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 Title: My Playmate, My Sister
Summary: Brother beds his sister, the playmate Sara Jean Underwood.
Keywords: inc,fic
   I'll be honest, growing up with a sister like mine was no cakewalk.  It
was abundantly clear that my sister, Sara, was destined for some form of
modeling from the moment she started developing her killer body in her
early years.  All throughout high school she had the attention and longing
gazes of every boy, man and even some women there.  As I went through my
freshman year, lusting after any bit of female I could grasp, I was
constantly teased about my senior sister's looks and how much every one of
my friends would love to "bang her."
   Now I won't lie and say I didn't notice; after all, I was in the peak of
my sexual desires too.  However, my thoughts never strayed beyond the
occasional hope to see her coming out of the shower or undressing in her
room.  I did get a peek every once in a while, but it was all innocent and
never got out of hand.  Luckily for me, Sara was incredibly wholesome and
modest about her looks, having a few lucky boyfriends here and there but
largely displaying her beauty in tolerable amounts.  So even though I had
to stare down or ignore someone for the occasional comment about Sara's
"hot ass and tits," I never felt embarrassed by any of her actions.
   I suppose I should probably tell you what she really looks like.  Aside
from a body that looks to be sculpted from marble, she is about 5'3"
weighing just over 100 lbs.  She has 24" waist and from inspecting some of
her more seductive lacey bras in the laundry is done I know her breasts
measured a full 32C which I wanted nothing more than to at least any chance
I could get.  She has the most gorgeous eyes, more green than hazel, framed
by a cute, freckled face and tiny chin.  To top it all off she has the
perfect shade of blonde hair with dark streaks, which she wears in a
variety of styles mostly with long bangs swept across her face.
   Unfortunately, in high school I was a shrimpy little kid, never really
breaking 130 lbs.  until my senior year, when I finally came into my own.
So when Sara brought her usual slough of beautiful friends around, I was
always just her little brother to them.  It didn't matter to Sara though,
she was a bit nerdy like me and was always willing to play a video game or
two or watch a movie late at night.  She even got me with a few pretty
girls if she knew their older sister or invited me to a party she could
maneuver me around.  She and I got along well, and even though we didn't
interact much at school, we have always been good friends.  After she went
away to college across the country we separated a bit, but whenever we were
both together we were thick as thieves.
   But things changed for her early in Sara's Junior year of college.  As I
walked through a convenience store on my way to the train home from school,
I caught the top of a Playboy on the clearance rack behind the counter.
   "I'll be damned if that doesn't look just like Sara's face," I thought,
not even realizing what that would mean if it really was her.
   I asked for the copy, and after I showed my 19 year-old driver's license
to the cashier and a sideways glance, he handed it to me.  The photo on the
cover, now many months old, was definitely in Playboy's usual style,
airbrushed and photo-shopped to an almost unrecognizable degree, but I was
95% certain it was my sister.  She was body-painted in the same colors as
her college, Oregon State, and displaying what I had always known to be her
fan-fucking-tastic form.  I had no time to dwell on it, however, as my
friends were all waiting so I shoved the Playboy into my backpack, paid and
headed outside.  I could barely focus on getting to the train and then
home, and I don't think I said a word for the whole ride to my stop 30
minutes away.
   I was in shock; "would Sara really do that?  She's always been
adventurous but this is totally different," I thought.
   When I finally got home I made for my room as fast as I could after a
quick catch-up on the day with my Mom.  As I pulled out the magazine and
that's when I knew for sure, the beauty on the front cover was my sister. I
thumbed through the pages and opened up to a her spread, not even thinking
of the taboo implications.  There she was, for all the world to see, and
what a sight it was.  She was going by the name Sara Jean Underwood,
obviously not the same as our family name.  She was every guy's wet dream,
clearly the best looking in the entire magazine, and she was my sister.  I
had to say it in my head a few times before it really set in, and after a
cold shower I pulled out my phone and decided to text my sister.
   "Hey Sara, anything new," I wrote.
   A few long minutes later, I received:
   Sara: "Nope, nothing really, I'm coming home Friday, a week early for
summer, though!,"
Me: "That's cool, is something going on?"
Sara: "Just felt a little overwhelmed is all."
Me: "Anything you want to talk about?"
Sara: "We can catch up when I get home in a few days, okay?"
Me: "Sure, I miss you."
Sara: "Miss you too!"
Soon enough it was Friday and I was nervous to see my big sister so soon
after the recent development.  I decided to do a little research online,
and I wasn't prepared for what I was about to see.  A quick search of her
name brought a whole bunch of results, at least three photo shoots - all
stemming from the fact that she had apparently been crowned playmate of the
month in July.  I clicked on each gallery and scanned the page, seeing my
sister laid out in a bunch of unbelievably sexy poses in all states of
undress.  I couldn't help it, the pictures were turning me on.  I imagined
her laid out on the window-bench in my room, looking at me straight in the
eye as she pulled her top off, light glancing off her just like it did in
the pictures.  In my daze I didn't even hear the sound of my sister
clamoring up the stairs, and then standing at my open door, seeing clearly
what I had found.
   "Okay, now I know what that text was about," she said as I clicked out
of the browser at the speed of light.  "No point in pretending now, we
obviously are going to have to talk about this."
   I just stared at her, she was different than the last I saw of her about
8 months before that.  She was tan, her hair was better than it had ever
looked, and she was in the best shape of her life.  Even her clothes were
thin and more revealing than ever, and after looking at the pictures on my
computer, I realized I would never see her the same again.
   "Come here and give me a hug first, I've had a long day of travelling,"
she said with fatigue thick in her voice.
   At 19 years old, I was a full 6'0" and taking good care of my body had
left me at 180 lbs.  with a decent shot with women.  I walked up, towering
over her now, and she sank into my arms.  Maybe it was what I had just seen
on the computer, her clothes, or maybe it was something she was doing on
purpose, but every part of her seemed to be pressed against me.  I could
feel the swell of those amazing breasts pressing against my chest, and my
hands around her felt a toned backside most girls dreamed of.
   "You've really grown," Sara said, leaning most of her weight into me as
she ran her hands innocently over me.
   We hadn't seen much of each other the previous summer as she was working
(at Hooter's I later learned) near her school in Oregon.  That and the 8 or
so months of school had given me plenty of time to grow, gaining an inch or
two and a ton of manly muscle, if I didn't say so myself.
   She moved away from me and looked into my eyes, saying "I need you to be
calm about this, and to please not talk to Mom or Dad about it until I'm
ready."
   Still slightly aroused, I pulled myself together, "Okay, but you have to
tell me all about it at least."
   She eagerly agreed.  We sat in my room, the loving brother half of me
paying attention to her story of how she was found in a little Playboy
talent search I had seen on the cover of that fateful magazine and how the
feedback on her first photos was so good they decided to make her Playmate
of the Month.  The other half of me could not stop thinking of what I had
seen and how this beautiful specimen in front of me could be seen by
anybody in the heart-stopping galleries online, and that she was my sister!
   "...so what do you say?" I snapped back in.  After a short pause she
knew I hadn't heard the question.
   "I know this is a lot to handle, but let's just do our best to act
normally around each other, okay Andrew?"
   I agreed of course, and she hopped out of my room, her sculpted little
butt swaying a bit as she turned and shot me a slightly mischievous smile.
   All things considered, it was pretty normal around the house for the
next few days.  Our parents were rarely around, busy with their work or
fairly hefty social lives, so I didn't have to deal with blurting out our
secret to them.  Sara was out visiting friends during the weekend and I was
studying for finals, albeit occasionally distracted by the fact that I had
a Playboy Playmate living under the same roof.  One night as I studied for
a relatively easy exam the next day, Sara came in and we talked for hours,
her in tight white tank top and some tiny shorts, teasing me, maybe not so
unintentionally, the entire night.  She told me she had dropped out a few
months ago because things were going so good with Playboy.  Then she began
to talk about her love life, something that had never really been off
limits with us.  It was obviously different now to talk about love and
relationships and sex, for my mind kept straying to what a man might do
with a girl like my sister in the privacy of their own room.
   "I can't relate to any of the guys I am meeting, they all are kind of
slimy and just want me because of my photos.  I miss being with a guy who
might actually care about me, and I miss the sex too," she said, blushing
and looking down, missing the wide-eyed look I had on my face.
   I told her about some of the girls I had dated, and even noted a hint of
bitterness as I named a few girls she apparently didn't approve of.  She
curled up in my arms as we talked through all of the changes in both our
lives and we fell asleep together, laying a comfortable distance apart.
   When I awoke I felt like a million dollars, warm and cozy and ready to
get up and shower before my test.  Slowly waking I realized the coziness
came from the gorgeous girl I was now tightly spooning and who had wrapped
herself around one each of my arms and legs.  It was both loving and
arousing, and I realized my hand was gently resting in the middle of her
perfect chest.  I tried to slowly move out of position but she only latched
onto me more, pushing my hand further into her soft, cotton-covered
breasts. I knew it was only a matter of minutes before I hardened fully and
she would easily be able to feel it.  That worry disappeared as she closed
the space between us and nestled her tight bottom right over my shaft.
   "Mmmmmh, good morning Andrew," she said softly, wiggling a bit as she
turned her head to look at me.
   It was excruciating to resist the urge to thrust forward between her
cheeks.  There was that suggestive smile again.
   "I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time, I am so glad to finally be
back," she whispered.
   "How long will you be staying?  Are you going to have to leave for any
more shoots soon?" I asked quietly, trying not to move or address the fact
that I was aroused by my sister.
   "Actually, there is talk about making me Playmate of the Year, but I
don't think I stack up to the competition.  Either way, I have another
shoot in a few weeks," Sara said, turning to face me and finally relieving
the pressure on my growing problem.
   I paused, appearing deep in thought, "Yeah, I wouldn't count on it." I
said sarcastically, making a funny face at her as her mouth dropped,
insulted.
   In mock anger she rolled on top of me, battering my chest with playful
blows as she straddled me, both of us laughing as I grabbed her wrists with
one arm and tickled her always sensitive sides with the other.  As she
twisted to avoid my prying fingers, her hips ground lightly down on my
still slightly enlarged member, and I could hardly focus on the tickling
for all of the pleasure it was causing me.
   The wrestling intensified, both of us breathing hard between laughs and
feeling her lithe body against mine.  Our play continued, and I rolled on
top of her, pinning her to the bed with her hands above her head.  Her tank
top had ridden up by now, revealing a mouth-watering abdomen and her
bottoms were scrunched up towards her waist.  She panted beneath me and
arched her back, trying to push me off of her and once again forcing
herself against my engorged cock.  Still holding her down I moved my mouth
to her abdomen and blew, making a funny sound like I used to when we were
just kids.  The subtle scent of her body wash and perfume lingered and she
squealed as I rubbed the morning whiskers of facial hair on her smooth
skin.
   Displaying that she had obviously been working out, she somehow gained
leverage over me and flipped back on top, her legs interlocked with mine,
straddling my thigh.  I could swear I felt faint yet rhythmic thrusts
against my leg with her nimble frame squashed against my chest.  I could
feel her warm breath on my ear and she finally sat up raising her arms in
victory as I gave up, exhausted.  If I hadn't been so entranced with our
arousing battle, I might have noticed her nipples standing proudly and
entirely visible through the soft cotton of her tank top.
   Our horseplay ended, and as I looked up at her with her abdomen and firm
breasts heaving from our tussle, I knew then that she would undoubtedly win
Playmate of the Year.  It was almost as if she read it on my face, because
she gave me a little peck on the lips and hopped off, maintaining the
innocence our little slumber party had began with.  She had the walk of an
angel and she once again smiled at me as she bounced out, swinging around
the frame of the door and out of sight.  I laid there for a few minutes,
trying to pull myself together and shake off any further thoughts of the
hottest woman I had ever laid eyes on; it was no easy task.
   As I worked through my exam, my thoughts occasionally strayed to Sara,
wondering what was going on and if I was out of my mind for thinking of her
as any more than a sister.  The exam was as easy as I thought it would be,
so I finished and returned home early.  When I got back my sister was at
the fridge, deep in thought, biting on her finger as she always did. 
Dressed in tiny jean shorts and an oversized football jersey, tied at the
waist and hanging slightly over one shoulder, I thought of she now seemed
to know exactly what to wear to complement her figure.  I scolded myself
inwardly for then thinking it would be better if she wore less.
   "Oooh, you scared the shit out of me," she said as she jumped and the
jersey fell the rest of the way down her shoulder, revealing the strap of a
black bra beneath.
   I wanted to ravish her on the kitchen table right then and there as she
turned her head and cocked her hips, playing at my desires.
   "I was just going to make us both lunch, how did your test go?"
   I told her about it as I sat at the table and she prepared lunch,
slapping my hand away a few times that I reached for some little morsels.
   "I've been taking cooking classes," she told me, "It's funny because I'm
finally doing all the things I want to do, maybe I wasn't cut out for
college anyway."
   "You're nuts Sara," I fired back, "you have always been the smartest
girl I know, and are probably still the only female who can beat me in any
game on the Xbox....  you're amazing."
   She glowed in response to my comment her striking eyes locking onto
mine, "I love you so much Andrew."
   We ate and chatted about this and that, and I realized that even though
Playboy Playmate status had taken her from a hot young girl to a to-die-for
image on the page of a magazine, we still got on as well as ever.
   "So I was thinking," she interjected, "I've got to go to this club
tonight and shake hands with a bunch of the higher-ups of Playboy here, but
I don't really want to go alone.  They might be a little weirded out if I
brought my brother, but do you think you might want to go as my date?"
   "I mean, sure, if you think that's okay," I fired back, excited but
nervous.
   "Of course it is," said Sara happily, "I'd just love to have someone to
hold on to, it can be kind of intimidating considering the nature of the
work."
   She told me a little more about the night and what was in store, some
dancing, some drinking and of course some more playmates - which I
obviously couldn't complain about.  The rest of the day went on with little
consequence, we watched a movie together and caught up on some work
individually.
   After I had thrown on a nice button-up and dress pants I went and sat on
the couch and waited for Sara, who was never on time.  When the doorbell
rang and I hopped up to answer it, I was surprised to see a
expensive-looking limousine sitting in the driveway.
   "We should be going sir, wouldn't want to keep Sara's employers
waiting." said the driver.
   Just then, the click of heels on hardwood alerted us that Sara was
finally ready to go.  As I looked up I nearly collapsed, and so did the
driver.  Sara wore a red, slightly shimmering dress, cut low between her
breasts and high on her thighs.  Her cleavage was so perfect I could die
happy right there, the dress seeming to be holding on to it for dear life.
It clung to her form and I couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight.  As she
gracefully stepped down the stairs in her simple but sexy black heels, the
driver struggled for words.
   "Good e-evening Miss Underwood, I am d-d-david, your driver for
tonight."
   Sara was a good sport and thanked David as we walked out the door.  As I
took the first step out the door, Sara stopped me and whispered in my ear,
causing a tingle to run through my body,
   "I think he saw something he liked."
   Not to be outdone, I turned and whispered back, "He wasn't the only
one."
   She squeezed my hand and after she got in the limo, David, who was
holding the door said, "You are a lucky man." I knew I was.
   Sara sat close to me the whole ride there and her presence was
intoxicating.  The night pretty much went as Sara had described, we sipped
on drinks while meeting a whole bunch of people who pretty much jumped over
me to get to Sara as she answered their questions.  When all of the
connections were finally made, Sara dragged me toward the bar and said
   "I need a shot or two, I almost couldn't stand it anymore."
   I agreed and we both winced back two shots of something that was way
above my budget, apparently free of charge.  Then came playmate
introductions.  Some were scattered about the dance floor, others at
various bars about the classy establishment.  I recognized some from
television but most were gorgeous and unknown to me.  I did, however,
notice that almost every one of them paled in comparison to Sara.
   Sara dragged me onto the dance floor among the beauties and we were
innocently spinning each other around and sharing the occasional close
moment as the alcohol began to work its magic.  Then, as if in a dream,
Jessica Burciaga, a crush of mine with whom I had spent a little time
flirting with earlier grabbed me for a dance.  The beating music, dark
atmosphere and ever-present buzz of the alcohol had me confident and
forward as the tanned, Latina beauty pushed against me.  She was beginning
to really get into it, grinding her hips against mine in away only a fiery
girl like her could.  I was in another universe, doing what every guy
always dreams of, and with her hands on top of mine I felt every inch of my
long-standing playmate crush.
   I obviously wasn't paying attention to much else because it took me a
while to notice that Sara, who was nearby, had found a guy and was dancing
against him too.  I tried to disregard the immediate pang of jealousy I
felt, but it would not go away.  Jessica was now doing her most seductive
dancing, pulling my body into hers, our breath heavy upon each other, but
it wasn't enough to keep me from stealing a glance at my sister across the
way.  Her dress was catching the little bit of light on the floor and her
body was unfathomably sexy as she moved to the music.  Once more I looked,
and I saw on her face the same jealousy I had felt.  Our eyes locked.  We
stared at each other as the music seemed to get quieter, and our dance
partners continued their movement around us.  I knew she wanted to be
dancing with me at that moment, and I, with her.  At the end of the song we
thanked our partners, and Jessica planted a kiss on my lips, slipping a
note into my pocket and whispering for me to call her.
   I approached Sara, who was now glaring at me and leaning on the bar a
few feet away.
   "Looks like somebody is having a good time," she said with a bit of an
attitude, "you can take the limo home with her if you want, I'm sure I can
get another ride."
   "Sara, don't be like that," I said with the best puppy dog eyes I could
muster, "I got carried away, besides, it looks like you and Mr.  Hands over
there were getting along just fine by yourselves."
   She loosened up a bit at that comment and looked at me sideways,
smirking, "alright, just promise me at least one dance before the night is
up killer," she requested with a sweet look on her face.
   "Sara," I said with a hint of seriousness in my voice, "I don't want to
dance with anyone else tonight if that's okay with you."
   Instead of voicing her approval, she stood on her toes and planted a
kiss right on my lips, holding my head in her hands as she did.  It only
lingered a second, but I saw stars as she pulled away and motioned to the
bartender to make us two seven-and-sevens.  She leaned over the bar a bit,
and the bartender ogled her cleavage as I, on the other end was helpless to
the view of her backside, the red cloth stretched thin over it.  I wondered
if she was wearing any underwear, "maybe not," I thought mischievously.
   We took our first sips silently as she batted her eyelashes at me,
somewhat embarrassed from the kiss.
   "I hope that wasn't your best effort out on the dance floor Sara," I
said with a hint of arrogance, "I don't think Playboy would like it if they
knew their new protégé danced like she was at a junior high mixer."
   Hurt, Sara quickly shot back, "oh and I suppose you would have me
shaking my ass like that little tart you were dancing with?"
   "I'm not saying I wouldn't like it..." I trailed off.
   Sara quickly set down her drink and grabbed my hand as if to say, "I'm
done talking about it, let's dance."
   She dragged me deep into the crowd of people; it's amazing how you feel
more private when surrounded by thick swells of human beings.  At first she
just pushed me back, swaying to herself and running her hands seductively
up and down her flowing curves.  My head spun as I watched and I couldn't
tell if it was the alcohol or my hot older sister moving like she was in
front of me.  Then she approached me and I wrapped my arms gently around
her, careful not to break the rhythmic surging of her body.  I began to
move with her, running my hands more daringly around her, and I heard a
quiet moan into my neck.
   She gracefully grabbed my arms and spun herself around, facing away from
me and keeping herself enveloped in my grasp.  Her style was entirely
different from Jessica's, and I couldn't get enough.  I savored the feeling
of her petite form against mine as she ground he firm ass slowly against
me. There was no question why dancing like this had become so popular, her
undulations and grinding aroused me more than if she had instead turned and
grasped my shaft with her nimble little hands herself.  I was no amateur
myself, and I moved easily behind her, touching her in all the right
places, proud to see many people watching us dance so well together.
   We were lost in each other, our heads buzzing from perhaps one too many
drinks.  I buried my head in her fragrant blonde hair, blowing softly on
her neck - a move I had successfully used in the past.  We were both so
aroused about the fact that nobody knew our true relation that we nearly
forgot it ourselves.  She leaned back and looked deep into my eyes, my gaze
confirming that I felt as strongly as she did.  As she turned her head I
boldly pressed my lips against hers, tasting a hint of cherry on her lips.
I was not entirely surprised when she opened her lips a bit, and her tongue
darted out to touch my mine.  We broke the kiss about as soon as it started
- locking our eyes together as she turned toward me and hugged her close
once more.
   Then after a few seconds that felt like hours, we ended our pause and
were making out like a couple of teenagers.  She jumped gracefully into my
strong arms and we battled our tongues to see who could display the
stronger desire.  We were hidden from the outside world by the surging
crowd but I could swear our passion caused a good number of couples around
us to start engaging in the same activity.
   After we were both out of breath and tired of pounding music, we broke
our kiss and I said with a witty smile, "what do you think about getting
out of here and going back to my place?"
   She showed me that beautiful smile of hers and grabbed my hand once
again, dragging me outside.  I held her in my arms as we waited for the
limo, and once inside we made sure the divider was up and she jumped in my
lap like there was no time to lose.
   Now that we had room to move about our kisses were practiced and still
overflowing with desire.  She thrust gently against me as I ran my hands up
and down her sides, then lightly resting them against the breasts I had so
dreamed of seeing.  I ran my fingers in circles around her nipples which
were protruding stiffly through her red dress.  She moaned into my mouth
and continued grinding herself against me as she straddled my lap.  Not
wanting her to do all the work, I gently laid her tiny frame down on the
seat and hovered over her.
   I teased her, putting my lips just millimeters away from hers and as she
snapped up to try and lock hers to mine, I pulled away, concentrating on my
hands moving firmly from her legs all the way up to her face.  When they
reached their destination, I grasped her neck and finally locked lips once
again, this time lightly pressing my leg between her thighs.  She moaned
enthusiastically, barely able to maintain the kiss as I pressed hard and
then eased over and over.  My fingers moved just below the fabric next to
her generous cleavage, wishing my hands were unhindered by the dress.  She
swelled back against my leg and I continued to massage her body and
breasts. Just as she took a deep breath in anticipation of impending
orgasm, there was a knock on our tinted window and we realized we had been
stopped for some time.  I looked down at Sara and collapsed, both of us
laughing at how our arousal had caused us to lose all track of time.
   "Not fair," Sara said, gasping and visibly pissed to be withheld what
would have been a fantastic orgasm.
   I pulled her up, also unhappy to be leaving the privacy and comfort of
the limousine's cabin.
   As we left vehicle, the driver said "Goodnight to you Miss Underwood,
and to you too sir," giving me a knowing look.
   Sara was none the wiser as she sauntered toward the door, still moping
about her suspended pleasure.  I thanked the lucky stars that my parents
were spending the weekend on a sailboat with friends and I would have the
house, and Sara, all to myself.
   When we finally got inside and I shut the door, Sara pushed my body
against it softly with her own.
   I looked at her and started in a concerned tone, "Sara..."
   But Sara put her finger over my lips and stopped me, saying, "I want
this, and I know you do too.  I am your older sister, I can make my own
decisions.  Yes, this is technically against the rules, but so is looking
at those pictures of me online little brother."
   I thought about it for a second, "You've made a few good points."
   "Now," she said, a little more demanding than I am used to, "I am going
to go upstairs, and if you know what's good for you, I suggest you grab us
something to drink, preferably without alcohol, and follow me up in five
minutes."
   With that, she turned and headed up the stairs without looking back.
   I was stunned, and more than a little turned on.  My sister had never
been so forward in her whole life, but I loved the new her.  I grabbed two
waters and stood at the counter in the kitchen, taking hold of reality and
reveling in how lucky I was.  I knew that when I walked up those stairs, I
would be spending the night with the most beautiful girl I'd probably ever
come across, let alone my sister and a Playboy Playmate unlike any other.
With that, I knew that there was no decision to make and my feet took me up
the stairs like they had a mind of their own.
   Taking a drink, I opened the door and for the second time that night, my
sister blew me away.  She had been under the covers, but as I opened the
door she sat up and proudly showed off her full form.  I literally spit out
the water I had just drank as I took her in; she giggled, flattered at the
reaction.  She was wearing a slightly transparent magenta lace bra, which
pushed up her ample breasts ever so slightly.  Her bottoms were a simple
but sexy black cotton that I couldn't wait to rip off.
   She motioned to me and said "Come here;"
   I walked to the edge of the bed.  She crawled on all fours at me like a
jungle cat, and equally as graceful.  As she came eye to eye with me she
took one of the bottles from my hand, opening it and taking a quick drink.
She capped it and dropped it nonchalantly to the side, the glistening water
still on her lips.  She then gave me a slow and sultry kiss, once again
holding my head in her hands; I could taste the cool water on her lips.
   I placed a knee on the bed and pulled her close to me, once again
beginning to slide our tongues against the other.  I tried to go as slowly
as possible as I laid her down and continued to kiss her deeply, but how
could you blame me, with all the skin to explore my hands moved on their
own.  Up and down they travelled, not wanting to leave an inch of her body
unexplored.  I kissed her neck as I massaged all over her, and she once
again began to pant into my ear, quickly nibbling at it.  I couldn't
believe how exciting it was to feel her move strongly against me, arching
her back and thrusting her hips out to meet mine.  My hands cupped her
round cheeks and gave them a squeeze; I could feel her smile as we kissed.
   My hands finally finished their journey, and one of them moved to the
clasp in her bra.  I had never been too good at removing a bra, but
tonight, I was so hot with luck that I did it in one fluid motion.  The
fabric loosened, and I slowly walked my fingers along the patterned lace.
She loved how much attention I was paying to each part of her; she had
thought hard about what to wear for me.  I pulled back from her face and
looked into her eyes before I knew I'd finally have her naked body before
me.  The soft glow of the lamp nearby upon her made her all the more
beautiful.
   "Andrew...I..." she started, but this time it was my turn to quiet her,
with a kiss.
   She was about to tell me how much she wanted me, how happy I made her,
but I already knew, and she let out a breath in relief as I acknowledged it
with my kiss.
   I ran my hand up one of her arms and placed it above her head, and doing
the same with the other I joined them, restraining her harmlessly.  With my
free hand I gingerly moved her bra up her arms and covered her with my
body, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side.  She nipped at
my lip and caught me off guard, freeing her hands and allowing her to reach
for my shirt and nimbly unbutton it faster than I could have myself.  She
pushed it down my shoulders and off and I kissed her once again, our
partial nakedness adding fervor to our efforts.
   I finally wrapped my hands over her breasts, one at a time, playing with
it slowly and beginning to breathe heavily myself in arousal.  I thumbed
her nipples and found that she was extremely sensitive there, because her
moans became more frequent into my mouth and neck.  We both moved our hips
against each other in unison, mimicking the action we both so desired to
get to, but I wanted anything but to rush things.  She on the other hand,
had already begun removing my belt and unbuttoning my pants, and in no
time, she was wrapping her legs around my pelvis and impressively removing
my pants mostly with her feet.
   I could feel her pussy wet against my thigh, and our new proximity
caused me to resume the pressure that had been so effective in the limo.  I
once again had her humping at my leg, becoming wetter with each push.  I
replaced my thigh with two of my fingers, rubbing softly but surely against
her lips and clit.  She squealed in pleasure and dug her nails lightly into
my back.  She was so close to orgasm she could barely stand it, and as I
drank her in I couldn't fathom that a girl could be any sexier.  My older
sister was beneath me, begging for my touch, both of us wanting each other
more than we had ever wanted someone before.
   As I continued my ministrations, I slipped my fingers beneath the cotton
of her panties, finding her mound baby smooth and slick with her desire. 
Being the consummate teaser that I am, I continued to keep her at the peak
of her pleasure without pushing her over.  She was frustrated, and she
began to grab at my cock through my boxer shorts.  She moved her dexterous
fingers over it, allowing me to savor the feeling and the cotton between
them.  Then, just as I had done, she moved her hands underneath my boxers
and grabbed me firmly, shuddering occasionally from my own onslaught of her
smooth quim.  She brushed her fingers up and down over my shaft, lightly
touching the tip and rubbing the pre-cum over it.
   "Please...please....oh...Andrew," she begged into my ear as I continued
to rub against her clit and eased one finger, and then two, slowly into her
wet pussy.
   In and out I moved them gently, feeling how tight she was, but only
enough to keep her bucking her hips at my touch and begging for release.
   She once more grasped my cock, not even able to wrap her small hand
around it and pushed her other hand against my chest.
   "I want you, no...  I need you...inside me," she pleaded.
   Now I may have been teasing her, but the entire time I could do little
more than think about how fantastic if was going to feel to finally be
inside my gorgeous playmate sister.  I kissed down her neck, not failing to
stop at each of her breasts and lick tenderly at each hard nipple, hearing
her moan in return.  As I continued I kissed at her tight abs, belly-button
and then looked up at her, smiling as I pulled her panties down the first
few inches with my teeth.  She managed a smile through her sighs of passion
and I finished taking off her cute little black bottoms the rest of the way
with my hands.  Me standing at the foot of the bed, she reached out with
her toe and grabbed the elastic band of my shorts, pushing it down, showing
me what she wanted.  I took them off in one fluid motion and when I looked
up she was using both hands to make a 'come hither' motion at me.
   As I slid up her body, feeling our skin rub lightly against each other,
I knew this was it.  We stared lustfully and longingly into each other's
eyes and I could feel my fully enlarged shaft pressing directly between her
soaked folds.  We kissed once more, a kiss so deep and meaningful that only
a brother and a sister could share, and I gazed upon her stunning features.
   "Are you sure this is what you want?  I know I do, but I want you to be
sure," I said, and I meant it.
   She pulled me close and, still panting, spoke a breathy "Yes...fuck
me...please."
   She reached between us and gently pointed me directly towards her,
placing the tip right at her entrance.  With one hand, she pulled at my
back, encouraging me to move inside of her.  I did as instructed, but as if
in one last effort to tease, I pushed only a bit of my tip inside of her
before pulling it back out.  The feeling alone was unbearably good, and I
had hardly entered her yet.
   This time she demandingly breathed, " Andrew," strongly, "Fuck me."
   With that, I began to press into her.  We both gasped into each other's
necks as I slid in, inch by inch.  I stopped briefly for her to adjust to
my sizable cock, and pulled out a bit, causing us both to hold our breath
at the feeling.  Finally I made one final thrust, and our hips touched
together as we joined in a passionate kiss.  We were both smiling from ear
to ear at the sheer bliss we were experiencing.  She pawed at me, fidgeting
at the intense pleasure I was giving her.
   I could have stayed locked together like that forever, but we both
began, slowly at first, to rock against each other.  We stayed pressed
together as my cock slid further and further, in and out of her impossibly
tight tunnel.  I began to lose focus on the kisses we had been sharing and
was unable to do anything but grasp at her hips with one hand and support
myself with the other.  Her moans came almost every other breath now, a
sound so soft and sweet I wished they would never stop.
   "Oh...oh...Andrew...Andrew," she gasped into my ear.
   "Sara...Sara...you feel...so....fucking....good," I whispered back.
   We were moving as one, two bodies locked in a passion for each other so
strong nothing could not stop us.  She then wrapped her legs around me,
grabbing at me with her heels and pulling me deeper.  I continued to thrust
in and out, and she pushed in perfect time back toward me, grinding her
clit against me every chance she could.  We pushed hard enough each time
that I could see her breasts, possibly my favorite feature, bouncing a bit
at each stroke, still sizable even as she lay on her back.  She began to
squeal just a bit now with each breath, a pitch that just barely came
through with each breathy moan.  Finally, the orgasm I had deprived her of
for so long came and she tensed up, grabbing me with impressive strength as
I kept moving in and out of her, her pussy pummeling my cock with its
contractions as she came for what seemed like minutes.  She continued to
moisten and I continued to thrust, not allowing or wanting her to come down
from her climax.  I couldn't believe it, I still had time to go, and though
I could probably have made myself climax at any second, my body seemed
determined to let me continue my enjoyment of the amazing playmate, my
sister, before me.
   She finally began to come down from her orgasm, and pulled me tight
against her.
   "Don't move..  I can't handle it...  I need a moment," she managed to
say.
   I observed her in her post-orgasmic glow and once again had time to
marvel at my luck.
   "Tell me when," I challenged her.
   A few slow, controlled breaths and, as if encouraged by my dare she said
with all the strength she could muster "when."
   With that, she flipped on top of me as she had done so many times
before, without removing herself from our incestuous connection.  I could
tell that she was still sensitive from her first orgasm but after a few
seconds she began to move her toned core in the most seductive motion.  She
flexed and relaxed her abs, working me in and out of her soaked pussy like
a piston around a camshaft.  She smiled as she saw my eyes roll back,
astounded at her ability.  I firmly grasped her body, feeling it move and
moving with it, my hands free to do whatever they pleased.  I took her
breasts in my hands, cupping them and feeling their weight and wonderful
softness.  She leaned into me, still moving her hips so smoothly up and
down on my cock.  I thrust up meet her downward movements, us now face to
face and joining again in a lustful kiss.  I felt myself closer to orgasm
but fought it away, I couldn't give in just yet.  Sara on the other hand
was not quite close, I could see her face change just a bit with each up
and down thrust, and you should have seen it as I moved my thumb to her
clit.  As I rubbed at her little button she smiled again against my mouth
and moaned my name:
   "Andrew...fuck....Andrew....oh God."
   Encouraged, I scooped her up, moving to the edge of the bed still inside
her and could feel us both pulsing now that the thrusts had momentarily
stopped.  I looked around for something to set her on and found the that
padded bay window across from my bed to be the perfect place.  I stood up,
but always wanting to try it, and her light body the perfect size, we began
to fuck standing up.  I grasped her ass tightly in my hands and she wrapped
her legs around me.  We adjusted to the position and for a minute or two
were once again lost in our passion as I fucked her, the sexy little minx
that she was, as well as I could.  Holding her weight distracted me from my
own not-so-far-off orgasm and I plunged into her again and again, seeing
that she was enjoying it too.  The feeling was like no other, having her
wrapped securely around me, suspended in the air and still enjoying the
heat of her sex sliding up and down my shaft.  I savored it, her breasts
pushing against my chest so I could feel her teasing nipples and each
breath.
   "Fuck...fuck...fuck me...Andrew...  fuck your sister...  Fuck you're
big...shit...shit...Ohmygod."
   I was so turned on by the dirty mouth she got as I fucked her, she never
spoken like that before, and I began to pound her harder.  Her moans got
louder in approval as I pounded at her and her little hole nearly dripped
in enjoyment.
   Finally I moved with her still impaled on my cock over to the window,
set her down, and looked her right in the eyes as I pulled out just past
the tip and then began to thrust back into her slowly.  Our looks both
shouted that we loved and wanted each other so badly.  My cock fit
perfectly inside my sister's tight little pussy.  I knew my orgasm was
coming, and I could tell by the look in her eyes that hers was too.  She
looked back at me, pleading with me to keep going, and we both watched
between us as my cock disappeared inside her again and again.  The pleasure
was agonizing and we never wanted it to end.
   Each stroke brought us closer to our impending climaxes and I looked
over her body one final time.  She was just barely glistening with sweat
and her face was flushed.  Her chest, and firm breasts with it was heaving
with each moan.  She once again pulled me into her with her legs, and used
one hand to bring my face to hers.  I brushed the hair from her face and
grasped her hips with my other hand.  We were oblivious to anything else
now but the sensation of her wet tunnel grasping at my cock.  We alternated
between quick, fulfilling strokes to slow and pleasurable ones where we
held our breath for an entire thrust.
   We ground against each other, feeling our bodies pressed together and
our tongues dancing drunk with lust, and we were both seconds away from
release.  For a few strokes we looked deep into each other's eyes, wanting
to see the other pushed over the edge.  I pulled out one final time and
Sara's teary eyes begged for that one final advance.  As I thrust into her,
she screamed aloud, and I nearly blacked out as I began releasing inside of
her.  Her walls contracted around me, flowing with fluids and I pumped my
seed again and again into her, trying to thrust in deeper as I did.  She
was clutching at any part of me she could with her hands, unable to breathe
until her orgasm began to fade.  Her legs held me inside of her, and I
could think of absolutely nothing as a wave of such intensity washed over
me that I went temporarily blind.  Sara quivered again and again as her own
orgasm rendered her limp in my arms.  Her pussy squeezed the last bit out
of me and we both held each other, speechless for who knows how long.
   I began to pull myself from her and the tenderness of our lovemaking
made it almost impossible to move without both of us trembling at the
feeling.  As I finally moved completely out of her, we both felt an intense
emptiness, which I remedied by quickly laying her down in the window and
sliding in behind her.  I held her tight as we spooned on the cushions,
every sense heightened, and our desires for each other stronger than ever.
   We lay like that for a long time, just feeling each other breathe, still
unable to form words or thoughts at what had just transpired.  All I knew
was that I had just had the experience of a lifetime, and I wanted it to
last as long as it possibly could.  As if reading my mind, Sara finally
managed,
   "I can't believe what you just did to me, that was...." I was hanging on
her every word, "fucking incredible," she finished.
   We both smiled at her phrasing, and I knew she felt the same as me.
   "I love you so much Sara, and that was the best thing that will ever
happen to me," I said back, knowing that words really couldn't describe
fully how I felt.
   Sara turned to me with a look on her face I didn't understand, "best
thing that will ever happen to you, Andrew?" she questioned.  "What about
next time?"
   ...to be continued
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