My sisters and I were always close growing up. I was the middle child and only boy; my sister Marie was two years older, and my younger sister Annie was born a mere 11 months after me. Despite moving away and going to colleges in separate areas of the country, we became even closer as young adults. The summer between my junior and senior years in college provided the greatest bonding experience for me and my siblings.
Marie had graduated from a university in Virginia and relocated to Boston for her first “real” job. Annie had transferred to Boston University, and I had landed an internship with a firm based in Woburn, just outside of Boston. My sisters found a great apartment in the Back Bay with an extra bedroom that I could occupy for the summer while they searched for a third roommate.
We did everything together — working out, concerts, dinners, nightlife, and plenty of partying. Interestingly, a group of probably 10 or so people we had grown up with had migrated to Boston for school or work, so we always had familiar faces and shared friends in and out of the apartment. My sisters and I were the ringleaders of this fun-loving group, and we happily enjoyed the time and experiences we shared.
One particular night from that summer remains forever etched in my memory — a night that I relive in my mind to this day almost three decades later. The evening started out innocently enough with dinner at the apartment and a bottle of wine shared with my two sisters. We were meeting up with four or five other friends at a bar in Brighton to see some guys we knew that played in an Aerosmith cover band. It was a warm, humid July night, and everyone was dressed more for the beach than a night on the town due to the heat and humidity.
I remember Marie (who typically dressed to the nines) in a tight t-shirt dress that perfectly hugged her petite 5′ 2″ body, nicely accentuating her firm breasts and ass. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she was wearing flat sandals instead of her typical four-inch heels. The absence of a panty line and her protruding nipples had me wondering if anything else was on underneath that dress. Annie was very casual too, in short-shorts and a cut-off polo shirt with just enough of her rock-hard abs and toned waistline exposed to turn that somewhat boyish outfit into something pretty damn sexy.
The night was a blast, filled with drinks, live music, dancing and laughter. At that time, Boston bars closed at midnight, which usually left us searching for late-night eats or another place to keep the party rolling. As was typically the case, the party found its way back to our apartment. Thankfully, we had stocked the fridge with beer before heading out.
Probably a dozen people filled our small living room, and a joint or two circled the space. Marie, who had been dancing most of the night, commandeered the stereo, insisting that the others dance with her. More than once I caught myself watching her athletic little body swaying, still trying to determine if she was wearing anything under that short dress.
Around 1:00 AM, the first few guests moved to the door, and Annie decided to call it a night. She headed to her room with a few girlfriends in tow. Marie was still pulling our remaining guests onto her makeshift dance floor, and I busied myself gathering beer bottles and bidding farewell to the parting friends until it was just Marie and me left in the living room.
“Dance with me, brother!” she demanded, extending her tiny hand in my direction.
I put down the last couple of bottles and moved toward her. Derek and the Dominoes were belting out “Layla”, and I protested lightly that it wasn’t much of a dance tune. Marie would have none of my objections.
“Quiet, you!” she snapped, pulling me against her. “It’s the piano solo — perfect for slow dancing!”
She threw her arms around me, pressed her body against mine, and her head fell on my chest. We probably looked like two eighth graders at a middle school dance. We had both had plenty to drink, and that only added to our slow dance swaying. Her ever-perky nipples pressed into my abdomen, and I had to awkwardly lean my pelvis away from her to conceal the erection I could feel stirring below.
“It’s late, sis” I said as the last chirps of Duane Allman’s slide guitar faded away at the end of the song. “Let’s toss these last few empty bottles and call it a night.”
“You’re no fun!” she huffed and pouted jokingly. “My brother the party pooper!”
I laughed, cleared the last few remaining empty beer bottles and followed her upstairs to the bedrooms. Marie had the biggest room, and it had its own bathroom. Annie and I shared a hallway bathroom that split our two bedrooms. I gave Marie a hug goodnight, and she tiptoed to kiss my cheek before disappearing into her room.
Much to my surprise, I noticed two bodies lying in my bed and two others on the floor. Several of my younger sister’s friends were passed out in my room, and, being the gentleman, I left them there and closed the door quietly behind me.
“I guess I’m on the couch tonight” I thought to myself.
As I turned to head back downstairs, Marie was in the hallway. She had gone back downstairs to retrieve a bottle of water.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“It looks like Jonestown in my room — bodies everywhere!” I joked.
“You can crash with me” Marie smiled. “It will be like when we were little kids on vacation.”
“Thanks, sis” I replied with a yawn. “I’m sure your bed will be much more comfortable than the living room couch.”
I quickly brushed my teeth in the hallway bathroom and then walked to Marie’s room. It was dark with just a small amount of light emanating from beneath her bathroom door. I shed my clothes, keeping my boxers on, and climbed into her bed. As tired as I was, I couldn’t help but wonder what my sister would be wearing to bed. I had been somewhat captivated with the short t-shirt dress she had on earlier and couldn’t stop glancing at her erect nipples and firm ass as she was dancing. I sensed my cock stirring.
“Holy shit — what kind of pervert gets aroused thinking about his sister” I thought to myself, somewhat angry that I allowed my imagination to drift in that direction. I chalked it up to the alcohol talking and rolled over to go to sleep.
Just then the bathroom door opened, and light flooded the dark bedroom. I kept my eyes shut so as not to embarrass my sister if she had already undressed. The light clicked off, and I felt my sister climb into bed. Without hesitating, she skootched over and spooned me from behind. I could feel the hard nipples and firm breasts against my back — she was naked! Her arm came around me, and her hand began caressing my chest and abs. My cock twitched again as her hand wandered further down, her fingers finding their way under the waistband of my boxers.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. Of course, I’d fantasized about my sisters before, especially as an adolescent when I could jerk off four times a day and a stiff breeze was enough to “inspire” me. But this was really MY SISTER!
Her fondling continued with her hand grazing over my semi-erect cock, gripping it lightly through my undershorts, until she encountered my balls, which she gave a gentle squeeze. Then she slipped her hand up the leg hole of my boxers and gripped my now rigid cock tightly. Marie let out a slight moan, more of a hum, from behind me as she continued to explore my cock and balls with her hand.
I reached behind me and felt her hip and around to her ass. She elevated her leg and wrapped it around my waist allowing my fingers access to her ass and pussy. Her slit was already wet as my fingers glided from her anus to her clit. She was now slowly jerking my rock-hard cock as I was reaching back, giving her a fingertip massage.
This continued for several minutes but I knew I needed more. At the risk of being shut down, I rolled over, and my sister spread her legs allowing me to come face-to-face with those beautiful, perky tits. I leaned down and kissed them, sucking each nipple, nuzzling her under boob, licking and biting her nips gently. Her light moan signified her approval, so I kissed lower, down her flat abs to her waistline and hips, pausing slightly at her pretty mound that had just a wisp of trimmed hair.
Her already wet pussy gleamed beneath her clit. I kissed and licked down her left thigh and then up her right, bringing my tongue to her labia. Her pussy was already so wet, and I immediately began licking her incredibly sweet juices, my tongue running the length of her slit and flickering at her tight, pink asshole each time I went down. Marie grabbed my head and guided my mouth back to her clit. I kissed it and placed my lips around it, running my tongue in circles while applying suction to her most sensitive area.
Marie’s body clenched and her hands pulled my head closer to her body. She lifted her legs and gyrated her hips as I continued my sucking, licking and tonguing.
“Oh God; don’t stop!” she exclaimed in what I can only describe as a hushed scream. “Don’t fucking stop!”
With that, I felt a full body shudder ripple its way through her and she left out a long, slow, guttural moan capped with a “FUCK!! I’m gonna cum!”
Her juices flooded my mouth, and I focused on continuing the sucking and licking until she pulled my head away from her soaking wet cunt. Marie’s legs were shaking, and she was breathing heavily. I kissed my way back up to her breasts, and as I moved north, the head of my cock became poised at her wet opening. For the first time since she climbed into bed, we made eye contact.
I grabbed my cock and began rubbing the head up and down along her slit, pushing the head a bit deeper with each stroke. Marie reached down to stop my probing and stroking. She held my cock steady, the head inside her. We were in suspended animation for a moment, both somewhat unsure what would happen next.
I pressed my hips forward, and Marie let go, allowing my rigid tool to slip inside her warm, wet pussy. She was tight but so wet that penetration was almost effortless. Marie gasped as I entered her fully, my thick, nine-inch cock stretching her and bottoming out. I held my cock buried deep within her, pressing my pelvis against hers. I leaned down and kissed her deeply, and she returned the kiss with her tongue hungrily exploring my mouth.
I withdrew my cock and immediately plunged it back in as my sister wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me hard against her. This would not be a tender love making session; this was fucking — carnal, lustful, passionate fucking.
Marie withdrew her tongue from my mouth long enough to order me to fuck her hard, and then returned to tongue wrestling with me as we fucked. She raised her hips as I plowed my cock into her, our bodies slapping together loudly and the pace of our fucking increasing. I knew I wouldn’t last long, and my mind cleared long enough to remember that this was my sister, and there was no way I could cum inside her.
As I felt my orgasm building, I pulled out and began furiously jerking my cock, pointing it directly at those wonderful tits. Not skipping a beat, Marie sat up, grabbed my cock, and thrust it into her mouth. Apparently, she, too, had an idea of where she wanted my load to land! After maybe 45 seconds of her amazing deep throating and stroking, I released my hot load with a loud grunt and gasp. Marie clasped her lips around my thick cock, swallowing hard and sucking each spurt of semen as my cock unloaded in her hot mouth.
Thoroughly spent, I collapsed on the bed next to my sister. Smiling and licking her lips, she rolled over with her back to me. It was my turn to spoon her, and my still hard cock lodged directly into her wet opening as I curled up around her. It was clear my hardon wasn’t subsiding any time soon, so I eased it further into her, and she welcomingly pushed back, accepting it deep into her wet, gaping pussy.
My arms reached around her, and my hands grabbed Marie’s beautiful tits as I began slowly fucking her from behind. She pulled her top leg up to provide more access, and I pushed deeper, again feeling the head of my cock bottom out inside her. Marie instructed me to hold there and began and rhythmic gyration of her hips bearing down on the head of my cock.
“Don’t move!” she gasped, apparently working up another orgasm. “Oooooo, fuck!!” she moaned and cooed, and I could again feel her legs trembling as her torso shuddered and she pressed down harder while gyrating on my cock. “I’m cumming!!”
“FUCK ME!” she screamed, urging me to return to action. I flipped her onto her stomach and began plowing her deep and hard as she urged me to fuck her even harder and faster. I gripped her hips tightly as I fucked her from behind, our bodies again slapping loudly with each thrust.
I could feel another orgasm building as she squeezed and clenched that amazing pussy on my raging hardon.
“Oh, fuck; I’m gonna cum, sis!” I announced loudly. “You’re gonna make me cum!”
Worried again about cumming inside my sister, I pulled out and sprayed a second load on her ass and back. When I was done, I re-inserted my semi-rigid cock back into her warm cunt, and we rolled back into a spooning position. We lay there until we each caught our breath. Neither of us spoke, and neither of us moved. Our bodies felt amazing together, and her pussy clenched around my slowly softening penis.
Marie finally rose and went to the bathroom, and I did the same (sneaking into the hallway bathroom undetected by any of the drunk and passed-out guests). When I returned to her room, Marie was back in bed, dressed in an oversized men’s t-shirt. I found my boxers and put them back on before climbing in next to her. Still not sure what to say or do, I moved over to her side of the bed. Marie rolled to me, clasped her hands at my face and gave me a long kiss.
“Good night, little brother” she whispered and rolled over. I kissed her shoulder and rolled over to the other side of the bed.
“Yes,” I thought to myself, “that was one VERY good night.”
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