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A Birthday to Remember

by ericbsinger ©

My birthday was only a week away. This didn't fill me with a great deal of
excitement, as I was still fairly new here in town, and didn't really know
anybody. Almost twenty-three, and I was still suffering from the shyness that
had plagued me all my life. To make matters even worse, my birthday this year
fell on a Friday. I've always hated weekends; usually I spent them at home,
alone, bored. I could easily imagine a multitude of people spending their
weekends partying, clubbing, dancing, laughing, making love, and generally
having a good time. Meanwhile, I'd have to be content sitting at home watching
Cinemax, hoping to find some decent soft porn. Either that, or make a
fundamental change in my basic character. Easier to sit at home alone.

My sister, Angela, had convinced me a few years ago that working out and getting
myself into shape would help boost my confidence. So I took her advice and began
exercising religiously, to no avail. Well, I must admit that I probably looked
really good; I'm six feet, three inches tall, with brown hair that falls past my
shoulder blades, cool blue eyes, and if I weren't so shy, could probably pose
for one of those beefcake calendars. Unfortunately, this only increased my
loneliness, as I was still too shy to try meeting people.

The Tuesday before my birthday, as I was walking in the door from work, my phone
rang. Surprised, I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Richard? It's Angie! How are you, little brother?" She sounded confident and
happy, as always.

"Angie! I'm ok. Still just working and sleeping, pretty much. How are you?"

"I'm doing just fine. Hey, I've got an idea I want to run by you. Mom and Dad
are going out of town this weekend for some sort of conference. And I'm
thinking, since it's your birthday, why don't I fly out there on Thursday, and
we'll have the whole weekend to spend together. You can take Friday off of work,
can't you?"

"Sure. My boss is pretty nice. And I put in enough hours that taking a day off
won't really be a problem."

"Great! Then pick me up at the airport Thursday at seven. See you later,
little bro!"

As I had told Angie, getting Friday off wouldn't be a problem. So after work on
Thursday, I drove out to the airport to pick up my big sister. It had been about
a year since I had seen her. I visited home about six months ago, but Angie had
been on a modeling tour in Colorado. Somewhat mercurial, Angela changed her look
about twice a year, so I didn't really know what to expect.

When the passengers began disembarking at her gate, I scrutinized everyone
coming off the plane to spot her. I glanced past a number of people, briefly
wondering what their lives were like, when a vision of beauty caught my eye. She
was almost six feet tall, with long, straight, deep purple hair. Her eyes were
hidden behind a very expensive pair of sunglasses. Her calves were encased in a
pair of knee-high black leather riding boots; above the knees I could see an
impossible length of smooth, perfect thigh that disappeared under a very short
black leather mini-skirt. Her waist was flat, tan, and bare beneath a cream silk
half-shirt. Her chest swelled out proudly, just begging to be ogled. And over
all was a black leather trench coat. Her face, what I could see of it behind the
sunglasses, was a vision of such sublime beauty, that I wished I could just
stare at it forever. That's when it hit me.

My jaw dropped as this vision of loveliness turned my way, increased her stride,
broke into a huge grin, and flung herself into my arms.

"Richard!"

She planted a soft kiss on my cheek as I stammered out, "Angie?" Grinning, she
stepped back, my hands in hers, and looked me up and down. Her nose crinkled up
as she took in my boring outfit.

"Richard, dearest, we've absolutely got to go shopping tomorrow. You need some
new clothes."

Dragging me toward baggage claim, she began talking hurriedly about her modeling
career, her bastard ex-boyfriend, how our parents were doing, and a million
other things that I can't really recall. My mind was reeling at how stunningly
beautiful she had become, and my surprise and slight horror at just how
appreciative I was of her new look. I let her get a couple of strides ahead of
me and surreptitiously adjusted my pants, hoping like hell to conceal the hard-
on I had developed at seeing her. A hard-on seemingly unconcerned with the fact
that this was my sister!

We went to dinner before heading to my apartment; I can't figure out how I
managed to make it through the evening, intent as I was on getting my hormones
under control. Once back at my apartment, I managed to get hold of myself
somewhat; at least enough to give her the short guided tour, and help her
unpack. We talked into the wee hours of the morning before I finally decided to
get some sleep. Grabbing some spare sheets out of the bedroom, I made up the
couch to sleep on.

With a final warm, long (and could it be sensuous?) hug, Angela disappeared into
my bedroom and I lay down on the couch. I couldn't get the feel of her in my
arms out of my head, nor her incredible beauty, nor her stunning body. Finally,
I chalked it up to hormones raging out of control, easy enough to understand
since I hadn't had any intimate contact with anyone in well over two years. In
the end, I shrugged and jacked off into my T-shirt, feeling much better
afterward. Before finally falling asleep, I put the T-shirt into the hamper in
the laundry room. Somewhat satisfied, I at last fell asleep.

"Happy Birthday, Richard!"

I awoke to those words, and an uncomfortable pressure on my waist. Opening my
eyes, I looked up to see Angie sitting on me, wearing nothing but a very skimpy
pair of panties, and a sports bra. I could clearly see her nipples poking
through the cotton, and wondered if it was cold in the apartment. As usual, she
was grinning, and her green eyes were bright and alert, and something else? I
couldn't tell. My eyes drifted back down to her decidedly yummy chest, past her
washboard stomach, and to her crotch. Her panties were so tight, I could swear
that I saw her lips through the satin. I instantly got an erection, and just as
quickly, I picked her up and lightly threw her off me.

She leaned down and gave me a hug; I could feel her tits pressing into my chest.
Her nipples poked at me, causing my erection to grow even more. Kissing me on
the cheek, she said, "Now get up you lazy bastard and fix us breakfast while I
take a shower." I couldn't be sure, but I thought that for the briefest of
instants, her eyes flickered to my crotch, and her eyes lit up with a
mischievous glow. At any rate, she stood up and sauntered off into the bedroom.

Groaning, I got up and pulled on my pants, straightened up the couch, and set
about fixing breakfast as I listened to the sound of the shower running.
Shaking my head violently to clear it of the images of Angie's naked body,
finished breakfast and set the table just as she appeared from the bedroom,
wearing only a robe.

I managed, somehow, to make it through breakfast without making a total fool of
myself, stealing the occasional glance at where her robe showed tantalizing
hints of her breasts. Angie told me to go shower while she cleared up. After my
shower, she grabbed my hand and dragged me down to the car. "Are there any good
places to shop in around here? You know, someplace alternative and…naughty?"
Smiling, I drove down to a little shopping area near downtown.

We spent nearly six hours shopping. Angie made me try on more outfits that day
than I had in the last five years combined. Finally satisfied, we went to lunch,
and then back to my apartment. We talked until early evening when she told me to
change into the leather pants and black T-shirt she had bought me. As I entered
the bedroom, I saw her getting on-line.

After I had changed, she told me she'd get dressed as well before we went out
for a night I'd never forget. After about ten minutes, she stepped out of the
bedroom, and my hard-on returned with a vengeance. She was wearing her black knee-
highs again, only this time with an ultra-short plaid mini-skirt, and a white
button-down shirt. She'd pulled her hair back into pig-tails, making her look
like a deliciously decadent catholic school girl. What is it about catholic
school girls that gets guys so worked up, anyway? Again, I thought for the
briefest of instants that she glanced at my crotch, and a half smile shot across
her perfect lips. It must have been my imagination.

Posing, she asked, "So, do you like?" Trying to act cool and in control, I just
smiled and nodded. I don't think she was fooled. 'Ready to go?" Again I smiled
and nodded. She took my hand again and grabbed my car keys. When we got to my
car, she told me to get into the passenger seat. Then she took a black scarf
from somewhere and blindfolded me.

As we drove to wherever it was she was taking us, she made small talk, not
giving the slightest hints about where she was heading. Finally the car stopped.
She helped me out and we began walking, with me still blindfolded. She told me
to get out my wallet and have my ID ready. I heard a man's voice asking for our
IDs, and then Angie said, "It's his birthday, and I'm giving him his present."
The guy chuckled. We started walking again.

Immediately I could hear the sound of very loud music and dozens of people
talking. Laughter, hoots, and cries assaulted my ears as I detected the scent of
alcohol. "Where the hell are we, Angie?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Hush."

She guided me into a seat. "Wait right here, and don't touch the blindfold."
Being a good little boy, I did as my big sister asked. I waited for what seemed
like an hour, all the while trying to figure out where we were from the sounds
and smells. Suddenly Angie was back, snuggling up next to me.

"You ready?" I nodded. She took off the blindfold. It took me a minute to get my
vision back; when I did, I could see, no more than two inches from my nose, the
biggest pair of naked tits on the planet!

"Happy Birthday, Richard," the tits told me. I moved my head back a little and
looked around. Naked women were everywhere. On stages, on the laps of guys
seated around this huge room, delivering drinks, just everywhere. Suddenly the
girl with the tits put her hand on my face and said, "You can look around in a
minute. Right now, you need to look here." With that, she shoved those inhuman
things in my face.

"There are worse ways to die," I thought. The girl with the Everest-sized
mammary glands performed a lap dance I'm sure was illegal. She ground her pussy
all over my lap, stroking my cock with her sex through my leather pants. Angie
put her arm around me, kissed my cheek, and whispered, "Happy Birthday."

What followed was the most educational night of my life. Angie took me to a
private room and had two girls dance for us, an Asian and a Redhead. The things
those two were doing I had never seen outside of an all-girl porn flick.
Meanwhile Angie had the shooter girl, a hot little brunette, continually ply the
two of us with shots, feeding them to us, straddling our laps, from her
cleavage. The brunette, every time she straddled me, would rub her pussy over my
cock. That, plus the two girls making love in front of us, Angie snuggled up
next to me, and the shooter girl feeding my sister shots from her tits, kept me
close to cumming in my pants all night long. I finally had to stumble to the
bathroom and jerk off, to keep from ruining my brand new pants. I guess it was
the alcohol, but as I stroked my cock, I kept imaging it was Angie on my lap and
not the shooter girl.

Hours later, after I had consumed more alcohol than a sailor on liberty, and
watched three different pairs of girls make love, and having had all of them
grind their bare pussies onto my aching cock, Angie finally decided it was time
to go home. She had quit drinking shortly before I went to the bathroom, so as
to be ok to drive.

The entire way back to my place, I didn't say a thing. I was trying to deal with
my incestuous longing. I just couldn't get the thought of my big sister Angie
straddling my lap and grinding her pussy on my cock out of my head. I made sure
to keep my hands in my lap to hide my erection.

Once we got back to my place, Angie had to help me into the apartment, as I was
feeling none too steady on my feet. She dropped me onto the couch and then went
and turned on the stereo. A techno beat filled up the background sounds of the
room. I heard Angie bustling around in the kitchen for a moment. Appearing back
in my field of view, Angie stood in front of me, one of the long shooter tubes
from the strip club in her hand.

"There's something I want to try, and you're about drunk enough at this point
to let me." With her free hand, she unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt,
exposing a black silk bra. She moved forward slowly and straddled my lap,
lowering herself onto me.

"Wha…?" I tried to ask what she was doing.

"Shhhhhh," was her only reply. She settled herself onto my lap, and proceeded to
go through the shooter girl's routine, plunging the long thin tube down her
throat. Then she placed it into her bra, between her magnificent breasts, and
moved my head up to the lip. Leaning forward, she fed me vodka from her
cleavage. Then she took the tube from her bra and seductively licked every inch
of it. Tossing the tube over her shoulder, she took my head in her hands again,
and brought her forehead to mine.

"I've seen the way you've been looking at me, Richard. And I want you to know
that it's OK. We're both adults. We're both attracted to each other. Hell,
Richard, I've wanted you since I got off the plane yesterday." She began slowly
grinding her crotch over mine. Even in my drunken state, through the thick
leather pants, I could feel the lips of her pussy parting slightly as she pushed
herself onto the length of my fully erect cock. "I love you Richard. And I know
you love me. We're family. We're supposed to love each other. But I'm also a
woman. I'm a woman who needs to be appreciated as a woman, who needs to be
fucked like a woman."

That sobered me up instantly. "Angie, we can't! I'm your brother!"

Smiling, she pressed her lips to mine. "That's right. You're my brother. Who
better to fulfill my needs? I know you'd never hurt me. And I'd never hurt you."
She rubbed her pussy up and down on my cock a little faster. "And we're two
consenting adults. Two adults who want each other, and who should please each
other. Now shut up."

She kissed me again. Only this time, there was no softness to it. Only raw,
animal passion. Her tongue assaulted mine as if this were the last time she
would ever kiss. She pushed herself down onto my cock as hard as she could, and
began moaning into my mouth. Her hands ran through my hair and over my chest,
down my arms, and back to my shoulders. She pulled me forward, wrapped her legs
behind me, and began humping my cock through our clothes.

"Ooooh, Richard! Richard, I want you! I want to feel you cum in my mouth! I want
to feel your tongue in my pussy! Most of all, though, I want to feel your
monster cock filling me up!"

That did it. All thoughts of remorse, or of putting a stop to this scene, fled
my mind. Here I was, twenty-three today, with a beautiful woman in my lap,
grinding herself on my cock. This goddess that any man with even a hint of
heterosexuality would cut off three of his fingers to bed, was telling me that
she wanted me. Who was I to say no.

For the first time in my life, I took control. I pulled Angie tight to me as I
returned her kiss with a passion I didn't know I had. She sucked my tongue deep
down her throat, as she started moaning even louder into my mouth. Her hands
clutched at my bare arms, leaving red marks from her fingernails. Breaking the
kiss, I shoved her back far enough from me to bring my hands around to her
chest. Gripping the fabric of her shirt in my fists, I ripped as hard as I
could, sending buttons flying all over the living room. A look of animal glee
covered her face as I tore the remainders of her shirt off her. Of their own
accord, my hands unclasped her bra and pulled it off her shoulders.

Pulling her to me again, I brought my mouth to her left breast, while my
hands reached around to grasp her soft, firm ass. Kneading it in my hands, my
tongue began to work overtime on her heavenly tits, moving from one to the
other, biting on her inch long nipples, and licking the entire surface of
each 36C breast.

Standing suddenly, I dumped her onto her feet and commanded that she remove her
boots and skirt. With a little girl giggle, she complied, taking pleasure in my
surprise as I saw that her completely bare pussy was unhampered by panties. She
gasped in surprise as I picked her up, carried her into the bedroom, and flung
her onto the bed.

Dropping to my knees, I assaulted her smooth pussy with my mouth, drinking of
her wetness. Gaining a bit of control, I took my time running my tongue around
every inch of her beautiful sex; without warning I stuck my tongue as far into
her free flowing pussy as I could and began lapping up her love juices. Moving a
hand up, I inserted first one, then two fingers into my sister's sweet pussy,
while moving my tongue up to her clit. My control began to slip as I discovered
that her clit was a long as her nipples, and I began licking and nibbling at it
like a babe going for his supper.

Angie's hands roamed all over my shoulders and back, leaving bloody trails from
her fingernails before finally settling in to bunch my hair up into her fists.
Her body thrashed under me, her moaning turning to wails of pleasure. I pumped
my fingers into her faster and faster, as my attention to her clit became more
and more frenzied. Finally, with a cry of, "Dear God! I'm CUMMING!", she did.
Unexpectedly, a geyser of hot liquid shot into my mouth and down my throat. My
dear sister was one of the few women who ejaculated when she came! Her body
spasmed all over the bed for a few brief minutes before suddenly going limp.

I looked up at her face and saw that she had passed out. With a self-satisfied
smile, I went into the kitchen and fixed us some drinks. Returning to the
bedroom, I saw her stirring. Carefully setting down the drinks, I lay down next
to her and began gently fingering her still-moist pussy, and licked her
nipples. Watching her face, I saw her eyes flutter open and a smile spread
across her face.

"Ooh, Richard. My dear little brother, I love you so much. You're so good. I had
no idea my shy little brother was such a good pussy licker." She brought my head
up to hers and kissed me again.

I reached down and handed her a drink. Picking up my own, I drank it as fast as
I could. Smiling, she finished her own off just as quickly and said, "And that
was just the beginning."

Setting down our glasses, she removed my T-shirt, then my boots, and pulled off
my pants. She reached up and lovingly stroked my cock through my boxers, running
her hands the length of it. "Mmmmm. Nice and big. Eight inches?"

"Eight and a half, dearest Angie."

"Yumm." And with that, she removed my boxers. Laying me back on the bed with her
hands, she kissed her way down my neck to my chest, and spent a few minutes
teasing my nipples with her tongue, all the while slowly stroking my rock hard
dick. Proceeding downward, she licked my washboard stomach, all the way to the
head of my cock. Looking it over for a moment, she smiled. Then, looking me in
the eye, she began softly licking every inch of my manhood, never blinking.
After a moment or two of this, she moved up, opened her mouth, and took me in.


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