The sun began to set over Eagles Nest Country Club as we stood on the fifteenth hole. The par three was one hundred fifty-eight yards, slightly uphill with a bunker on each side and one behind the green. I watched as Monica bent over and teed up her pink ball, affording me a clear view of her white lace panties. She had been teasing me the entire round and I played along, not knowing what was to come.
“Wheeet Whoo! Very sexy, Sis.”
She looked over her shoulder as she stood up and addressed the ball. “I’m happy you approve. Now how about closest to the hole gets a prize, Jerry?”
“Okay, Sis,” I replied as I pulled my club from my bag.
With that, she swung her club and the pink ball sailed through the air. We watched as the ball landed pin high. I smiled as she walked over to the golf cart, “Let’s see you beat that, little brother.”
Addressing the ball, I heard, “Wheet Whooo! Cute ass! Bet it looks cuter without the shorts.”
I stepped away from the ball and looked over at Monica. She was standing next to the cart with her right hand grasping the frame of the windshield. Her right foot rested on the floorboard, allowing her already short, green skirt to ride further up her leg.
Standing there, I found myself looking at my twenty-year-old sister in a different light, that of a beautiful, sexy woman. Her long blonde hair was draped over her right shoulder and dangled just beyond her right tit. The white sleeveless top with blue trim had a V-neck with all four buttons opened, allowing a clear view of her cleavage.
“Hey, why don’t you tee off before the sun disappears.”
Though it was only a few seconds, I was sure she knew what her seventeen-year-old brother was thinking. I addressed the ball once again, took aim and swung the club. We watched as the ball sailed through the air, landing below the cup. I walked over to the cart, put my club in my bag and got in the cart. We drove toward the green and I noticed Sis wiggling in her seat, allowing her to skirt to slide further up her leg.
Reaching the green, we had a good look at where our respective balls were in regard to the flagstick. We got out of the cart and as we retrieved our putters from our bags, Sis was beaming that bright smile of hers.
“Sorry, brother, but I’m closest to the pin,” she said, looking around and then walking over to her ball.
I lined up my putt and thoughts of what the prize was going to be filled my mind briefly as I stood over the ball. I pulled the putter back and with a smooth stroke, sent the white sphere across the manicured green toward the cup. The ball dropped in the hole with a ‘clink,’ I got my birdie.
“Nice putt, Jerry,” she said, lining up her putt.
“Thanks, Monic,” I replied, taking my ball out of the cup.
Her putt was a downhill, breaking right putt. Standing over her ball, Sis took the putter back and with a smooth stroke, struck the ball. As the ball rolled toward the cup, it picked up speed and when it reached the cup, the ball spun around the edge before dropping in for a birdie.
“Great putt, Sis.”
“Thanks, little brother,” She replied, taking her ball out of the cup.
With the last beams of sunlight fading away, she let the putter slip from her hand. The ball in her other hand fell to the green.
She walked towards me and said, “Time to collect my prize,” as her eyes zeroed in on the obvious bulge in my shorts.
I stood, frozen in place as she rubbed her hand over her prize. She quickly unbuckled my belt, yanked down the zipper and hooked her fingers in the waistband as she dropped to her knees. Looking up, she smacked her lips as the large mushroom shaped head appeared above the shorts.
“Mmm, I’ve wanted this big stick for some time,” she said just before kissing the cock head and slipping the tip between her full lips.
I felt her tongue lick and swirl around as she pulled my shorts down around my ankles. I stepped out of the shorts and kicked them to the side as my sister slowly took all seven inches of my hard stick.
I placed my hands on her head as she bobbed up and down the stiff shaft while rolling my nut sac in the palm of her hand. Her other hand was under her skirt, fingering her pussy. Her oral assault on my cock was making me weak in the knees. I moaned that I was about to come. She let my cock pop from her mouth as her hand moved from the swollen nut sac, grasped the throbbing shaft and applied a death squeeze. She looked up, licking her lips as her hand came out from under her skirt.
“Mmm, I love the taste of your big stick,” she said, bringing her wet fingers up in front of my face.
I took her hand in mine and pulled her slick juice covered fingers to my mouth. As I inhaled her sweet aroma, she let out a soft moan. When I began to lick and swirl my tongue around her slender digits, she released her grip from my shaft.
“Mmm, you taste so good. I want more.”
“Later, big boy, right now I need that club in my hole. Come and make your first hole-in-one.”
I dropped to my knees and Monica had me lay on my back. She straddled my hips, pulling her skirt up around her waist, and pulled her white lace panties to one side. Reaching down, I held up my cock and watched the tip part the swollen lips as she slowly lowered her pussy on my cock.
When my cock was buried deep in her pussy, we both gasped, “Oh God,” at the feeling. Slowly, she began to move up and down, placing her hands on my chest. Clenching my shirt with her hands, she would grind her pussy against my cock along with her up and down movement. I reached up, sliding my hands under her shirt and fondled her bra-encased tits.
“YES, YES, SQUEEZE MY TITS!” She shouted as she rode my cock.
My fingers sank in her tits and she bolted upright, her head was tossed back and She put her hands on her shirt over mine. As I squeezed, she pinched her stiff nipples through her shirt. I felt her pussy juice trickle down my skin as we bucked against each other. She moved her hands away as I pinched her nipples.
“I’m going to come soon, Sis.”
She had put her hands behind her and leaned back, I took one hand and went under her skirt. My other hand pushed he bra up and over her tits. My fingers pulled on one nipple, then the other. Under her skirt, my fingers quickly found her very stiff clit and began rubbing it.
All the sensations were overpowering and we simultaneously moaned, “I’M CUUMMIINNGG!”
We could feel spurt after spurt of cum fill her pussy. When she collapsed on top of me, I wrapped my arms around her. Holding her as she recovered, we shared a passionate kiss. I felt her heart beat against my chest as we lay on the green for several more minutes before getting up and dressed.
“We better hurry back to the pro shop before they send a search party,” I said as we got put our putters and balls in our bags.
As we drove back, Monica told me not to worry, that she was on the pill and reminded me that our parents won’t be home from their golf trip for another three days. I could only smile at what we would be doing during that time, let alone the rest of the summer before she goes back to college.
The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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