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Subject: Title story: "My Lovely Sister Monica" Author: Incest Boy 59884557
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Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2005 07:03:08 +0000
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My Lovely Sister Monica My sister Monica is four years older than I am, and more
than a little attractive. That's something I noticed early on, maybe when I was
around ten. I know that seems awfully young to notice such a thing, but that's
the way guys are. Even though at that age they may not know exactly why such
things are interesting (and they certainly want nothing to do with girls their
own age) they're still interested in girls who are old enough to be developed.
Especially when they're developed in the chest area. That described Monica all
right - developed, especially in the chest area. She was an amazingly early
bloomer and even at that tender age had an incredible body. Not just her tits
either. Everything. Face, hair, hips, waist, ass, legs. You name it she had it.
But without a doubt her best asset, even then, was an absolutely incredible
pair. My friends noticed it too. We'd talk about what it would be like to catch
a glimpse of her in the alto- gether, or even just in her underwear. I tried to
do it too, and succeeded once. Just bra and panties, but still some kind of
thrill. She complained to our folks of course, who told me to knock it off. They
really didn't think much of it though. Pretty normal stuff actually, guys that
age trying to catch a peek of their older sister. Of course as my friends and I
got a little older our interest got more serious. By around twelve, guys are
pulling their puds and wishing they didn't have to do it solo. And Monica had
only developed further. My friends and I had many lecherous discussions about
her, particularly her chest. What really drove me crazy though is that I knew
that for some guys Monica was more than just eye candy. She was fond of having
guys over after school, before our parents got home. She would close the door to
her room for an hour or so, and the titillating sounds would drive me crazy. My
room was right next to hers, and more than a few times I went there and stroked
my meat - my imagina- tion fueled by listening to the load moans and the
squeaking bed.
When I was fourteen my sister and I were in the same high school for a year. My
frustration was only increased by what I saw in school. On a daily basis I was
confronted by what I'd long suspected - that my sweet sister was THE girl with
the big tits. Every high school has one, a girl whose chest is so big that it
clearly stands out from every other girl's. And it seemed like every guy in the
school talked about her tits - and her reputation. Her reputation wasn't so much
that she'd give it to anybody, it was more that if she gave it to you she'd give
it to you incredibly good. She'd let you slide your meat between those enormous
tits and swallow your juice down to the last drop. Then if you met her standards
you couldn't stop her from fucking your brains out. "Standards" meant she was
only interested in you if you were hung like the proverbial horse. For me that
was the most frustrating thing of all. In most re- spects I'm an average looking
guy, but one thing I do have, and had even at that age, was an enormous cock and
balls. Maybe big endowments just run in the family or something. At that age I
wasn't even sure it was a good thing. But the thought that that was the thing
that turned my sister on most was unbelievably frustrating. Just to make it
worse the scuttlebutt was confirmed when I overheard my sister talking to some
girlfriends, and grading guys by the size of their meat.
By fourteen though I was getting to the age where it wasn't really cool to lust
after one's own sister, and I toned it down around the guys. By fifteen I'm sure
I'd stopped completely. It wasn't easy, because it was still ok for my friends
to drool over her. What's more, with her getting older and me pretending not to
care anymore, my sister became less self-conscious about her body. If none of
our friends were over she would matter -of-factly step out of the bathroom with
her boobs practically falling out of her robe, or walk around with her braless
tits bouncing under a T-shirt. Maybe needless to say the fact that I pretended
not to lust after my sister anymore didn't mean I'd really stopped. Even as I
got older, and started to get a little action myself, she fueled more than a few
of my fantasies. Maybe it made it worse. Now that I knew what it felt like I was
green with envy of the guys that actually got to give it to her. And as we got
older she stopped treating me like a kid brother. In fact we developed a very
warm relationship, and my sister is a very huggy-kissy type of person. It drove
me crazy when she gave me a big hug, and I felt those enormous tits of her
mashed against me. I strug- gled to hide the fact that it usually gave me a
raging hard-on.
Skip forward a few years...
I was living at home and Monica was living on campus. She was home from college
for a holiday. Her last day home we had a bunch of friends and relatives over,
and she wound up staying later than she should have. Her school was about half a
day's drive, and she said that she had to be there the next morning for an
important test. Having recently gotten my driver's license, I gallantly offered
to take her. She said that she'd be able to find a place for me to sleep before
making the return trip. My folks were still worried though, and gave us a few
bucks to stop off on the way and get a little sleep if we had to. I was glad
they did. About half way through the trip we were both ready to nod off. After
fighting off the highway hypnosis for another half an hour, we stopped at the
only motel we'd seen. Small problem - the only room available had just one
double bed. No problem, Monica said, we were only going to stop off for a few
hours. As we went to our room I was so tired that I almost fell asleep on my
feet. Monica didn't even bother to go into the bathroom to undress. She just
nonchalantly peeled off her jeans, and then, in that way that girls learn in
summer camp, took off her bra without removing her shirt. Maybe she should have
done that on the road, as it did a great job of waking me up! Not only did I
enjoy watching those jugs bounce and sway, but with the sheer white shirt that
she was wearing I also got a great view of her huge areolas. I jumped under the
covers and turned sideways to try to hide my erection. My sister was utterly
casual about her appearance, but a little puzzled by what I'd just done. I
explained that I was just very tired. "Well" she said, "you won't sleep well
with all your clothes on." In acknowledge- ment I stripped down to my underwear
while still under the covers. Then I pretended to fall asleep immediate- ly.
Monica climbed into the other side of the bed and shut off the lights. I felt
like I was never going to get to sleep. I lay there on my side, my cock feeling
like it was about to explode, and tried desperately to forget that my half-
naked sister was lying next to me. I guess exhaustion finally overtook me, but
it took a while. I didn't get much sleep either. When I woke up I could see that
it was just dawn. I was sleeping in the peculiar way that I often do, lying on
my back but with my head stuck between two pillows. I tried get- ting back to
sleep. Then I noticed something. As it was the covers were half off me. Nothing
unusual, since I'm a restless sleeper. But I could swear that I felt them pulled
down a little more. Must be my imagination I thought. Then it happened again. I
peered out from between the pillows, still pretending to be asleep. It was true
- Monica had reached over and pulled down the covers a little more. Only then
did I notice that I had a stiff cock that was holding up the covers like a tent
pole. I waited, lying still. A moment later she did it again. Then the big one.
Slowly, gingerly, she lifted the covers up and over my cock. I could swear she
gasped, and muttered something under her breath. I wanted to see how far this
would go. I looked over and sure enough Monica was staring wide-eyed in the
direction of my cock. Slowly she reached down and undid a few more buttons on
her shirt. I couldn't see everything but did have a tantalizing view of her
cleavage. She reached into her shirt and started playing with her nipples,
fondling and tweaking them while still staring at my erection. Then, keeping one
hand on a nipple, she slid the other into her panties! Add to the show, I
figured, and I started to gently buck my hips like I was having a wet dream. She
reacted magnificently, and started gently moaning while rubbing her clit harder.
There is of course only so much that a guy can take. Take her now or never, I
thought. Without any warning I sat up, turned toward her, and asked how she
liked it. Surprise would be an inadequate description of her reaction. She had
no idea what to say, but just stared at me in embarrassment.
"Don't worry sis, I don't mind you checking me out as long as I can
check you out."
With that I reached down and pulled her shirt wide open. I'd always known that
those things were big, but I never realized just how big until I saw them
sprawled naked like that. They were thick beautiful pillows that spread out as
wide as her shoulders. I'd also never realized just quite how big her nipples
were when hard. They were as thick as a man's thumb and nearly an inch long! No
point in letting a treat like this go to waste. I reached out and grabbed as
much of those things as I could. Each one of them was several handfuls though
and I had to work extra hard to feel them thoroughly.
"Stop it!" is the only thing that she said, although not too convincingly. "Why
sis, you seemed to like it well enough when you were staring at my hard-on?"
"You're my brother!"
"So, does that mean it's ok to tease my cock?" With that I bent down and started
sucking on one of those monster nipples. Whatever objections she voiced didn't
change the fact that she was moaning as I did it. Not only were they the biggest
nipples on the biggest tits I'd ever seen, they were also the most incredibly
sensitive. I practically thought she'd have an orgasm from having them sucked
on. But enough with satisfying her. I told her in no uncertain terms that I had
a hot load of cum for her - whether she liked it or not. I straddled her and
slid my meat between those enormous tits. Maybe it's an instinct with her, but
she immediately wrapped them around my cock. She seemed to hesitate though about
opening her mouth, and just stared at the head. "Come on Monica," I said, "I've
been hearing for years that swallowing a big load of cum turns you on - and I'm
gonna drown you with this fucker." With that she opened wide and I slid the head
of my cock into her mouth, or at least as much of it as would fit. She was still
hesitating a little though. "Tongue Monica, a little tongue action please." Then
I felt her agile tongue dancing under the head of my cock as I slid my shaft in
and out of her mouth and between those huge knockers. I tried holding back for a
while, but I have limits. Turned on as I was within seconds I felt every muscle
in my body tense for the most incredible orgasm I've ever had. I normally shoot
a pretty good load, but this time I outdid myself. Wave after wave of hot cum
shot into her mouth, at least ten huge squirts. By the time I finished I'd more
than filled her mouth - there were rivers of spurm flowing past her lips. I
backed off, saw that she didn't swallow it right away, and wondered she was
still hesitating. Not exactly - she was swirling it around in her mouth and
moaning while she savored it. I smiled, and after she had enjoyed herself, I
watched her gulp down every drop. Of course there was still plenty left on her
face and dripping out of my cock. Some of it I made her lick up, and the rest I
rubbed all over her enormous tits until they were glistening with my jazz! Not
that I was anywhere near satisfied yet - my cock was still rock hard. But as I
started to move into position Monica hesitated again. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing sis? Best tit fuck I ever had but my cock obviously
needs more satisfaction." "Come on..." she said, "you're still my brother." "And
I'm still going to fuck you. Tell me you don't want it." Just to prove my point
I slid my hand into her panties. She was dripping wet. I slid my finger into her
pussy and she moaned in response. I told her that she clearly needed something a
lot bigger in there. She not only stopped her objections as I slipped off her
panties, but invitingly spread her legs wide. Sis was now on automatic and
wanted to fuck badly as I did. As I climbed in between her legs I savored the
feeling of her wet pussy lips. Just for good measure I teased her a little by
rubbing the head of my cock against her lips and clit. She practically came
right then.
No mercy now. I pushed my prick into her and in three strokes was up to the
hilt. I fucked her good and hard, taking strokes nearly the full length of my
cock. Monica was moaning just like I'd heard her in her room - only much louder.
Before long I watched as she had the most incredible multiple orgasm I've ever
seen. Enough with being a gentleman - time to finish her off. I came just as
hard as I did the first time, and by the time I'd finished pumping my juice was
pouring out of her pussy. As I pulled out I smiled and asked a question that I
already knew the answer to: "did I fuck you good sis?" She said nothing. Her
look was a mixture of embarrass- ment and wonder at what had just happened.
Lying there next to her I started to fondle her magnificent tits again. She
still said nothing, but in a little while I was back at rigid attention. I
rolled onto my back and started to pull her towards me. "Oh come on sis, we've
already done it. Might as well enjoy it to the fullest." She still said nothing
but started to slide me into her. Before long she was bucking and moaning like a
bitch in heat. I think I liked this even better than the first time, especially
since those melons of hers were bouncing and banging into my face. Suffice it to
say that I did her tits and her pussy a few more times before I was finally (but
temporarily) satisfied. After that we drove to her school just in time for her
to make her test. Sis may have looked a bit dazed, but I had a shit-eating grin
the whole way. Since her roommate was out when we got there, a caught a little
more sleep on her bed.
That was all several years ago. Since then I've enjoyed by big sister many
times. Usually over her initial protests, but always to her satisfaction. I
admit that I feel a little funny about it sometimes. It's certainly not that I
don't enjoy sex with other women, but to this day there is a certain special sin-
ful pleasure to screwing my own sister. Not to mention that she still has one of
the best bodies I've ever seen, and is the most incredible cock queen I've ever
met. That's the secret really. All I need to fuck her is a good hard-on to tease
her with. She still protests with lines like, "you're my brother, we shouldn't
still be doing this." Of course the protests are part of the fun. I like the
challenge of having to tease her into it. Best of all though is when I'm
jealous. Ok, this part is really a little weird, but I do get jealous when I see
my sister with a guy. It also turns me on. The other day I stayed over at her
apartment when her boyfriend was giving it to her. Listening to them go at it
still turns me on! He left the next morning. I managed to time it so that I
stepped out of the shower and into the living room just after he left. I was
wearing nothing but a stiff prick. We hadn't done it together in a couple of
months. Sis looked at me and said, "I thought we weren't going to do that any-
more?" "What's the matter sis, boyfriend wore you out? Tell me who has the
bigger cock? Who can ride you longer? You're a fucking big titted cock queen and
you know it!" I smiled when she said nothing, because it meant we both knew the
answers to my questions. Before long I was fucking her again until she begging
for mercy.
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