I’d blurted out, “Fuckin’-A right it is!” without any thought. It was just a reaction to my sister having just given me the best blow job I’d ever had plus her comment about how it was really going to be a Merry Christmas. Not to mention it was also the first BJ I’d ever had while driving a car. I felt lucky to have kept it in the lane.
I looked over at her to say more, only to see her lying back in her seat, eyes closed, once again jillin’ her pussy with her right hand while pulling and rubbing her left nip with her other. The sight was riveting. This was the second time she’d done it while I watched. The first being right before she gave me the blow job a few minutes previous. Her live show kept me speechless as my head moved back and forth between her and the road.
Soon she started murmuring, “Yes, yes, yes…” and her thighs started quivering faster and faster, until, “Fuck yes!” as her body shuddered. Then she turned towards me. “Like the show Bro? I knew you’d be watching.”
“Fuck Sis, you are a slutmuffin aren’t you? Damn!”
She started laughing. “Never been called that before. Is that good or bad?”
“Good, means like that sayin’ about always being classy except for being a slut in the bedroom.”
“Okay, cool, I’m like that, and definitely your slutmuffin.” She laughed again. “Your slutmuffin has noticed that you’re hard again. I like that. Ready for more lil Bro?”
“Jeez, are you also insatiable?” I was worried about the increasing traffic and the approaching city skyline on the horizon. “Look out the window. Put your clothes on. We’re getting close to the city.”
“Aww. You don’t wanna see these anymore?” she said while jiggling her tits.
“C’mon Sis, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Okay, okay. Relax. I’m getting dressed, see?” More laughter.
“Thank you. So, how many guys—”
“What?” she interrupted, as she finished dressing. “How many have I blown, fucked? You’d love my diary. I’ve kept one since my first time in high school that summer between my sophomore and junior years. Bet you didn’t know that.”
“Seriously?”
“Yup. Names, dates, what, where. My memory book. When you fuck like a bunny you can’t remember everything, and I want to.”
I almost lost it. “‘Fuck like a bunny,’ you really—”
“Relax. I’m just teasing you. Well, mostly anyway. Not about the diary, but the ‘bunny’ part.”
“Well, you’re right, I’d love to read that!” Then it dawned on me… “You’re not going to write about us, are you?! We do not want anything we might do memorialized in writing or any other way, like pics.”
“Don’t worry. I may be a slut, but not a stupid one.”
I think I visibly relaxed. “Okay. Cool. Listen, I love you, you know, right? I’m just looking out for you… and, okay, me also.”
“No worries Bro. We’re cool, but we’re still…?”
“Oh yeah. We’re def going to…” I couldn’t decide what word to use.
“Fuck our brains out?”
I laughed. “Yeah. In every way possible. But we gotta be careful. The absolute last thing we need is for Mom and Dad to find out.”
“Oh yeah, I totally agree about that!”
“The good thing is that since they turned your old bedroom into their office/den, we’ll be sleeping on the twin beds they put in my old room. It’s our noise level that we have to be really careful about. No shouting, ‘I’m cumming,’ or anything like that. Can you do that?”
“I’ll somehow have to. I really like being verbal about things, it adds to my fun.”
“Well, work really hard!”
Laughing, she said, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll git ‘er done.”
“You better or we could be fucked and not in the good way.”
“Okay, enough. So, I’m curious, did Chrissy know in advance about your dick size?”
“That had better not go into your diary either! And, no she didn’t.”
“Soo… c’mon, spill it. What was her reaction? Tell me about it.”
“Wow! You’re really horny for it, aren’t you? You can’t wait for me to stretch you like you’ve never been. You’ll feel things you never imagined. It might ruin your future enjoyment of sex with an average-dicked guy. Be careful what you ask for is all I can say.” I even managed to keep a straight face as I said all this to her.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m not exactly worried. You know babies come out there and I’ve never heard of a woman being ruined. So you—”
I interrupted her, “That’s true, but think of how painful that is and how it takes weeks to recover.”
She gave me her yeah right look and said, ”Okay funny guy, you’re avoiding telling me about Chrissy.”
I chuckled and said, “Okay, but just FYI, she did say once that she wondered if heroin was more or less addicting than ‘it’. But to answer you, that first time, we were in her dorm room. The lights were dim. We’d been making out. It was pretty obvious what was going to happen. She undid my belt. I pulled her top off and began playing with her tits. Then, ‘Holy shit! You’re huge!’” I paused and looked at Carrie thinking I’d answered her question.
“Well?! Go on already!” She smiled and kinda chuckled.
“What’s funny?” I asked.
“Oh, I was just wondering if it would fit, and then I realized she was not the first girl to have experienced it, so it’ll obviously fit. And she is number…?”
“Enough already! You won’t answer the same question so let’s move on to something else, like how does my cum compare to other guys you’ve blown?”
“Clever deflection. But okay, I get it. So, first of all, guys all basically taste the same, with some variation. It’s not huge, but it’s noticeable. You, my dear brother, are just a tiny bit sweeter, among other tastes, than what I’d call average. So, call yourself lucky in that way also. How soon til we get there?”
“The GPS says ten minutes.”
“Okay, so for Mom and Dad, we talked about school, our courses and professors, how much we’re looking forward to Christmas at home. Maybe seeing some old friends and going to a few parties… blah, blah, blah. Right?”
“Right. By the way, did you put your bra back on?”
“Of course! What kind of question is that?”
“I just wondered why your nips were showing,” I said quite innocently.
“Knock it off you little shit. Like you don’t know. They’ll go down. I thought we were going to cool it?”
As I laughed, I said, “You’re right. Sorry, I couldn’t resist. My dick’s semi-hard if you hadn’t noticed. Okay, back to old Bro and Sis now.”
We listened to music for the next few minutes until I pulled into the driveway of the old homestead. Mom and Dad came out to greet us as we were getting our suitcases out of the rear. Hugs, kisses, “We miss you both.” The expected parental greeting. I felt a bit awkward. Partly because thoughts of what had recently happened were still floating in my brain and partly because of what was planned for later tonight. Sis told me later that she’d had the same reaction. That made us both feel we were being rational and not totally crazy about it.
We went in the house and Mom asked us if we were still okay with sleeping in the same room because they could fix something up for me in the basement if Carrie wanted them to. We both laughed and Carrie said it was cool with both of us. “After all, we’re brother and sister. I think we can handle it. We do like each other you know.” More laughter and Dad asked us if we wanted some wine or a beer. That was cool, being treated like an adult, which we both were. We both took the beer.
We both could smell Mom’s homemade garlic rolls and spaghetti sauce.
“I can smell what’s cookin’,” Carrie said.
“Yeah!” I chimed in. “Our favorite. Your special spaghetti and meatballs, plus your wonderful garlic rolls. Can’t wait! When do we eat? We’re hungry and a bit tired. The drive was seven hours. Even though we split driving time, it was a haul. We’ll probably flake out early on you tonight, if that’s okay?”
“Oh, no problem,” Dad said. “You’re going to be here for four nights, right?”
“Yeah. We’re planning on leaving Thursday morning so we’ll have some free time back at school. We really don’t have all that much time to just explore and enjoy the Chicago area. Plus there will be some fun parties. We don’t want to miss those!”
“We’re just glad you’ll be here for Christmas. It wouldn’t be the same without you guys.”
“We love you too! So, let’s eat!” Carrie said.
With that, Mom got up to do some last-minute prep. Within a few minutes she had it ready to go so we all pitched in to get things on the table and sit down. As we were moving around Carrie pointedly glanced at my crotch and I did the same to her tits. The tension was building.
I felt like I was in a slow-motion movie. Time seemed to actually slow down. After dinner, we chatted some more and there was a Sunday night football game on, so we watched until halftime when Carrie yawned and said how tired she was. I agreed and said we should call it a night so we could get some sleep.
They understood and Mom had to walk upstairs to the bedroom with us to make sure everything was okay and just do her Mom thing. We told her everything was great and not to knock on the door to check on us because we’d probably sleep late.
She said, “Okay. Well, sleep tight. See ya in the morning,” and closed the door behind her as she left. I waited about ten seconds and then locked the door.
When I turned around Carrie had already pulled her top off and was working on getting her jeans off. “Jeez! I love them dearly, but damn!” she said.
“I know, I know. They’ll be our parents until they die and we’ll always be the kids. So, I was thinking that we should put a mattress on the floor. That will eliminate any bed squeak or related problems.”
“Good idea,” she said as her jeans came free and she tossed them on the floor. “Let’s use yours. If that’s okay.”
“Sure,” I said as I began getting a boner from seeing her in her sheer bra and thong. “Come help me move it.”
We made quick work of that and I made quicker work of getting down to my Jockey’s.
Carrie had always been the outwardly aggressive one, as she displayed by her quick stripping and suggesting using my mattress, not to mention her actions in the car. She didn’t know that I’d learned a lot from Chrissy, who was submissive and encouraged me to be aggressive with her. She’d made that clear from the git-go. I played it by ear, as the saying goes, and she did not hesitate to tell me what she liked. She was into a world I’d only seen in pornos, but I was a quick study, as Sis was about to find out.
Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her towards me and spun her around. Then, reaching around her, I flipped her bra above her boobs and cupped them while starting to squeeze her already hard nips.
“Whoa Bro, nice move. Where—” I squeezed hard and rolled my fingers! “Oh god!” I felt her knees weaken. I gripped her with my upper arms to hold her in place.
“You like that don’t ya?”
“Fuck yeah,” she gasped out. “Damn!… That’s so good… They’re so sensitive… It makes me…”
“Want to cum?”
“Yes!”
I applied more pressure and pulled them taut, rolling them back and forth.
“Oh my god! How are you… you’re… I’ve never felt—”
“Never felt like this before ?”
“Not this overwhelming ravishment you’re causing in me. I need to cum. Please… please make me cum!”
I redoubled my efforts. Her breathing quickened. It was all happening like Chrissy had taught me. A short time later she gasped out, “Yes, fuckin’ YES!” as her body began trembling. Her legs slowly gave way and, still holding her, we both sank to the floor.
Her breathing quickly returned to normal. “Goddamn Jake. That was fuckin’ amazing. You’re no longer my little brother are you? Kiss me.“
Our mouths opened, tongues swirling. I’d actually wondered if this would happen. Kissing like this was so intimate. I thought she might feel like it was too much. But this felt so right. There are all kinds of love and expressions of love. This was just right for us.
Soon, she was on the mattress, legs spread, thighs glistening from her pussy drippings. It was already swollen from her desire. Pushing her legs even wider, I was swiftly on my knees between them.
“C’mon Bro, fuck me. I want your giant cock in me. I still almost can’t believe that this is happening, that you’re so hung. Go on! Do me!”
I laughed to myself while holding my cock at its base. I slapped her clit three times quickly. Her eyes bulged out and she almost screamed as she half sat up before falling back down.
I laughed and said, “Extra three inches makes a difference doesn’t it?”
“Holy shit! If I was tied down… I hate to think what you could do. It’s a beast. Put it in me, now!”
Our eyes locked in an intense stare as I began to rub its head up and down her slit, collecting her elixir to smooth the way. Then the first push. It spread her, but not enough to reveal its full magnitude.
“Oh yes Bro. God, I love it. More, push it you little fucker! Quit teasing me.”
Part of me wanted to ram it all in and show her, shut her up or make her cry. I was tired of being the little brother. But I kept my cool, and with our eyes still locked, gathered her legs under my arms, leaned forward and down while beginning a slow in and out of just a couple of inches. Every thrust gathered more and more juice from her oozing pussy.
Then, “Goddamn Bro! I’m so stretched it almost hurts, but it’s so good. Keep it up. Faster and deeper. I want it all.”
I knew it was time. Each stroke was going deeper and a bit quicker. When it was half in, her eyes closed and she began moaning and murmuring, “Oh god, oh god, oh yes, oh god.” It was almost a chant. I pressed on until I was about three-quarters in. Experience had taught me that was what most girls thought of as normal depth.
By now she was panting as she mumbled, “Fuck Bro, that’s incredible! I love it! God, I’m so going to cum!” Little did she know, I thought, as she was now in her own, crazed, mental world. I pushed all in. “OH my fucking god!” she almost screamed. I quickly kissed her to muffle what I knew would soon be expressions of her orgasmic thrills.
Her body trembled as I kept it up. Wave after wave of ecstasy overtook her. I slowed and sped up to keep her in that rapturous orgasmic state. I’d learned much from Chrissy. When I knew she was totally zoned out, I concentrated on my own climax.
It built quickly. Straining hard, I held back, so when it happened it would give the maximum effect possible. Then it hit me. I groaned at the first surge and slowly sank fully down on her. Pulse after pulse shot into her. She reveled in it. “Fuck yes Bro! I love it. Fill me full of your hot spunk. It’s wonderful. You’re wonderful. Everything is wonderful!”
I fully relaxed. She easily took my full weight. Both of us were dripping sweat.
“You okay?” I was thinking of our position, my weight on her.
“Fuck yes! I’m more than okay. Jesus Bro, that was incredible. You’re still semi-hard aren’t you? Can you keep going?”
I laughed to myself as I felt her contracting and releasing her vag muscles. “Sure! I can go more if you can take more. I just thought… I don’t know what I thought,” Her muscle action was getting me fired-up again, so I began slowly moving in and out.
“Oh yeah! Stay in tight. Keep hitting my clit. I love this slow-motion! Goddamn Bro.” She started laughing. “I think I’m ruined. I can only fuck you from now on.” I hoped she was kidding—it made me stop. Before I could say anything she went on. “I’m kidding for god’s sake! Now fuck me!” Alpha Sis was alive and well.
So, we kept on keeping on. She quickly fell back into her roller coaster orgasmic ride and I just enjoyed the pleasure her hot, tight pussy provided.
From the beginning, I’d had in mind that I wanted to do her while she was on her knees. Chrissy loved it and the ass spankings that went with it. I knew how good it felt and how good she reacted. So, after some time had passed, and Sis had been in the groove for some time, I suddenly stopped and pulled out.
“Wha, what the fuck Bro?!”
“Flip over and get on your knees. I want you that way!”
“Yes Sir!” she said in a provocative, teasing way while quickly complying.
SMACK-SMACK! Two quick, hard slaps. One to each cheek. She jerked reflexively, wiggled her ass, and said, “Oh no, don’t hurt me. I’m so delicate.”
“The fuck you are! Reach back and spread your cheeks.” She instantly did. “We’re gonna find out how your ass likes it.”
“NO! No, no, no. Not yet anyway. I’ve gotta be ready for that. Worked up for it. We’ll do it. I promise. Just not this week. When we get back. Okay? I’ve got a set of plugs. I’ll use those and be ready.”
“Alright…” I feigned disappointment. I didn’t expect her to go for it. It was just a test. But I’d learned a lot. I had to research her mention of a set of plugs. That enlightened me and confirmed her indication of really wanting to do…
