Meeting My Sister

I went through my usual morning routine. I got up, fed the cat, took a shower and ate breakfast. What to do next? Channel surf and try to find something interesting to watch? Surf the web for a bit? Call my friends and see if they were up to anything interesting? Watch one of the over 200 movies I had on DVD and Blu-Ray? Or find out who just rang my doorbell? That last one. Definitely that last one.

I looked out through the peephole to see a good looking woman on the other side of the door. I just hoped she wasn’t selling something. I opened the door.

“Hey, what can I do for you?” I asked.

She stood about my height, had shoulder length jet black hair, big brown eyes, and a look on her face that was a mix of surprise and confusion. She looked even better without the peephole distorting her features. In fact she was probably one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. Top 3 definitely.

“Um… I’m looking for Paul Reynolds.” she finally said when she regained her composure. “Does he live here?”

“If you’re looking for my ol’ man, you’re five years too late.” I said, “I’m his son, Tommy.”

“Oh,” she said, looking disappointed, her whole face seemed to fall when I said that. It was only then I noticed the suitcase behind her.

“What did you want with my dad?”

She looked back up at me, “Well, this is kind of odd, my name is Carol Stevens and I think I’m your sister.”

My what now?

“I think maybe you’d better come in.” I said, stepping aside.

She picked up her suitcase and stepped into my apartment.

“Have a seat,” I said, gesturing to the couch as I closed the door behind her. She took a seat on the couch and I joined her. “So, maybe we should start at the beginning. You’re my sister?”

“Well, half-sister I guess, but yeah.” she said. “My mother recently passed away, and shortly before she died she told me about my biological father. She got a friend of hers to do some internet research who was able to figure out this might be the most likely address for him.”

My parents had moved into the apartment shortly after I was born and had lived there ever since. I found out after my mother died that they had left the apartment to me, so I moved back in. I’m guessing that somehow the research her mother’s friend did had this listed as the last known address for my father.

Now I won’t bore you with the nearly hour long conversation we had, but between what her mother had told her, what I vaguely remember my father telling me (on the rare occasions I asked him what his life was like before he met my mother), and a bunch of old pictures here’s what we figured out.

My father dated Carol’s mother, Ellen, for about a year and a half. She showed me a picture of the two of them. That was my father all right, I’d know that smile anywhere. They split up when my grandmother got sick, and since my grandparents were divorced, it was up to my father to go back home and take care of her. However, he left Ellen with a parting gift. Carol. Only neither of them realized it at the time, as best we could figure my father got Ellen pregnant at least a week before he left to take care of his mother. Since he was more concerned with taking care of my grandmother, he never got back in touch with Ellen, and since she had no idea how to get in touch with my father (this was the mid 1980’s, the internet wasn’t a thing yet), she turned to her family for help during her pregnancy. Shortly after Carol’s first birthday, Ellen met a man named Doug, who she married a few months later. Doug had no problem becoming a father to Carol, and as far as Carol was concerned, he was her father, as he was the only one she’d ever known.

Unfortunately, my grandmother passed away a few months after my father returned home to take care of her. A couple of months after that, he met my mother, and they dated for about a year and half before getting married. Carol noticed the time stamp on the wedding pictures and realized she would have been two years old at the time.

“And I was born two years later,” I said, “So that would make you four years older than me, and since I just turned 31 a couple months ago, that would make you 35.”

She smirked, “It’s rude to ask a lady her age.”

“But I didn’t ask,” I said, “I figured it out.”

“Fair enough,” she said laughing, “But, yeah, you’re right, I’ll be 35 in a couple months.”

“Wow, so I guess you really are my sister. And all this time I thought I was an only child.” I said.

“I know, freaky, right?” she said, smiling.

We looked over all the pictures she had bought with her, along with the ones I had.

“Do you mind if I ask how he died?” she asked.

“Heart attack,” I said, looking at a picture of my father holding a one-year old me. “He’d had heart problems for a while, and one day, it just hit him, and just like that, he was gone.”

“What about your mother?” Carol asked.

“My mom passed away a couple years ago.” I said, “She had a whole slew of medical problems, and it was too much for her body to take. What about your parents?”

“Well, like I said, my mother passed away a couple months ago, due to kidney failure. Dad was a pretty heavy smoker, he got lung cancer, and died about ten years ago.”

“Why’d your mother wait so long to tell you about my father?”

“Well originally they were going to tell me right around the time my father was diagnosed with cancer, and they figured that wasn’t the right time. After my father died, I was so broken up, my mother knew that wasn’t the right time. After that I guess it just never came up again. When she got sick she finally told me. It was kind of jarring to realize the man I thought was my father was actually my stepfather. But as far as I’m concerned he’ll always be my father. He raised me and took care of me, even though I wasn’t biologically his.”

“Sounds like you two were very close.” I said.

She nodded, “We were. He was a good man. All that time and he never once treated me like anything other than his daughter. Not his stepdaughter, not some girl he had to deal with because he married my mother. He was for all intents and purposes my father.”

I nodded, that made sense. “Any man can be a dad, but it takes a real man to be a father. I saw that on a t-shirt once.”

“So, what does my little brother do for a living?” she asked, looking around at my apartment. “I don’t mean to be rude, but this place must cost an arm and a leg.”

“See that bookshelf over there?” I asked, pointing. “All those books on the top shelf; I wrote those.”

She walked over to the bookshelf, and I couldn’t help but to notice my sister had a nice ass. I admit I took a moment to admire it as she stopped and looked over the 10 science fiction books I had written over the last 12 years.

“Wow, ‘Ride Into The Sun’? Wasn’t that made into a movie with Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones?” she asked, pulling out the first book I ever wrote.

I nodded, “I actually wrote that when I was 15, but it didn’t get published until I was 19. I spent four years re-writing it because I hated the original draft, the plot and characters were paper thin, it was filled with grammatical and spelling errors, and it was only about 70 pages long. So I beefed up the plot, added a couple of subplots, put in a ton of character development, fixed all the grammar and spelling errors, and expanded it to nearly 400 pages. Once I did all that my parents convinced me to shop it around. Only one literary agent was willing to take a chance on me, and she’s represented me ever since.”

She looked over the books again. “You wrote ‘The Smuggler’ too? That was a movie with Dwayne Johnson, right? Wow, my brother’s famous!”

I laughed as she came back over to join me on the couch, “Not really, I had nothing to do with those movies other than writing the books they were adapted from, but I did make a nice chunk of change licensing out the rights to them.”

As she walked back over to me, my cat emerged from the bedroom and meowed at her.

“And who is this?” she asked, kneeling down to pet him. As she did, her shirt hung open a bit, and my eyes were instantly drawn to the slight curves of her breasts before they disappeared into her bra. From what I could see, my sister also had nice tits. I felt the blood rushing to my dick, so I adjusted myself while she was preoccupied with the cat and averted my eyes when she looked back up at me.

“That lazy lump of fur is Ash,” I said.

“Well hello Ash.” she said as he sniffed at her outstretched hand.

“He likes you.” I said as Ash let her pet him. “He usually hates strangers.”

She gave the cat a scritch, and returned to the couch. Ash wandered into the kitchen. “So do you just write sci-fi?”

“Yeah. I’ve always been interested in it. It sells, so obviously other people like it too, so I keep at it. I can usually knock out a book in about 4-5 months. I just sent off my latest manuscript to my editor yesterday. So what about you? What does my big sister do for a living?”

“I’m a massage therapist.” I raised an eyebrow and she laughed, I could see a little of my father in her when she did. “Not like that, it’s all above board and professional. I’m certified and licensed and I work out of a medical office, not some seedy massage parlor. My clients are athletes, dancers and people who work physically demanding jobs.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply…”

“It’s okay,” she said, waving it off, “I get it all the time. It’s why we prefer to call ourselves massage therapists instead of masseuses. If you don’t mind, can I have something to drink?”

“Oh, of course,” I said, getting up. “Lemme go see what I’ve got in the fridge. I don’t have much since I don’t have many guests. I got some ice tea, Coke and beer.”

“I’ll take a soda.”

I grabbed a couple cans and headed back to the living room to see Ash had made himself comfortable in my spot.

“Move it you hairy freeloader.” I said nudging him off the couch. He looked at me indignantly, before wandering back to the bedroom.

“So tell me about my father.” Carol said.

For the next couple of hours we talked, a lot of it was about dad. About his warped sense of humor and dumb dad jokes he told me, his time as an auto mechanic and about how he always told me that it was important to earn what you got in life. We also talked about other things, as I also talked about my mother, and my life growing up. Carol in turn told me about her parents and her life. It then occurred to us that neither one had eaten in a while.

“I’m afraid I’m not much of a cook, but I do have a standing order with the pizzeria downstairs.” I said.

“Pepperoni?” she asked.

“Pepperoni and bacon,” I said.

“Because bacon makes everything better.” We both said together.

“You really are my brother!” she said, laughing.

I laughed as well, picking up my phone. “It’s too bad it took us this long to meet each other.” I turned my attention to the phone, “Hey, Pete, it’s Tommy. Yeah, the usual. Ok, thanks.” I ended the call and turned my attention back to Carol. “It’ll be about fifteen minutes.”

We continued to talk about our lives and found out we liked a lot of the same things, we liked a lot of the same movies, we had similar tastes in music, art and so much more. The pizza arrived and the subject of relationships came up. Both of us were single. My longest relationship was only ten months, and Carol’s was just over a year. One more thing we had in common, failed relationships. A few more hours passed. We had pretty much sat on the couch all day, trying to learn as much as we could about each other.

“So, would it be asking too much if I could spend the night?” Carol asked me, as we finally realized how late it was.

“No, of course not.” I said, “No sister of mine is gonna spend the night at a hotel. The couch folds out. Gimme and hand and I’ll get you an extra pillow and some sheets.”

Ash wasn’t happy that we had to shoo him off the couch (again), to pull the bed out, but he could deal with it.

“You know Tommy, I’m glad I made this trip,” Carol said as we put a sheet on the mattress, “I was so nervous for the last couple of days. I kept wondering what would happen when I met him. Half of me was worried. What if he denied knowing my mother? What if he didn’t like me? What if he had his own family and wanted nothing to do with me? The other half was more optimistic. Hoping he’d accept me with open arms, introduce me to his family if he had one.”

“For what it’s worth, I think he would have liked you.” I said.

“Really?” she asked, smiling. Every time she smiled, her whole face lit up.

“Yeah, he was a good judge of character.” I said.

“You know, I almost didn’t ring the doorbell.” she said, as we finally got the sheet on the mattress, “I started to, then stopped as a ball of ice formed in my stomach and all the negative thoughts popped back into my head. I even headed back to the elevators, but stopped myself. Telling myself I didn’t travel a thousand miles just to chicken out. So I steeled myself and came back. I’m glad I did.”

“I am too.” I said

“I may have not been able to meet my birth father, but I got to meet you.” Carol said, smiling again.

I grabbed an extra towel from the hall closet. “Here you go, for your shower in the morning.”

“Thanks, Tommy,” she said, giving me a hug, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

I hugged her back, “G’night… sis.” I said.

She smiled at me, “Night bro.”

I headed into my bedroom, where Ash had taken up residence at the foot of my bed where he normally slept, “So what do you think of her?” I asked him.

He meowed at me, “Yeah, I like her too. She’s easy on the eyes. In fact, just between you and me furball, she’s fuckin’ hot.”

I stripped down to my boxers which is all I usually slept in and hopped into bed. “Night you lazy bastard.”

I turned off the light and drifted off to sleep.

At least I tried to. All I could think about was Carol. I tossed and turned for an hour, as the image of her bent over petting the cat jumped back into my mind, and the way her shirt hung open, giving me a brief glimpse of her cleavage. I could feel the blood flowing back to my cock as I imagined what her tits looked like.

I didn’t know if she noticed or not, when we were talking earlier but I was doing more than just talking with her. I was checking her out. She may be my sister, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t beautiful. I noticed little things that she did, the way her nose wrinkled when she laughed, the way she absentmindedly tucked her hair behind her ear, the way she folded her leg under her as she got progressively more comfortable with me, so many little things that she probably didn’t even realize she was doing. I also couldn’t help but to admire her ass again when she got up to go to the bathroom at one point. I can’t be sure, but I think she was checking me out too.

It figured, I finally meet the perfect woman. She’s beautiful, smart, funny, liked almost all the same things I did, and she turns out to be my long lost sister.

There was a soft knock at the door. I sighed, turned on the light and sat up. “Come on in.” I said.

Carol came into the room. “Can’t sleep either, huh?”

“No.” I said.

She was only wearing a tank top and panties, I could clearly see her nipples poking out through the thin fabric. I patted the spot next to me on the bed, inviting her to sit with me. She took the cue and hopped onto the bed next to me.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked after getting comfortable.

“Of course.” I said.

“The main reason I can’t sleep is because I’ve been thinking about you,” she said, looking down at her hands in her lap. “While we were talking today, I couldn’t help but notice how good looking you are. I guess I was kind of checking you out. I’ve never really believed in love at first sight. But with you it’s different, I don’t know if it’s because we’re siblings, but I feel something with you. No man I’ve ever been with has ever made me feel like this. I can’t explain it. It’s like, I’ve finally met the perfect man, and he’s my brother.”

“I know what you mean. I feel the same way about you.” I said.

She looked up at me, “Really?”

“Yeah, I was checking you out too. I thought you were checking me out, but I wasn’t sure.”

“I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t at least kiss you.” she said, “Can I kiss you?”

“Come here,” I said, opening my arms to her.

Carol melted into my arms and our lips met, her tongue snaked into my mouth and met mine. She wrapped her arms around me, and I rolled her over onto her back so I was laying on top of her. We spent several minutes just kissing, not saying anything, our kissing growing more passionate with each passing second, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. She reached down and groped my ass, ran her hands up my back, over my shoulders until she reached my face again. I ran my hands down her sides until I could feel the smooth skin of her legs, ran my hands back up her side and teased the sides of her breasts before I returned my hands to her face.

She arched her back and pressed her body into me, I could feel her hard nipples poking me in the chest through the thin cotton of her shirt. I could feel the heat from between her legs as she pushed her groin up into mine.

She ran her hands down my body again, reaching into my boxers to find my hard cock waiting for her. She wrapped her hand around it and gently squeezed it. I ran my hands down her body again, and hooked her shirt on my way back up, slowly peeling it off. We broke our lip lock long enough to get her shirt off, she thrust her hand back down into my boxers to grab my cock again. In turn, I slid my hand inside her panties to find a shaved and very wet pussy waiting for me. I gently rubbed up and down her wet slit.

We both got the same idea at the same time, as she tried to remove my boxers while I tried to get her panties off. We gave up and ended up pulling our own underwear off, and took the opportunity to admire each other’s bodies.

Her body was perfect. She had two of the most perfect breasts I ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on, they fit her body perfectly, and were topped off by two hard pink nipples. Her waist and hips were perfectly proportioned, and a shaved pussy peeked out between her long, gorgeous legs.

She gave me a lusty smile as she ran her eyes over my body. Now I’m not gonna lie and say I’m chiseled, with six-pack abs and a twelve inch cock, but I’m not a 98 pound weakling with a three inch dick either. If anything I guess I’m average in build with a seven and half inch cock (yes, I’ve measured it, any guy that says he hasn’t is lying). Due to the way I was sitting when I pulled my boxers off, my cock was pointing directly at her.

Carol practically lunged at me and went back to kissing me, even more passionately than before. It felt so good to run my hands over her bare flesh as I pushed her back down onto the bed. I kissed my way down her body, stopping to lick and suck on her perfect tits. She moaned appreciatively. I loved wrapping my lips around a pair of tits like hers. Hell, I love tits in general, it’s one of the first things I notice about women, and like I said, my sister had the best pair of tits I’ve ever seen in my life.

I moved down across her flat stomach, and to the treat between her legs. She spread her legs as far as she could.

“Eat my pussy, little brother.” she moaned as I parted her lips locating her hard little clit.

I teased it with my finger before I started licking and sucking on it.

“You taste so fucking good, sis.” I said, before going back to work.

She moaned low in her throat and looked down over her gorgeous tits to watch me work my magic. “You’re really good at that… holy shit that feels amazing… just like that… oh my god… no one’s ever licked my pussy like that before… holy shit, what are you…?”

I had slid three fingers inside her very wet pussy and was wiggling them back and forth inside her. My last girlfriend liked that, she came almost instantly when I did it. Carol was the same way, her body twitched and she moaned wordlessly as I sucked her clit into my mouth, gently took it between my teeth, and flicked it back and forth with my tongue.

“Oh, shit, Tommy, I’m cumming!” she cried out, grabbing the back of my head and holding me in place. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers, and was rewarded with a mouthful of pussy juice as she grunted and wrapped her legs around my head.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” she grunted as her orgasm hit it’s peak, and then she slowly came down.

“No one’s ever made me cum like that before.” she gasped as I kissed my way back up her body, “I’ve never cum that quickly before either. Holy shit, little brother, you’re fucking amazing!”

Carol pulled my face down to hers and planted another steamy kiss on me.

“Fuck me Tommy.” she panted as we broke the kiss.

Nothing could have stopped me. I looked deep into her eyes, “I love you sis.” I said as I sank my cock into the warm wet folds of my sister’s pussy.

“I love you too, bro.” she moaned as she felt my cock enter her. “Oh my god, that feels so fucking good.”

It had been about six months since I last had sex, and I had almost forgotten how good it felt to have my cock buried inside a woman. I slid all the way inside her, and slowly started to fuck my sister. I wanted to take my time and enjoy every second of this.

Apparently it had been a while for Carol too because as I started to fuck her she threw her head back and moaned “Yeeeees, fuck me bro. It’s been too fucking long since I had a nice hard cock inside me!”

I was never much for talking during sex, usually because I was concentrating on what I was doing, and making sure my partner was enjoying herself as much as I was. Carol was definitely enjoying herself, looking at me with lust in her eyes, urging me on without saying a word. She grabbed my head and pulled me down into another soul searing kiss.

“Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum again!” she gasped as we broke the kiss, “How are you doing this to me? I’ve never cum this quickly before!”

“Seriously?” I panted, “You’re cumming again?”

She looked at me and nodded, biting her bottom lip, and whimpered out “Mm-hmm… Fuck me little brother, make me cum again!”

Something about her calling me “little brother”, combined with the look on her face, the feel of her body, the sound of my cock squishing in and out of her, and the sound of our hips slamming together was also pushing me to the finish line as well. A moment later, Carol wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

“Oh my god, Tommy, I’m fucking cumming!” she screamed, and a moment later let loose with a groan of pleasure as her eyes rolled back in her head, and her body tensed up, her pussy contracted around my furiously pumping cock, and she came. I could feel the heat as her warm pussy juice flowed out of her, and that was all I needed. Almost as soon as she came down, I lost it.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, “I’m fucking cumming!”

I slammed my cock all the way inside her and exploded.

“Yes, cum inside me baby brother!” she said as my cock throbbed inside her. I could feel the cum surging out of my cock as Carol and I locked eyes, both of us breathing heavily, with satisfied looks on our faces. Once I stopped pumping cum into my sister, I pulled out slowly and collapsed next to her. She leaned in and we shared yet another kiss.

“I needed that.” she said. “But goddamn, you made me cum faster than any other man I’ve ever been with. I’ve had multiple orgasms before, but never that close together, or that intense.”

“Truth be told, not counting my first time, I’ve never cum that quickly before either.” I said, “Usually I can go a lot longer than that.”

For a long moment neither one of us said anything. Finally Carol broke the silence.

“I know a lot of people would consider what we just did wrong–”

“Well a lot of people are fucking idiots.” I said.

“So you don’t regret what we just did?” she asked me.

“No,” I said, “Not at all. You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever been with in my life, and I mean that. I’m not just saying that because you’re my sister.”

“I don’t regret it either.” She said, “No other man has done to me what you did. Maybe that’s why I came so quickly, there’s just something about you, I can’t put my finger on it, but you do something to me. Not just on a physical level, although I LOVE what you do to me on a physical level, but it’s more than that. Like I said before, you’re the man I’ve spent my life looking for.”

I reached out and gently caressed her cheek, she turned her head towards my hand and kissed it, smiling at me.

“And you’re the woman I’ve spent my life looking for,” I said, “I just wish it hadn’t taken 30 years and the death of our parents to bring us together.”

We kissed again.

“Plus, it’s not like we planned this.” I said.

“True,” she said, “But now that we’ve done it, can you get it up again? I want more.”

Without waiting for an answer, she reached down to find my semi-hard cock and started gently squeezing it. I felt my cock grow in her hand. I could see why she was a massage therapist. She licked her fingers and gently rubbed the head of my cock before stroking me back to life. I licked a couple of my fingers and started to move them between her legs, but she stopped me, grabbed my hand, sucked my fingers into her mouth with a seductive look on her face. To my surprise my cock was now back at full mast. She pulled my fingers out of her mouth, now coated with a generous coat of her saliva and guided them down to her still wet pussy. As we looked into each other’s eyes, we started gently masturbating each other. I located her clit and started gently rubbing it as she stroked my now fully hard cock.

She pushed me onto my back and kissed her way down my body, regrettably making it impossible for me to keep playing with her pussy, but as I watched she gave me another seductive look as she wrapped her lips around my cock, and I sighed in pleasure as I felt her hot mouth engulf my cock. I had never been able to get it up twice in one night, but my sister managed to do it. She also seemed to genuinely enjoy sucking my cock. Out of all of the women I’d slept with, only three of them seemed to actually enjoy giving head. A couple of others only did it because they thought it was what all guys wanted and felt obligated to do it. Regrettably, because of that, it wasn’t all that great because they were just going through the motions. But Carol seemed to enjoy it more than any of the three previously mentioned girlfriends, maybe it was because of how close we were, or maybe it was because she just really liked sucking cock. Whatever it was, it was hands down, the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life.

She did things with her tongue that I didn’t think were possible, and it was mind blowing. She licked, sucked, stroked and teased my cock in ways that no woman before had. She kept looking at me to make sure I was enjoying myself, and believe me, I was. I’d never felt anything like this before, and doubted I ever would again. She even licked, sucked and played with my balls, and not even the three girls that liked sucking my cock had done that. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, she stopped and sat up.

“I need to fuck you again.” she said.

She straddled my hips and I guided my cock into her as she slowly lowered herself onto me. Damn it felt amazing to feel the warmth of her pussy engulfing my cock again. When she was all the way down, she looked down at me, a look of sheer pleasure on her face. “I can’t get enough of you,” she said, “Make me cum again, little brother.”

“I can’t get enough of you either,” I said, slowly running my hands up her sides until I reached her shoulders, pulling her down until she was face to face with me. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

We looked into each other’s eyes as she started to fuck me, bouncing up and down on my cock, arching her back, putting her tits right in my face. I sucked one of her perfect tits into my mouth, teasing the nipple with my tongue, and used my hand to play with the other one. She moaned appreciatively as she continued to ride my cock, eventually sitting up, pulling her tits away from my face. I reached up and gently squeezed them as she threw her head back and moaned. I looked down between our legs to watch my cock slide in and out of her, as she expertly controlled the pace, alternating between long slow strokes, and fucking me with wild abandon.

“Goddamn it,” she groaned, “You’re making me cum again!”

She collapsed onto me and groaned into my shoulder as her body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure. I could feel her pussy contract around my cock yet again, followed by the warmth of her orgasmic juices as she whimpered into my shoulder.

Eventually she pulled herself off of me, and collapsed in a sweaty exhausted heap next to me, but I wasn’t done yet. I rolled over on top of her and she looked up at me with an almost pleading look on her face.

“Goddamn, I thought I was insatiable!” she gasped.

I plunged my cock back into her, and she gasped in pleasure, giving me a look that was pure lust.

I threw her legs over my shoulders. “It’s my turn to cum again.”

“Then fuck me little brother,” she gasped, “Cum for me.”

I started fucking her as hard and fast as I could. There was just something about her calling me “little brother” that got my blood flowing. She was spurring me on by moaning “Yes” over and over and over. Nothing else in the world mattered to either one of us except that moment. Me mercilessly fucking my big sister and both of us loving every second of it, looking into each other’s eyes as my cock hammered her pussy for all I was worth.

“Come on little brother, fuck me, fuck me hard!” Carol said, “Cum for me, little brother!”

That was what I needed. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

“In my mouth,” Carol gasped, “Cum in my mouth, I want to taste you.”

I pulled my cock out of her and straddled her face stroking my cock, then let out a wordless groan as I came. The first jet shot out and most of it landed on her face, some of it going into her mouth, I aimed my cock at her open mouth and the next load of cum went mostly into her mouth. As I watched, cum shot out of me and into her mouth, onto her chin, lips and cheeks. Once I had milked myself dry, she swallowed what was in her mouth, licked her lips, and used her fingers to wipe up what landed on the rest of her face, licking her fingers clean and swallowing every drop.

“You taste good,” she said as I collapsed next to her.

She snuggled up to me as we both tried to catch our breath.

“I love you, Tommy.” she said, yawning.

“I love you too,” I said, letting out a yawn of my own.

Soon after that we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning I woke up staring at Carol, laying on her back, the sheet slightly pulled down to reveal her amazing tits. They rose and fell slightly in time with her breathing, I watched her for a few moments and then her eyes fluttered open. She looked over at me and offered me a tired smile.

“Hi,” she said, stretching.

“Hey,” I said, “You sleep okay?”

She rolled over onto her side to face me. She made no move to cover herself. “Yeah, best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while.”

She leaned towards me and I met her halfway for a good morning kiss. That turned into two kisses, then three, then a long final one. I instantly got hard as we pulled closer and felt her body come into contact with mine.

“Mmm, is that for me?” she asked, feeling my cock press into her stomach, and then peeked under the sheet.

“All yours.” I said.

“Actually, would you do something for me?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“Would you masturbate for me, while I masturbate for you?” she asked.

“You mean mutual masturbation?” I asked. None of my girlfriends had ever done that with me. Then again, I never asked.

“Yeah, none of my boyfriends ever wanted to do that with me. I guess they figured why masturbate when they could just fuck me.” she said, “But I’ve always wanted to try it. To know that me watching you, is getting you off. Or maybe it’s you watching me watching you…”

I smiled and put my finger to her lips, “I know what you mean. And the answer is yes. I’d love to.”

Her whole face lit up as it always did when she smiled, and we kissed again before throwing back the covers to expose our naked bodies to each other. I grabbed my cock and slowly started stroking it, and she licked her fingers and reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy.

I used my free hand to reach over and gently pinch her nipple, she bit her bottom lip and looked at me before switching her view to my cock, which was already leaking pre cum. I used that to add lubrication, swirling my finger around the head of my cock. She moaned and her other hand disappeared between her legs, and I could tell she was using that hand to finger fuck herself while she continued to massage her clit with her other hand.

Our breathing was slowly increasing as we watched each other masturbate, slowly increasing the speed of our hands as well. I wasn’t sure how close she was, but watching her, and remembering what we did last night, got me close to the point of no return. She was right about the watching each other part. Knowing that she was getting off watching me watching her was getting me off.

“You close, little brother?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Almost,” I gasped, “You?”

“I’m so close,” she said, “I want to cum with you.”

“Look at me,” I said. She opened her eyes and turned to look at me. “I love you, Carol.”

“I love you too, Tommy. Oh fuck. I’m cumming!” she moaned, throwing her head back.

“Look at me.” I said again.

She again turned her attention to me just as my orgasm hit, “Oh shit, I’m cumming, sis. Just for… fuck… just for you!”

We locked eyes as we both exploded my cock shooting out cum like a fountain, her body convulsing as she moaned and groaned, never breaking eye contact with me. I loved the look in her eyes as she came.

Once we both came down off our orgasmic high, we both took a moment to catch our breath.

“Thank you.” she finally said.

“Anything for you.” I said.

She held up her arm. “I think you got some on me.”

“I got more on me.” I said, looking at my stomach and my hand.

She looked over at me. “So you did.”

She sat up, leaned over me and licked all my cum off my stomach, she swallowed that mouthful and then licked my hand clean.

“That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I said.

She looked up at me as she swallowed the mouthful of my cum and leaned up to kiss me. “I need a shower, wanna join me?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I do.” I said.

We rolled out of bed and headed across the hall to the bathroom. We squeezed into the tub and turned on the shower, and wrapped our arms around each other and shared a kiss that was hotter than the water splashing down on us. I grabbed the soap and turned her back to me. I started to lather up her back, shoulders, ass, and legs. I made my way back up, and used my long arms to reach around and lather up her chest, stomach, and especially her pussy. She rinsed off and as she turned to face me to rinse the soap off her back, I couldn’t help myself. I reached between her legs and started massaging her clit again.

“Stop, Tommy, not again.” she said, making a token effort to push my hands away, but giving up after a few seconds. She leaned back against the wall and moaned in pleasure as I leaned forward and sucked on one of her magnificent tits. I slid two fingers inside her and she looked down at my hand, and then back up at me.

“Why can’t I stop cumming with you?” she moaned, “No one’s ever been able to make me cum this much before.”

“Because I can’t keep my hands off you.” I said, “I love the way your body feels, and I love the look on your face when you cum. Now cum for me sis. Cum for your little brother.”

She threw her head back and growled low in her throat. “Goddamn it, I’m fucking cumming again!”

I felt her pussy clamp down on my pumping fingers, and her body convulsed. She was moaning loudly and using the wall and my shower caddy to hold herself up.

We kissed for the umpteenth time once she came back down to Earth. “Your turn. Turn around.” she said.

I turned my back to her and she lathered me up, showing off her massage skills as she not only washed my back, but massaged it as well. She started at my shoulders and neck, moved down my back to my butt and hips, and all the way down to my legs. She stood back up, and like I did with her, reached around to the front of my body and soaped up my chest and stomach, and then grabbed my hard cock in her soapy hand.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she started jerking my cock, peeking around my body to watch my cock twitch and throb in her hand.

“You like that little brother?” she seductively whispered in my ear.

“Oh my god, sis, it feels amazing.” I moaned, watching her hand.

She picked up the pace, wrapping her other arm around me and pushed her body into my back, “Tell me when.” she whispered in my ear.

It only took what I can guess to be a couple more minutes before I felt the familiar sensation in my balls.

“Carol,” I said, “I’m… holy shit… I’m…”

“Say it.” she moaned. “Say it little brother.”

She seemed to know that calling me “little brother” was the trigger phrase.

“I’m cumming!” I yelled. A second later, several jets of cum exploded from my cock. It jumped and throbbed in her hand as I fired off jet after jet of cum down the drain. I had to reach out to the wall to steady myself, as I got a bit of a headrush.

“You okay?” Carol laughed from behind me.

I spun around letting the shower wash the soap off my back, and pulled her into my arms and kissed her.

“Better than okay.”

We got out of the shower and dried ourselves off. Carol looked over at me as I stood up from drying my legs and feet.

“Holy shit, are you still hard?” she asked.

I looked down, apparently I was. “It would appear that way.”

Before she could respond, I dropped my towel, scooped her up into my arms, she whooped in laughter as I carried her back across the hall to the bedroom.

“Again?” she said, amazed as I placed her on the bed.

“You want this to go to waste?” I asked, pointing at my dick. “Hell, I’m just as amazed as you are. I’ve never been able to go two times in a row, let alone three.”

“I guess not,” she said, mock sighing. Then we both broke out laughing.

She got on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at me, “Fuck me Tommy, you know I can’t get enough of that dick.”

I got into position, and slid my cock inside her. She was still wet from her previous two orgasms, and moaned low in her throat as she felt me enter her. I grabbed my big sister’s hips and started fucking her from behind. I looked down at her perfect ass as my cock slid in and out of her sweet, warm, receptive pussy. God she had the most perfect ass I’d ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. Everything about her was perfect. She moved right up to number one on my list.

It didn’t take long for either of us to cum, in what seemed like just a few minutes Carol was screaming out another orgasm, her body shuddering in pleasure, and almost on cue, as soon as she came down, I went up, exploding inside her.

Once we got cleaned up (again), I decided that today we weren’t going to sit around, I was going to take her out on the town and show her around. In fact, that’s how we spent the rest of the week. I took her to the tourist attractions of course as well as some of the more off the beaten path spots. I showed her the park where my father and I first played catch, showed her where I went to school, took her to a couple of cool restaurants, the place where I had my one and only “real” job before my writing career kicked off, and a bunch of other fun things, all the while talking and learning more and more about each other.