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A Birthday to Remember
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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