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A Family Love Fantasy by Day Dreamer

My sister Cathy is a only a year younger than I and is a
year behind me in school. Because we are so near the same
age, we have always been very close to each other, con-
fiding our secrets and presenting a united front in our
relations with other people. I've always been the protec-
tive big brother, and she has been the supportive, adoring
little sister. We respect each other's ideas and thoughts
and depend on each other for advice and support.

This has been particularly true with respect to my
dating. Because Cathy is either a friend or a classmate of
almost every girl I date, she is able to give me advice and
fill me in on almost all of them. Since Cathy and I don't
have secrets from each other, she knows me well enough to
guess that my primary interest is in what a girl has between
her legs rather than between her ears. Much of her advice
and wisdom is thus about how far girls will go. I am often
surprised by the extent of Cathy's knowledge, especially
since she very seldom dates and is by her own admittance
still a virgin.

Cathy warned me that the girl I had lined up for a
Friday date was strictly a prick tease--that she had a
reputation for letting a boy feel everything she had but not
giving a thing in return, not even a hand-job. She was a
real fox, though, and I was egotistical enough to believe I
could succeed where others had failed.

Cathy was right about the girl. After I had taken her
out to the lake and parked, in hardly any time I had her bra
off and my lips on her nipples. She moaned and writhed in
pleasure from my stimulation of her big white boobs. Before
long I had my hand under her skirt and between her legs,
fingers under her panties and running up and down her slit.
She was all wet between her legs so I knew she was
responding to my finger work. I tried to pull her panties
down, but she resisted, shaking her head and saying she
didn't go that far.

By this time I was in bad shape--hard-on throbbing and
balls aching to release their pent-up load. I took the
girl's hand and put in on top of my throbbing cock. She
just left her hand there, totally inert, and didn't do a
thing with it. I told her I was hurting real bad and asked
her to give me hand-job to relieve my ache. She shook her
head again and told me she just couldn't touch my "nasty old
thing."
Well, I was more than just a little disappointed--I was
thoroughly pissed off. My cock and balls were aching and
needed relief badly, and she wouldn't help me at all. I
just started up the car and headed for the girl's house.
All I wanted to do was get her to her house and me back to
my house so I could give myself a nice slow hand-job and get
rid of the ache between my legs. She quickly rearranged her
clothes back to where they should be and seemed relieved
that her ordeal was over. What a tease, I thought. I
decided that from then on I'd listen when Cathy tells me a
girl is just a tease.

When I walked into my house, Cathy was still up. Our
parents had already gone to bed, but she was sitting up
watching TV. She gotten herself ready for bed and was
wearing a pair of baby-doll pajamas. When I looked at her
dressed like that, I realized that Cathy was growing up to
be a beautiful girl.

She was blossoming into womanhood and filled out the top
of her pajamas very nicely. Her legs were especially nice,
thin and muscular from her work in school athletics. She
got up and came over to me when I entered, and whispering so
that she wouldn't wake our parents, she asked how things
went on the date. I'm sure she could tell from the look on
my face that it had been a complete washout, but because she
always took an interest in me, she asked anyway. I grinned,
a rueful grin, but nonetheless a grin, and told her about my
evening of sexual frustration.

Cathy hugged me in sympathy and I held her close.
Whether it was because I was so horny and she looked so nice
to me or what, but I held her closer than a brother usually
holds a sister. From being so up-close and personal, she
had no difficulty learning that I still had a raging hard-on
from my unrelieved ache. "Poor Baby," Cathy said sympath-
etically, "is that what a tease does to a boy?"

"Yeah," I responded. "It's causing me a bad case of
stone-ache."

"What's stone-ache?" Cathy asked.

"It means my balls ache from getting all hot and
bothered," I explained.

"What does it take to get relief?" Cathy asked.

"Well, getting off is the only way to get relief. Since
I didn't get laid, I guess I'll have to resort to a
hand-job."

Cathy's eyes got wide and she said, "You mean
masturbate?
Get off by doing it to yourself?"

"Yeah," I said, laughing quietly, "I guess that's what I
mean. Since I couldn't get a girl to give me a hand-job,
I'll just have to do it myself."

"Does it feel better if a girl does it?" Cathy asked.

"Oh, yes! But she didn't come through, so I'm out of
luck this evening."

Cathy said so low that I had to strain to hear her, "I
know a girl who will do it for you this evening if you'll
show her how."

"You do?" I said, surprised. "Who?"

Cathy put her lips to my ear and whispered, "Me."

I pushed her out to arms' length and whispered, "You'd
give me a hand-job, Cathy? You really would?"

Cathy smiled shyly and told me that she felt sorry for
me since I seemed to be suffering and wanted to try to help
me. She said that was the "least thing she could do for her
sweet big brother."

We turned off the TV and all the lights and went to my
room. Even though there weren't any lights on, there was
sufficient light from a street light to be able to see
fairly clearly. I sat on my bed and took off all my clothes
except for my Jockey shorts. They did little to hide my
protruding, rock-hard cock as it made a tent out in front.
As I slowly pushed my shorts down, Cathy came over and sat
down next to me on the bed. I could see her eyes go big as
my rigid tool came into view. She gasped a little, and
said, "God, I had no idea you were so big. This is the
first hard penis I've ever seen, and I didn't know they got
so big. I've never touched one before, either, so you'll
have to tell me what I'm supposed to do."

I took Cathy's hand and showed her how to wrap it
around my cock and stroke up and down. She started a gentle
up and down movement, and I pushed my hips up to meet each
one of her strokes. The whole head of my cock was covered
in pre-cum and it glistened in the light coming through the
window.
Her hand moved up into the juice with each stroke and
soon my entire cock was coated in my slick male lubrication.
"You're getting all wet," Cathy whispered.

"Boys get wet when they're horny," I said.

"Then you must really be horny," Cathy said, smiling,
and increasing the length of her strokes.

"Oh, yeah!" I said. "Am I ever. That's really
beginning to feel good." It was feeling so good, in fact,
that I was on the verge of coming. Not just an ordinary
come, but a really hard come. Cathy's hand-job was the best
one I had ever had. She might not have known how, but she
had learned in a hurry. I also suspected that having my own
fox of a little sister give me the hand-job made it much
better than it had ever been before. I had just decided
that my sister was better looking than any of the girls I
had been dating, and having her hand working on my cock,
having her sit there in her revealing baby-doll pajamas,
made it a special hand-job.

My stomach muscles tightened, my buttocks clenched, and
I thrust my cock up into Cathy's hand. A large spurt of hot
sperm shot out and into the air. It landed on my stomach as
another spurt went skyward. Soon I was splattered all over
my front and Cathy's hand was drenched from the outpouring
of the best orgasm I had ever experienced. I slowly
released my breath from having held it throughout my entire
explosion. I sighed and my muscles slowly relaxed. "God,
Cathy," I whispered, "that was so good."

"I can't believe what a mess we've made," Cathy said,
laughing quietly. "I'll get a towel and clean this up."
Cathy cleaned both she and I and the bed, mopping up globs
of come from all over.

While she was still sitting by me on the bed, I said,
"Thank you. I don't know how I can repay for this. I
really appreciate it. My stone-ache's all gone, and I can
relax and go to sleep now."

"Just knowing you liked it is thanks enough," Cathy
whispered. "Besides, it was fun for me, too. I'll be glad
to give you a helping hand any time you need it," she said,
smiling at her own pun.

The following Friday night I got home from my date
around 11:00 pm and found Cathy waiting up for me. She was
dressed in pajamas that were more revealing than the
previous week. The tops were semi-transparent, and I could
see the shadows of her nipples through them. The bottoms
weren't transparent, but they were so sheer that the bulge
of her pubic hair showed very clearly. I had bombed out
again on my date and was extremely horny, and seeing her
dressed like that only made it worst. I wondered if she
would remember her promise from last week and offer to give
me another hand-job.

Cathy came up to me and gave me a welcome-home hug. I
pushed my hard-on at her so that it was impossible for her
to miss it. She dropped her hand to my bulge and gently
squeezed. "It looks like brother needs a helping hand
again," she said.

"Oh, God, do I ever!" I whispered. She took my hand
and led me up to my room. There, in the just the light from
the street, she stripped me and started working on my cock,
giving me a glorious hand-job. I opened my eyes and looked
down. I saw her hand working on my cock, and then I saw her
other hand. It was buried between her own legs, working
away in the recesses hidden there. I stopped her hand on my
cock and whispered, "Oh, Cathy, I'm so sorry. All I seem to
be thinking about is myself. I forgot that you probably get
horny, too. Does playing with my cock make you horny?"

"Yes!" Cathy said emphatically. "I had to come off
twice last Friday night after I was with you. Just seeing
your hard cock and seeing you shoot off made me so horny I
couldn't go to sleep without getting off myself." She gave
me a little grin and said, "I guess girls get their own type
of stone-ache, too."

"Well, fair's fair. If you get me off, then I'll get
you off. How does that sound?" I asked.

"Okay, but why don't we do each other at the same
time?"

"Yeah, that's an even better idea," I said. I pushed
her down on the bed and then laid down next to her, so that
we were lying on our sides facing each other. I took her
top leg and put it on top of my hip, causing her crotch to
spread wide open and available to my hand. I put my hand
down the top of her pajama bottoms and delved down until I
reached the lips of her womanhood. I ran my finger down
into the channel, sliding it over the swollen nub of her
clitoris. She jerked herself against my hand as I did so,
and moaned in pleasure. I dove my fingers down into the hot
runnel of her crease, collected a pool of her slick, juicy
cream, and brought it up to her pleasure button. Concen-
trating on that, I worked my hand gently and persistently,
determined to give Cathy as good if not better pleasure than
she was giving me.

Cathy resumed her ministrations to my cock,
masturbating me with gentle up-and-down strokes. We were
looking right into each others eyes as we pleasured each
other. We worked in silence, except for moans and an
occasional "Oh, yes. Oh, so good." Our orgasms were
approaching fast as we both worked harder and faster at each
others sexes. "Oh, I'm almost there," Cathy moaned. "Kiss
me while I come. I want to be kissed and come at the same
time."

Our lips merged together and tongues intertwined. Our
mouths were moving on each other as frantically as our hands
were moving below. We peaked at the same instant, spasms
racking each of us, and gasped and panted into each others
mouths. I could feel her hips tighten down on my hand and
her labial lips move in little convulsions. My come erupted
from my cock, spraying all over Cathy's front, drenching her
pajamas from waist to crotch, and sending streaks of sticky
sperm down her thighs. After we came down from our orgasms,
Cathy got a towel and tried to clean up our mess. Streaks
of come were all over my bed and her pajamas. She cleaned
up some, but the rest of it would have to dry. "I've got to
do something about this next time. I'll have to have
something to catch your come in," Cathy smiled and whispered
to me.

"Thank you, Cathy," I told her as she was ready to go to
her room.

"No, thank you, this time. It was really good for me
this time. You're right, it is better when someone else's
hand does it. 'night, Jimmy."

The following Friday came around, and once more I had a
date and Cathy didn't. I didn't even try to make out on the
date, just took the girl to a movie, a hamburger and malt,
and then home. I figured that what Cathy and I would do
later would be far better than anything that might happen
with my date. I was blazing horny, but wanted to wait,
recognizing that Cathy was prettier, had a better body, and
was far sexier than any of her friends that I might date.
Besides, I had the feeling that Cathy had been steering me
toward the girls who would turn me down, insuring that I
would bring my hard-on home to her rather than get off with
my date.

I suspect I was right, because when I walked in the
door, Cathy just started walking to my room and waved for me
to follow. As soon as we had the door closed, Cathy was all
over me, stripping me, rubbing her hands over my chest, and
stroking my throbbing, jutting cock. She pushed me on the
bed, so that I was on my back, my cock standing up like a
drunken flagpole waving around in circles. Until now, Cathy
had kept her pajamas on and I was the only one naked. I
hadn't pressed her, even though I longed to see her sexy
little body without clothes, thinking she'd take whatever
lead she felt comfortable with.

Apparently, now was her lead time. With her back turned
toward me, she pulled her pajama tops over her head and let
them fall to the floor. Then she lowered her little baby-
doll pajama panties, and the cute little round globes of her
ass were there in front of me, fully in sight. Slowly, she
turned around, showing me all her delightful woman's
treasures -- pert little strawberry tipped breasts, the
dimple of her navel, the fluffy hair of her pubis, and the
slit that came up from her hidden recesses to divide the
hairy bush into equal parts. I had never gotten any of my
dates naked before and Cathy knew it. She knew she was
giving me a treat I had not heretofore enjoyed. She was
telling me loud and clear that no matter what I came across
on my dates, what she had was far better. My throbbing,
dripping cock agreed with her completely.

Cathy crawled up on the bed with me, only instead of
face to face, she put her head so that it was in line with
my cock and my head in line with her pussy. She reached out
and touched my cock lightly with her fingers, stroking the
pre-cum down over its sides. She whispered, "You remember
that last time I said I was going to have to figure a place
to catch your come? Well, I have. Right here."

With those words, Cathy plunged my cock into her mouth.
My God, Cathy's going to give me a blow job! I thought. The
heat of her mouth was so voluptuous, the action of her
tongue on my glans so stimulating, I thought I would come at
that very instant. To avoid immediate orgasm, I shifted my
thoughts away from my pleasure and concentrated on hers. It
was obvious what it would be. Not six inches in front of my
mouth, Cathy's wet, glistening pussy awaited. If she could
give oral pleasures, then I could more than return the
favor. I took her leg and lifted it, moving my face into
the cavity between her thighs. She was practically flowing
in girl juices, and her female pheromones wafting across
into my nostrils just made me that much more aroused.
Opening my mouth wide, I moved my tongue all over her
vulva--over the clitoris, up and down the lips, down to the
rosebud of her secret little anal opening.

Cathy jerked her hips and hunched them against my mouth.
So far as I knew, this was the first time she had experi-
enced oral sex and I wanted to make it especially good for
her, to make her pleasure even more exciting. Her mouth
action on my cock became faster and she gulped down my cock
all the way to the base, sucking briefly, and then back out.
I knew I couldn't hold on much longer, and if her action on
my cock were an indicator, Cathy, too, was on the edge of
her orgasm. My ass clenched and then jerked. My stomach
muscles tightened and then jerked. A huge jet of sperm shot
out of my cock and into Cathy's mouth. She gulped and
swallowed the entire amount. Shot after shot spurted out,
and after that first one, Cathy was no longer able to
swallow fast enough--come was leaking out of her lips and
dripping down onto the sheets and her boobs.

My orgasm appeared to trigger hers, and she seemed to
lose sight of her goal of finding a place for my sperm.
Spasms shook her pelvis and she clamped her thighs down
tight on my head. I continued to work my mouth on her pussy
and clitoris, sending wave after wave of orgasmic energy
through her. Although she didn't bite my cock, she squeezed
down on with her mouth and sucked like there was no
tomorrow. Her gasps kept her from sucking too long, though,
and when she opened her mouth to gasp and pant around my
cock, come poured out in a steady stream, drenching the both
of us.

Gradually, we both came down from our mutual orgasms.
My cock softened and fell out of her mouth. I still worked
my tongue gently over her clitoris and little tremors went
over her abdomen with each lick. Soon she lifted her leg
and rolled over to lay on her back. For several minutes, we
both just lay there, too used up to even move. Eventually
our breathing slowed to normal, and Cathy sat up and looked
down at the scene of our mutual oral pleasurings. "Well, so
much for that plan. Just look at the mess we left this
time. I'll have to get busy and get this cleaned up."
After a while, she succeeded. Before she put her pajamas
back on and went to her room, Cathy whispered, "Maybe that
way didn't work, but I sure did like it. Didn't you?"

"Oh God, Yes! That's the best it's ever been for me.
Next time we'll just spread a towel under us and not worry
about the mess. Okay?"

"Yeah," she said smiling. She walked over to me and
kissed me lightly on the lips before going back to her room.
"Good night, Jimmy. And thanks."

"My pleasure," I whispered back, in one of the greatest
understatements of my life.

Part 2

A Family Love Fantasy by Day Dreamer

The following Friday, Cathy had a date and I didn't. It
seemed that every girl I asked had some excuse. I suspected
that Cathy had a hand in it, but I had no way of proving it.
If she did, then she must have had a reason for it--there
must have been some method to her madness. Just in case
that was the situation, I talked with the boy Cathy was
dating and warned him that if he so much as touched Cathy's
nipples, much less anything worse, I would wipe up the floor
with him. If I had to stay home, I wanted Cathy to come
home to me the same way she left--horny.

Sure enough, about 10:30 pm, Cathy's date brought her
home. Since I had threatened mayhem, I guess he thought
discretion was the better part and brought her home early,
before I could consider that any hanky-panky had occurred.
When she came in the door, I could feel the thunder-clouds
in the air.

"Jimmy, you dirty rat," Cathy whispered to me, in her
best Angie Dickinson voice, "what kind of warnings did you
give my date?"

"Who? Me?" I replied, innocence spread completely over
my face.

"You know perfectly well who," she said.

"Well, what did you tell all the girls I might ask for a
date tonight?" I counterattacked.

Cathy giggled and said, "I wanted to be sure you'd be
home tonight when I got home, just in case, for a change, I
needed a helping hand instead of you. You made very sure
that I would need lots of help, didn't you?" I smiled my
answer, the truth being evident. Cathy returned my smiled
and said, "I guess we're both dirty rats, aren't we?"

"Yeah, we're really something, aren't we?"

Cathy came right up to me and wrapped both arms around
my neck. "I give you a welcome-home hug after your dates.
I guess I'll have to give you one after my dates, too." She
pressed herself to me, and I could feel both her breasts rub
against my chest. Her pelvis pushed hard against mine, and
I immediately reacted with a hard-on.

I responded by saying, "How about a welcome-home kiss,
instead?" Cathy turned her face up to mine and we locked
into about the most passionate kiss I'd ever experienced.

I broke the kiss and whispered, "Do you need a helping
hand?"

By way of an answer, Cathy took my hand and led me to
her room. We closed the door behind us and locked it.
Cathy then turned to me and said, "I have in mind getting
more than a helping hand from you tonight." Dropping her
hand down to my hard-on, she squeezed it and said, "I want
to get a helping cock, tonight." She took my hand, put it
on her crotch, and said, "Right here is where I need your
cock. I had planned to get laid tonight, but your
arrangements got in the way of that. Since you kept my date
from laying me tonight, it looks like you're going to have
to be the one to do it."

"But you're a virgin," I said.

"I was planning not to be one after tonight."

"God, Cathy, you mean you want me to take your cherry?"

"That's exactly what I mean," Cathy said. "We've
already done everything else together, let's go ahead and
finish the job. Jimmy, I'm so hot. Our playing around with
each other has made me want to fuck so bad. Right now, I
need to have a cock buried deep in my puss, and I can't
think of one I would rather have than yours. How 'bout it?
Will you do this for me?"

"Oh, yes, Cathy, yes! You've turned into such a fox
that every time we've played with each other I've had
visions of fucking you. I've wanted to fuck you in the
worst sort of way, but didn't want to move on you because
you're my sister."

"Well, being brother and sister hasn't kept us from
enjoying ourselves thus far, and I don't see any reason for
it to stop us now. It's not like I might get pregnant."
Cathy produced a condom from her purse, and said, "This
takes the risk out of it." She dimpled up and gave me an
impish grin. "Besides, this should finally give us a place
to collect all your sperm and not make a big mess to clean
up."

"I don't know," I said. "Just thinking about finally
making it with you has made me so hot I feel like I'll come
a whole gallon."

Cathy kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "Let's
quit thinking about it and start doing it."

We were out of our clothes and naked in only about a
minute. Fully nude, we embraced. My cock nestled between
her legs, and she spread her legs apart so that it would rub
between her pussy lips. She really was hot--she was soaking
wet and her juices covered my cock with their slipperiness.
Our mouths locked together, and we kissed sensually,
passionately, and long. Our tongues and lips worked at each
other similarly to the action that was going on below where
we were both working our hips back and forth and around and
around. Our hearts were beating faster and both of us were
breathing in almost gasps. "Oh, Jimmy, that's so good! Why
haven't we done this before? Why have we put this off?"

"I don't know," I gasped, "but I'm glad we're not going
to put it off any longer."

"Yeah, me too," Cathy hoarsely said. "In fact, I can't
put it off one second longer. If you don't screw me right
now I'm going to die. Jimmy, do it right now! Fuck me
right now!"

Cathy let go of me and backed up to her bed. When her
legs hit the mattress, she laid down on her back, her legs
spread apart. I could see where our juices had mingled all
along the gaping vulva lips, glistening and running in a
flow down into the crack of her ass. Cathy's body presented
to me there, so inviting, so beautiful, was better than
anything I had ever encountered on a date. I had been right
in holding back and saving myself for her. She was indeed
better than any of the other girls.

I opened up the rubber and rolled it down on my cock.
Cathy watched the process and said, "Ummm, that looks so
good.

C'mon, big brother, bring that cock over here to your
little sister--she needs it so bad."

I moved in between Cathy's widely-spread legs and looked
down at the beautiful vision she presented. I recognized
that even if she was a female I was lusting after, she was
far more than that. She was my little sister, the little
sister I loved, the little sister who had so willingly given
me a helping hand. I knew that fucking her would be good
for me--and I wanted the experience to be even better for
her. From that point on, I wanted her to compare this fuck
with all the others she would get and think that her best
one ever was with me, her loving big brother.

I dropped my hands down to her breasts and stroked the
nipples and made little circles around them. Slowly I traced
my hand down her front, around her navel, and into her pubic
forest. Her whole crotch was wet, soaking from the flow of
her pussy juice. The split was gaping open, and the rising
head of her clitoris showed itself. Below this was her
woman's holy-of-holies, the opening to her secret, hidden
tunnel of sexual delight. I slowly pushed one finger into
her hole. Then two. I worked my hand around, twisting my
fingers as they reamed Cathy's pussy. She was working her
hips up and down against my hand, pretending it was already
my cock buried in her. I delved deeper with my fingers and
met an obstruction. I recognized it as her maidenhead and
hoped it wouldn't hurt her much when it went.

Almost as if she could read my mind, Cathy said, "That's
my maidenhead you're bumping against. I've tested it a
little and it seems to move real easily. I don't expect
it'll even bother me." She was finding these words hard to
say because she was beginning to breathe faster and pant
now. At the same time, her hips were beginning to move more
insistently, seeking something more than fingers to
penetrate between them. She reached up and fondled my cock
and balls, and then took the head and put it at the wet, hot
opening of her hole.

"Do me! Do me, now! Now! Before I come!" she muttered
hoarsely.

I took Cathy's hands and pulled her up on the bed,
instead of hanging off it like she was. Now she was
completely stretched out, her nude beauty laid out before
me. I knelt on the bed between her legs and took a thigh in
each hand, spreading them apart. Cathy lifted her knees,
giving me better access to her nether region. I grabbed a
pillow and put under her ass, and now her pussy was right in
front of my cock--all I had to do was simply push forward.
But that wasn't what I wanted. This was my little sister,
and I wanted it to be the best possible for her. Gently,
lovingly, slowly, lingeringly, lastingly--I wanted it to be
good, to be gentle, to be loving, to be remembered by Cathy
forever.

Still on my knees, I lodged the head of my cock into
Cathy's steamy hole, putting it in just a inch. She was
showing no discomfort thus far from penetration. Very
slowly and deliberately, I pushed in another inch and then
pulled almost all the way out. I wanted to build up
lubrication and gradually open her up, not just plow in and
hurt her. She said, "Nooo," as I pulled out, wanting to
maintain the merging of our bodies. I quickly pushed back
in and delved an inch deeper than before. Still no
obstruction, no pain showing on Cathy's face. "Ummm, yes,"
she moaned, relieved to be once more filled.

I worked my cock in and out of her, just going in the
several inches thus far gained, and then back out. She
pushed back at me each time I thrust forward, eager to
rejoin our connection. I pushed in a little more, and there
it was, a constriction, a tightening of the tunnel, the
narrow neck presented by her maidenhead. I pushed my cock
gently against the obstruction and, just as she had
described it, it gave a little, just like it was made of
rubber. Still, though, she didn't show any sign of being in
pain. "Cathy, is it hurting any?" I asked.

"No, not really hurting. Just feels really full, all
stretched. Keep going, don't let up. Even if it does hurt
a little, it'll soon stop and I'll be able to enjoy it
then." To add emphasis, she pushed her hips hard at me,
humping up so that the head went completely into the tight
little ring. She frowned a little at the penetration, and
I stopped pushing, not wanted to hurt her if I could keep
from it.

"Damn it, Jimmy!" Cathy hissed, "I asked you to keep
going. Let me worry about hurting."

I drove my cock all the rest of the way in one final
plunge. The final three inches entered her tunnel and I
could feel the tight little ring around my cock loosen and
the restriction go away. Cathy closed her eyes and
whispered, "Now, hold still for just a minute. It hurt a
little when it broke, but now the pain is beginning to ease
up." She opened her eyes and looked up at with a timorous
smile. "Just stay there for a second and let your big old
cock soak in my pussy. You won't mind that, will you?"

I was filled with a vast feeling of tenderness for
Cathy. My sweet little sister, and now here she was under
me, my cock buried in her just-opened pussy. I lowered my
face to hers and kissed her very softly and tenderly. "Sis,
you are the most beautiful, sexiest girl in the world. You
are simply the greatest and the best."

She kissed me back, just as tenderly, and whispered,
"I'm glad you threatened my date tonight so that it worked
out this way. This feels so right." She moved her hips
under me in an up and down movement and with a wide grin
said, "And it feels so good, too. It's completely quit
hurting now. It just feels great. Now, do it to me, Jimmy.
Fuck me the way I need to be fucked."

I grabbed her ass and drew her hips up to meet mine and
thrust my stabbing cock into her hot slick hole. She shook
her hips and shimmied them in little vibratory movements. I
drew my cock all the way out and stabbed into her again,
plunging full length into her tight-fitting hole of delight.
The tempo of our fuck increased and its rhythm speeded up to
match pace. I was now entering her swiftly and easily,
without any resistance, her hole well lubricated with her
flowing juices. Her tunnel was like a silken glove, smooth,
slippery, pliant. She opened her eyes briefly, looking up
at me and said, "Yeah, Jimmy, that's the way. Oh, God, is
that the way."

Cathy lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist.
She was getting rapturously involved in the fuck, enjoying
every movement, every stroke, every bit of moisture flowing
from the center of our very sexes. The sheer voluptuous-
ness of Cathy's smooth inner-thigh leg skin against the bare
skin of my waist drove me to an even higher response of
passion. Her feet were locked around my ass and every now
and then one of them would brush lightly across my balls or
asshole and send ever greater waves of pleasure through me.

Every time my cock plunged into the depths of Cathy's
cunt, the friction set off sparks of pleasure. The more and
harder we thrust our organs against the other's, the more
the little sparks grew to become a thunderbolt, a dynamite
blast, of pleasure. Cathy groaned, and whispered, "Yes, do
it hard. It doesn't hurt any more and it feels best to do
it hard. Ram your cock all the way in. Fuck my ass off,
Jimmy."

I had never heard Cathy talk like that before. Pure
passion, I thought, the joy of fucking is loosening up her
tongue. She started clutching at me, wrapping her arms
around my neck, and then her body itself was pleading to be
fucked harder and faster. We were practically throwing our
pelvises at each other, grinding and thrusting, my cock
moving all the way in and then all the way out. The
friction of it was beyond belief. I had never had such a
fuck in my life. God, I thought, what a woman! My little
sister, what a fuck!

Our orgasms were coming on fast, hard and simultan-
eously. Cathy pulled my mouth down to hers and kissed me.
Yes, I remembered, she did like to be kissed when she came.
I thrust my tongue in her mouth, increasing our rapture.
Cathy's legs gripped my waist hard, tightening down as hard
as she could go. Her hips were almost a blur, she was
jerking them against me so hard and fast. She shuddered and
gasped, and then held herself against me hard, not moving.
The muscles in her pussy squeezed down hard on my cock, and
I could feel every spasm she experienced. I pulled out and
pushed in one more time, slowly. Just as I reached bottom,
the explosion came. Sperm shot out my cock, jet after jet,
shot after shot. It wasn't a gallon, no, but it was enough
to do a good job of filling the whole end of the condom.

Gradually, she relaxed her hold on me, unwrapping her
arms from my neck and letting her legs loosen up around my
waist. She broke the kiss and whispered, "God, Jimmy, I'm
just barely able to hold in a shout. That was beautiful.
That was sooo goooood. Why did we wait so long to do this?
Can we do it again? Right now?"

Laughing, I whispered, "Hold it. One question at a
time. I don't know why we waited, but I'm glad it finally
happened. Can we do it again? Just try to keep me away.
Can we do it again right now? No, but give me about thirty
minutes and I'll be all set to go again."

"Good," she whispered. "I'm glad we can sleep late in
the morning, because I bought a six-pack of condoms."

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