I was frustrated. I had been dating Sandra for three months, and while she gave it up like a hooker at a Shriner’s convention, she absolutely refused to fill her mouth with my dick. She had told me how, one time, she had been all but forced by a friend of her brother’s to suck him off. He had been crude and rough and had not warned her when he was about to shoot, making her gag on his spurting load. The experience turned her off so completely that she never wanted to suck another cock for the rest of her life.
Maybe it would not have been such a big deal, since Sandra was a luscious brunette beauty with big natural tits and a tight little honey pot, but I had been spoiled by an orally-addicted former girlfriend who preferred my dick in her mouth to in her pussy. Not that I wanted Sandra to follow in that vein; all I was asking for was the occasional blow job. Not a big deal, right?
But to Sandra, it was a big deal. Big enough that she had gotten upset with me for even mentioning it again, and cut our date short. She didn’t even give me a kiss before stomping up the walk to her house.
It was eight-thirty when I headed home. No, wait, I should clarify: it was only eight-thirty, on a Friday night. I was morose, despondent, pissed off, and as I already mentioned, frustrated. Not only was I not getting a blow job, but I wasn’t getting any pussy, either. And I knew that my buddies were all with their wives or girlfriends, probably getting their share of poontang pie by now.
I got into one of those melancholy moods as I angled my car along the roads toward home. Twenty-three, still in college and with only seventy-two hours under my belt, living at home, waiting tables. I had friends from high school who were well into their careers by that point. Married friends, with kids on the way, homes of their own. Happy friends. Successful friends.
I parked the Dart along the curb before the house, mumbled to myself as I headed up the walk. I jerked open the door, almost slammed it closed. Mom was out of town, as she was every other weekend. She worked for a medical supply company and spent six days a month looking for other markets. Normally, that would have meant bringing Sandra home and letting her stay the night. But not tonight.
I headed to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from my private stash. My eyes narrowed as I realized one of them was gone. “God damn it, Hannah,” I cursed under my breath. My kid sister had snaked one of my beers again. Probably to loosen up before she gave it up, I thought sourly.
I was startled to hear my sister’s voice from the living room. It was a Friday night; what the hell was she doing home? Hannah never stayed home on the weekends. Since the liberation of her eighteenth birthday, she had taken advantage of her fully legal status and the svelte, toned body she had been graced with. She had a literal crowd of boy-toys that called her day and night. It seemed she was always on her cell, talking to Ricky, or Joe, or Henry, or Stu, or . . . . I didn’t know anyone who got as much action as my own sister.
But, then, I had to admit, she was a hottie. Five-seven, well-tanned, with long, straight, natural blonde hair and a model-gorgeous face, my sister was a stunner. I had seen her in bikinis and had to admit that her tight butt, long, toned legs and perky B-cups were damn near perfect.
I grabbed a brew, frowning. “Hannah?”
I came around from the kitchen, looked into the living room. There she sat, Indian-style on the couch, a bowl of sunflower seeds cradled by her legs. All I could see in the way of clothing was a long white T-shirt. Her hair was dark and damp from a recent shower, and her scrubbed face glowed naturally. Hannah rarely wore makeup beyond some eye shadow and a little mascara, but her total lack of face paint made her look like a sweet little sixteen-year-old.
She gave me a sheepish look, glancing to the open bottle before her on the coffee table. “I took one of your beers, Billy,” she said. “Sorry. I was gonna leave a couple’a bucks in the case.”
I shrugged. My sister was so sweet, I couldn’t be mad at her. “It’s no big deal,” I said, falling into the big recliner across from the couch. Hannah had one of the cable channels on, showing one of those stupid teen movies. Something about a teen-aged porn star that lives next door to a high school geek.
“You okay, bro?” asked Hannah, cracking sunflower seeds. I could never understand my sister’s addiction to the things. They seemed to be too much work for such a little reward. But she devoured them by the pound.
I grunted noncommittally, taking a healthy swig of my beer. I stared at the screen, not really watching the movie.
“I thought you were out with Sandra tonight,” she said.
I grumbled, gave her a sidelong look. “What about you? You’re never home on a Friday night.”
She shrugged casually. “Didn’t feel like doing nothing,” she said. “I even turned off my phone.”
That surprised me. “You without a cell-phone?” I chided.
Hannah rolled her eyes. “I’m not that bad,” she complained. She sighed, cracked another sunflower seed. “I just wanted to be alone. Partying every weekend gets kind’a old after a while, you know?”
I pursed my lips, sipped my beer. “I guess,” I said. “You want me to go upstairs?”
Hannah’s brow furrowed. She was so blonde that her eyebrows were practically invisible. “Why?”
“Well, you said you wanted to be alone,” I said.
Hannah cocked her head. “I meant from everyone else,” she said. “You’re my bro. I like being around you. You don’t . . .” she trailed off, scrunching her face as she picked at another seed.
I frowned. Something was bothering my sister. “I don’t what?”
She shook her head. “Nothing,” she said. She lifted her eyes, sensing that I was looking at her. “Look, I don’t wanna talk about it, okay?”
I nodded, feeling a little concern for my kid sister. I respected her as both my sister and a woman, and didn’t press the point. “Okay,” I said. “Just . . . if you ever wanna talk, I’m here.”
Hannah gave me an affectionate smile. “Thanks, Billy. You’re so sweet.”
I smiled back, and we sat in silence for a while, half-heartedly watching the movie. I was still thinking about Sandra, about how I could have been balls-deep inside her at that very moment, holding her legs wide apart while watching her big tits bounce as I fucked her. But, noooo . . . I had to be a jerk and ask for a blow job when I fucking knew she’d rather suck on a broken bottle than my dick.
I was getting hard, thinking about Sandra’s luscious, meaty pussy, her little patch of brunette pubes above her clit, her pencil-eraser nipples adorning her firm, globular D-cups. I should have suggested a tit-fuck, I thought, berating myself. She let me do that sometimes, and even licked the head of my cock a little if she got turned on enough.
“But you better not blow your wad on my face, Billy,” she would always warn me.
I was thinking I should head up to my room, pop in one of my porn movies and jack off, just to relieve the pressure. But my sister’s voice startled me again.
“You guys have a fight or something?” she asked casually.
I jerked my head toward my sister. Hannah’s eyes were on me, flickering back up to my face. I thought for a moment that she had been checking out my crotch. The bulge of my dick was pretty obvious in my well-worn jeans.
“What?” I asked.
Hannah chuckled. “You and Sandra,” she said. “Hello? Anybody home? You guys have a fight, or what?”
I sighed. “Yeah, kind’a,” I said.
“About what?” she continued.
“Nothing,” I said.
Hannah snorted. “It’s not ‘nothing,’ if you’re sitting here on a Friday night, watching some lame-ass movie with your sister instead of banging Miss Big Tits,” she said with casual bluntness.
I gave her a sour look, chugged the rest of my beer. “I need another drink,” I groaned, getting up.
“Oh, so now you’re gonna get drunk,” lamented Hannah as I headed back to the kitchen.
“I’m not gonna get drunk,” I called over my shoulder, popping the top off another beer. I took a big gulp from it. Okay, maybe I am, I thought, and grabbed another. “You want another one?”
There was a moment of hesitation before Hannah called back. “Sure, if you’re offering,” she said, then giggled. “We’ll get drunk together.”
I went back to the living room with the three beers, plunked one of them down next to my sister’s almost-empty bottle. I could not help but glance toward her naked thigh, seeing most of one of her exposed cheeks. I suddenly wondered if my sister was even wearing underwear.
Well, that thought sure as hell didn’t help my erection.
I fell back into the recliner, poured beer down my throat. I grimaced at the movie on the TV. “Can we watch something else?”
“Sure,” said Hannah, downing the last of her first beer. “Lifetime?”
I gave her a sidelong look. “I was thinking Sci-Fi,” I said.
Hannah rolled her eyes. “Please,” she groaned, cracking another sunflower seed.
“Well, then what?” I asked, feeling annoyed again. “I’m not watching a chick channel.”
My sister huffed, then suddenly smiled mischievously. “Let’s order a porno,” she suggested, her penny-colored eyes flashing.
I sighed. “I’m not watching a porno with my sister,” I said. “Especially when I should be getting laid right now.”
Hannah gave me a smirking look. “So why aren’t you, Billy? How come Sandra’s not bouncing her head in your lap right now?” She added a giggle to her question.
I huffed deeply. “Yeah, right, as if she would even do that in the first place,” I grumbled dejectedly.
Hannah frowned, a funny smile on her face. “She doesn’t blow you?” she asked casually. “Or, she’s, like, one of those girls who does it for ten seconds and says that’s enough.”
I took in, then let out, a deep, heavy breath, staring at the screen. I gulped my beer. The alcohol was beginning to tingle in my limbs and shoulders. About time, I thought.
“She . . . she’s got this thing about giving head,” I finally said. “She had a bad experience with it once, and now she doesn’t want to do it.”
“You go down on her?” asked Hannah, as comfortable with the topic, it seemed, as if we were chatting about music or our classes.
I laughed sharply. “All the time,” I said, surprising myself that I was indulging my sister with this topic. I supposed I just needed to get my thoughts off my chest. “It always gets her off, but if I even mention the B-word, she gets all huffy and shit.”
Hannah shook her head. “I don’t get that,” she said. “Like, there’s this girl I know, Maria. Won’t suck a dick to save her life, but, oh man, you better be ready to lick her cooch. She thinks her mouth’s too good to take a wiener in it, but supposedly, her slice is so fine that a guy can’t earn his chance to stick it unless he licks it.” She finished her statement with a rueful shake of her head as she popped another sunflower seed in her mouth. “Selfish bitch.”
I suddenly laughed at my sister’s words. Hannah looked up at me, eyes wide as she stared. Then, she started laughing as well. “What’s so funny?” she asked, eyes shining.
I laughed a moment longer, shaking my head. “You,” I said. “You look like little Miss Bubbly Cheerleader, but you talk like a guest on Jerry Springer.”
Hannah’s slender body shook as she laughed, her round little tits bouncing under her shirt. “I always kind’a figured that was a good thing,” she said.
I sighed, took a swig of beer. “I mean, I like her and all, but . . . I just can’t get past it. I’m starting to feel like a jerk for even wanting her to do that.”
“You’re not a jerk,” my sister said emphatically. “Hell, I wish the guys I go out with were as sweet as you. I see you with Sandra, how you open doors for her and hold her hand and give her roses and shit. And if you’re munching her carpet, she should return the favor and give you a hummer.”
“I wish she thought like that,” I lamented.
Hannah was quiet a long moment. “So she doesn’t even do it as foreplay?” she asked at last.
I shook my head, watching the stupid movie. “She’ll lick it a little – just a little – if I bang her tits, but that’s about it. And she only lets me do that once in a blue moon.”
“See, that just doesn’t make sense,” my sister said. “I mean, if I got a guy doing my tits, I’m sure as hell gonna suck it.”
I looked to Hannah, imagining her with a guy straddling her chest and squeezing her firm B-cups around his pumping cock, pushing it into her mouth and feeling her full, soft pink lips wrapped around it . . . the image made my own penis twitch.
“I should have her talk to you,” I said, trying to fight down my growing arousal.
Hannah responded quickly. “Hey, I’ll show her all the tricks,” she said readily. She giggled, then fell silent again for a moment as she cracked open sunflower seeds. “So that’s it?” she asked. “She won’t blow you? Just ’cause she had one bad experience?”
I nodded. “Pretty much.”
“Then I should talk to her,” she said. “I mean, I’ve had some good times and some bad times doing suck-jobs. It ain’t always hot. Hell, this one guy tried to stuff the whole thing down my throat right away—”
I winced, interrupting my sister. I really did not need to hear details about her cocksucking adventures. “Hannah, please.”
Hannah stopped, and I sensed she was staring at me. I turned my head, met her gaze. She had that mischievous smile on her face again. She chuckled softly.
“Damn, it’s really that bad, isn’t it? You were really looking forward to it, huh? ‘Course, it’s pretty obvious.”
I frowned. “Hey, I’m not selfish,” I said defensively.
Hannah laughed again, and she gestured casually with her hand, indicating my crotch. “No, I mean, it’s pretty obvious. You’ve had some serious wood going ever since you got home.”
I blushed deeply, and crossed my legs, hiding my bulge. But no matter what I did, the damn thing just wouldn’t go away . . . of course, talking about cocksucking and tit-fucking with my pretty sister was not helping matters any.
“Hey, uh, if you need to relieve the pressure, I won’t mind if you went up to your room for a little bit and—”
I grimaced. “Hannah!”
“What?” she said, laughing. “Like you don’t freakin’ jack off every day! I know you do! Hell, I’ve seen you do it!”
I stared in shock at my kid sister. “What?”
Her body shuddered as she laughed. “You gotta remember to lock your door, bro,” she said. “Hell, one time, I just about walked right in on you, and there you were, big dick and all, just pounding away! You didn’t even know I was there! God damn, no matter Sandra don’t wanna suck you! You’d choke her on that thing!”
I stared, astounded, dumfounded. My own sister had watched me masturbate? I felt my cheeks redden deeply.
“Hey, it ain’t no big thing,” my sister said, then giggled. “Well, in your case, it is a big thing. Jesus Christ, Billy, how’d you get such a big wiener?”
I fell silent, trying to will the blush of my embarrassment away. It wasn’t working.
Hannah giggled again, evidently enjoying the torture she was putting me through. “Hey, Billy, look away a sec,” she said abruptly.
“Why?” I asked.
My sister gave me a look. “‘Cause . . . I gotta use the bathroom, and . . . .” she trailed off. Now she was blushing.
Hannah huffed. “And I’m not wearing anything, okay? Undies, I mean,” she said. “So, just . . . look away.”
I breathed in, unable to quell the sense of arousal I felt as I realized that Hannah was, indeed, naked under her shirt. I acquiesced to her request, tilting my head to the wall. I heard Hannah move on the couch, the sound of her bowl of sunflower seeds being placed on the glass-topped coffee table. Then her feet as she padded to the downstairs bathroom.
I turned my head back, looking over my shoulder as Hannah disappeared around the corner of the hall. Her long shirt barely graced the bottoms of her firm cheeks. My cock throbbed at the idea of Hannah’s modesty being so flimsily protected.
I eased back in the recliner, and glanced to the bowl of sunflower seeds. I thought about how she had been cradling it in her lap . . . her naked lap.
On impulse, I rolled from the chair and leaned over the coffee table. On one side of the bowl of sunflower seeds, there was a slight, glistening smear. I lowered my face, sniffed. Oh, yeah, I could smell it. My sister’s sweet, spicy pussy. Not thinking about what I was doing, I wiped my fingers up the side of the bowl, feeling some slickness. I quickly tucked my fingers in my mouth. I could taste my sister’s pussy. It was sharp and sweet and damn good.
I felt a sudden moment’s revulsion. That’s your sister your tasting! Your fucking sister! Doesn’t matter how good she tastes . . . even if she tastes so fucking good . . . .
I settled back in the chair, the flavor of Hannah’s sweet cunt lingering on my tongue. I drank some more beer, but I could still taste her. I wanted to jack off more than ever, but something kept me where I was.
I faintly heard the toilet flush, and Hannah returned, her naked feet slapping on the tile in the kitchen. Unexpectedly, she bent over beside me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Look the other way, Billy,” she whispered.
I sighed, turning my head. I heard her flop back on the couch, waited a moment, then looked back. She had resumed the same position, bowl of sunflower seeds in her lap, her legs wrapped around it. She gave me a sheepish smile.
“Sorry,” she said simply.
I found myself laughing softly. “Why aren’t you wearing underwear?” I asked.
Hannah shrugged as she dug in her bowl. “I don’t like panties,” she said. “Most of the time, I don’t wear any. I don’t know. Guess I’m weird that way.”
I gave her a curious look. Again, my erection wasn’t abating. It pulsed against the denim that encased it. Like my sister, I rarely wore underwear. “A lot of guys would think that’s hot,” I said.
My sister chuckled, gave me a knowing look. “You’re right,” she said meaningfully, with a wicked arch of her pencil-line brow. Her brown eyes glowed. I suddenly thought about a time, a few months before, when I had taken Hannah shopping. She had worn a tight little skirt that day, and on the way out to the car, me with my arms full of bags and Hannah carrying just her purse, I spied a dollar bill on the ground. Now I understood why she had refused to bend over and pick it up.
I shook my head in wonder, finished my second beer. My sister, the kinkster, I thought. I twisted off the cap of my third beer.
My sister suddenly laughed. “You know, I really think you should go take care of that,” she said. I glanced to her, saw her eyes lingering on my crotch. She sipped her own beer.
“Yeah, right,” I said. “I’m gonna go upstairs and jack off, with you knowing what I’m doing. And, knowing you’ve watched me do it! I couldn’t get off if I fucking tried.”
Hannah giggled. “Oh, really? Looks to me like that thing’s about ready to explode.”
I groaned. “Can we change the subject?”
“Why?” asked Hannah with an impish laugh. “You embarrassed about sportin’ wood around your sister?”
I glared at her. “Cut it out,” I said.
Hannah giggled to herself, picking at her sunflower seeds. “Talk about ‘big brother,'” she muttered, and giggled again. Her eyes flashed to mine, impish, mischievous. I suddenly realized how sexy her mouth was, curled devilishly at the corners, her lips so full and pink.
Bet those lips know how to make a dick feel good, I suddenly thought, then berated myself instantly.
“So let me ask you something,” said my sister.
“No,” I said. “Don’t ask—”
She chuckled. “You ever get a real nice, long blow job? You know, the kind that gets you aalmost all the way off, then stops, then starts again? Ever have a girl do that—”
“Hannah!” I snapped.
Her grin remained, and she kept laughing. “Bet you never got a suck job like that,” she said. “Bet you never had a girl build you up, then make you shoot like fucking Mount Saint Helens—”
“Actually, I have,” I said, meeting my sister’s gaze boldly. “You remember Charlene?”
Hannah’s brow furrowed in thought. “Matt’s sister?”
I nodded, smirked to my sister. “She spoiled me.”
Hannah’s eyes blazed suddenly. She seemed surprised. “That cutie? She sucked you off?”
“Like she needed it,” I answered wistfully, remembering all those times, in my room, in my car, in the movie theater . . . . I sighed heavily. “Hell, sometimes, she’d just wanna do it over and over.”
Hannah stared, mouth agape. She grinned. “Wow! I never would’a thought. She was so . . . innocent!”
“If you only knew,” I sighed, sipping my beer.
“So that’s what it is,” said Hannah. “Little Charlene gave you the best head you ever got, and now you’re with Sandra, who barely even licks your wick.”
I breathed out through my nostrils, tapped the rim of my bottle. I tilted it back, drank deeply, then lowered the beer. I stared out as I spoke, not looking to my sister, not really looking at anything. “Maybe I’m just being selfish,” I said. “I mean, yeah, it feels damn good, and it’s really the only kind of sex where I don’t have to do anything, just lay there and enjoy it. Most of the time with Sandra, I gotta do most of the work. It’s nice to just . . . do nothing but get off. Still . . . .”
“Still, nothing,” said Hannah flatly. She gulped deeply from her beer. “You suck her off, right? So, she should do it, too. I don’t care what’s happened to her, if she’s willing to let you eat her pie, she should be willing to eat some sausage. That’s all I gotta say ’bout that.”
I chuckled, then sighed with discomfort. My cock was still hard, and bunched up in my jeans. Automatically, I reached down and adjusted it, squirming slightly.
“Billy,” said Hannah.
I looked to her. “What?”
My sister rolled her eyes. “Just go do it, okay? Go pop in one of those pornos you got, rub one off . . . you’ll feel a lot better.”
I huffed. “I can’t,” I said.
“Why?” she asked.
“‘Cause you’d know,” I said simply, feeling embarrassed again.
“So?” she asked. She sighed. “Look, I do it all the time, too. Hell, I did it, like, half an hour before you got home!”
I gave her a surprised look. “You did?”
Hannah giggled. “Yeah. So, go ahead,” she said. “I’ll wait. Tell you what: you go make the monster squirt, then we’ll watch the Sci-Fi channel. Promise.”
I groaned. I still felt uncomfortable. “That just sounds too weird,” I said.
Hannah breathed in deeply, looked away a moment, and huffed in exasperation. A thoughtful look crossed her face as looked back to me. “Okay, then,” she said.
I frowned. “Okay what?” I asked.
Hannah stared at me for a long moment. “You want a blow job, right?”
I frowned. “What?”
Hannah rolled her eyes, then lifted the bowl from between her legs, leaning forward to set it once again on the coffee table. Her sense of modesty had apparently vanished. For a brief moment, before my sister got up from the couch and approached me, I caught a glimpse of her pussy, puffy pink vulvae lined with ethereal wisps of light blonde hair. My breath caught in my throat.
My sister leaned over me as she very casually pulled on my jeans, popping the button. “I can’t believe I gotta do this,” she said.
“Hannah, what—” I began, shocked, surprised, but ultimately turned on. I did not stop my beautiful kid sister as she pulled down my zipper and slid her hands under the denim toward my hips.
“Lift up,” she said. “Come on, they aren’t gonna come down by themselves.”
Dumbfounded and aroused, I lifted my hips off the chair, and Hannah shoved my jeans down to mid-thigh. My erect cock was revealed, thick and long and hovering above my abdomen. Hannah smiled excitedly, her cheeks coloring. Her hands slid up my legs, one of them wrapping around my shaft, the other cupping my heavy, swollen balls. I sighed at the contact, and slowly pumped my hips as my sister’s hand squeezed my shaft. Her slender fingers barely touched around my girth.
Hannah looked to my face. “You tell anybody about this, and I swear I’ll kill you,” she said seriously, even as she stroked my cock.
I shuddered. “I won’t tell anyone,” I said.
Hannah smiled sweetly, then licked her lips. She looked to my cock as she pumped it, watching as pre-cum oozed out over her slender fingers. As I stared with arousal and shock, Hannah lowered her head, parting her lips. I sighed loudly, sagging back in the recliner as my sister’s hot, wet, eager mouth wrapped around my cock, sucking tenderly, pulling me in. I moaned, pushed up with my hips, settling my hands on her blonde-haired head. Her hair was still a little damp.
Jesus Christ, I’m getting a blow job from my own damn sister, I thought. Oh, fuck, this feels so good! Suck it, baby, yeah, suck my fucking cock!
My sister, I quickly realized, was an incredible, expert cocksucker. She slid her mouth up and down with long smooth gliding motions, smacking her lips and sucking wetly, swirling her tongue about the head of my dick each time she pulled up, and massaging my shaft with it every time she went down. With each plunge of her sweet, sucking mouth, she took more and more of my cock, eventually opening her throat and letting me slide in.
Hannah’s throat bulged as she took me to the root, and she worked her mouth back and forth to get every inch of me inside her. I gasped and shook, reveling in the intense sensation. Not even Charlene had given me deep-throat. The feeling was incredible, heightened by the sight of my sister pressing her jaw to my abdomen and feeling the tip of her nose brushing my balls.
After a few moments, she slid up, breathing deeply through her nostrils. She sucked noisily, slurping up her own spit, stroking my dick with her hand at the same time. She essentially masturbated me into her incredible mouth, squeezing my cum-laden balls all the while. With the sexual frustration I had been plagued with all evening, and my sister’s expert skill, I felt my orgasm building far faster than normal. I felt my toes curl and body tingle as I realized I was about cum.
My dick pulsed, sending a little burst of semen into Hannah’s mouth. She moaned as she tasted it, then suddenly stopped stroking, stopped bobbing. Keeping the head of my cock in her mouth, she squeezed the base of my penis, keeping my orgasm in check. I gasped, on the very edge of exploding, my body tensing. I winced, feeling my sister’s mouth gently chewing on the head of my dick.
I sighed as the need to cum faded. Hannah murmured around my cock, then resumed sucking, slowly bobbing up and down, pushing my cock down her throat again. I groaned in pleasure, massaging my sister’s scalp. I had never received such an incredible blow job. My cock glistened with saliva, and my sister’s hands became slick as she stroked it.
Again and again, Hannah stopped her intense sucking just before I was about to erupt, stemming the eruption of my juices by pinching the base of my straining cock. The effect was both pleasurable and frustrating, and finally, I had to cum. I simply had to.
“Hannah, please,” I groaned as my sister bobbed. Hannah laughed softly around my cock, but sucked seriously with the intention of making me spurt. I gripped her head in my hands, panting as my cock throbbed between my sister’s lips. My balls were heavy and swollen, ready to burst.
“Oh, God!” I gasped, bucking in the chair, plunging my cock into my sister’s mouth over and over. She remained passive for the most part, letting me fuck her mouth even as she stroked and squeezed my throbbing cock with her hand. “I’m gonna cum!”
“Uhm-hmmm,” she responded, pulling with her mouth, sucking harder and harder. I convulsed, the sweet rush washing through my body. I spasmed, slapping my hands to the arm rests of the chair, my cock pulsing in my sister’s sweet mouth. I finally groaned in pleasure as I erupted.
Thick sluices of sperm gushed from my dick, filling Hannah’s mouth, flowing toward her throat. My sister moaned appreciatively as she felt and tasted my creamy cum, and kept sucking to get it all. My dick pulsed and pumped in her mouth, releasing shot after shot of semen, and I thought my orgasm would never end. Hannah’s tongue swirled around the head of my dick as she slurped loudly and wetly, her hand tugging urgently on my shaft and bumping her lips. Frothy bubbles of semen mixed with her saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth and glistened along her chin, or were smeared into the shaft of my cock as she stroked it.
I convulsed, grunting, spewing every drop of sperm my balls contained into Hannah’s hot mouth, before falling back and wincing as my dick became too sensitive. My sister seemed to know just when to stop sucking and slip her mouth off me. She lifted up, regarding my spent dick as her hands slid lightly up and down. A thick bubble of semen oozed to the tip, and she ducked down to lick it away.
Finally, Hannah looked up to me, smiling around her sperm-filled mouth. Her lips and chin glistened wetly, dripping cum. I stared at her in bliss and gratefulness, breathing heavily. Hannah breathed out through her nose, then opened her mouth to show me thick, gooey white puddle on her tongue. Her mouth was fully saturated with my load. I stared in amazement. With a giggle, Hannah sucked in her cheeks and swallowed loudly. She sighed in satisfaction, licked her soft, full lips.
“Mmm, that was tasty,” she commented, her hands fluttering along my shaft.
I almost fainted, my head falling back. “Oh, shit,” I muttered.
My sister giggled. “Damn, bro, that was one big monster load,” she said with a sigh, gently tugging on my cock. She smeared her lips around the head, glazing them with cum once more. “Man, all those times I watched you squirt, I kept wondering if I could handle that much all at once. I should have done this a long time ago.”
I panted, drained and incredibly satisfied. “Oh, Jesus . . . oh my God . . . that was . . . unbelievable.”
My sister giggled, then slid her leg across my body, straddling me. I felt the heat and wetness of her pussy against my balls. Hannah lifted up her shirt, exposing her toned, bronzed abdomen as well as her barely trimmed, incredibly blonde bush as she wiped her chin. Her pubic hair was so light-toned as to be nearly platinum, an erotic contrast to her full-body tan. She had puffy vulvae and a thick little clit wrapped in a bright pink hood.
I barely knew what Hannah was doing as she lifted up, rubbing the sperm-smeared head of my dick between her hot, slick folds. My cock had barely softened after her blow job, and now reacted to her heat and stayed erect. My sister sighed deeply as she slowly eased down, her incredibly snug tunnel sucking me in. I winced at the tight fit and burning heat of her cunt around the head and first inch or so of my shaft.
I suddenly realized what was happening, and I stared at my sister as she impaled herself upon me. Her expression was one of pleasure, her glossy lips spread by a smile. Still, as much as I was turned on, a wave of panic washed through me. My sister’s fucking me! My dick is in Hannah’s pussy!
And then I felt it: that tell-tale barrier, the proof of my sister’s virginity. Holy shit! Hannah’s a virgin? “W-wait!” I gasped. “Hannah, wh-what—”
My sister grinned down upon me, her cheeks glowing red. “Uh-uh, big brother,” she said, pushing down a little deeper with her cunt. Hannah stared down at me, eyes blazing, lips and chin glistening wetly. She gave me a sudden impassioned, dreamy look. “It’s about time we fucked, Billy,” she whispered heatedly, and shoved down suddenly, making my thick cock drive all the way up inside her, ripping through her barrier.
Hannah shrieked, head falling back, long blonde hair trailing behind her. I felt a gush of thick, warm fluid, knew it was blood. Hannah mashed her pubis against me, her cunt sucking and spasming convulsively. Her face grimaced intently as the pain of her deflowering washed through her. Her body shook and her hips bucked, her thighs tensing and pussy clenching.
I just stared at her, awed, surprised, amazed, and worried. My sister has just given me her virginity, I thought astonishingly. How is that possible? How is she still a virgin? I thought she gave it up years ago!
Hannah shook for a while longer, until the pain faded and pleasure dominated. Eyes closed, she smiled broadly, and began moving up and down, sliding her slick cunt along my fiercely-throbbing cock. The realization that I was being fucked by a virgin made my penis jerk inside her. I forgot about the reality that Hannah was my sister, that what we were doing was incest in its purest form. All I thought about was how tight and wet and incredible her sweet blonde pussy felt wrapped around my cock.
Hannah gave herself fully to her first fuck, bouncing up and down, her thighs tensing as she lifted and lowered her body over and over, impaling herself eagerly. She braced her hands against my abdomen, panting and gasping as she fucked me. Her juicy cunt squelched around my thick shaft. I felt her fluid dripping down my balls.
I gave in, and helped her along with her frantic fucking, guiding her hips as she rolled and pumped them. Blood smeared along her puffy vulvae and became matted in our mingled pubes, but the pain of her deflowering was long gone. All my sister felt now was pleasure. She worked the first cock her pussy had ever known with desperate enthusiasm, fucking hard and fast, slapping her sweet ass to my loins, then grinding against me with tight, rolling motions. Her fingers clawed and scratched my abdomen and chest, and she never stopped grinning, except when she came.
She shrieked and gasped as she orgasmed for the first time, her unbelievably snug tunnel contracting even more tightly around my shaft. I grunted at the contractions of her pussy, barely able to move inside her. But she eventually relaxed enough to keep fucking me, and as her neck and cheeks glowed intensely from her first real orgasm, she stared down at me, eyes blazing with lust.
“I came, Billy,” she panted. “Oh my God, I came! Holy fuck, that feels so good!”
Overcome with her abandon, and knowing there was no turning back now, I lifted up, turned us over, and lay my sister on the recliner. Hannah whimpered, giving me a pleading look, and moaned deeply as I held her legs wide apart. “Fuck me, Billy,” she whispered heatedly. “Fuck me, big brother!”
I groaned, unbearably turned on. I plunged into her cunt again and again, slapping my hips to her upturned cheeks. Cum and a little blood leaked from her pussy and streaked along my shaft, oozed down her cheeks. The sight was strangely arousing.
My sister watched my cock sliding back and forth between her quivering legs, mesmerized by the sight. Her pussy squelched wetly around my pumping shaft as I pounded away. I held her ankles in my hands, admiring her long, lean, tanned legs. Jesus, but my sister was gorgeous.
“Ohmigod! Ohmigod! YYYEEEAHHH!” screamed my sister as she exploded again. Her pussy clamped down hard, making me wince. Her spasming, rippling pussy was too much, and as she kept cumming, rolling her hips aggressively, fucking me back, her stiff clit throbbing against my pubic bone, I felt my own orgasmic rush begin.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried, jerking my throbbing, glistening cock from Hannah’s squelching cunt. Hannah gasped, watching as I stroked my dick over her. Her face was so flushed, glowing so beautifully, her eyes wide and bright. She yanked up her shirt to her neck, exposing her incredibly firm and perfectly round tits, dominated by swollen, puffy areolas that swelled half an inch above her breasts, sporting pencil-tip nipples.
The sight of those delicious pink puffies heightened my orgasm, and I groaned as spurts of semen lanced from my cock, splashing her tits, abdomen, and pubic mound. Hannah jerked her head back, then giggled, watching my explosion of cum. I squeezed out every drop of cum my balls had to give as my sister cooed beneath me, staring at the semen coating her body and grinning. Then, on impulse, I slid back down and shoved my dick back up inside her, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, rippling cunt. Hannah gasped and hissed deeply, then panted as she slowly relaxed.
My sister smiled blissfully, eyes closed. She smeared her fingers in the streaks of semen that decorated her body, erotically sucked the fluid off them. I sagged over her, panting for breath. Her cum-smeared body pressed against mine as my sister hugged me tightly. I shivered as her lips and tongue tickled my neck. Her pussy sucked on my cock.
Holy shit, I thought. Did that really just happen? Did we . . . my sister and I . . . we . . . oh, God . . . .
I rolled over, onto my back, bringing her with me. Hannah cuddled on my chest for several moments, murmuring as she breathed in and out. Then, abruptly, she lifted up. her shirt fell down over her body like a curtain, sticking to her cum-smeared skin. She looked dazed, even drunk. Her eyes seemed to avoid me. I heard her wince as my dick slipped from her pussy. She stumbled toward the bathroom, almost falling against the wall. She slammed the door behind her, and I heard the clatter of the toilet seat being flipped up.
And I felt immensely guilty.
I just fucked my sister, I thought. And more than that, I took her virginity.
I took a quick shower upstairs, in the bathroom my sister and I shared, washing away the evidence of our coupling. The crimson band around the base of my shaft was like a badge of shame, a scarlet letter, before I washed it away. After toweling dry, I stared at myself in the mirror, so utterly sober that I felt like it would take a twelve-pack to even give me a buzz.
You fucked Hannah, one side of my brain said. You took her virginity. That’s sick and perverted and twisted.
Um, excuse me, Mr. Right Brain, but in case you weren’t paying attention, she fucked me! Weren’t you paying attention when I tried to stop her?
Yeah, you tried real hard didn’t you? Especially when you rolled her over onto her back and started pounding away, when you busted a nut all over her tits and . . . .
All right, shut up!
I sighed. I’m going crazy, I thought. Arguing with myself. I can hear the doctors now: “Why is he being admitted to the psychiatric ward?” “Oh, he popped his sister’s cherry and went schizo. Watch out for him. He’s a real sick fucker.”
I shook my head, turned away from the mirror. In my room, I pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank-top, hesitated before going downstairs. From the TV, I heard the sounds of some elite special forces group fighting a giant snake. I paused at the foot of the stairs, saw Hannah seated as she had been before, bowl of sunflower seeds in her lap as she shelled and popped them in her mouth.
I watched her a moment, just admiring how beautiful she was, how sweet and casually sexy. She had changed into another long white T-shirt, this one with a faded ‘Hello Kitty’ on it. Her long, straight hair was mostly dry now, tied into loose pig tails behind her ears that hung down over her breasts. Briefly, I wondered if it had all been a strange dream. Maybe I had just gone upstairs and masturbated, and only fantasized about doing Hannah. Jesus, she looked so cute, so sweet . . . .
Hannah’s softly-glowing face turned toward me, her eyes wide and innocent, but laced with something else. Guilt lanced through me again. Her innocence was just an illusion, now, I realized. Thanks to me.
“Hi, Billy,” she whispered, giving me a little smile.
I sighed. “Look, Hannah—”
“Don’t, Billy,” she said quickly, looking nervous. Her eyes swelled a little as she held back tears. “I know what you’re gonna say, so don’t. It’s no big deal.”
I blinked, astounded at her words. “‘It’s no big deal?'” I echoed, dumbfounded. “Jesus Christ, Hannah! Until less than an hour ago, you were a virgin!”
Hannah blinked profusely, looking down at her bowl of sunflower seeds. Tears dribbled down her cheeks. “I know,” she said. She lifted her face, giving me a look that would make Hitler weep. “It felt really good,” she said with a shuddering laugh. Her lips quivered.
I approached Hannah, and she watched me, staring with those wide brown doe-eyes, as I knelt before her. I took her trembling hands in mine. “That’s not the point,” I said. “Hannah, baby . . . why . . . why me? Why like this?”
She slowly shook her head, her eyes never leaving mine as they burned into my soul. “I don’t know,” she said in a choked, little-girl voice. “I-I guess . . . I mean, ever since puberty . . .” she paused, sucking her lips as she thought. “I used to watch you do yard work, and play soccer, and I’d hear all the girls talk about what a hunk you are, and . . . I mean, you were always around, and . . . and . . . .” she huffed, sniffled, pursing her lips.
I was quiet, massaging her hands. My guilt was fading, replaced by the acceptance that Hannah had, in a roundabout way, wanted to do what we did. Maybe she had not planned it like this, but it had obviously been on her mind.
“I used to . . . fantasize about you,” she said with an uneasy smile. “I’d make up all these little scenarios in my head. God, if you only knew how many times we’ve made love in my dreams. I’d get jealous when you went out with other girls, and . . . and when I started dating, I just . . . I kept thinking about you, and how I couldn’t think of anyone else in the world I’d wanna give it up to.” She sniffed again, shrugged. “‘Cept maybe Brad Pitt,” she added with a smile.
I couldn’t help but laugh. The tension was fading as we talked about it. “All this time,” I said, looking to her hands as I rubbed them with my fingers. “I always thought—”
“Yeah, I know, that’s what everybody thinks,” she said with a rueful laugh. “Hannah the slut. Hannah, who fucks a different guy every night of the week. Just ’cause I flirt a lot and go out a lot, people just assume I’m this big ho. I mean, sure, I’ve given lots of blow jobs, but . . .” she suddenly blushed.
“Hannah, I don’t think you’re a slut,” I said.
She gazed into my eyes. “Wanna know why I stayed home tonight?”
I studied her beautiful face. “Why?”
My sister lifted her face, staring at the ceiling a moment. She sniffed. “There’s this guy – Joe – I’ve been seeing,” she said. “He’s older, and, uh . . . married.” She laughed in self-admonishment, looking back down at me. “I met him at Starbuck’s, and we just . . . hit it off. I thought it was kind’a hot to be the ‘other woman,’ you know? And at first, he was just happy to do oral stuff. But Joe started saying we should go all the way. He pretty much figured out I was a virgin, and he said he’d be real gentle, and make it nice for me . . . .”
My sister squeezed her eyes shut a moment, making a few more tears dribble out. Automatically, I reached up and wiped them away. Hannah shuddered, breathing out. She smiled fondly upon me.
“It was supposed to be tonight,” she continued. “He had it all planned out. Nice hotel room, champagne, roses, candlelight . . . but I couldn’t do it. I mean . . . I just had this feeling. Like, I’d go through with it, and it would be as good as he said it would be . . . .”
I nodded. “But that would be it,” I finished for her. “He’d probably never call you again.”
Hannah nodded, swallowed her tears. “Yeah. And I’d be stuck with giving up my cherry to an older married guy I’d never see again.”
“That’s why you turned off your phone,” I said, understanding.
Hannah squeezed my hands, her eyes glittering as she looked upon me. “We were supposed to meet at six,” she said. “Have dinner first, then . . . then, you know . . .” She breathed in heavily, let it out. “I just couldn’t do it. I wanted to . . . God, I wanted to! I was so freakin’ horny all day! But I started thinking about it, and . . . I mean, he only wanted me ’cause I’m eighteen and a virgin. I didn’t wanna get popped like that. I wanted to do it with someone I could still be with afterward.”
I stared back. “So, when I came home . . . .”
My sister nodded, smiling again. “I mean, I really didn’t plan it this way, but . . . well, it’s always been in the back of my mind. You know my friend Michelle?”
I nodded. Michelle was a slightly chubby, freckled brunette with long, thick brown hair and a cute face.
“She’s been messing around with her brother for a while,” said Hannah. “The first time she did anything, it was with him. I always wondered why they were so close. When she told me that – and I’ve never told anybody else – I just started thinking about you and me. We’ve always been close, too. And all those times I watched you . . . like I said, I guess it’s always been in the back of my mind.”
She suddenly laughed, smiling affectionately. “So tonight, when you came home, and you were so pissed about Sandra . . . I really didn’t think I’d do more than give you a blow job,” she said. She blushed. “I mean, at first, I just felt bad for you. You were so angry, and frustrated about it, and . . . and to be honest, I needed something to tide me over. And there you were, all hard and . . . holy shit, it was so big, I just couldn’t help it.”
Despite myself, I smiled, laughing softly. I looked down, noting how smooth and perfect her tanned legs were.
“Did you like it, Billy?” she suddenly asked.
I lifted my head, giving her a surprised look. “What?”
She worked her lips, making them pout. “Did you like it?” she asked again.
I sighed. “Oh, Hannah . . . it was . . . amazing,” I said. “Why would you even ask?”
She blushed, smiling broadly. “Really?”
I nodded. “How do you feel?” I asked her. “I mean, you know . . . down there.”
Hannah shrugged. “Kind’a sore,” she said. “It doesn’t hurt, it’s just . . . like, raw or something. It’s all puffy and swollen, but I think that’s normal. I’m okay.”
I hung my head, conflicted in my feelings. On the one hand, I felt a strange sense of pride for having been the one man my sister had chosen to give herself to. On the other hand, I understood that it had been fundamentally wrong, no matter how good it had felt.
“Hannah,” I said, looking down. “I don’t know what to make of all this. I mean, I love you, baby, and I always will—”
“I love you, too, Billy,” she said quickly, making me look up. Her face glowed sweetly.
“—but you’re my sister,” I said meaningfully.
Hannah nodded. “I know,” she said. “And I know that, as much as I wish we could be together, we can’t. Not like, forever. But . . . Billy, I just want you to know that . . . what happened between us . . . I’ll never regret it. I can’t think of any other man I’d want to be my first. You’ve always been so good to me. And at least, I can say that the man I gave my virginity to will always love me, and be there for me.”
I smiled suddenly. My sister’s strange logic made sense. “You don’t have to worry about that,” I said. I lifted up, and she eagerly met my kiss. And it wasn’t just a little peck, either. Hannah moaned, parting her lips, slipping her tongue in my mouth. She sighed deeply, sucking my lips, chased after me as I pulled back.
“Careful,” she said heatedly. She smiled sexily. “You’re gonna get me all hot again.”
I felt a stirring in my groin, and my libido intruded upon my rational mind. My eyes wandered over my sister’s slender body. “Would that be so bad?”
Hannah swooned, giving me an impassioned look. Her hands slipped from mine and cupped my face. Her lips pouted. “Billy, don’t tease me,” she pleaded softly.
I stared into her eyes, took the bowl away from her lap. My sister breathed in sharply, her arousal spiking again. “B-Billy,” she stammered. She looked down, seeing that her beautiful, nearly-platinum pussy was revealed to me. I looked as well. Her pussy was swollen, red, puffy, her clit thick and poking out from beneath it’s hood. Wispy hair surrounded her sex, so soft and ethereal, almost pure white as it extended down to her perineum. I had never seen a pussy so blonde. The aroma of soap mingled with the sharp essence of her arousal.
I looked back up to my sister’s face as I slipped my hands to her firm cheeks, pulling her to the edge of the couch. Willingly, Hannah scooted forward, staring at me, letting out small gasps. She uncurled her legs, spreading them wide as her perfect little ass was poised at the edge of the couch. She leaned back on her arms, her legs hovering in the air.
“Do you want me to—” I began.
“Yes!” moaned my sister desperately. “P-please.”
I smiled, lowered my head. I inspected my sister’s sweet, fragrant cunt. Her inner lips had swelled, slipping past her swollen vulvae, so pink and tender and wet. Her anus was as smooth and pink as her pussy, evidence that she retained her virginity there. I sighed, incredibly turned on. I realized that I was about to go down on my own sister, and as perverted as the idea was, it turned me on immensely.
Fuck it, I’m a perv, I thought, and pressed my mouth to my sister’s sweet, warm, succulent pussy. I moaned as I tasted her, sucking her wet lips, lapping up and down her slick cunt.
“Oh, God!” cried Hannah, placing a hand behind my head. “Oh, Billy, don’t stop! Please, oh fucking hell don’t stop!”
I groaned into my sister’s pussy, loving the feel of her soft, wispy pubes against my cheeks and nose. I sucked eagerly, wetly, shaking my head back and forth. Hannah pushed her cunt against my mouth, giggling and sighing with pleasure as I serviced her. She rolled her hips, giving herself fully to me.
I slipped my mouth up to her clit, sucked it between my lips, nursing it, gently chewing upon it. Hannah tensed, gasped, and shrieked enjoyably. “Oh, yes! Mmmm . . . Ohyesohyesohyes!” she panted hotly, humping my mouth. “Do it, Billy! Make me cum! Oh, Goddddd . . . .”
I sucked and slurped, pushed and pulled, digging deep in her tight tunnel with my tongue, drawing her lips into my mouth, lashing at her clit and sucking it hard. Hannah convulsed, crying out as her first orgasm overcame her. She bucked her hips, her juicy cunt literally spurting in my mouth. I devoured her tangy fluid, swallowing it down lovingly. Damn, she tasted so good!
I kept sucking her, making my sister shake and wince. She tried to push me away from her sensitive clit, but I maintained my lip-lock on her drenched cunt, sucking her hard. Hannah screamed, falling back against the couch, planting her little feet on the cushions and lifting her hips, mashing her pussy against my mouth. My sister came again and again, until she was writhing incoherently beneath me, her pussy literally flowing. Her inner thighs, the cheeks of her ass, as well as my chin and lips, were soaked with her sweet cum.
Hannah heaved, breasts rising and falling. At some point between orgasms, she had torn off her garment and was now totally naked beneath me. Her thick puffies glowed a dark pink, her nipples incredibly erect and jutting up almost half an inch. I moved up over her body, sucking one of those sweet mounds into my mouth, lavishing her nipple with my tongue. Hannah cooed, her body shaking under me.
“Fuck me again, Billy,” she gasped, rolling her hips urgently. She slid her hands down my body and pushed my shorts off my hips. My cock sprang out, instantly seeking the source of her heat. “Oh, God, please do it to me. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me all night.”
I moaned, and kissed my sister deeply as I slid my stiff cock inside her. We both moaned at the sensation of my cock swallowed up in her tight, spasming tunnel. Hannah sucked desperately on my tongue and lips, devouring her own cum, then moved to my chin and neck as I plunged again and again inside her. My sister wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles, and bucked back against my thrusts, fucking me as eagerly as I fucked her. We both gasped and moaned, sharing kisses now and then as we made love.
Hannah winced, her pussy squeezing tight around my dick, then cried out as she came yet again, shuddering under me. Her cunt spasmed, soaking my dick, her juices flowing out to saturate my pubic hair and balls as they smacked against her ass. I was incredibly turned on, and fucked her harder through her orgasm, even though she was so tight that I could barely move inside her.
“Oh, God, Billy!” cried Hannah as I pounded her. Her penny-colored eyes glowed as she stared up at me, caressing my face lovingly with her hands. “I wanna feel it! Cum inside me! Please! Oh, God, please!”
I groaned loudly, my body shaking. I thrust hard, mashing my pubis against hers, watching her puffy blonde-haired lips stretched wide around my cock. The contrast of her incredibly light-toned pubes against my darker hair was erotic, as well as the sight of her glowing pink clit hovering above the shaft of my thrusting cock. Hannah’s eagerness, her moans, her cries, her tight, wet pussy . . . it was all too much.
“Oh, Jesus!” I cried, arching my back, driving deep inside her. Realizing I was about to cum, Hannah gasped loudly, clutching my ass in her hands, digging her fingers into my cheeks.
“Don’t stop, Billy! Don’t stop! Uhmmmm . . . .”
I let out a long, satisfied sigh as I ejaculated inside my sister’s tight, sucking pussy, filling her womb with gouts of sperm. I kept pumping, spurting over and over, and Hannah stared up at me, her eyes flying open wide as she felt the pulses of my dick and the heat of my cum filling her.
“Ahh! Oh, Billy! Ohmigod! I feel it! It’s so hot! Ohmmmmaaaahhhhh!!!!”
Hannah climaxed yet again, set off by the geyser-like surges of my semen inside her. We rocked together, sharing our orgasms to the fullest. I winced, enduring the intense sensation as my sister’s cunt sucked hard on my cock, squeezing out every last little bit of juice. Our mingled cum oozed out around my dick, soaking her cheeks and dripping to the couch cushions beneath us.
Finally, my strength gave out, and I fell atop my sister. Hannah moaned, murmured in satisfaction beneath me, smoothing her legs up and down my thighs. She stroked my back, kissed me tenderly. I felt my consciousness fading.
“It’s okay, baby,” cooed Hannah, holding me tight. “Just stay inside me . . . stay inside me, big brother . . . ohhh, Goddddd . . . .”
I awoke the following morning with a serious sex hangover. I groaned slightly, rubbing my eyes, then rolled onto my side and looked into the angelic face of my sleeping sister. The aroma of sex was thick about us; Hannah and I had, indeed, made love all night. I was so literally drained that I wondered if my balls would ever recover.
Hannah looked so incredibly beautiful in the soft glow of the morning sun. The light tan of her skin made her body shimmer. The sheets barely covered her. I found myself drawn to her puffy, sand-dollar-sized nipples. I graced one with my fingertips, making Hannah jerk her arm in her sleep. I chuckled.
Hannah suddenly breathed in deeply, licked her lips, and smiled. Whatever she was dreaming, she liked it. I shared her smile, then leaned in and kissed her soft, sexy lips. My sister murmured, then moaned softly as she came awake. Like the most natural thing in the world, Hannah rolled onto her back, wrapping her arms around me as she smiled into my mouth. We kissed tenderly, lovingly.
My sister parted her legs, sliding them along the outsides of my thighs. My cock was hard and automatically sought out the moist heat of her sex. Hannah sighed passionately as she felt the head of my penis nudge her rapidly-swelling lips.
“Mmm, morning sex,” she whispered.
I chuckled. “God, you’re beautiful,” I said.
My sister’s eyes glittered as she smiled up at me. “So are you,” she responded, then closed her eyes, hissing with pleasure as I slowly penetrated her. “Oh, God! Oh, Billy . . . we’re not gonna . . . do this . . . all weekend, are we?”
I smiled, slowly thrusting in and out of her. “Yes, we are.”
Hannah suddenly giggled, looking up at me again and smoothing her hands over my chest. She bit her lip sexily and started rocking her hips, fucking me back. “Good,” she said, then sighed again.
I sometimes wonder if Mom ever caught on. Hannah and I had always been close, but after that fateful weekend, we became very close. We went out more often, held hands in public, kissed each other know and then on the lips, even in the company of our friends. Mom gave us interested, even concerned, looks from time to time, especially once Hannah and I started sitting side-by-side at the dinner table instead of across from one another.
But Mom never said anything. Maybe she didn’t want to think her only children were engaged in an incestuous relationship, and didn’t want to risk asking about it. Or maybe it just didn’t bother her.
Hannah and I continued dating others, but on the weekends when Mom was out of town, Hannah and I reveled in our incestuous relationship. We remained naked almost the entire time, even when we went out to the pool in the back, and only paused in our lovemaking to eat and sleep.
Still, now and then, Hannah and I would find times during the week to indulge our seemingly boundless desire for each other. Blow jobs in my car, quickies behind the theater, an occasional tender coupling in my bed at night when Mom was asleep in her room. While we continued our relationships with others, neither Hannah nor I ever felt that we were cheating on our respective lovers. What my sister and I had was special.
Eventually, Hannah and I went our separate ways. I finally graduated, got a decent job, and moved in with Sandra (and I finally cured her of her hangup over giving head; she’s quite good at it). We lived together for a year before I popped the question, and got married a couple of months after she got her master’s degree. And Hannah, after dating throughout college, finally accepted a proposal from her boyfriend Joe. Hannah told me Joe reminds her of me in many ways.
Hannah and I talk a lot on the phone, and email each other almost daily. We share all the details of our lives with one another, and in our conversations, the sexual tension is noticeable. It’s now been a good three years since the last time Hannah and I made love.
Christmas is coming. For the first time since I moved out, I and my wife, and Hannah and her fiancé, are all heading back to Mom’s house for the holidays.
I can’t wait to see my little sister again.