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Subject: NEW: My Big Sister (m/f, inc)
Date: 21 Jun 1995 22:08:11 -0400
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Okay, here's another story I just wrote 'cause I was bored... tell me what
you think. Comments, criticisms, suggestions, plots, etc. all welcome.

If you're under 18, don't read no further, dude.


===
My Big Sister

  I looked into her window, she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever
seen. Yeah, it was my big sister, 16, and the most gorgeous thing on the
planet. I'd thrown the frisbee into the tree, and as it went, it was my
responsibility to get it down. From now on, though, I think it would be a
privilege to come up here and retrieve the disc. Barb had been just
undressing when I got to the branch that the frisbee was resting on, and
incidentally stretched right across from her bedroom window. As she took
off her bra, my cock sprung to life. I saw her globular tits, her tiny
brown nipples...
  I climbed back down the tree where John was waiting for me.
  "What the hell were you doing up there, Tim?" he asked as I reached the
ground.
  "Um... you've gotta see this, man... you've GOTTA see this." I led him
up the tree to the branch where I beheld the wonder of my sister's nubile
young body, just as she bent over to pull off her panties. Gods, it was as
if she was putting on a show just for the two of us. Her reddish-brown
long, curly hair tumbled over her shoulders as she pulled her panties down
off her ankles. Now she was naked, and we could see her burnt orange pubic
hairs, and below it, the pot of gold, her fresh young cunt. For a second,
I looked at John and saw him staring, a comet could have shot across the
sky and his interest wouldn't have been broken.
  Finally, Barb got into her bathrobe and headed next door to the bathroom
for, presumably, the shower. We had each just turned 15, and this was the
most exciting thing ever to happen to us. And that ended our show for the
day. John and I climbed back down from the tree, threw around the disc for
a while, and shortly went to our respective houses. 

  When I got inside, Barbara was just finishing her shower, toweling her
hair dry and dressed in her white bathrobe. She walked to the foot of the
stairs and looked down at me while I came up, a sly grin on her face.
  "What is it?" I asked, wondering what her grin could have been alluding
to.
  "Did you and John get a good show, perv?" she asked. She turned around
to go back into her room, and while doing so, flashed me a glimpse of her
bush as the robe turned up.
  I couldn't believe it. It seemed as though she was giving us a show, and
she was! But was she pissed at me now? I couldn't tell... I followed her
into her room. She was sitting on her bed, pulling on a clean pair of
panties.
  "Close the door," she sneered at me while struggling to stand. I went to
close the door, and she turned her back to me, dropping her bathrobe to
the floor. She bent over, and I caught a glimpse of the rounded edges of
her full breasts as they fell loose in front of her. She grabbed a bra off
her dresser, put it on, then turned to face me.
  "Well, did you and John have a good time up there in the tree or what?"
  Was she being serious? What was the point of this? As confused as I was,
my dick obeyed its own code, springing to life at the sight of Barb in her
white underwear. She noticed this and smiled, withholding a snicker.
  "Yeah, I thought so," she teased, "So... what do you want? Why'd you
follow me in here?"
  "Um... I... I... I don't know," I answered truthfully. It had just
seemed right at the time...
  "I think I know. I think you wanna see a little more of you hot sister,
don't you? Yeah... well... I wanna see a little more of you, too, little
brother. So let's play a little show and-tell... You show me what you got,
and maybe I'll take off my bra again. How about that?" She looked at me
with a sly look cross her face, her long wet red hair hanging down in
front of her, resting on top of her bra-covered breast.
  This was too exciting for me to handle... boy, what I would be able to
tell John tomorrow in school... Needless to say, I quickly pulled off my
sneakers, followed by my jeans and t shirt. Soon, I was standing in the
middle of her floor clad only in my jockeys. She walked around me, scoping
out my skinny frame. Not too impressive, I wasn't much too look at.
  "Okay, little bro, off with the underoos." With that, she grabbed at the
rim of my jockeys, and pulled them to the ground. I was pretty startled,
and fell to the ground hunched over my groin. I went soft almost
instantly. "Up, up, up, I wanna see what my little bro's packing these
days..." she said, and I followed her direction, humiliated as I was. I
stood up, and she looked closely at my dick.
  Tentatively, she reached out one of her athletic arms and touched my
rapidly re-hardening dick. "Hmm... not bad, little bro. Not bad at all.
You're hot for your big sis, aren't ya, little bro?" I nodded shyly and
tried not to look in her eyes. "Okay, you've played your part, I guess
it's time for me to ante up, huh?" she said with a grin. Her green eyes
sparkled with delight.
  And once again I was blinded as she took off her bra. She bent her head
down to get at the hook in the back, and her still-damp hair fell
teasingly in front of her. She smelled nice. When she raised her head and
pushed back her hair, I nearly came. There she was, a cute smile on her
face, and her creamy white breasts just hanging there, just a foot from
myself. Unable to restrain myself, I reached out a hand toward her
beautiful tits. And she let me touch them. She was suddenly quiet, no more
of her little comments, as I held one of her large breasts between my
fingers. I had dreamed of this for years, and now I was inches from moment
of my dreams.
  I squeezed her breast, then pinched her nipple. It was truly like a
dream. Hesitantly, I reached out my other arm to touch her other breast.
As my fingers made contact with her skin, she pushed both of my hands away
and said, "Enough for tonight, little bro. Maybe tomorrow I'll let you do
a little more... if you bring John with you. How about that?"
  Anything to get back to where I just was, "Sure. I'll tell him he can
sleep over tomorrow to saturday."
  "Good. Sweet dreams, little bro." With that, she bent forward, giving me
a tender kiss on the lips. She turned around and put back on her bra while
I bent down, pulling back on my underwear and jeans. She walked over to
her bed and started brushing her hair. All I could do was watch... held at
the mercy of her beauty. She gave me a quick look, smiled, then shooed me
away.

  John could hardly contain himself as we walked back from school that
friday, his sleeping bag held tightly underarm.
  "She said I could come, too? I could watch, too? Shit, Tim, this is TOO
cool! Goddamnit, Barbara is HOT!" I had been listening to his ranting all
through the day. I made him promise that he wouldn't tell anybody of my
sister's illicit offer, and I think he kept his word, even though he
blabbed about it incessantly while in my presence.
  "Yeah, John, she said you could come, too, but PLEASE don't act so
immature, I don't want her to change her mind."
  "No problemo, Timmy, my man... God, I can't WAIT."
  Barbara wasn't home yet when we got in, so we took the frisbee out again
and threw it around until we saw her walking up the block towards the
house. She was wearing a black tank top (white bra clearly visible behind
it) and tight denim shorts. She had a wide smile on her face as she came
closer to the house, waving to me and John before entering through the
back door. John wanted to go in right away, but I told him that she would
tell us when she was ready. He just couldn't wait. Neither could I.

  At 7, we were called in for dinner. Barb seemed in a good mood, as were
Mom and Dad. After dinner, John and I went back outside to play some
basketball, but before I left the house, Barb whispered into my ear, "Come
to my room after Mom and Dad are asleep." She put her hand on my crotch
and gave it a good squeeze, making me instantly hard, then ran upstairs to
her room.
  It seemed to take forever for the 'rents to get to sleep, John and I
played Nintendo until they did at 2AM. Almost as soon as their lights were
out, John and I RAN up to Barb's room, where we found her waiting in her
bra and shorts that she was wearing earlier. She motioned for us to enter
her room, and she shut the door behind us.
  "Hi, John. Hey, little bro. I've gotta take a shower, and if you guys
can control yourselves, I'll let you watch... how's that?" she asked with
a grin. We were silent, and she walked past us into the bathroom. We
followed.
  She turned on the water, letting it run for a few seconds before pulling
off her bra, jeans and panties. John was almost drooling. I tried to act
cool, but it was almost impossible, Barbara was just too beautiful. She
motioned for one of us to take a sit on the toilet seat, which John did,
and I took a seat on the floor. She stepped into the shower, letting the
lukewarm water fall down her breasts and stomach, then letting it fall
over her hair and face.
  She made the soaping of her body into a tease, rubbing and caressing her
body, her hands taking special care and time on her breasts and pussy. Her
hands rubbed over her large breasts, squeezing them, pinching the nipples.
Every now and then she let out a soft moan, letting us know that she was
enjoying it as much as we were.
  She brought out her special strawberry-scented shampoo, working it into
her long red hair, and then into the bush of pubic hair, rubbing it hard.
Finally, she rinsed, letting all the suds out in the stream of water. And
it ended. She turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and started drying
herself off.

  Once done, she put on her bathrobe and led us back into her bedroom.
This time she made no pretense of putting on her underwear.
  "So, boys, how was the show?" she asked with a smile wide as a cat's.
John and I were speechless, still in awe of the spectacular show put on in
the shower. My sister was a beautiful girl. "Cat got your tongue? No
problem... but I believe it's your turn now, boys. Off with the clothes, I
wanna see what you've got."
  A bit startled, John and I were frozen for a few seconds, but then
quickly removed our clothing, including underwear. Again, both of us were
soft by the time our tools reached the air. It seemed that he was only
marginally large than me.
  "Heh. Hey, Tim, John's got a head on you... I'm impressed, John. You
could hurt a girl with that," she said while laughing a soft, cute laugh.
"Okay, little bro... tonight you get what you want. You can touch my pussy
if you want. Do you want to touch my pussy, little bro?" It seemed as
though I couldn't move, but I managed a curt nod. "And John, you can play
with my tits while Tim's digging around down there." Barb walked over to
her bed, propped up some pillows, then lay down. "Okay, you guys can
begin," and she let out a small giggle.
  John and I walked very hesitantly over to the bed, John kneeling near
the head, over Barb's full breasts, while I kneeled over my sister's
honeypot. I reached out a hand and placed it on her dark red bush. It was
damp. I slowly ran my fingers through her bush, and onto the small slit at
its base. Barb let out a soft sigh. I looked up and saw John kneading her
tits, then, almost fearfully, placing his lips around her hard nipple. She
didn't say anything, but put her hand behind John's head, holding it in
place at her tit.
  I refocused my attention to my sister's wet cunt. It seemed to actually
be getting wetter now. Following John's lead, I bent my head down and took
a tentative taste of Barb's wet cunt. Another moan crossed her lips. I let
out my tongue, softly pressing it to her slit, finding her clit and
resting it there. Another moan. I retracted my tongue, and went for
another pass. Another moan. This time I dug in, pressing my mouth into her
now sopping wet cunt, my nose pressed into her red bush.
  Softly, I heard her say, "Enough, Tim... Enough." But I couldn't stop.
Her words had no effect, they only invigorated my oral search of her cunt.
"Stop it, Tim... It's too much... Stop." Her words fell on deaf ears as I
continued eating my sister's pussy. Her hot, wet pussy. "Oh, God, Tim...
Oh, God. Wait... Wait...  Oh, GOD!!!" I continued my work as I heard my
sister announce the coming of her orgasm. I was drowning in her pussy
juices, but still I continued on. My ultimate dream had come true, I was
giving the finally pleasuring my beautiful, loving big sister. I heard my
sister moan, and, finally, sob, tears of joy ran down her soft white
cheeks. Done with my chore, I lifted my head, mouth and cheeks now wet
with my sister's sexual juice and saw her grin at me from her bed of
pillows. While I was at my task, John had climbed up onto the bed and was
now lying next to my sister, his dick in her hand and his hand and mouth
on her tits.

  "Heh. So, Tim, where'd you learn to do that?" she asked, the grin never
wavering from her beautiful, full lips. I got up and sat next to her on
the bed, putting my arm around her waist. "Give your big sister a kiss,
little brother. You deserve it." I did as she said, bending down to give
her a full kiss on the lips. You've never been kissed 'till you've
french-kissed your sister (or really, my sister). "Heh. I taste my own
cunt on your lips, little bro. I taste pretty good." And with that, she
broke out into another of her incredible ear-to-ear smiles. "But it's time
you got off, little bro."
   She got up from her position on the bed, and pushed me onto my back.
She got up onto my lap, straddling my hips, her pussy pressed against my
rock-hard shaft. "Okay, little bro, this is what you've been waiting for,"
she said through a smirk. She leaned forward, pressing her tits into my
chest, and pushed my cock into her tight cunt. She let out a grunt, then
slowly moved her body up and down on my shaft. God, I had never felt this
before, it was incredible.
  "Okay, now, John, if you wanna get your kicks, you'd better get it
now... Take me from behind, you stud," she said half-humorously. John
responded immediately, getting up over and behind her. I heard her let out
a yelp as he slid his own cock into her asshole. 
   She slid up and down on my shaft as I heard John shoving himself in and
out of her, grunting. I smelled her hair, now falling over my face. The
same smell I've smelled for years, now in a totally different context. My
dreams were coming true as she moved herself up and down over my hot cock.
Her face, so recently in a wide smile was now bent almost in pain from the
pressure of John's cock in her tight asshole and her little brother's big
shaft in her sixteen year old pussy.
   I heard John let out a final grunt as he unloaded up her asshole. He
was spent, and fell off of her back onto the bed. Barb held me tighter to
her, squeezing her sizeable breasts hard into my chest. My cock continued
to slide between her strong thighs, in and out, deeper and deeper into her
perfect cunt. As I approached climax, she pushed her lips through the mass
of red hair against my own lips, forcing her tongue into my mouth, down my
throat. In a deep French kiss with my big sis, I came, spewing my load
into the interior of her hot, wet cunt.
   "God, Tim. That was great. That was great. You were great," she sobbed
as she lay her cheek next to mine.
   Her body lay still on top of mine for the rest of the night as we slept
off the wonderful exhaustion.

