One evening I was relaxing in front of the TV when I heard a knock at the door. I got up and looked through the peephole and saw it was my younger sister. I opened the door and invited her in. As she walked past me and sat down on the couch, I noticed her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red, and her clothes weren't fitting properly. I knew something was wrong, but I wasn't sure what.
After she sat down and didn't say anything, I decided to start things off with a question: "Okay. If you don't tell me, then I'll just come out and ask. What's wrong?"
She held back her tears and said, "I need somewhere to stay... Can I stay here with you?"
"Sure, but why?" I asked.
She couldn't hold back any longer and started to cry. Her voice trembling, and her eyes constantly wiping, she told me the story. Apparently, she'd caught her husband having sex with the neighbor. The neighbor was a bit younger than my sister and much younger than my sister's husband. My sister, 31 and married to a 40-year-old man, found it disturbing that he was having sex with a 20-year-old woman. But I have to give my sister credit.
She managed to pull herself together until she found out that this had been going on for months and her husband wanted a younger woman. When my sister Katie moved out, she drove around for a while until she realized she needed to find somewhere else to live until everything was sorted out. That's when she came to me and asked for help. I agreed that she could stay with me until things improved. There was nothing more I could do anyway. She was my sister, and I loved her, and her fate mattered to me.
I grabbed a few things from my bedroom and told her she could sleep there for a while. That left me with only the couch. Not my favorite place to sleep, but I figured things would work out somehow and I'd be alone again, back in my own bedroom.
As I lay down on the couch to fall asleep, I thought back to something I had experienced not too long ago. I, too, had caught my wife in a compromising position. The big difference was that my wife was in the 69 position with her best friend. I'll never forget what I saw when I entered my bedroom. I could only see the back of my wife's head; her face was buried between her friend's legs. As far as I could see, she had pushed her tongue as far into her friend's vagina as possible.
When I saw what they were doing, I cleared my throat to get their attention. My wife looked up at me and apologized with a smile on her face, which was dripping with vaginal fluid, but she made no move to get off her friend. Her friend continued licking my wife's pussy and told me that she preferred pussies to penises and that if I didn't like it, I could leave.
Just as I had absorbed everything I saw, my wife began to tremble as an orgasm washed over her. Her hips started fucking her friend's face while I watched my wife have a powerful orgasm. I grabbed what I could and left my wife immediately. But unlike my sister, I got a hotel room and was living in my own one-room apartment within a week.
It wasn't that what I saw repulsed me, but she was my wife. I suppose if I'd been there from the beginning, and allowed to be there, I might have tolerated it, but since I'd not only lost my wife, but also lost her to another woman, I wasn't exactly pleased with what had happened. It really made me think I hadn't been a good husband.
I finally filed for divorce and after three months was able to do whatever I wanted. The problem was, I'd reached a point where I didn't want anything to do with women anymore. I'd tried dating a few times, but I just couldn't forget what had happened to me. I had no interest in men, so I decided to be a loner. The one-room apartment was nice, but since I only had a modest income, I had to work as much as I could to afford rent and food.
I'd been living in the apartment for almost a year when my sister showed up. Now that it was just the two of us in a one-room apartment, all I could do was hope she'd find her own place quickly. The biggest problem was that Katie only worked part-time and earned just enough to cover her personal expenses. So I had to support us both. Two months later, she was divorced and free as well. She had the same views on men that I had on women.
The only good thing was that we could talk about our feelings. She was quite similar to me in that she thought it was her fault her husband had acted the way he did. I guess it hit her harder than it did me because she became depressed and just couldn't motivate herself to take on a full-time job.
Three months later, I had a particularly bad day at work, and when I got home, I discovered that Katie not only still hadn't looked for a full-time job, but also hadn't cleaned the house as promised. I think I lost it a bit.
"Katie, we need to talk about a few things. I'm sorry this happened to you... but I can't keep sleeping on the couch. Besides, you promised to clean the apartment today," I blurted out.
My sister looked like a deer about to be hit by a speeding car. Her eyes filled with tears as she told me how sorry she was and that she never meant to cause me any trouble. Her voice began to break as she said she was going to sleep on the couch.
Damn. I couldn't do that to my little sister, even if she were 31. I was still the older brother and had to protect her. I told her I was sorry and that I'd just had a bad day at work. I gave in and told her she could stay in my room, but we'd have to figure something out. At dinner, we talked about a two-room apartment, which sounded good. She also promised to clean up and look for a job.
The next day she kept her promise, and when I got home, I found the apartment spotless. She also cooked a lovely dinner and told me she had a job interview for a full-time position the following day. Things were looking good until we started looking for two-bedroom apartments. We realized that even with the job, she couldn't afford her own place, and with our combined income, we couldn't afford a two-bedroom apartment. Since there wasn't much I could do about it, I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life on the couch.
Friday evening after dinner, we did our usual things. The kitchen was cleaned, we showered, and watched TV together. Katie was acting a little strangely, but I decided to let it go. After the shows, she got up and went to bed while I prepared the couch for another night's sleep. I was just about to turn off the light when the bedroom door opened and she came back into the living room.
"I'm really sorry that I've disrupted your life so much," my sister said.
"It's okay. It'll get better," I replied.
“Scott… I have an idea. But if you don’t want to, that’s okay too,” she began.
"What is it?" I asked, intrigued.
"So... the bedroom is quite large, and you have all your clothes in my bedroom... The bed... well... it's a nice queen-size bed." She spoke in a broken voice.
"And?" I asked, to get to the point.
"Well... if you want. And promise me you'll stay on your side. Then you can sleep in bed with me." She finally finished the thought.
"Really? That would be great. We're brother and sister, so of course you're safe and I'll stay on my side." I happily agreed.
I was so excited to be able to sleep in my own bed again that I grabbed my pillow and almost pushed her back into the bedroom. I asked her which side she wanted, and she told me. So I lay down on the other side of the bed and was soon under the covers, as happy as could be. Finally, I would be able to sleep well again.
I was almost asleep when I heard my sister ask, "Scott, do you think I'm pretty?"
“Hmmm… What?…”, I murmured, as I was suddenly jolted out of my near-sleep experience.
My ex-wife would do that to me. She waited until I was almost asleep and then asked me a question. My sister did the same thing.
"I was just wondering if you found me attractive," she repeated.
“Yes. I think you’re quite pretty,” I admitted.
I actually thought my sister was hot. I really wondered what her ex-husband saw in the young thing he was with now. Even as an adult, my sister still looked and acted like she was in her early twenties. Her long, neat, light brown hair was usually pulled back with a clip that kept it out of her face but could bounce freely with every movement. Katie's small but firm breasts (a 36B cup) were just the right size for her small, muscular body. She kept her skin nicely tanned by going to a tanning salon. I didn't know if she was tan all over, since we hadn't seen each other naked since we were kids. So, did I think my sister was pretty? Hell yes! Should I act on it?
Um… no?
"Are you only saying that because I'm your sister, or do you really believe that?" She continued to make sure that I answered the way she wanted.
Now somewhat annoyed, I turned around and looked at my sister, who had already sat up in bed to continue a conversation that I didn't want to continue.
I looked up at her and said, "Katie. I think you're very good-looking and I have no idea why your stupid ex did that. If we weren't brother and sister, I would do things differently. That much is certain."
Smiling, she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you," she said, smiling.
The gentle brother-sister kiss she gave me was like an electric shock. On the one hand, it felt like more than just a kiss, but on the other hand, there was no further comment or indication that it would go any further. She slipped under the covers, and I thought she was finally going to let me sleep. I stayed in the same position and closed my eyes, hoping for the best. She turned to me but closed her eyes too.
I was almost asleep again when I felt something touch my genitals. I wasn't entirely sure what was going on, so I pulled back slightly to make sure there was some space between my body and my sister's. A few minutes later, I felt something rubbing against me again. This time, I was pretty sure it wasn't an accident. The thought of my sister making a suggestive gesture made me wonder where all this might lead. I decided to stay in the same position and see if it continued or if she would give up and go to sleep. I soon got my answer when I felt her knee rubbing up and down my growing shaft.
"Katie was the one who told me to stay on my side of the bed. Now she's playing with my penis," I thought.
I knew she was doing it on purpose, but I didn't say a word. I decided to thrust at the same time as her so she'd realize I knew what she was doing and wouldn't complain. I hadn't had sex in over a year, and I estimated it had been about half that long since she'd last been fucked. That alone would get two adults to have sex, but when those two adults were siblings, that was a different story.
My cock had quickly grown into a nice, firm shape, but I knew that once it was freed from its confinement, it would become even bigger and harder, especially when it touched her pussy. She continued to rub my hardening shaft, which made me involuntarily moan with pleasure.
“Scott…”, purred Katie.
“Hmmm…”, I purred back.
"Do you want to do it?" Katie asked childishly.
The mere question made my heart skip a beat, and my cock immediately tried to escape its sheath. I wasn't sure if it was a trick or not. On the one hand, I wanted to take my sister in my arms and, after undressing her completely, slide my hard cock deep into her pussy. On the other hand, if I tried something and she didn't want it, I'd be in serious trouble. The only thing I knew for sure was that neither of us had been drinking, so I knew she knew exactly what she was doing. I just wished I knew what she was thinking.
I took a risk and asked, "Why did I stay on my side of the bed?"
"I just wanted to put you to bed without scaring you." She giggled.
I reached out and gently placed my hands on her breasts. I said:
"That was pretty mean."
"I know, but it feels like your penis wants it even if you don't," she suggested.
I could feel her hard nipples and firm breasts through her thin nightgown as I continued the conversation. "Feels like you're interested too."
"Um... Hmmm... that's definitely me." She moaned. Then, out of the blue, she asked: "Do you like shaved or hairy pussies?"
“What a strange conversation between brother and sister,” I thought.
"Completely shaved." I told her bluntly, but before she could say anything, I added: "Just like when you were a little girl, before your first pubic hair grew."
I felt her move slightly before she grabbed one of my hands, which fondled her aroused breasts. She pulled my hand from her toy and forced it inside her panties and between her legs.
"Do you like it?" she moaned as my fingers explored her completely shaved pussy.
"Um... Hmmm... Definitely," I groaned. Then it was my turn to escalate the situation. "Do you prefer a shaved or hairy man?" I asked.
"I'll take both, but if it were up to me, I'd prefer it as hairless as a little boy's penis." She giggled softly.
Luckily, I had just shaved my pubic area, and it was exactly as she had imagined. I took my remaining hand, grasped hers, and pulled it into my tight boxer shorts. There I let go and allowed her to play with my increasingly hard cock and my ever-tightening, hairless scrotum.
"Do you like it?" I then asked.
“Um… Hmmm…”, she purred lustfully.
We played silently together for the next few minutes, until
Katie commented: "Your penis... It's huge... No offense, but how the hell... can a normal woman prefer a hole to something that big?"
“I don’t know, but she did,” I replied, but quickly turned the question back on her. “Does that mean you’ll never leave me for…?”
I wasn't entirely sure what I was looking for. I just knew that I didn't want to get hurt again. She was my sister, and I wouldn't have a say if she found a man to marry someday. I guess I just wanted to see what she was up to.
"First of all, I have no desire for another woman. And secondly, I don't want to be hurt by a man again. I know we have no claim on each other, but if you want to try, I'm willing to pretend we're a couple. I'll make you a good partner if you want me."
She told me honestly.
I'm not sure how she meant it to sound, but to me it sounded like she'd just proposed. My heart was pounding at the thought of being tied down to a woman. She might be my sister, but neither of us had anyone, and we got along pretty well, except for the fact that I had to sleep on the couch. If we were a couple, we'd share a bed. The one-room apartment would be enough, and since she was starting a new full-time job next week, I knew we could make it work. It wasn't like we'd just met. I knew almost everything about her, and she knew almost everything about me. The only exception was sex. I knew it would be fun to get to know my sister in ways I never thought possible. It didn't take long for me to make up my mind and accept her proposal. "I'd love that. If you could stand me as your other half."
“Mmmm… Hmmm… I know I can do it.” She purred loudly and moved as close to me as possible.
Katie leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I returned the kiss as our hands were pulled away from each other's genitals. We wrapped our arms around each other, and the kiss instantly became passionate. Shortly after, our tongues began exploring each other's mouths for the first time. I don't know exactly why, but I found exploring my sister's mouth quite exciting. My now fully erect penis began to cause some discomfort between my legs due to my tight underwear.
Like a couple of teenagers in heat, we started breathing heavily as our hearts pounded. She pulled back to get more oxygen into her lungs. That gave me the chance to push things even further.
I grabbed her shirt and started pulling it over her head. She offered no resistance. She even helped me pull it over my head, took it from my hands, and threw it on the ground.
Next, I simply had to see her pussy. I'd been toying with the idea for a while, but hadn't seen it since we were kids, and I wanted to see what I'd experience sexually. I grabbed the waistband of her pretty little bikini bottoms and tried to pull them down. She quickly sat up, pushed my hands out of the way, and pulled them down instantly. Damn, her pussy looked cute. Just like I felt, not a single hair in sight. Her labia were slightly parted, and if I didn't know better, I would have sworn they belonged to a teenager. The tan was complete. There were no tan lines whatsoever, which made her body even more desirable. I later found out that her husband's penis was rather small and short, so she hadn't been stretched as much as other women.
As I lay drooling in front of my sister, she grabbed my underwear and started pulling it down my legs. She was so eager to see my cock that she almost ripped it off me. She tossed my underwear onto the pile of her clothes and began staring at my massive member. Then she grabbed it and gently rubbed and played with it and my balls while I began stroking her tight vulva.
Suddenly it hit me. I didn't have any condoms. There was no way I was going to have sex with my sister without protection. That was the last thing I needed: to get her pregnant.
I looked sadly into her eyes and asked, "Condom?"
She smiled back and said, "I can't have children, so we can have fun and not worry."
I had no reason not to believe her, so I smiled and took her in my arms. Her soft skin felt wonderful against my bare body. Her breasts pressed firmly against mine as we kissed again. Our tongues wasted no time as our kiss once more spiraled out of control.
Since it was our first time and we didn't know what the other liked best, I wasn't sure how to proceed. I wanted her to be aroused, but I also wanted to have a good orgasm myself. I thought it would be brotherly to ask.
I broke away from our kiss and asked, "What position would you like to use for our first time?"
I guess that question had two important effects. First, it woke her up and let her know she was about to be fucked by her own brother, and if she had any doubts, she'd better stop right there. Second, the question completely caught her off guard. I guess she wasn't used to having any say in the position or anything else during sex. She was used to having sex with her husband, who controlled everything. If she was lucky, she might get to come, but most of the time, she told me that once he was finished, she was on her own. I was the opposite. I wanted her to come first, and I wanted her to enjoy the whole thing. I was the type who thought if my partner wasn't enjoying the adventure, then neither was I.
In a trembling, almost fearful voice, she replied: "Cowgirl?"
In an instant, I lay on my back and pulled her onto my body with my erect penis. I supported her as she guided my penis to her pussy and slowly slid it down my shaft until she was sitting on my hip bone and my penis was inside her tight, little pussy.
Just by looking at her face, I could tell she was in pain. I felt the warmth of her insides against my throbbing cock. She was so aroused that her juices were oozing from the base of my shaft as she tried to adjust to the size of my penis. My balls were pressed between my legs while her buttocks pressed down on them.
I tried not to rush, but my cock was desperately demanding. I jerked my penis inside her, trying to get her to start fucking me. I could tell she felt me moving my penis inside her because she looked at me and smiled. I reached down and gently placed my finger on her clit. It was hard and big, and I could tell she wanted it as much as I did. I started rubbing her clit while continuing to jerk my penis. She moaned and gasped. I guess I'd flipped the switch, and whether it hurt or not, she was now on a quest. Katie started rocking back and forth and from side to side, trying to stretch her hole to her liking. Once she was where she wanted to be, she started lifting and lowering her body on mine. My cock now slid in and out of my sweet sister's pussy with ease. I didn't hold back and continued playing with her clitoris. Within minutes, her whole body was trembling. Her head threw back, and her breasts sprang towards me. I reached up with my free hand and cupped one of her breasts firmly but lovingly. I pinched her nipple and squeezed her beautiful mound at the same time.
The moment I pinched her nipple, her head snapped back up, and with an uncertain look, she took my hand and moved it to her other breast. I did the same with the second, which triggered an instant climax. I felt a huge jet of semen spray over my cock. It ran down my shaft and escaped as she continued to slide up and down my cock. She couldn't take any more and collapsed against my chest. Her whole body trembled as the flood of pussy juice continued to flow over my cock and balls.
Her arms were wrapped around my neck, her body rising and falling as she tried to take in more oxygen, and her pussy throbbing with an exceptionally hot orgasm. I wrapped my arms around her small, tight body and, with a swift movement, turned her over so that I was on top of her. Now it was my turn, and as her orgasm slowly subsided, I began to thrust my cock into my sister's beautiful pussy.
I thrust into her hard and fast, and in less than five minutes I too felt an incredibly exciting orgasm wash over me. I rammed into her like a giant piston on a freight train, as if trying to go uphill. We both began to moan and grunt as the sounds of pulsating flesh pierced the silence of the room.
I sat up and propped myself up to look into my sister's face as I was about to shoot a huge load of sperm into her tight pussy. I smiled and blew her a kiss to show her how much I loved her. She smiled back and kissed me too. I felt the sperm leaking from my balls as they contracted. I knew ejaculation was imminent, but then something unexpected happened. Katie's eyes widened, and her expression was just before her whole body began to tremble. The next moment, my cock was drenched in another load of girl juice. This load was exactly what my penis needed to slide in and out of her pussy effortlessly. The added moisture and heat made me explode. I shot an incredible amount of sperm into my sister's tender pussy. I slowed my thrusts until both balls of sperm were inside her cunt. Then it was my turn to collapse. I didn't want to smother my sister, so I stepped aside, but she quickly wrapped her arms around me. We landed on our sides, face to face. We kissed a little more and soon fell asleep, my cock still inside her sweet pussy. We stayed like that until early morning.
The next morning, we had sex again before getting up. We showered together and made sure we were both clean inside and out before getting out of bed. After drying off, we kissed and went to the kitchen for breakfast before even getting dressed.
At breakfast, I brought up the comment about being friends. Although marriage wasn't explicitly mentioned, I felt that was the general meaning of our conversation the night before. I suppose she was surprised that I actually thought she'd proposed, but she never wavered from what I'd said. Over the next few hours, we developed things further, making the idea of marriage something we both wanted. The problem was that we were brother and sister, which required a bit more thought and planning.
Since Katie and I were now determined to become a couple, we worked on making it as realistic as possible. I did some research and was able to record a wedding video. With a little editing, we created a single video in which only a priest performed a wedding ceremony. We then played the video on the television while we sat in front of it and did what needed to be done, saying we were married.
Later that day, we went to buy wedding rings and found a cute little set, including the engagement ring. They were able to adjust it right away, and as soon as we left the store, I slipped the engagement ring onto her finger. We kissed in public on the sidewalk, not even thinking that someone might see us and ask why I was kissing my sister like that. The next day, she went out and found a beautiful new dress. With a suit I already owned, we were ready to get married. That same evening, we had the ceremony, and by Sunday evening, we were "married" and ready for our honeymoon. I picked her up and carried her to our bedroom, where I gently laid her on the bed and slowly began to undress her. When she was naked, I stood beside the bed and let her watch me strip until I was naked too. My penis was just as big, or even bigger, than the first time, which amazed her. This time I wanted her to be just as eager, or even more so, than when she rode me to her tremendous orgasm.
I slipped into bed from the foot of the bed and moved up between her legs. My nose was pointed at her freshly shaved pussy. My first touch was with my nose, and I began to fuck her clit by rubbing my nose up and down against her pussy. I immediately felt the moisture of her arousal flowing from her pussy. Not wanting to waste it, I began to lick up my new wife's pussy juice with my tongue. I sucked at her opening and thrust my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could.
“Oh, Scott! This... feels... so... good... Damn!…”, she screamed as she grabbed my head and tried to force my whole face into her pussy.
My new wife arrived. I couldn't believe I'd aroused her so quickly with just my tongue. I licked her clitoris back and forth while continuing to suck the spicy juice from her pussy. Katie's body trembled, her breathing came in ragged gasps, and her heart pounded. Moments later, she squirted a stream of semen right into my mouth.
"Shit... Fresh pussy juice... Unbeatable..." I thought, as I continued licking up the mess between her legs.
My own cock was dripping precum all over the bed, and knowing I was about to unload, I moved upwards. I paused at her flat stomach to kiss her sexy belly button. I nibbled my way up her body until I reached her breasts. There, I spent some time licking and sucking each one. I lovingly bit each nipple as I played with them. I could feel her pelvis touching my body as I gently lowered myself onto her. I had no idea she was coming again until I discovered the soaked sheets beneath her. No time to worry about that. I had to get down to some serious fucking.
I moved forward and kissed my new wife, who immediately slipped her tongue into my mouth so she could taste her own precious juices. Our tongues danced back and forth as I brought her down from her last mini-orgasm.
I got into position, and after gripping my precum-soaked cock, I positioned it at the opening of her very aroused pussy. My rock-hard shaft was so slippery that I didn't need to lube it. Then, since her pussy was full of juice, I knew this would be an easy entry, no matter how tight she was. I pushed the tip of my cock into her pussy and, accompanied by loud moans from both of us, began to move it back and forth until my balls were resting on her buttocks.
My sister's pussy fit my cock perfectly. It was tight enough to enjoy being inside her, but not so tight that she felt uncomfortable at all. I rubbed my bare skin against hers, often touching her clitoris.
I could feel her throbbing clit and her pulsating pussy as my cock paused. I knew that was a sure sign she was about to come again. Wanting to give her so much pleasure she'd never want to get up, I thrust into her genitals super hard. When I was as deep inside as I could go, I froze and applied as much pressure as I could to her labia and clit. It worked, and she exploded. My cock was now covered in fresh, warm pussy cum. I knew I wouldn't last long before I filled her with my own seed. Just like the first time, I looked deep into her face as I began to slowly fuck my sister's pussy. We smiled at each other as I felt my balls tighten. I went from a slow, deliberate thrust to a wild, animalistic, hard pounding. With my sister's hands on my bare ass, I continued to pound into her pussy. The sound of slapping against her skin filled the room until I unleashed a huge fountain of semen. I thought I'd never stop squirting deep inside her.
We kissed lovingly and soon fell asleep, still attached to each other. Monday morning wasn't just a new work week, but also the start of a new life. Katie had to fill out paperwork and begin her onboarding at her new job. I reminded her that she was married and needed to complete all the forms to confirm it. For me, it was different. It wasn't so easy to tell my colleagues I'd gotten married. They knew my sister had moved in with me, and it wouldn't have been a good idea to tell most of them I'd married my own sister. I just wanted to keep quiet until I'd sorted everything out.
When my sister finished work, she went to her job and filled out the paperwork to change her name back to her crazy one. She then got a new driver's license, which showed that we shared the same last name and lived in the same town. So there was no longer any reason not to think we were married, let alone brother and sister. The only people who might know were those we already knew, so we generally kept our distance from them. Time passed, and we fucked like rabbits. We tried many new positions and ideas, all of which resulted in lots of cum and many orgasms. Katie loved her job and rose quickly through the ranks. It wasn't long before she was not only promoted but also asked to move to another state to manage a different location.
I gladly accepted the invitation, and soon we packed our things and moved. After we'd settled in and our new apartment was sorted, I started looking for a new job. It wasn't long before everyone there assumed I was married from day one. This reassured me, as I knew my "wife" and I didn't have to hide from anyone. We both had good jobs and a lovely new apartment. The neighborhood was safe, and we were both happier than ever. To spice things up, we decided to have sex in every room at least once, including every closet. This was definitely something special, as we didn't often have sex standing up.
I loved my wife and she loved me. Sometimes I wondered what would have happened if I'd been interested in her when I was a child. But then again, I liked how things had turned out, and I didn't want to dwell on those thoughts since they never came true. I just knew that the rest of our time together would be just as fun and exciting.
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