Only a little more than half of it." Her eyes got big.

"Please, put the rest in. The suspense is too much." I could see that she was afraid, but she was ready.

"This might hurt a little, but only for a moment." I looked her in the eyes. "I love you." I thrust myself into her, breaking past her hymen and burying my whole length in her. She yelped and I stopped to see if she was hurt.

"It’s okay," she said, but there were tears in her eyes. "I’ll be fine. Just give me a second. God, that feels so big in me, so deep. I feel so... filled." A tear sneaked down her cheek, and I wiped it away.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" I asked her, concerned. She looked so fragile.

"Yeah," she smiled. "It just hurt a little more than I expected."

"Let me make it better," I said, slowly pulling out until only the head was still in. She seemed about to protest my removing it, and then I gradually pushed it back in. I fucked her slowly and deeply for a minute, and she was breathing heavily, her hands on her breasts.

"Better?" I asked.

"All sorts of better," she said. "I never knew it would be like this... But could you go maybe a little faster?"

"I was just going slow to get you used to it," I explained. "If you want it harder, I’ll give you as much as you can handle." I started to speed up. Her legs wrapped around my waist and drew me closer. She was moaning loudly now, crying out my name, and shouting things like "Yes! More!" I don’t think there was a drop of blood in my brain; it had all flowed straight down south. She put her arms around my back and drew me closer to her. Her breasts pressed against me, and I sucked on her neck. I could feel her pussy walls pulling at my cock, and I could see that she was loving it. Speeding up again, I pistoned my cock in and out of her at a feverish pace, and her cries of pleasure changed from intermittent to nearly constant. I knew I couldn’t last too much longer before I came, but she was even closer.

Her shouts swelled to a single long shriek of ecstacy as her orgasm began. As before, her back arched, this time making her press her body against me. Her arms gripped my back with surprising force, but that was nothing to the vise-like grip that her pussy suddenly exerted onto my cock. I was basically stuck fast, buried in her pussy and unable to move as it squeezed against my cock. It felt so good it almost hurt. In any case, it was more than I could take. I started cumming into her, feeling my cum jet out, filling her. I kissed her full on the mouth, cutting of her scream, and she seemed to channel all the energy of the scream into the kiss.

We collapsed against each other at almost the exact same moment, exhausted but satisfied. For at least five minutes we lay together, holding each other, my dick still deep into her pussy, neither of us saying a word. Eventually, my dick shrank and came out of her. Still we held each other quietly. She was the first one to break the silence.

"Joe... Am I your girl now?" She looked so hopeful and unsure. I smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.

"For as long as you want me, I’m yours." I meant it. She smiled back at me, and kissed me very lightly on the lips, a sisterly sort of kiss.

"I have the best brother in the world," she murmured, and nuzzled her face against my shoulder. I held her close. I knew this was the beginning of something amazing.

ing on the computer. Mom was sitting next to me and got up to go to the bedroom. When she came back she was wearing just her nightly. (this is normal and I grew use to it. I have never actually been attracted to my mom ) when she sat down, this time it was on my lap. I was messeging my dad over seas and me and mom talked to him. Then something happened. Dad had thought I had left the computer and mom started typing and the conversation started getting dirty. Well mom started to move around on me a bit. I think she forgot I was there and thought it was dad instead. They talked for a bit then she slid her self so my now hard cock was riding

Up the crack of her ass. As she moved around more and more I got harder and harder. I was so surprised at what was going on I couldn’t say a word or move. Mom then told dad that she was gonna put me back on . while dad and I talked he asked me about me and my female friends. Mom told me to act as if she wasn’t there so I could talk to dad. Next thing I know, mom was kneeling next to me and her hands were in my boxers. I tried typing normally but it was a little difficult. Next thing I know, mom has my cock in her mouth going up and down the full length ( not hard to do at my age its not more than 5 ¾" long at most). As she sucked me I was finding really hard to talk to dad. He was trying to explain the birds and the bees just as I couldn’t take it any more. I shot load after load in moms mouth. I was shaking so bad that I couldn’t type anymore. Mom just looked up with a devilish smile. She stood up and took over on the computer and their conversation got back to before with the sex talk. Mom asked me to stay where I was . so I did. As they got hot and heavy into it. Mom got back on my lap. My dick was so hard again I thought it was going to rip the skin right off. Mom started her rubbing it again with her ass. Then she stood up and placed it in her hands, next thing I know I feel this warm wet sensation as I realized she was sliding it in her. Mom went all the way down as her and dad did their thing. Mom began fucking me to dads words. It was not very long and mom was going to cum. So was i. She took a few more long rides up and down its length and then I shot a second load of cum in my mom. When she felt the first squirt, she slammed down on it to get it as deep as possible as I sent the rest of my seed deep with in her whom. Then we ended the talk with dad and went to her room where this continued a few more times and I had cum in my mom 2 more times. That is my first experience with sex. My mom took my cherry and I couldn’t complain. I was a horny 13 year old and I really loved it. Oh. And cause of that night my mom told me 4 weeks later that I had gotten her pregnant. She went and got an abortion but it wouldn’t be the last time she did that.

er fragrance and trail a line of kisses from the lips on her face to the lips between her legs. I would linger there teasing her, taking her to the edge of orgasm then stopping to let her calm down so I could begin to build excitement within her again.

Some times she would take me into her mouth. Gently she would take me into her hands and lower herself to my navel. and she would tease me as had I teased her, easing my head between her lips, darting her toungue around the tip and down the sides.  The things I had to force myself to think about to avoid coming. 

After an hour or two of playful teasing we would move to the main event. I would rise over her and she would pull me close. And I would enter her gently. Short thrusts at first then soon longer and with greater urgency. I would stop short of coming, calm myself down then start again. This would go on and on until I was sure Andie had enjoyed at least five or six climaxes. Then when I was sure I had satisfied her. I would thrust myself deep into her, deeper and deeper until I could hold back no longer.

One weekend I came home to find Andie sitting on my doorstep.

"What are you doing here?"

She picked up her overnight bag and said, "They had changed my schedule at work so I have Fridays off."  From then on she would make the drive, stay over till sunday morning and drive back then.

So that became our new routine. Each friday she would come and each saturday I would make her come.   It was heaven.

I thought of her often during the week.  Then on the weekends I would come up with some new twist to add to our love-making. One weekend I had her get undressed on friday night, I locked away her clothes until sunday morning. I was expecting no company so it was okay for her to remain naked all day long. Just thinking about seeing her move about the apartment naked still takes my breath away. 

Then we ventured into the realm of bondage. It started with my taking her from behind and her laying over the edge of the bed. I took her wrists and held them together as I thrusted into her. The look on her face was rapturous. 

Next time I laid a short length of thick, soft rope on the bed. I put her in position then after I entered her I took her wrists and tied them together.   I loved the way she put up no resistance as I tied her up. Then she strained to get free as I entered her and she continued to strain until we both came.

Some times I would tie her spread-eagled to the four corner posts on the bed and leave her there all day, returning to check on her and occassionally tickling her until we made love.

But then, at the hieght of our relationship, she came to spend her two-week vacation with me.   Each night  I did whatever it took to make her come.   By the fourth night I began to worry.

"Do you think you will ever get tired of me?" I wanted to ask. But I could never work-up the nerve. What if she said she was already tired of me? What if she said, "Now that you mention it, it is wrong for a brother and sister to carry on like this."

So I pushed those thoughts away and concentrated on finding new ways to please her.

On the day she packed to leave  I saw a commercial on tv. It was a three-tiered wedding cake. The camera zoomed in on the little man and woman on top of the cake. The woman looked something like Andie but the man looked nothing like me. ...nothing like me... nothing like me... That image forced me to cross a mental barrier.

After we loaded her up she reached for me and we hugged. I squeezed her tight... and she squeezed back, then giggled. "I'll be back next week end. You hug me like I'm going away."

I stumbled for words. "I... just... love... you, that's all."

She smiled that million-dollar smile and kissed me once more. "Well, you better."

And with that she was gone.

And with that I knew there was only one thing I could do... Had to do. And I knew it would be the hardest thing I had ever done in my life.

His name was Warren. Even just thinking of him filled me with guilt. He worked in my division and I knew him to be a good guy. Quick-witted. generous with his time, always willing to help in a pinch.

Four years ago he lost his wife to cancer. They say he sat by her side day and night and he was with her when she died. He was a good man. When he came back to work I could see the toll her death had taken on him. For months he was withdrawn, for months he was introspective. Still he did what he could to help round the office. Some days he was actually consoling us, telling us not to feel badly. Then he became his old self again... but still I could se the void his wife left in his heart. 

I asked him if he wanted to meet my sister.

"Danger, danger! Desperate sister on the loose." he said faking panic.

"No, no it's not like that." I showed him a snapshot of Andie, the one with her eyes especially bright and her dimples especially deep.

Warren held his breath as he took in her image.

"My God, she is beautiful... Are you sure you two are related?"

I let him look closely at the picture. "Very funny... Listen, she's not dating anyone and I think you two would be good together." I tried to ignore the pain growing in my heart as I spoke. "Besides, you are one of the few guys I can trust to treat her right."

He handed me back the picture. Part of me wanted him to say "Forget it, I'll get my own dates."  Instead he said...

"Well, Devin, let me think about it... Okay I thought about it, When can I meet her?"

I wanted to say "Oh, as soon as hell freezes over." but instead I said. "Stop by my place Saturday afternoon."

"You think she'll like me?"

I hoped she wouldn't... "Sure she will." I forced myself to say.

That friday I came home and Andie was already there. She was in fact already naked when I walked in.  She kissed me and grabbed me tight.

"Tough day, Mr. Devin?"

"You have no idea?"  I eased away from her.  "Maybe you should get dressed."  I said as I put my coat away.

"What?" she jerked back. "Funny, that sounded just like you said I should get dressed."

"Well...it's ... ah..."

She cut me off by grabbing my hand and dragging me toward the bedroom.

"You really did have a tough day... One good fucking should fix all that."

And she was right.

Afterwards we lay side by side, exhausted.  I turned to face her.

"Why haven't you dated anyone?"

"Been reading your psychology textbooks again?" she asked.

"No, just wondering. I can only think of one date, maybe two you went on back in high school. I know guys find you irresistable."

"I dunno... well, you know both of those guys reminded me of that guy that followed me home from school that time... Remember him?"

I had to search my memory for a moment. "Oh yeah!" I remembered then. Funny the things you can forget about.

This nut, older guy, drunk I think, followed Andie all the way home from school. I was already home and I heard him yelling for her to show him a good time. She ran into the house, scared to death. He came up on the porch and pounded on the door. I went outside and pushed him off the porch. I went back inside to get a baseball bat and when I returned he was staggering away. We never saw him again.

"He could have beat you to a pulp, but you protected me." Andie said sitting up under the covers. She reached over and kissed me again. " I think I started to love you that very moment."

I lay there stunned. Now, for the first time I really understood her.

The next day at two o'clock there was knock at the door.

I let Warren in. I could see he was nervous.  I told him to have a seat and try to remember to breathe. He laughed as he sat down.  Then Andie entered the room and Warren stood back up. His eyes about to fall out of his head.

Andie looked him over then back at me.

"Andie, this is Warren Caffler. Good friend of mine... and Warrren this is Andie."

She made a slight face, like she had sized him up and found him lacking.

"Good to meet you, Mr. Caffler, Devin can I see YOU for a moment."  She strode away.

Warren sank into the chair, lost.  I held up my fingers... "Don't read too much into that, she has her ways..."

The way she said "YOU" sent a chill into my soul... but this was for the best.  I went in the bedroom and Andie closed the door behind me.

"What are you up to?"

"Who me?" I wanted to lighten the moment.

"Do you want your good friend to hear you scream out in pain?" She put her hands around my throat.

"Careful, remember you love me." I said and she eased her hands down.

"So why is he here?"  There was hurt in her eyes. "I don't need...
I don't need him..."

I took a deep breath. "I think you do... and I think you know that too."

She backed away from me.. her face unreadable. She turned and walked back to Warren.

He brightened as she entered the room.

They talked...

And they talked...

And hours later they were still taking.

In the following weeks they saw more and more of each other. Andie and I saw each other less and less.

We still made love a few times, but not so frenzied and not so often.

And then she told me Warren wanted to marry her. I wanted to scream. The pain of losing her was that deep. I gave her a hug.

"I'm really happy for you," I lied. And part of me was sure she knew I was lying.

On the wedding day I had the "honor" of giving her away.  My feet felt encased in lead as I escorted her down that long, long aisle.

Warren stood there looking happier than I could ever remember seeing him. Andie was radiant as all brides to be should be but I wanted to believe part of her heart was aching too.

I watched the ceremony through a haze of pain and when the Reverend asked if anyone had reason why this man and this woman should not be wed. I had to clamp tight my jaws to keep silent.  When she said "I do" and when he said "I do" and when they kissed, I had to fight to contain myself.  After the kiss Andie looked at me. Her eyes saw right into the depths of my pain. She gave me a tiny smile.

We did not see each other for six months.

Six long months. I thought of her often and each time I reminded myself it was all for the best.

Then one friday I came home to find Andie sitting at my doorstep.
She ran into my arms.

"What's wrong?" I asked. She began sobbing.
 We went inside.

"Warren wants us to have children." She looked at me as if I already understood... I did not.

"And I want my first baby to be yours."

It was as if the floor had fallen out from under me. That was what I wanted too. But I pulled myself out of her arms.

She looked alluringly after me. "Next time, you'll have to do it harder so I can have a baby."

There was that funny way of thinking she had. I shook my head.

"You know that can't be..."

"Devin, those stories about brother, sister offspring being deformed or messed up are just... myths... Our child will be so special-"

"And what will he call me? Uncle-Daddy? What about your husband?  He doesn't know about us.  Would he understand?  Would he think our child is so... special?"

Her face flushed with anger.  "That will be his problem."

"No, that will be all of our problem!" With that I grabbed her by thae arm and dragged her to the door.

She stopped me and stood her ground. "I know what I want."

"Well you can't have it!  What we had... what we have is very very special... But it's a GREAT...BIG...DEAD...END!  Where could we have gone with it?  We couldn't marry and kids?  Kids would be out of the question!" I hoped she was seeing it my way.

"So that's why you put me off on Warren?"

"I put you off with Warren... for your own good. Can't you see that?"

"It's not what I wanted but I thought you needed me to be happy."

"I did and I do... Now get out of here and go be with your husband!" I pushed her out the door, slammed it shut and ran to the couch. After a while, a long while, I heard her drive away.

I wanted to die.

I wanted to die.

I wanted to die.

But, I realized I wouldn't die. I realized Andie would be back, maybe not this week or the next or the one after that, but she would be back... and I knew I could not resist her...I love her so.
I loved the feel of her, the presence of her, the smell of her, the love of her...

I knew she would be back and a child betwen us would be the end of everything.

I picked up the phone book and leafed through page after page until I found what I needed.

I dailed the number.

"Hello my name is Devin Woodman... I'd like to schedule a vasectomy... Yes, yes... Thanks, I'll hold...


The End