This is actually something from the archives of unfinished ideas. Since I have some time on my hands of late, I figure now would be a good time to finish out some stuff I had written before.
“Hey sis! Remember me?”
Tisha Roberts stood at the door in complete shock looking at the person in front of her, the latest KaySlay CD whispering its aural presence in the background. She scanned the person in front of her, trying to figure out what was going on. The woman in front of her was wearing a black leather catsuit that stopped just below her ass. Combined with a pair of thigh length black leather platform boots, the girl’s athletic, almost flat-out muscular legs seemed to stretch forever. The torso seemed almost unnatural, with a toned, tight stomach evident even through the leather and a bust that did just that through the catsuit, leaving a valley of cleavage for a lock of blonde hair to contrast against her dark chocolate skin. Her head was surrounded with a waist-length main of platinum blonde hair, and her face was made up with light metallic colors, her bright smile beaming through her shiny rose-colored lips.
Tisha, meanwhile, stared back, leaning her 5’10” frame against the door, her faded Janet Jackson t-shirt and sweatpants draping down against her body as she shook her head and said, “no way.”
“Yes it is, sis,” the woman said as she ran her hand through Tisha’s short-shorn curly locks. “It’s me, Jimmy. Remember?”
“Yeah, right. Jimmy is over in Okinawa right now, serving his military proudly…or so he keeps writing me.”
“And that’s going to be the official story to ma, at least until I figure out what to tell her,” the woman continued. “Remember your first boyfriend? You know, the tall, skinny one with those freaking Dumbo ears? The one you said wasn’t, how do I put this, big enough for you? The one I hid out in my closet to bail you out?”
Tisha stood up in shock when the woman at the door rattled off such a personal detail. “Well,” Tisha said half to herself. “If you know that, then you must know plenty about Jimmy…”
“’cause I am Jimmy!” the woman said. “Look, I know this stresses credulity, but could you let me in? I wanted to visit home, and I figured that I wouldn’t scare you to death if I didn’t use the keys. C’mon now.
“Well, you do look kinda like Grandma,” Tisha continued as she studied the woman’s face. “Especially…”
“…around the eyes,” the woman finished as she picked up the small leather bag at her feet.
“Oh my God,” Tisha said in a whisper, shocked as realized that this might be her brother after all.
Tisha leaned out over the door and looked both ways on the quiet tree-lined block, making sure a few people as possible were witnessing this exchange. Then, she stepped back away from the door, motioning for the woman to come in. “Come in, um…what do you call yourself these days?”
“Storm,” the woman replied as she walked in the door, ducking in under the door frame. “You know, like Halle Berry’s character from the X-Men movies?”
“OK,” Tisha said with a giggle “Name like a stripper? This story has to be good,” she said as she closed the door. “Where do you wanna tell it?”
“How about in your room, sis?” Storm replied. “I hear you got the latest KaySlay mixtape up there blasting.
“Yeah, I was listening to that before entering the Twilight Zone,” Tisha said, still in shock about the events of the past few minutes. “Come.”
Tisha looked over her shoulder as she heard the thud of those high heels tap onto the hardwood floor. As she walked up the stairs, she looked over her shoulder and couldn’t help but notice how slinky her brother, I mean sister, looked in that catsuit. “How the fuck did he end up a sex object?” Tisha thought to herself.
Tisha turned up the hallway towards her bedroom, then opened the door, hitting both her and Storm with a wall of sound.”
“Is that the new Papoose? Sounds like he’s at it again!”
“Yeah, he is,” Tisha said as she killed the volume on the stereo. She climbed onto the bed, then took loose her scrunchie, letting her brown hair flare out a bit before tightening it up again. “OK, Jimmy, let me ask. Are you really in Okinawa?”
“Well, I was for a while, then shit got real…really real.”
“So real that you have tits faker than Pamela Anderson Lee?”
“Yeah, pretty much. Let me explain this one, OK?”
“Alright, this should be a good one. My brother has turned into a tranny because he has to,” Tisha said as she folded her knees up on the bed and snuggled in next to her teddy bears. “What next? Ellen DeGeneres doing interracial gangbangs?”
“With some of the shit I’ve seen, I wouldn’t be surprised to see her doing it, with Portia de Rossi the fluffer. Let me explain this as quickly as possible. Now, up until about a year ago, everything I’ve been telling you and mom has been pretty accurate. Yadda, yadda, yadda, basic training, blah blah blah computer training, wah, wah, wah Okinawa. I was just thanking my lucky stars that good grades on the Basic Skills test combined with some classic luck of the draw had me in Japan as opposed to the Middle East. Then, one day in the shower, I see some officer walk up to me, tell him to come at once and toss me a towel to keep decent.”
“What for?”
“Well, we’re getting closer to my current appearance. You know the family genes for thin, wiry builds, especially among the men?”
“Yeah. I know how our uncles are. But what does that have to do with anything? Is the army making a he-she army?”
“Get comfy, because this is going to be rich. After being yanked from the shower, I end up in this place way out behind God’s back to a meeting with a bunch of guys who I thought were civilians, along with my military escort and some other officer dude. Anyway, turns out the civilians work for what’s commonly called The Company.”
“What Company?”
“THE company. The CIA.”
“Oh, that’s some shit,” Tisha said as she sat up. “So the CIA made you into a transsexual Halle Berry? By the way, stand up…I want to see what they did to ya.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much the size of it,” Storm said as she climbed off the bed and stood in front of her sister. In the narrow bedroom, it became much more obvious to Tisha how her brother had changed. Her breasts looked impossibly pneumatic as they almost floated over her head. While the tight, wiry frame she was used to growing up, she didn’t expect her brother to be turned into a real-life comic book heroine. Even her, I mean, his, I mean, fuck it, her brother’s ass looked much more voluptuous than any she could ever have, no matter how much weight she put on or how well she worked out.
“Is all of that a part of you?”
“Courtesy of the American taxpayer, and I got the thankfully small scars to prove it.”
“OK, I gotcha. But why all this?” Tisha said, gesturing to Storm’s body.
“Alright, here’s the drill: a good chunk of American spies are either closet cases or fans of transsexuals like me. It turns out that if you’re good at being in the closet about your sexuality, you’ll be good at other forms of living a double life. Of course, then the CIA can’t use the same methods of spying on the spies, and that’s where I came in. Apparently, between the build and some, ahem, ‘male attributes’, the CIA thought I would be a good person to check out on these people, ya know, flirt with them, get into relationships with them, and make sure they’re playing for the home team.”
“They obviously aren’t, especially if they’re with you. I mean, don’t they notice your hands?”
“He, he, funny,” Storm said with a toss of her hair. “My job was to make sure they weren’t trying to sell nuclear secrets to Al-Qaeda and stuff like that, not that kind of home team. Anyway, the first month was a bitch. Implants, silicone injections in the ass and thigh, rib removal, facial feminization surgery, the works. Can I say Codeine IVs are better the Jesus?”
“Yeah, I bet. I got some Tylenol with Codeine when I broke my leg last year, remember?” Tisha said while the two siblings broke into a laugh and ended up slapping 5.
“Then after all that, there were the femininity classes. I had to act, dress, talk and generally carry myself to be enough of a woman that I wouldn’t get beat on the street while making it obvious to the open-minded set who I was. And then there was anal training…” Storm said before shivering in recoil, looking up and putting her long-taloned hands over her prodigious chest. “Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord…”
“Damn, that’s some deep shit. So how did you make it here?”
“Alright,” Storm said after taking a breath. “Eventually, they informed me of my first target. I can’t tell you what he was doing, but no one would mistake this dude for James Bond, that’s for true. Anyway, I was planted in this club out in London to meet up with him. Being nervous about that whole sex thing, I played hard-to-get for a bit, getting useful info to my superiors and such, which was thankfully good news. Of course, at some point he was looking to consummate the relationship, and, well, I ran. I got the hell out of Dodge, got in touch with my superior and couldn’t do it. I mean…”
Storm took a deep breath, then wiped her eyes and ran a hand through her platinum tresses. “It’s one thing to be told this is what’s going on, but when he touched my leg and kissed my cheek, I mean…fuck country at that point. Everyone has their limit, ya know?”
“Damn, I know that’s some ill shit,” Tisha said as she gave Storm a hug, rubbing her arm and brushing her hair out of her face. “I can’t believe all that happened to you. What did they do after that? And why did they choose you in the first place?”
“Well, because of the obvious physical stuff. Heck, before this, I had this regular local piece and a female solider who performed some maintenance, if you get my drift. But after all this, it was kind of hard to just go back to the base. Officially, I was off doing some special ops in Afghanistan, so I had to go back as Storm to Okinawa to run some entertainment agency for the troops, like setting up parties and shows and stuff. Meanwhile, it’s kind of hard to circulate on the base with all…this,” Storm said as she gestured to herself. “I mean, if you’re female in the military, you aren’t going to be seen too tough with a female, especially one who looks like me. I was able to convince the brass to let me back home for a visit, and here I am.”
Tisha sat there in gap-jawed shock, amazed at the story she heard. Then she looked down at her new sister, exchanged a look and knew that it was real. She held her sister close, caressing her hair, feeling a bit warm from the touch. She shook her herself to herself, then lifted her sister up against the bed on the wall.
“So, what are your plans for being in the city?”
“Other than visit you, nothing much,” Storm said. “To keep up appearances, I need to meet up with some people during the day, but that’s about it. How’s mom doing?”
“She’s OK. Work at the hospital is the same ol’ same ol’.”
“And how’s the Applebee’s?”
“Managing it is a bit of a pain, as usual,” Tisha said with a laugh. “Though the wait staff is a bit nervous, with the economy is biting into their tips.”
“And classes?”
“Just one more year of the foolishness, ya know…”Tisha replied. “Hey, can I ask ya something?”
“Sure.”
“Can I see your tits?”
“OK, let me get to my feet,” Storm said. She got her balance on her platform heels, then reached behind her neck to start the zipper down. After managing it to get it so far down, she reached behind her and pulled it down the rest of the way. Struggling a bit with the tight leather, she pulled one arm, then the other out of her suit, letting it drop to reveal a huge, perfectly round and firm set of tits that didn’t look as fake as much as they did supernatural. The massive mammaries were almost the size of her head each, yet seemed to defy gravity as they stood out in front of her, with huge, almost black areolas the size of the palm of her hand and smallish nipples.
“Hmmm…” Tisha said to herself as she reached out and traced the areolas. “Looks like you managed to get boobs shaped like mine, except, well, perfect. Even the nipples look just like mine.”
“I know,” Storm said, unsteady on her high perch as her sisters toyed with her breasts. “They told me the same thing after all the surgeries, that I must have picked that up from you,” she finished with a nervous giggle.
“Really,” Tisha said as she tried to heft a gravity- defying breast in her hand out of curiosity. Getting up on her knees and looking at a nipple, she swirled her tongue around it and gave it a suck, making Storm sigh a bit. She swirled her tongue around, then, rocked back on her knees with a loud pop.
“Hey, I, I got a bit carried away. You do look kind of tasty there though. Such nice skin.”
“Thanks sis,” Storm replied, blushing through her dark skin. “You know, it’s kind of been a while, ya know. Hey, can I see yours?”
“Why?”
“‘Cause you seen mine, ya nut. Besides, I haven’t seen yours since you were 7, and I still don’t buy the family resemblance thing.”
“Alright, alright,” Tisha said as she reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. “Happy now?”
Storm brushed a few stray locks of hair out of her face and looked down at her sister. For such a thin frame, she had more than a handful on her chest. In anything, the areolas she had were larger than her, standing out in caramel on her two-toned skin.
“Yes, I am, my two-toned sis. In fact, I might just return the favor,” Storm replied as she reached down to pinch those nipples hard before pulling them.
“Hey, that hurt!” Tisha screamed in mock horror.
Storm stuck her tongue out at her in response. “Chicken!”
“Speaking of chicken, did you really have that surgery, um, what’s your name now?”
“Storm,” she replied. “And yes, I did. They just went though the belly button, see?” she continued, showing the small scar along the bottom of her navel as she stretched out the skin of her ripped abs.
“How did they get those boobs up there then?”
“They told me they used a catheter to snake them up into place, then inflated them. It took me two go- rounds to get me up to that size. All the scars I have is that and a couple on the bottom of my ass, that’s it.”
“Really? Lemme see.”
Storm turned around to face her sister, the shelf of her huge, rounded ass stretching her catsuit to the max. She reached down to unzip the suit over the rest of her bac and ass, then stuck her thumbs into the catsuit and the boyshorts underneath to pull the suit down until it pooled around her feet. She leaned on the dresser next to her to step out of the catsuit, kicked it to the side and stood there.
“Wow, they gave you a fatty there,” Tisha said before giving Storm’s ass a smack and hearing it crack a bit more than expected. “Ain’t it on the hard side though?”
“Eh, you get used to it,” Storm said. “At least it got the job done from my perspective, or maybe a bit too well. You’d be surprised how many dudes didn’t notice how hard it was during my brief spy adventures. But look,” she said as she gripped her cheeks and raised them. “I got a couple of lines down and the base of these things. See them?”
“Yeah,” Tisha said as she leaned forward and traced them out. “Did it hurt when they did all that?”
“Mmmhmm, but at least it’s good and healed up for now,” Storm said as she let go of her ass. She then turned around and said, “is there anything else you want to…ooh, I’m sorry. You OK?”
Storm looked down at her sis, and realized she accidentally smacked the side of Tisha’s face with her dick. She saw Tisha rub her cheek, dazed in response, then her eyes bulge open as she realized what hit her. She hefted up the thick, limp dick in one hand and the balls in the other. She looked down at Tisha weighing her privates in her hands, her eyes glazing over, then feeling those lips and tongue on her shaft, springing them to life. Soon, she felt Tisha’s lips stretch around her swollen head, the suction tugging at her head and the feeling tugging at her brain.
She reached down with one hand to caress Tisha’s hair and the other to brace herself on the dresser. Meanwhile, Tisha grabbed onto the the thick shaft and dove onto that huge dick, sucking and coating the half of it she was able to cram into her mouth. She sucked like a woman possessed, the thought of what a huge dick could do making her pants wet as it hardened in her mouth, making her gag and back off of each inch as it grew in her mouth. She stopped sucking for a bit and pumped the huge hard shaft in her mouth as she groaned in desire before swirling her tongue around the plum-like head, making her sister shiver, before sucking hard on the head and pulling off of it with a loud pop. Reaching up on her knees, she reached for and grabbed a can of air freshener off the dresser. She scrambled back down with thin breath, then placed it side by side wityh the length organ she was just fellating.
“Damn, you’re big,” Tisha gasped. “Your headd stretched past this can, and you’re almost as thick. What the fuck? How did I miss this growing up?”
“A lot of modesty,” Storm said in her lust-hazed mind. Snapping back to reality, she recoiled a bit. “Wait a sec. You just sucked my dick, right?”
“Yeah, I mean…”
“I know it’s been a while and all, but still, I don’t wanna marry you on some West Virginia shit. I mean…”
“Yeah, I feel ya,” Tisha said as she lay back on the bed. “But it was just so big and tempting and so close and…well, you see what happened, right?”
“True. That did feel good. But wait a sec, since I got you here…”
“You buggin’, right?”
“I mean…you got any condoms? That’ll cut down on the freak show kid movement.”
“Hold on,” Tisha said as she nudged Storm out of the way, dug through her panties and pulled out a box of Magnum XXLs. “If you’re for real, use these.”
Storm stood there for a moment rocking on her platform heels, as her big head and little head battled it out in her mind. She looked down at her sister for a bit, then almost snatched the box out of her hand, fishing out a condom opening the wrapper and unfurling it on her dick.
“Get. On. All. Fours.”
She saw her sister get onto the bed on all fours, then reached down to pull down her pants. She got on one knee behind her sister, holding onto her dick and aiming it for that pussy. After a bit of an assist, she could feel the warmth envelop her tip. Little by little, she eased her way into the warm, wet walls, feeling them squeeze with each stroke in and out. Finally, she managed to hit bottom, and began to slowly pump. She got her rhythm going with long strokes, steadying herself with one hand on her sister’s arched back. Feeling herself a bit, she wrapped her hands around her sister’s hips, her talons digging into her sister’s flesh, her platinum tresses beginning to stick to her as she started pumping in abandon. That wonderful, tight pussy was rubbing against her so right, tugging at her, milking her in response. She could hear her sister moaning off in the distance, each stroke making her want to go harder, make her to come hard as the loud slap of flesh hypnotized her.
“Jimmy!”
“Wh-what sis?” Storm said as she was broken out of her trance.
“Phew! I knew calling you that would get our attention,” Tisha said, almost out of breath. “Hey, can we change angles? I’m hitting the wall with my head here.”
“Oh, OK. Lay down lengthwise on the bed,” Storm said as she pulled out of Tisha, then got off the bed for Tisha to straighten out. She then climbed in between Tisha’s legs and pifted them up on her shoulders before gently guiding herself into the opened, slick gash between her sister’s legs. She pushed in all the way to the bottom, then rocked back a bit on her knees before starting to stroke out, htting the G-spot with her huge member. Storm looked down and just rocked her hips back and forth, making her sister gasp in pleasure. She kept up the motion, loving the way that cunt squeezed on her more and more until it went a- flutter, coating her balls in a thick layer of juice. She blindly groped out her sister’s tits, rolling and pinching the nipples and getting a yelp out of her as she kept up that motion before stopping and bending down to suck a nipple.
Taking off the legs off of her shoulders, she reached down with one hand and rolled Tisha’s swollen clit between her fingers. Feeling her coochie twitch around her dick, she braced herself on her hand, pulled out and slid down between Tisha’s legs, brushing aside sweat-matted clumps for her hair from her face. She swirled a tongue deep inside of that warm, distressed cunt, swiping that juice into her mouth before she started tickling the lips with the tip of her tongue. Swiping it back and forth, she had to hold on to those hips to keep Tisha from popping her in the mouth. Hitting the clit, she flicks, then circled, then sucked it into her mouth. She gently inserted her nails inside, swirling them around inside of her before a couple of twitches of her fingers made that twat explode, making her sister yelp a bit as she dug into her nails and felt the juices collect into the palm of her hand. She rode out the orgasm, then slowly eased her fingers out, taking one long last lick of that swollen clit.
By instinct, she pulled her condom off of her slick cock, then straddled her sister face and slipped it into her mouth. By instinct, Tisha sucked on it, then turned to slide in more into her mouth once she realized it was that huge dick that got her off. Storm leaned over her sister, wrapped one lean arm around her head and pumped her cock wit her other hand until she exploded, flooding Tisha’s mouth with cum. She finally felt the sexual tension start to release as she flooded her sister’s mouth with cum as she swallowed, then started to back off as she felt herself slowing to a drip. She release her sister, step off of the bed, then sliding down to the floor sitting, her legs bent almost in half at the knees.
“I can’t…I mean, um, damn…”
“What, Storm?”
“I can’t believe I fucked my sister,” she said in a daze. “That’s some shit, huh?”
“Well, I can’t believe my brother now looks like my sister super hero sister, tells me the Feds turned him into this, accidentally slaps me with the biggest dick I’m seen in person, which I then proceed to fuck out of a lust haze,” Tisha said as she sat up on the bed. “I think I have you beat.”
“OK,” Storm said as she wiped the hair out of her face, then tried to straighten out her frizzy, sweaty blonde tresses. “Tell ya what. Where’s your cellphone?”
“Hold on,” Tisha said as she pulled her shirt down over her ass, then walked out the room. “Here you go,” Tisha said when she returned with the phone, reaching down to her sister.
“Alright,” Storm said as she took the phone and keyed in her cell phone number. “I saved my number on here. Got any plans for tonight?”
“No, why?”
“Call me in a couple of hours at the number I keyed in. I’ll have a car sent out for you. We’ll go someplace nice. It’s the least I can do for violating you, and we can actually talk.”
“Yeah. Can I say this shit is still weird?”
“That you may. Got any spare clean sheets or towels or something? I need to take a shower.”
“One moment shemale Barbie,” Tisha said as she walked out to find some sheets. Meanwhile, Storm crawled over to her bag she casually tossed on the floor and fished out her phone.
“Hello? Yes. It’s Storm Weathers. Could you send over a car to the last place you dropped me at? How long? OK, I’ll be ready by then. Thanks, bye.”
Tisha looked down at her naked sister talking on the phone. “Storm Weathers, eh? Real original. How original is that?”
“As original as me tacklin’ yo’ ass!” Storm said as she playfully tackled her sister onto the bed, then smothered her a bit with a pillow. She looked around for the sheets, then picked up the towels Tisha brought into the room. “That’s for the sheets.”
“You’re welcome…for me not to kick you in the balls!”
Storm stuck her tongue out at Tisha, then gathered the sheets tight to her and walked towards the bathroom from her youth.
“Do you remember where the bathroom is LITTLE BOY!”
“Fuck you Tisha!”
“Ya just did, remember?” Tisha said with a boisterous laugh.
***
Tisha sat at the table in the restaurant waiting for her sister. Since Storm took her cab back to the hotel, she did have the presence of mind of fix her hair, styling her honey brown tresses into a nice bob. She kept her makeup fairly simply, a muted burgundy shade painted on her lips. As she sat there sipping on her glass of water, she was thankful for the basic black later dress she had on, but wonderful if her choice of undergarments was fair. She then looked up to see what had to have been her sister in the distance. Herr hair looked so light, it almost glowed in the soft restaurant light. The ice blue PVC catsuit she wore clung and revealed as much as it covered, with the zipper not even making to her navel and her huge tits framed by the synthetic material. She wore suede boots the same color with 6 inch stiletto heels and accessorized nicely with a small bronze lame purse and large hoops earrings.
“Hey sis!” Storm said as she reached out her hand.”
“Hey, uh, Storm,” Tisha said as she reached out her hand. “I gotta get used to that name.”
“Highly understandable. Did you get a chance to look at the menu?”
“Nah, I figure I’d let you guide. Besides, I’m ticked they don’t have those all-you-can-eat mozzarella sticks.”
Storm said, “hey, Applebee’s isn’t pumping weight on the block, right? Besides, as a part of this whole thing, I have to maintain a certain image.” Storm then pulled out a chair and had a seat at the table.
“So…what are you doing out in NYC these days?”
“Well, right now, it looks like I’m a high-falutin’ USO rep, but unfortunately Bob Hope is dead,” Storm said as she ran a hand through her hair. “I spend the productive part of my day dealing with agents to get the big acts out on the various bases out in Okinawa and South Korea. Tomorrow, I got this long ass meeting with Chris Lighty and the good people at Violator Management. Other times, I fly out to various spots in East Asia to talk concerts and stuff. It’s not what I signed up for, but when I consider the alternative, I’m proud to be an industry…”
“Chill out! You know you ain’t got no sense saying that in mixed company,” Tisha said.
“Hush up, bland food pusher, and look at the menu to see if there’s anything you like.”
“Alright, alright,” Tisha said as she picked up the menu and scanned for what we wanted to order.
“Nice dress by the way,” Storm said. “You do clean up nice.”
“Aww, thanks sweetheart. And what’s with your look?”
“For one, the American taxpayer won’t pay for anything calmer. Besides, remember what I was supposed to end up as. Does that sound like something I’d end up in staid clothes for?”
“Good point,” Tisha said as the waiter arrived. “Hmm…what do I want to order?”
***
The two siblings had themselves a nice meal out, sitting around, flashing back to old times. The meal was worth every penny, and the top-notch wine was loosening up some minds.
“This is some great wine,” Tisha said as she let the nectar linger on her tongue before swallowing. “How did you manage to swing this again?”
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” Storm deadpanned, to much laughter. “Besides, in order to run in the circles I hang in now, I had to learn a few things.”
“I see your point. It’s just hard to just not, ya know, drink it/”
“Been there, done that, and unfortunately don’t have the requisite substitute hoochie-wear to sub for the t-shirt.”
Tisha nervously giggled for a bit, then looked down at the table. “Storm, um, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what’s up sis?”
Tisha audibly sighed, then said “I’ve been thinking about this afternoon. I mean, it’s kind of bugged, ain’t it? I didn’t mean for things to happen like that.”
“Neither did I. I mean, think of all the times we’ve been naked and half-naked around each other over the years…”
“…when you looked a lot different than now!” Tisha said with a laugh.
“True, true. All I did was show off my small surgery scars, accidentally hit you with my stuff, then you lost it, then I lost since times have been hard in the yard, if you get my drift, and there we are. For lack of a better word, shit happened. I mean, I like my non-Appalachian dating practices, and heck, failing that, you can’t divorce relatives, so why go that deep, ya know?”
“True.
“But I would like to divorce cousin Rob, that fucking idiot. How is he doing?”
Tisha bent over, trying to suppress a laugh. “Chill out! You’re gonna make me squirt wine out my nose.”
“But you see my point? It happened; we won’t forget it, big deal. The worst that’ll happen is that I’ve turned ya into a size queen.”
“Who you tellin’?” Tisha said as she rolled her eyes and giggled. “B-but I do want to ask you a favor though. I mean, if you don’t want to do it, it’s OK, but…”
“What is it?”
“Well, I don’t want to make this sound like a bigger deal than this is, but this afternoon was fun. I mean, I don’t want, uh, what you said earlier, but, um, I mean…”
“What?”
“I want you to fuck me up the ass,” Tisha said in a rushed whisper. “There, I said it. I know you’re my brother and all, but I’ve never had something as big as you, and I’ve never did it, um, back there. I figure if I wanted to try it, so I mind as well try it with someone I trust right?”
Storm sat there for a moment, then took a sip of her wine. “I guess. I mean, it’s been a while, and it wouldn’t hurt…”
Tisha kicked Storm under the table, then unzipped her purse and opened it up. Looking inside, she saw a tube of K-Y Jelly lying on top. She flashed storm a look, then flashed a wide smile. Storm replied with a shrug of the shoulders and a tilt of her head.
“Check please.”
Luckily, a waiter was close by to take her hastily fished-out card. The wait for the receipt to come back seemed forever, so she just gave a large tip to get out of Dodge and out to get a cab. The siblings were lucky enough to get a cab as soon as they got out of the restaurant, and sat together wordlessly on the short ride back to Storm’s hotel, afraid to break the mood. They both exited out of the cab gingerly, then walked slowly across the lobby to the bank of elevators. As Storm pressed the up button for the elevator, Tisha pulled up behind her, then silently followed Storm into the elevator, where she pressed the button for the floor.
“That was weird,” Storm said with a smile, and Tisha replied with a nod of the head. “I never thought I’d be trying to walk across around a hotel lobby with my sister.”
“And I’d never thought my brother would have tits like these,” Tisha said as she reached into the cleavage and felt the huge tits defy gravity in her cleavage. Little by little, she slid her hands into Storm’s dress, toying with her nipples and making her gasp. She only stopped when the bell went off for their floor.
Straightening themselves up, Storm led Tisha to her hotel room and, after a bit of a hunt for the room key, let them both in. The first view was of the lights of the city shining like stars through the floor to ceiling windows. Once the light went on, the expansive layout was revealed. From the huge closets to the plush king-sized bed, to the living area and a bathroom, all appointed with cool, modern style with metallic finishes, it seemed to match Storm while making her sister feeling out of place.
“Nice room you got there,” Tisha said.
“Thanks. I noticed it had a nice view when I checked in.”
“So…uh, want to have a seat?”
“Yeah…OK.”
Storm walked over to place her purse on the nightstand closest to her, while Tisha sat down straight up on the bed, her knees and feet together and her bag on her lap. Storm walked over to her sister, towering over her in her heels and stood there wordlessly, trying to figure out a best way to get everything started.
“So, um, Tisha.”
“Yes?”
“What, I mean, how are we going to do this?”
Tisha looked out in front of her and saw that the zipper on her sister’s catsuit extended down through her crotch. She reached out, peeled down the zipper and revealed a lacy pair of baby blue panties. Stopping to think for a moment, she licked the front of those panties, feeling that huge dick pulse and smelling its scent. She grabbed the gusset, then pulled it to the side, watching that huge cock and balls drop to view. She licked her lips as the panties now formed a baby blue band around such a huge, thick chocolate bar. Finally, she lifted it up, titled her head to the side and took it in her mouth, moving her head from one side to the other before going back up. She kept up with the momentum, trying to get it hard in her mouth, stroking it with both hands as she thought about how it would feel in her ass. Finally, she steeled herself and started milking that huge dick with her mouth, holding on to the base with both hands as the thickening shaft strained her grip. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste of that dick in her mouth, feeling it pulse and harden into a huge weapon that was destined to open up her ass to a level she’s always wanted.
She reached down into her purse and fished out the metallic tube of lube. Pulling her head off the dick and surprising short of breath, she uncapped the tube, dropped a dollop in the palm of her hands, then rubbed her hands together to warm it up. She rubbed the huge dick from base to tip, hearing her sister gasp as she twisted her hands over the sensitive head. When she was finished, it was all she could to eat the slick chocolate flesh, but she crawled up on the bed, got on all fours pointed towards the head and pulled up the back of her dress to her ass.
“Hmm, missy…what were you planning on doing if I said no?” Storm said as she got on her knees behind Tisha on the bed.
“Use that Pledge can I measured you with earlier.”
“Really, now?” Storm said as she pulled a round ass cheek open, revealing her tight, tiny asshole. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
“Mmmhmm,” Tisha said as she bit her lip and braced herself.
Storm aimed her hard dick for the tight asshole with one hand and gently pushed, grateful that it managed to yield open that much. She took the time to ease it up Tisha’s ass, relishing how tight it managed to grab onto her as she slid in. When she finally bottom, she kept her hips absolutely still, knowing that it was going to take Tisha some time to adjust herself down there. She used one hand to tickle that clit with her nails, loving the twitching on her hard dick that she felt. She gently scratched those lower lips with her long talons before grabbing onto Tisha’s hips and slowly starting to move. With those first few small strokes, Tisha began to shake and moan uncontrollably, her ass trying to grip the huge dick as much as she could. As she managed to finally get up to full strokes, Storm felt her sister loose it beneath her, cumming hard seemingly every few strokes. Her momentum driving her shoulders into the bed.
Tisha felt a hand on her shoulder pull her up onto her elbows, as her body became a ball of pure energy. She felt herself getting impaled on her sister’s huge dick over and over, the massive stretching from the sheer fullness and friction playing her nerves perfectly. She felt herself trying to squeeze her ass muscle against the invading member, but to no use as a pair of hands attacked her nipples and clit simultaneously, eliciting a primal wail from between her legs. She felt herself finally begin to leave her body, her orgasms driving her to a more than little death, then…
The sound of the water running into the sink brought her back to. Storm had the door open as she poured some of the hotel’s body wash on a washcloth, then lathered it up and cleaned her boy parts from the sex. Her tip was still sensitive, so she moved gingerly to avoid feeling the sting of the fabric.
“Uh…Storm,” Tisha sleepily said. “Where are you?”
“In the bathroom. I’m cleaning up myself after you passed out.”
“Wh-what happened?” Tisha said as she managed to roll onto her back and sit up slightly.
“Apparently, I did something right. You passed out cold, and I was kind of freaked out as to what to do. I figure the smart thing to do is to pull out and start cleaning myself up.”
“Oh,” Tisha replied, as she finally felt what a gaping hole her asshole had became. She reached down with a finger between her legs and tried to feel out her asshole. She tried to clench down on her finger with her ass, but it wouldn’t touch all around, though two seemed to be sufficient enough for her purposes. “Damn, I’m gaping. Will I be OK?”
“Oh, you’ll be fine, sis,” Storm said as she wet the wash cloth against to begin to rinse the soap off of her. “A night of sleep, and it’ll be back to normal.”
“Ok…um, mind if I sleep here tonight?” Tisha said as she sat up on the edge of the bed.
“Sure, sis. I don’t have to be down to the office until 11 or so. Maybe we can go out for some breakfast.”
“Alright,” Tisha said. Finally getting her bearings, she stood up and staggered the long distance to the bathroom, regretting the decision to wear even 2 inch heels. She walked into the airy bathroom to see a sweat-glazed Storm, her translucent hair now frizzy and out of place, her hands making sure to get the last of the soap off of her still hard dick.
“How’s it going there, sis of mine?”
“OK, just finishing up with the clean up.”
“Hey, did you cum in the midst of all that?”
“Not really. I kind of freaked out after you passed out. I mean yeesh, you’re still my sister, despite the events of the past few hours, ya know?”
Tisha shook her head as if still in a daze, then shuddered with the aftershock of an orgasm. “Whew, that was wild.”
“I take it that you enjoy anal?”
Tisha nodded her head. “I think I did. All I know is that, wow, that’s some shit.”
Storm took the time to laugh at her sister at her fate, shimming a bit and waving her dick a bit.
“You’re a trip, ya know?”
“Thank you, thank you,” Storm replied before sticking her tongue out at her sister.
“Hey, did you ever cum?”
“No…why do you keep asking?”
Tisha stood up straight as an idea popped into her head. “Just sit down on the toilet seat and close your eyes. I’ll be back.”
Storm did as she was told, figuring that whatever her sister was going to do would cure the dull ache in her balls. She closed her eyes and leaned back a bit, her dick feeling impossibly tall out of her crotch. Soon, she heard the click of heels on the tile, then the warmth of her sister’s body between her legs. Then, she felt warm, slick hands grip her dick, sliding slowly up and down, twisting at the tip. Little by little, then tugged at her dick more forcefully, pulling her dick more closely to horizontal to the floor. The strokes shortened up, concentrating on her tip as she felt her cum being tugged up through her dick. Deciding to not firs the feeling, she lifted up her hips and let go, her cum pouring through her sister’s fingers and onto the floor, with a few drops going back onto the shaft. As she felt herself finally start to come down, she felt Tisha’s tongue lick off the last bits of cum from her shaft.
“That was good, sis. I needed that,” Storm said as she sat up. “Did you use the lube for jacking me off?”
“Mmmhmm,” Tisha said. “Figure it was the least I could do for you making me pass out.”
“Thanks,” Storm said as she reached down to undo the buckles on her heels. “I think you just made me wanna sleep. Can you toss a pillow off the bed for me?”
“What? Is someone afraid of a little incest?” Tisha said to a big chuckle.
“Hey, it’s been fun, but I’m not planning on making this a regular thing, alright?”
“OK,’ Tisha said in a faux-lusty whisper. “But you know you could make me your sex slave…for life!”
“Hush,” Storm said as she struggled to remove her boots from one, then the other leg. “Besides, I still need to sleep. But I still love you though. Lemme peck your cheek,” she said as she gave a big wet smack of Tisha’s cheek before stepping over her.
“Eww…gross, ya weirdo!”
Storm chucked to herself as she wound her way out of the skin-tight catsuit. When she finally got it off of her, she let it drop to the floor, then walked over to her closet to fish out the spare blanket. “C’mon, Tisha. I really need to sleep.”
“Alright,” Tisha said as she finally got to her feet. She walked over to Storm and gave her a warm hug. The two siblings then went to get themselves ready for bed, Tisha on the bed and Storm on the couch.
“You sure you’re OK on the couch, sis? I mean, I’m still new to this sis biz, but still…”
“Chill out, Tish. You’re my guest,” Storm said as she pulled the blanket over her.
“Look, I know today’s been weird, but you’re still flesh and blood alright?”
“Tisha, Tisha, you worry too much!” Storm said as she walked over to her sister, then tucked her in and gave her a peck on the cheek. “I’ve done this enough times, right? Just think of tonight as something we can use to blackmail each other with,” Storm finished with a laugh.
“Like that wonderful classy lady you snuck into the house back in high school, right?”
“Goodnight Tisha,” Storm said as she jumped back onto the couch and pulled the blanket over her. She let out a little chuckle before settling back into a nice, relaxing sleep.