Annabelle was the great mom we all knew she would be. And Joel was a great father to little Nicole.
The little angel was almost two, and we had the opportunity to babysit a few times. Jamie was great with her, and we had our first real “Do you want to have kids?” conversation. We did.
It was just a few weeks before our graduation: Jamie with her teaching degree, me with English and literature. Eventually, I would become a teacher, but that was ten years down the road. Then, I just wanted to be the new great American novelist.
Joel had a three day gig in another state and would be gone for five days to include travel. Annabelle had recently gone back to the clinic where she did counseling, but only three days a week.
She had called and one of my roommates had left a message for me at my apartment. On paper…how we did it in ‘82.
‘Your sister needs your help. Call her.’
I turned to David, who was eating an apple and watching some stupid new music videos on television.
“When was this? Did she sound upset?”
Not taking his eyes off the screen, he shrugged, “S’like two hours ago and I don’t know. Maybe…”
“Shit!”
I grabbed the phone and dialed her number quickly. After several rings, she picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hey! It’s Mick! Everything okay?”
She chuckled softly. “Yeah, it’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“David said you called and needed my help ‘n’ that you sounded upset.”
“I said maybe!” He yelled from the couch.
“I’m fine. We’re both fine. We just got the new baby bed thing and I thought I could put it together myself, but I’m struggling a little bit.”
I sighed in relief, “I’ve got a few hours before my wrap up meeting with my advisor. I’ll come over and give you a hand.”
“You’re the best brother Mick, love you”
“Love you too.”
Those words always felt powerful when I spoke to her. As human beings, we often toss them out to loved ones in an obligatory manner. Most of the time, we mean them; sometimes, we don’t. But every time I said I loved Annabelle, I meant it. She did, too.
As I drove towards the little house they were renting, I thought about something Jamie had recently said to me. We had finally started having more sexual contact, but she wanted to save actual fucking until her wedding night. Or, as she always put it, making love. But we had advanced to being naked together and, exchanging oral sex. As I was her first she was average but was willing to improve. I guess when you have your sister giving you the best blowjobs on the planet, it’s hard to compete.
Just the other night, after a particularly intense session where I had given Jamie two orgasms with my mouth, she finally asked, “Wow, Michael! Where did you learn to do this? I bet your ex-girlfriend loved you.”
There is no way in hell I was going to tell her that my sister Annabelle has the sweetest pussy ever, and every chance I get to eat it, I do. I chuckled and told her that my ex-girlfriend really liked to tell me what to do, so I was a pretty good student.
I stepped into the little ranch house, knowing that my sister did not expect me to knock anymore. She was in the living room, sitting on the floor, screws, parts, and wooden bed frame sections laying about.
“Hey, doesn’t look like you’ve gotten far at all. In fact, have you gotten anything done?”
She grunted in aggravation, tossing the instructions to the floor. “You’re such a butt. No, obviously. I’m just mad that I have to ask for help.” She looked uncharacteristically pouty cute with her hair in a ponytail and cutoff shorts that I’m sure were once Joel’s.
I smiled and reassured her that she was capable of anything, but was probably just stressed about being alone for an extended time with the baby.
After forty-five minutes or so and a much-needed shoulder rub from my sister, I was able to present her with a fully assembled baby bed.
Nicole had started climbing out of the crib, and they knew it was time to advance to this stage. It was very cute with little flowers painted into the woodwork.
I sat on the floor and leaned back against the couch, sipping some Dr. Pepper. She sat behind me, putting her legs around my shoulders and her hands across my chest. Her chin rested on the top of my head, and she admired my handiwork.
“You are remarkable. Thank you so much. Joel will be so happy when he gets back; he hates this kind of stuff.”
I laughed and said, “This I know. And you’re welcome.” I picked up her hand that was caressing my chest and kissed the palm. She let out a soft moan and pushed her warm crotch against my neck.
She purred, “I’ll give you two hours to stop that. I know I haven’t had a bath since…well, what day is it?” I laughed! “But Mick, I’d really like to have you right now.”
It had been almost three weeks since we were last together. It was an extended lunch visit where Joel was at work and Jamie had class. It had featured glorious oral pussy pleasing.
I pulled myself forward and turned my head to look at her. “Sounds good to me.”
We kissed: familiar sensations, vibrations, likes, and dislikes, displayed in passionate love. I really did love my girlfriend, but no one kissed like Annabelle.
I had turned more so we could actually hold one another. I started to kiss down her neck, and she sighed softly. She was wearing a plain white V-neck T-shirt, and I kissed down into her glorious cleavage. She was just starting to wean the baby, but was still full and succulent. I kissed across the top edge of her padded nursing bra. My fingers gently squeezed her still-lactating nipples. She held my head close, inviting me to taste her offering. Just as she reached behind to unclasp, sweet little baby Nicole interrupted with soft crying.
We both slumped backwards, and I laughed. She rolled her eyes, kissed my forehead, and said, “Sorry, Man. Rain check?”
A half-hour later, I left the sweet little baby nursing. She had definitely inherited Joel’s Nordic blue eyes and blonde hair. She was going to be a knockout one day, just like her mother.
***
The rain check came faster than I expected. Two nights later, friends from the hair salon where Jamie worked part-time invited her to the movies for a girl’s night. I said no problem. I’m going to go visit the baby. Jamie teased me and kissed my cheek. “You’re going to make a great dad one day.” I blushed and watched her amazing ass bounce as she jumped into her friend’s car.
It was near seven o’clock when I arrived at Annabelle‘s. She had not had a chance to eat any dinner as she had been taking care of Nicole‘s fussy teething. So, I helped out by doing a quick cleanup in the kitchen. She came out of the bedroom and softly closed the door. She slumped against the wall and comically rolled her eyes. “Finally. God, all the baby books and all my friends told me about this and I just assumed they were exaggerating. Terrible twos are real.”.
I smiled and said, seductively, “I’d like to help you relieve your stress.”
She scoffed, “Oh my God, I look terrible, and I smell even worse.”
“This from the woman who used to sneak into my bedroom when I was sweaty and covered in dried semen and give me the greatest blowjobs on the planet?”
She raised that one eyebrow that I loved, a trait she had inherited from our mom. Then she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down into a scorching kiss. I slid my hands down her back and cupped her fantastic butt cheeks. She pulled on my shoulders and I lifted her to wrap herself around me. She was hot and hungry.
As we kissed, she rubbed my head and my neck while I squeezed her butt. She dry-humped her hot pussy into my growing erection. I pushed her against the wall and began kissing down her neck.
“Ooof! Mick, that hurts my back.”
I lowered her down and, with a face of apology, said, “Do you want to go somewhere softer…?”
She giggled, grabbed my hand and yanked me into the next room. We tore our clothes off as fast as we could, and naked she fell on the bed. I jumped on top of her and she playfully screamed.
I comically admonished her, “Shhh, you’ll wake the baby!”
Her legs wrapped around me again, and I was back in heaven. Her nails scraped up and down my back, giving me shivers, and my mouth took hold of her left breast. This was not my first time tasting her mother’s milk, and I had grown to absolutely love it. She dug her fingers into my neck and head. “I love it when you do that. It’s so fucking sexy. It’s like you’re drawing my love out of me.”
I just moaned in response and kept drinking. My left hand squeezed her other breast, then slid down her rib cage, heading towards her open, wet, wonderful vulva. She moved her leg to give me better access and soon I had my middle fingers sliding up and down her swollen and aching labia. Familiar territory for both of us, I started kissing down her body, preparing to once again savor the taboo fruit ripe for the taking.
I had just hit her bush with my mouth when she surprised me, grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards her face. With a quizzical look, I found myself above her. She kissed my cheek and then gently bit my earlobe. Something she knew drove me crazy.
Then she whispered the phrase I had been longing to hear for the last five years.
“I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me.”
I pulled away in total shock. “Are you, are you absolutely sure? Last time, you said…”
She put her fingers over my mouth to quiet me. “I know what I said. And I know what I want. Are you still open to the idea?”
“Are you joking?”
She let out that wonderful musical laugh of hers and reached down and grasped my now steel-hard and dripping ache.
She stroked and groan-sighed, “Think of it as a graduation present.”
We locked eyes, both of us wanting to remember this moment forever. She lifted her leg and tilted her pelvis just a bit and the head of my cock met her wet pussy for the first time. She pushed some of it inside and then left me to finish the job.
With more control than I ever used in bed with anyone, I slowly penetrated my sister, wanting to take in every single sensation. The nerves in my cock were on fire, my veins were pulsing with my rapid heartbeat. Her walls were velvet and inviting, and remarkably snug.
Annabelle was holding her breath and when I finally hit bottom, she whooshed it out, “Wooo, MICK! Oh my God! Finaleeee…”
I’m glad she said it for the both of us because I was dumbfounded.
There is a passion I share with Jamie that goes deep beyond friendship. I am excited to share my life with her. Yet nothing compared to the overwhelming emotional connection Annabelle and I were feeling through our combined body parts. I’ve had some great sex in my life, most of it with this beautiful woman.
I didn’t want to move. I just wanted to stay there and feel her wrapped around me in the most loving embrace humans can share. But instinct took over, and I slowly pulled out and pushed back in. I was not a virgin, yet had not fucked with anybody since a post-party hook-up freshman year a month before meeting Jamie.
With several deliberate thrusts, my voice finally came back. “Oh my God! You feel better than I ever imagined. Oof! I love you so much! You’re so- ungh- wet and hot. Holy fuck!”
She grabbed my shoulder blades and arched off the bed as I began a deliberate and powerful rhythm. Her head tossed back and forth, her beautiful brown hair splayed across her pillow. She was moaning and whispering my name repeatedly. I didn’t want to speak as I just wanted her to continue.
“Ohh, Mick! Mick! Oh fuck…yesss!”
The full length of my cock dove into her repeatedly. The tip of my head meeting her entrance before sliding back in. My balls felt full as they bounced off her perineum. Her legs gripped me tighter around my hips, and her fingers were definitely leaving marks on my back. Jamie would see, but at this point, I didn’t give a fuck.
Actually, I did, and it was into my gorgeous, loving sister.
I want to brag and say I lasted for a very long time. I want to claim that I was once again a stud, but the reality is no one can last when they so desperately want to show their love this way.
My pace increased, and I felt her gripping me. It was mystical, like ripples up and down my shaft. I wanted to stay still to enjoy it, but knew that the in-and-out thrusting was sending her to her apexing orgasm. As predicted, she screamed and stiffened.
“AhhhmmmMick! ohhh gawwwd!! Cummming so – unghhh!”
Her love spasms, both outside and inside, were otherworldly.
I was able to pull off just a few more piston-like drives when, without prelude, I exploded deep inside her. The gush of fluids sprayed about her interior, coating it with my potent semen.
The euphoric pulsing of my nerves focused on one specific part of my anatomy; it was almost too much to bear. I yelled just as loudly as she had.
“Ohhh, God! oh fuck! Nnnghhh- ungh! Fuuu…”
I let my voice slide down the tonal scale and settle with a baritone lust moan.
As we simultaneously came down, we seemed to melt into each other. Her body relaxed, but never let go. Her cunt walls pulsed, milking the last of me. I felt full and drained.
We had given each other a moment of pure, loving ecstasy. Fuck graduation, this was a lifetime gift I would never be able to repay.
As my breathing regulated, I made to pull off so I could lay next to her and hold her. But her arms and legs gripped me still. She pulled my head to her neck and whispered in my ear, “No! Not yet. Please. It’s just so beautiful. You…fill me up. I love you so much.”
I lay there on top of her, feeling her breathe, detecting her easing heartbeat in her jugular.
We knew everything about this was wrong, and that’s what made it perfectly right. Our familial connection, our seven years difference, and the fact that I was not her husband meant nothing in the moment.
Two Souls collided, and the world was a better place for it.
Thank you for going on this journey with me. If you liked it, hit the heart, or even the favorite star. And please feel free to leave a comment; I tried to respond to them all.
Love Matt.
Part four: Sister So Sexy: Surreal
