It was just after 1 a.m. when my bedroom door opened.
I looked up from my phone, which I’d been scrolling through for some decent porn to wank to and my older sister, Lauren, stood in the doorway in her oversized t-shirt and long plaid pyjama bottoms. Subtly, I tucked my cock back in my shorts. She sniffed as she came into my room; her makeup had been running, and I knew she’d been crying.
No need to ask why, another dumping.
“Liam,” she said, “why do all guys have to be dicks?”
She strolled over to my bed and slumped down on it. I bounced slightly as she dropped her body on the mattress. My stomach churned at the thought of her upset, we were close, and I hated seeing her like this again. A breath escaped me, and my shoulders fell sharply; she shot me a look instantly.
“Sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean it like that, just that you…you know…tend to go for the dickheads.”
She scooted over to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I rubbed her back, feeling it rise and fall slowly with each breath. Her perfume filled my nose, and I breathed it in. I could see the glittering of tears on her cheek, and I rubbed it gently with the back of my finger, she purred at my touch, her body slowed as we sat in silence for a few moments.
“I mean, yeah, you might be right, they are all jerks. I need a nice guy,” she said, her voice crackling with each word. “You know someone like you. I’ve heard you’re the perfect gentleman when you take girls out.”
My lip curled in one corner.
“I might be a nice guy, but it doesn’t get me laid, does it?” I said, half-laughing.
She sniffed and let out a tiny giggle.
“Don’t be like that. Not all dates need to end with sex,” she said.
I gave her a squeeze around her shoulder.
“No, but a blowjob, every now and then, would be nice,” I joked.
Again, she breathed a laugh, her head shook on my shoulder while I stroked her hair. Then she shifted on the bed, pushing herself onto her knees and sat facing me. The heavy eyes were now replaced with sharper, almost playful ones. My breath pushed my chest harder, and my mouth went dry.
“Wait,” she said, the previous crackle in her voice had gone, replaced with a quiet confidence “, so when you’ve been out and not had sex, what do you do?” The question hung between us, the air thick with tension, and my chest tightened. “Do you come in here and…take care of yourself?”
I forced a swallow; my throat was thick and dry. I wiped my sweaty palms on my shorts, attempting to buy a few seconds of time. Words formed in my head, but they wouldn’t come out, paralysed by her directness.
“Is that what you were doing when I came in?” she added.
The question hung in the air. My mind went blank as I scrambled for words; none came. My hand tightened around my phone until the knuckles turned white. Her eyes flicked to my fingers, but I saw it too late as she quickly snatched it from my hand, pushed me away and turned her body to shield it from me. I lunged desperately for the phone, arms flailing, but she held me off easily with one hand while swiping in my code with the other. The screen lit up, showing exactly what I’d been watching. My stomach dropped. She stood up from the bed, holding the phone out of my reach, and smirked.
“Cheerleaders, eh?”
I buried my face in my hands, wishing the floor would just swallow me whole. She stood in silence, scrolling and I made one last attempt to grab it, but she easily shifted, and I fell helplessly.
“Give it back!” I said.
Lauren grinned at me, her face different from only a few minutes ago. She had a devilish look in her eye, one that usually meant trouble. She threw the phone on the bed out of my reach, and I dived to grab it, but when I turned back, she had gone. My head swam with thoughts, and I sat with my head in my hands.
After a few minutes, I’d calmed myself back down. There was nothing I could do about it, and so what if I liked cheerleader porn? I’m obviously not the only one if there are loads of it on the internet. Deciding that it was best not to try and wank again, I turned off my phone.
Then my door creaked again.
“Lauren?” I asked. “I’ve turned my phone off now.”
The door swung fully open, and she stepped into my room. My jaw hit the floor.
“What do you think?” she asked.
She was standing there in her old school cheerleading uniform. The green and yellow striped hoop skirt barely covered her anymore, and her soft, creamy legs stretched to the ground. I stared at her fantastic body, my cock suddenly back to full attention again.
“Look,” she said as she kicked her foot to the ceiling, “no knickers. Just like the ones in your videos.”
I blinked about a hundred times before I finally spoke.
“Lauren, what the hell?”
She stepped towards me.
“What’s the matter, little bro? Nervous?” her voice carried a hint of mischief.
Her eyes fell to my tented shorts and she reached her hand out and grabbed my shaft through the fabric. I jumped at her touch, and she flashed me a wicked grin.
“Well, I think you deserve something for being such a nice guy,” she said.
I was paralysed, neither my body nor my mouth worked anymore. The thoughts in my head were fighting between it being wrong because she’s my sister and how fucking hot she was. We held each other’s gaze, and she flashed me a wicked smile; I knew that I was going to both enjoy and regret what came next.
Slowly, she sank to her knees until her head was inches from my groin. I looked down at her and saw her two ample tits fighting to stay inside her tight top. Her fingers traced the obvious outline of my dick in my shorts, the fabric straining at her touch.
“Oh, Lauren. What the…”
My throat went dry as I tried to continue, but it was like I’d swallowed a beach-worth of sand.
The corner of her mouth curled as she continued to deliberately circle her finger on me, then, without warning, she grabbed the elastic of my shorts and pulled so that my cock sprang free. She flicked her eyes up to me and held my gaze as my dick disappeared into her mouth. Her soft lips gently slid down my pole until she reached my base. I held my breath as her tongue brushed my head, sending a shiver through my body.
She pulled her head back and then sank her lips back down my wet shaft, the pace increasing with each bob of her head. Instinctively, I pushed my hips into her face as she reached the hilt again, causing her to cough as she choked on my solid cock.
My fingers reached behind her head as I held it in place and fucked her face. She opened her mouth slightly, and the wet gargling noise filled the air as I pumped into her. Then, as quickly as it started, she pulled her lips from me.
“Fucking hell, Liam,” she said, “Not so rough. Although your cock is fucking amazing.” She leaned forward and gave it one last big suck.
“Now, I’m fucking horny as fuck. I didn’t put this uniform on for shits and giggles. I need you inside me.”
“What?!” I said.
My head wasn’t working properly, like I’d just suffered a short-circuit. My sister had just blown my fucking mind, and now she wanted me to fuck her.
“I’ve just fucking blown you. It’s a bit late for being all moral and everything. You’re horny, I’m horny, so let’s just fuck!”
She let out an exasperated sigh and pushed me back on the bed. Before I could say anything, she pinned me with her hands and straddled my stomach. I could feel her pussy juices running down my side. I felt powerless against her, but I only protested half-heartedly at best; my dick was hard, and I really did want to be inside her. Expertly, she lifted her pussy off me and positioned it over my dick. I felt her juices coat my head as she teased me; my cock hurt with how hard it was.
“You’re about to fuck a cheerleader. How do you feel?” she teased.
“Fucking amazing, like this is a dream”, I replied.
She beamed, “Does this feel like a fucking dream?” she said, as she sank her pussy over my cock. My head pushed her lips apart as my shaft disappeared inside of her. Instantly my guilt evaporated and electricity shot through me.
“Ahhhhh,” she moaned. “God, it feels good to have a cock inside me again.”
She reached her hands under her top and whipped it off, throwing it down to the floor. Her ample tits bounced free, my eyes fixed on her, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
“Do you like my tits?” she asked.
I nodded tightly, the words stuck in my throat at the sight of my sister’s perfect breasts. She leaned forward, positioning her tits inches from my face. I desperately tried to lick her nipples, but she teased as she pulled them slightly out of reach. Instead, I pushed my hips up into her, and she snapped her legs into my side.
“Not so eager,” she said and forced her ass into my crotch.
Slowly, her hips began to rock against mine. I could feel my dick pressing against her velvety walls. She slid along my shaft effortlessly, and my cheeks flushed as her pace increased a little. I reached forward and grabbed her bare tits; they felt wonderful. They were my sister’s tits and I fucking couldn’t get enough of them, pulling myself up so I could take them in my mouth. My tongue quickly went to work, flicking her nipple, and my teeth bit slightly on her.
“Ow,” she panted.
“Sorry,” I said.
“No, it’s good, just not so hard. Do it again, bite your naughty sister’s tits. Oh fucking hell!”
I nibbled her again harder, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, tighter, squeezing her walls against my cock. She felt so tight and warm, it was like I was lost in a perfect dream. By now her hips were in full flow, bouncing on mine, allowing me to see my cock as it appeared for a split second before getting buried in her beautiful snatch. Her moans filled the air as she pushed herself further, her ass slapping against me, the echo bouncing around my head. I could barely believe what was happening.
“Oh fuck, Liam,” she cried. “Fuck me!! Fuck me little brother.”
I pushed my hips into her, matching her rhythm. My cock drove deeper, and her breathing grew heavier.
“Oh God!” she moaned.
“Fuck yes, Lauren,” I cried.
Her pussy gripped my cock as she orgasmed. I felt my balls tighten.
“Oh God, sis, I’m going to cum!”
Before she could reply, I felt instant relief as I felt ropes of spunk shoot inside her.
“Ahhhhh,” she groaned.
I pushed my cock as far as I could and emptied myself into my sister’s hungry cunt. She collapsed forward, and we kissed deeply. I drove my cock into her again, and she moaned into my mouth.
“I think that’s all of it,” I joked.
“Oh God, Liam. That was awesome. If the girls knew you could fuck like that, then you wouldn’t need porn.”
She rolled off me, leaving a slimy trail on my bed.
“Well, at least I know what my uniform is good for. Seriously though, bro, why wank to a cheerleader when you can fuck a perfectly good one?”
She laughed and left my room.
I sat wondering what the fuck happened, but I definitely couldn’t wait for the next time.