I sat on the sofa and watched my young wife sway to
the music; I really couldn't call it dancing for her
body just moved slightly with each beat. It was late
and the party was winding down and we were almost
the last to leave. I had judged it just about right
for in her hand was her forth glass of white wine.
After four she was just about perfect, all her
inhabitations are gone but she was still conscious
enough to know what's going on; one more and she was
anybodies.
****
Thinking about my wife and alcohol reminded me of
long ago and my elder sister. It was her senior prom
night and she came down those stairs dressed like a
princess. Later when she came home very late she was
more like a fallen angel, drunk out of her mind.
Whoever brought her home just dumped her on our
doorstep and legged it. It was down to me to get her
upstairs and into bed before our parents woke up and
see her in that state.
Luckily for me she was quite light for I had to all
but carry her up to her room.
"My dress," she giggled drunkenly.
"Mustn't ruin my beautiful dress."
It was a rented job and I don't think our dad would
be too pleased if he had to pay for any damages.
By now she had flopped on her front on the bed but
at least I could get at the zip at the back. With
some difficulty for there wasn't a lot of help from
her I managed to get it off and hang it up within
its fragile plastic cocoon. On returning to the bed
she had turned over and was now lying on her back
dressed in just her scanty bra and knickers. I had
seen her a few times wandering about the house
dressed like this but for the first time I could
have a good look.
*****
"Lets go home," I said taking my wife into
my arms.
She wasn't dressed particularly sex, she didn't see
herself in those terms, try as I might her hemline
stayed just above her knees and her bra stayed
firmly in place. The only concession I got was at
least it was a front opening type. My hand reached
up between us and I gave her pert tits a good
squeeze. The four buttons of her top were easy for
me to undo and the clip that held her bra together
came undone under my expert fingers.
"Naughty," she giggled, but made no
attempt to stop me exposing her naked chest to my
groping hand.
The room was fairly dark and there were only few
people around to see anyway.
****
My sister's legs were slim with just a hint of a
nice shape, while her middle was flat and taut. Her
bust was her best bit as far as I was concerned,
they may only be a B cup, for that's what I had
found written inside one of her bras, but they were
high and proud even while lying down.
"I want to go to sleep," she slurred,
trying to reach behind herself to undo her bra clip.
"Let me," I said and with some difficulty
I managed to unclip it and pull it off down her
arms.
Oh my, I thought for this was the first time I had
ever seen them naked and I just stood there opened
mouthed staring down at her.
"Get me into bed," she mumbled but as she
was lying on top of her bed this was very difficult
to do and I couldn't help but come in contact with
lots of her naked flesh.
At last she was under the covers and already almost
asleep, I didn't leave but stayed to watch her chest
rise and fall while she was breathing deeply. I
couldn't help it I just had to reach out and touch
her.
"Stop it Steve," she mumbled in her sleep.
I had no idea who this Steve was but obviously he
had tried to do what I was doing now.
"Great tits," I whispered in her ear while
my hands moved over her silk like skin.
"Mmm, thanks," she mumbled and she put her
arms above her head and stretched making her bust
even more taut.
****
"Naughty," my wife whispered again while I
fondled her naked tits on the dance floor.
"Do you want a good fucking?" I said close
to her ear.
"Mmm, that'll be nice," she sighed her
arms held me tightly.
"Let's go into the garden then," I said
taking hold of her hand and leading her out through
the patio doors into the darkness beyond.
****
I couldn't leave I had to stay and move my hand over
her perfect bust.
"Don't stop Steve," she sighed.
I looked up at her face but her eyes were closed
tight but her mouth was open and she was breathing
heavily. Her nipples were erect now and though she
was asleep, she was getting turned on.
****
My wife doesn't own any sexy knickers but the plain
white pair she was wearing were soon off over her
feet and I put them in my pocket. She was leaning up
against the garage wall while I manoeuvred in behind
her.
"Spread 'em," I said crudely and kicked
her feet apart.
Unzipping myself I got into position and pushed
myself into her.
"Mmm," that feels so nice," she
sighed.
I reached around and squeezed her hanging tits,
while I thrust into her hard.
****
With both hands now I was lightly squeezing my
sister's tits but she didn't seem to waken.
"Mmm, that's nice she said and one of her arms
moved under her blanket and I could see her legs
open.
As carefully as I could I peeled her blanket back to
I could see her hand working within her small thong
knickers.
"Make me come Stevie," she mumbled.
As carefully as I could I peeled her knickers down
her thighs but I could only go so far what with her
legs so far apart. With a bit of effort I pushed her
legs together so at last I got her thong off and
then her legs sprang apart again.
"Oh Stevie," she muttered, "Fuck me,
make me come."
I pushed two fingers into her sopping pussy and her
whole body twitched.
"Oh god yes Stevie," she groaned and her
hips pushed against me.
My cock was painfully hard in my pants so one handed
I unzipped my self and pushed my cock into her face.
"Suck me," I whispered.
Her lips closed around me and the chain was complete
and together we moved to a mutual climax.
****
I was nearly there, thrusting in to my wife from
behind and just as soon as her orgasm made her body
jerk I let go and came into her sweet body.
****
Her body was still now except for her throat as she
swallowed my spunk that I had jetted into her mouth.
"Nice one Stevie," she sighed and she was
asleep again.
I covered her up with one last look at her perfect
body and went to my room to dream my own personal
incest dream.
****
"Let's go home slut," I said coarsely,
putting my limp cock back into my pants.
"Need more cock," my wife said.
"And you'll get it when I get you home," I
laughed.
"Goodie, let's go then," she said and
staggered as she walked back across the lawn, her
naked tits bobbling in the moonlight.
The drive home was interesting for she hadn't done
up her top or bra so her naked boobs bounced
invitingly over every bump in the road.
"Mmm, don't stop," she groaned as my hand
worked up her thigh and into her gushing pussy.
****
After that night I would catch my sister looking at
me sometimes but she never said anything until the
evening of the Barbie. By nine she had drunk a
number of beers and a few glasses of wine too.
"Did you undress me?" she asked.
"What? When?" I said looking around to see
if anybody was near enough to hear.
"My prom night," she said looking directly
at me but her eyes couldn't quite focus to me.
"Oh yeah," I admitted, like it was
everyday I strip my sister naked and put her to bed.
"Well thanks for hanging my dress up," she
giggled. "Couldn't find me a nightie for me to
wear though."
"Well you were almost dead weight," I
explained, "had trouble enough getting that
dress off."
"My bra and knickers too," she said.
"No that was your idea," I said, well it
was in a way. "So who's this Stevie guy
then?"
"What!" she said sharply, "what do
you know about him?"
"Not a lot," I leered, "except you
fancy him."
"I do not," she said hotly.
"Well it was his name you were calling out when
I was taking your dress off," I explained.
What did I say?" she asked.
"Mostly rude stuff," I said.
"Like what? My god have you told anyone?"
she gushed.
"No, no, your secrets are safe with me big
sister," I reassured.
"So what did I say?" she asked, now it was
her time to look about to see if anybody was
listening.
"Things like, 'oh Steve take all my clothes off
and fuck me,'" I lied.
"I never did," she snapped.
"Oh yes you did," I said with a big smile,
"and as you took your bra off you said things
like, Squeeze my tits stud'.
"Now I know you're lying," she laughed,
"I would never say something like 'stud'.
"By the way, what did you think then?" she
asked.
"What?" I asked lost again.
"What did you think about me, you know the old
bod," she said with a giggle.
"Fucking fantastic," I said truthfully.
"That good then," she giggled again.
****
Twice on the way home her body jerked while my hand
was working under her skirt.
Mmm, you bastard," she groaned.
We at last reached home but she was much too drunk
to get out of the car on her own. I had to help her
out and I quickly removed her top and bra before she
could stop me leaving her naked to the waist.
"Stop that's naughty," she said and she
came into my arms and we kissed out in the street.
"Lets go inside," I said taking her hand
and leading indoors.
All she was wearing now was her skirt but not for
long, one swift tug and it fell to the floor.
"My god, I'm naked," she giggled, looking
down at herself.
"And very beautiful you are too," I
commented.
There was no way she would ever be naked other than
in the bathroom. I turned the stereo on and again
she came into my arms for a dance. From dancing it
didn't take long before we ended up on the lounge
floor and once again I was thrusting between her
perfect thighs.
****
"You won't tell anybody will you?" she
asked, "You know about Steve."
"No of course not sis," I leered.
"And you really think my body is alright?"
she asked her eyes lowering.
"Too right sis," I enthused, "Just
about perfect I'll say."
"You don't think my boobs are too small or
anything?" she asked shyly.
"Fucking perfect," I said, "and
anytime you want putting to bed again, I'm your
man."
"I'm sure something can be arranged," she
giggled. "If I have a few more of these I might
just call on your services tonight."
By Jax
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