Lucky Sister

by Lubrican

Man! It sure feels good to let go and pump a nice, healthy load of cum into my sister Cindy. She's so soft and her pussy is sucking on my cock as it squirts. I can't tell you how good it feels.

OK ... I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking that any brother who would climb between the thighs of his little sister and slide his big nasty boner into her poor little pussy ... and then CUM in that pussy ... is probably a rat bastard.

But it wasn't that way. Really! I HAD to do it! I had to do it for the team.

Let me explain. Then you'll understand.

It all started when I went out for the football team at Wilson High. It was my Senior year, and I'd never played before. Our team had a seven year losing streak going, and we were the laughing stock of the entire State. But I needed something on my resume for college to show that I'd participated in stuff, so I went out.

Turns out I have a flair for throwing the ball! Not only that, but I have a flair for throwing the ball right where it needs to be at any given time. So, after our pre-season practice, the coach put me in as quarterback. Let me tell you, it's a whole different thing to stand out on the field, with the lights on and know that it's all up to YOU to make things work.

There wasn't much of a crowd that first night. Some of the parents went to the games, to support their kids, but when you haven't won a game in seven years, people aren't beating down the gates to get in. On the very first play of my "career" I told Junior Miller to run just as hard and fast as he could straight ahead. He did. I hit him clean. He caught it and was almost too surprised to keep running. Touchdown. Just like that. It was pretty cool.

Not only did we break our losing streak that night, we beat the number two team in the state doing it. You'd have thought we won world war three or something. Everybody and their mother wanted to talk to me.

After the game, and after all the hooplah died down and I was the last one in the locker room, Amber Jones walked in while I was still in the shower. Amber is the head cheerleader, and one of the most popular girls in school. She was still dressed in her cheerleader uniform. She said she'd come to tell me how pleased she was that we had won the game. She was so pleased she said she was there to give me my reward.

Now all the time she was saying all this she was taking her clothes off. I thought it was some kind of joke, and that people would jump out laughing and pointing at my rod, which had stood right up as soon as she started getting naked.

But it was no joke. Amber made a nest on the floor with towels and tried to fuck my brains out.

Turns out I have a flair for something other than throwing a ball. I seem to have a gift for making girls very very happy too. By the time I could feel my jizz boiling up and was thinking about how it would be really smart if I didn't blow my cork inside the most popular girl in school, her fingernails were dug into my ass so deep that I couldn't move.

So I filled her full, and instead of screaming at me she started babbling that if I kept winning, she'd keep me in pussy for the whole year.

Well, that was fine with me. You see, up until I stuck my peter in Amber, I was a virgin, and I decided that I really liked this fucking business.

Anyway, she got the whole cheerleading squad together and somehow she made them promise that each time we won a game one of them would let me have one of them. I found out about this just before our second game.

Guess who told me.

You got it. My sister, Cindy.

See, she's on the cheerleading squad.

I'll never forget the conversation. I was doing homework in my room and Cindy sort of wandered in. That wasn't so strange. We got along pretty well. She was one of those beautiful girls that guys don't ever ask out because they're sure she already has dates booked up until she's about forty. Consequently, girls like that don't actually get asked out and a lot of them don't go on that many dates. And we had spent many a Friday and Saturday night playing board games, or watching movies or playing against each other in video games.

So when she walked in and sat down on the edge of the bed I looked at her and then went back to math.

Pretty soon she says "Bobby, I need to talk to you about something."

So I rolled over on my side and said "What?" kind of impatient like. I had a LOT of math to get done.

"Amber told me what you guys did." She said this in a sort of flat voice that, over the years, I have learned means she's pissed off. "Actually she told ALL of us about what you guys did."

Now there's several things a guy can do in a situation like this. Most of us try playing dumb first. "What do you mean?" I asked, dumb like.

So then I find out that Amber got them all together and said that I was their lucky charm, and that she'd fucked a load out of me for good luck and that if we kept winning it was up to the girls to keep the luck going and so on and so forth.

So naturally I figured that this meant I was in deep trouble, because my sister wasn't impressed and was going to rat me out to our parents or somebody. I was so busy trying to think up some way of getting Cindy to stay quiet I almost missed it when she said "Amber says your cock is really long and you're really good with it."

Let me tell you, most guys will NEVER hear ANYTHING like that from their sister.

I was stuck dumb.

Then Cindy goes on to say "She says she came three times before you did." This was getting weirder and weirder.

I said "Cindy, this conversation is weirding me out."

She looks right at me, all serious like and says "The girls agreed to do it."

Wow. I was struck dumb again.

Cindy stood up and I realized she was wearing a T shirt and panties. She always had worn that to bed, but suddenly I noticed it. She was still looking at me all serious. "So you'd better keep winning." And then she just walked out.

We won our second game by 23 points. They actually wrote it up in the County Gazette. And after that game I got a visit from Nancy Thompson. This time they let me get out of the locker room. She was waiting for me at my car. She looked nervous. "Hey Bobby" she said. I still didn't actually believe that all the cheerleaders had agreed to let me fuck them so I said "Hey Nancy. Need a ride or something?" I'd known Nancy pretty much all of my life. She was cute, but we'd never hung out together. "I'm ... um ... I'm your ... reward," she said. It was dark but I could still see her blush.

Now I'm NOT a rat bastard, regardless of what you may think. So, like a gentleman I said "Nancy, you don't have to do anything."

Imagine my surprise when she stuck her chin out at me and said "Bobby Richards, if you don't ... you know ... If you don't let me do this ... I'll never ever speak to you again!" I found out later she was afraid that if we didn't do the deed and we lost that she'd be thrown out of the squad or something equally stupid.

So, we went for a ride and ended up on a blanket in the country. Once she got into kissing and petting she got pretty hot and the next thing I knew I was buried balls deep in her just like I had been with Amber.

Guys will say that pussy is pussy, but that's not true. Nancy's body was different than Amber's. Nancy was softer, and she was tight. Her hips acted different, bucking up off the ground in a way that made me actually bounce off of her. And even though Amber said she had three orgasms, I didn't know it at the time.

It wasn't that way with Nancy.

When she came anyone within forty feet would know. Anyway, I got close and groaned "Nancy, I'm close ... you want me to pull out?" She put her arms around me and said "NO! You have to leave it in. It's part of the deal."

So I pumped about a quart of my spooge into her pussy. I know there's a bunch of you out there saying that you CAN'T pump a quart in a girl - nobody even HAS a quart to pump. But it sure FELT like I was pumping a quart in her, and that's what really counts, isn't it?

I decided I really REALLY liked this fucking thing.

With Nancy I stayed there, cuddling a little bit. We talked some and I asked her what she meant about me staying in her when I came. She said that the rules were that each girl was only required to fuck me one time, and that they all felt like they could take a chance that one time. They even decided whose turn it would be each week by scheduling out all their periods, so that whoever might have to spread for me on a given night was in her "safe" time.

Sounds crazy, right? All teenagers are crazy. Adults say it's the hormones that make them that way. I think this time it was because these girls had a "good" excuse to be bad and they didn't want to miss it.

I pointed out to Nancy that there were only fifteen girls on the squad, one of whom was my sister, and there were fifteen regular season games, not to mention playoffs.

Nancy laughed and said "Don't get greedy Mr. big shot quarterback" There's pretty even bets that most of the girls won't have to do this at all." I reached for her saying "Don't count on it. I kind of like this whole "good luck" scheme."

But she slapped my hands away. "I wish we could Bobby, but the rules are ... just once, right after the game. I don't want to be the one to break our luck."

Cindy was in my room again later that night. Turns out all the girls decided to wait around for ... whoever ... to make sure things happened like they were supposed to happen. And, naturally, Nancy and Amber had compared notes while all the others listened. Including Cindy. Nancy had been very impressed too.

So Cindy is talking about this, sitting on the edge of the bed again, in her T shirt and panties, and I noticed that my sister had nipples. I mean she'd always had them, right? But now I NOTICED them and they were sticking out, making bumps in her shirt. My cock actually started to get hard and I got embarrassed. I said "Cindy, this is crazy. Somebody's going to find out about this ... this ... I don't know what to call it ... but somebody's going to find out and then we're ALL going to get into big trouble."

Cindy just got up and started out of the room. Then she turned around and said "You just keep winning."

Our third game was a squeaker, but we won by a field goal. There were people in the stands that night. It was pretty cool. And after that game, Mindy Grant.

Mindy is a tiny little thing. You know how sometimes they throw cheerleaders up in the air and then catch them? She's the one they throw because she's so small and light. She was actually sitting in my car when I got out of the gym. I got in and she said "You know the deal."

Like we were going for a coke or something.

She had keys to her uncle's gas station, which had a back room with a couch in it that folded down into a bed. She folded it down and started stripping. She was gorgeous, with flat boobs that had big nipples on them. She demanded that she be on top, but after she got me on my back she decided to suck on my rod for a while. Nobody had ever done that to me, and I couldn't believe how good it felt.

I said "Man, Mindy, if you keep that up I'm gonna cum right away."

She whipped her mouth off of it and growled "You can't cum in my mouth you idiot". Then she squatted over me and went to work trying to get my cock into her pussy. Mindy was small everywhere, and there was a point in time when we both thought it just wasn't going to work. She'd bear down and my dork would bend.

Then she decided that if she just fucked the two inches she COULD get in for a while, that maybe she'd stretch. She was grunting and grimacing like it was terrible, but those two inches of pussy sure felt good, kind of like her mouth. I closed my eyes and within two minutes I felt the sperm rocket through my cock and out into her pussy.

The funny thing was that the reason she couldn't get it in was because she was in a hurry. It turned out she was a virgin, and, not having done this before, she was scared. Neither of us knew enough to think that she was dry. But when my spooge splattered into her, she got lubed up real fast. The next time she tried to slam down on my cock, it slid into her clear to her belly. She gasped "Ooof" and then made a kind of "Wahhhh" sound.

There were big tears in her eyes and I could tell it hurt her. So I pulled her down until those flat little titties of hers were lying on my chest and kissed her neck and told her how beautiful she was and how sexy she was. I think getting her weight off helped some, but when I started whispering to her and kissing her she got turned on. That did the trick and before long she was fucking me like a Rodeo girl. She only had one orgasm that night, but it was a doozy. Knowing the rules, and having just pounded a cupful of stuff in her, I didn't go for another cum.

Cindy came in that night too. Same thing. She sat on the edge of the bed and gave me the report on how I did. "You just about ruined that girl" she said in that level voice she'd taken to using around me on these after-game nights."

"I'm sorry." I said, meaning it. "I didn't mean to hurt her. I didn't know she was a virgin, and it wouldn't go in her and ..."

"That's not what I mean, you idiot" she growled. "She says she's going to have to find her a boyfriend now cause she can't go without that from now on."

"Oh" I said, lamely.

We kept winning, and every time there was a willing cheerleader waiting for me after the game. I took to bringing along condoms, because I thought their rule was stupid, but not one of them would let me use one. They all said it would break the luck. There were a lot more virgins on that squad than I'd have believed. Everybody thinks that cheerleaders all fuck, but that's not true. Well it wasn't true then.

Anyway, I got pretty good at identifying them and knowing what to do to get them ready. And every night after "my reward" Cindy came in and told me how it went. The only one who bad-mouthed me was Ashley Anderson, who said that her boyfriend's cock was thicker and satisfied her better. None of the girls would speak to her for the whole week until we won the next game.

After our eleventh game, and after Maria Gonzales nearly killed me with what I later learned was called a snapping pussy, when Cindy came in I finally got around to what had been on my mind the whole time. "Cindy?" I said.

She said "Yes?" Not "Yeah" or "What" or any of the other things a sister usually says when her brother calls her name. She said "Yes?" like she'd been waiting for me to call her name for hours and I finally did.

"Um, we have four more games to go." I said. "At least."

"Yes?" she said. It was that same kind of "Yes."

"Well, aren't we going to ... run out ... of cheerleaders ... so to speak?"

"No ... we're not," she said in that flat voice.

"But ... what about ... you?" I said.

She looked at me, sitting there in her T shirt and panties, with her perky little nipples poking out at me. "I'm a cheerleader, Bobby."

"Yes" I said. "But you're my sister too."

"I'm well aware of that" she said as she got up and walked out of my room. Then, like always, she said "You just keep on winning." Then she said something else. "And let us worry about who's going to keep the luck going."

Well, we did keep on winning. It was a sensation for the town, the county and pretty much the whole state. Now after games there were reporters waiting to talk to me. Sometimes I didn't get out of the gym until late. But there was always a cheerleader waiting for me.

And then it was time for the last game. We were already a cinch for playing in the State championships. We'd be in the playoffs even if we lost the last game. As we went out on the field I wondered who would be waiting for me after the game. Cindy was the only one left and I didn't think any of them would make her do that.

We won. Perfect season. Fifteen for fifteen. After the game there were the reporters. Then the coach wanted to take us all out for pizza. They had a bus waiting and the whole team got on it, including the cheerleaders. All of them. It was late when I got back to the parking lot. All the cheerleaders lined up to kiss me good night. But none of them got in my car.

I drove home alone.

I was reading a book, unwinding, when Cindy walked into my room. Our parents had gone to bed long ago, worn out from cheering at the game. I looked up when she came in. She was dressed like usual.

Except she wasn't wearing the panties.

This time she didn't say anything. The T shirt only came to her belly button, and that left everything else completely bare. And she WAS completely bare. Of all the cheerleaders who'd come to me, none of them had been shaved.

But Cindy was.

Part of my brain wondered when she'd done that. I could see her pouting little pussy lips, pressed together like they were protecting something.

A bunch of things went through my mind right then. First I thought about how she wasn't dating anybody at the moment. She'd gone out on lots of dates, but never had a steady guy. Then I thought about the possibility that she might be on the pill. Several of the other cheerleaders had been, but each and every one made me promise not to tell anybody. I didn't think Cindy was, though, because she hadn't been to a doctor for years. In that little town there was only one and it was pretty much impossible to go see him without it being common knowledge. Then there was the obvious fact that she was going to offer herself to me, like the others had. I didn't think she really wanted to, but, seeing that pretty pink pussy made my cock hard anyway. I was wearing gym shorts and the fact that it was getting hard was impossible to miss. It looked sort of like there was a little animal in my shorts crawling around. Cindy's eyes were glued there.

"You don't have to do this" I said, not meaning it, but saying it because I loved her and she had the right to back out.

"Yes ... I do" she said simply. She bent over and ran her hand over the front of my shorts like she was petting a dog or something. It stiffened even more.

Then she stood back up and pulled her T shirt off. "If you make fun of me I'll make it so you never have babies ... ever," she said in that serious voice. I think she was talking about the fact that she was small up top. She was probably a 34 B cup. Her nipples and areolas were so pale that you almost couldn't see them against her breast flesh.

But to me, she looked like the perfect woman. Everything about her screamed her sexuality. She was in shape and she had curves that were perfectly proportioned to her size.

"You're beautiful" I said, meaning it.

"Thank you" she said. Then she climbed up on the bed and kissed me.

Now, I had kissed all the cheerleaders. Some of them were better kissers than others, and some of them liked it more than others. But none of them reacted like Cindy. There was an urgency to her kiss that left me breathless. And she ... writhed ... that's the only word for it ... all over me, rubbing every part of her body against mine as she kissed me. Then she broke the kiss and was pulling at my shorts, almost ripping them.

My prick sprang free and she stopped, frozen as it bobbed in front of her eyes. "Ohhh Bobby" she sighed. Her hand came up to it and wrapped around it gently. "It's so beautiful" she sighed. Her head bobbed down and she licked the tip. Then she kissed it on both sides and the tip, sticking her tongue out and tickling the very tip.

My hips arched up off the bed and I groaned. "Ohhh suck it, please Cindy."

She kissed the tip again and lifted her head. "Not tonight. Later. Tonight is for the luck." Then she said "I want to be on the bottom ... here ... in your bed." She didn't sound too sure, but I got up and she lay down where the warmth of my body still was. She spread her legs and brought her knees up high, almost to her breasts, opening herself up wide. Her pussy gaped and I wanted to taste it. I had licked and sucked a couple of the other girls, later on in the season, after I actually thought of it. That was one of the things Cindy had talked about. The girls I had gone down on raved about how good it felt. And looking at her pretty pink split peach I wanted to taste her too.

I started down, but her hands caught my hair and pulled my face up by her breasts. "Later for that too Bobby. I want you ... in me. Now. Please?"

So I mounted my little sister. As I crawled up and my cock tip nosed between those plump pussy lips I saw her hands were at her sides, fists clenched. She was stiff, but her hips were moving. It came clear to me in that second.

She was a virgin.

She was scared, but she was turned on too somehow. Realizing that my cock gave a lurch and a big bubble of thick precum seeped out. I pulled back just as it did and it gathered until there was a big glob that started to fall off. She and I both stared as it slowly dropped, stringing out, to land softly right in her open pussy lips.

She gave a shudder and moaned "Ohhhh please."

I honestly didn't know right then whether she meant "Please don't" or "Please do." But she was there, spread out for me, so I plugged it in and gave her the first inch. That popped the head just past her pussy lips, which stretched tight and then sealed around the neck of the glans. She was fiery hot, and nervous or not, she was wet.

"Bobby?" she moaned. She was going to tell me she'd never had a cock in her before.

"I know, baby." I said soothingly. "I'll go easy." I was trying to go slow because even though I was past where her cherry had been, I knew she was being cruelly stretched. Her eyes were wide open as I eased those two inches in and out a few times.

"I used a dildo to break my hymen" she groaned. "Several of the girls did after Nancy told us about how hard it was for her." She put her feet back down on the bed, her knees still wide. Her hips wiggled and I felt her thrust them up off the mattress.

I gave her another inch and she gasped. "But it didn't feel like this." I looked at her and it was obvious she wasn't sorry she'd let me do this.

I leaked another glob of goo in her pussy. I suddenly noticed that her nipples had gotten so long that they looked like tiny little fingers sticking out from her breasts. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth. I gave it an experimental suck and she just went goofy! I felt her pussy spasm around the head of my cock and then loosen. So I pushed until it spasmed again. It clamped down on me so hard I had to stop, but then loosened up again, letting me get further into her. Two more of those rippling spasms and I felt my pubic bone mash into hers.

I was in - all the way in - balls deep in my baby sister.

I just stopped and let it soak. She was finishing up her orgasm and was sort of flopping around. Later she told me that when I sucked on that nipple it was like a dam burst inside her and she was almost washed away by the intensity of the feeling. Her nipples are extra super sensitive and I've been able to give her orgasms just by playing with and sucking them alone.

But I'm getting ahead of the story.

She calmed down and her eyes focused and she looked up at me. I think I was just smiling down at her. "Did you cum yet?" she asked, panting.

I shook my head and offered to take it out of her if it hurt too much. "It doesn't ... hurt exactly" she said. "I just feel ... stuffed."

I told her I'd like to move a little and she said OK so I dragged it almost out of her and then slithered it back in. Her eyes got real big and she said "Ohhh Bobby, do that again." So I did and on about the seventh or eighth time she shuddered again and her pussy started in rippling and squeezing again.

This time I was a lot closer and it worked on me, milking me, almost sucking my prick. I felt an explosion coming and I told her it was time. I knew I shouldn't fire that sucker off inside my sister.

But I wanted to so bad.

I said "Can I?" and she hissed, just like a cat "Yesssssssssss."

I drove it in and left it there, deep, the tip right beside the little door to her womb. My cock flexed and swelled as the first jet flashed through it. I could feel my balls scrunch up, like they were squeezing the cum out and into my penis. I almost cried as that first massive spurt left my cock and splatted into Cindy's sweet virgin pussy. Then I was the one who went a little crazy. I was trying to get even deeper into her as another six or seven strings of sticky white sperm flooded my sister's womb. I wanted to cum in her forever.

Finally I'd squeezed the last little bit of my spooge into her naked pussy and I was about to collapse. I started to pull out of her but her arms went around me and she whispered "No!, leave it in." So I rolled sideways with her and she ended up on top. Her hair was all over my chest and neck and face, but I didn't care. I pulled a blanket over us and we fell asleep that way.

We kids always got up long before our parents. We'd learned years ago how to get our own breakfast and all that. So when my alarm went off and I woke up tangled up with warm naked girl, I wasn't worried. She woke up too.

She nuzzled my chest, kissing it and said "Thank you." I was pretty surprised, with her being my sister and all, and a virgin to boot. I figured she'd be ready to get away from me.

I was wrong. "I wish we could do it again," she said. "But one time is the rule."

I couldn't believe it. "Are you telling me the girls know? I mean they said you had to do this?"

She nuzzled me again. "No. They said I didn't have to do it. Most of them volunteered to do it again when we ran out of girls. But I told them it wasn't worth losing the luck. I only told them I'd give you a hand job, or maybe a blow job. They don't know we ... did it."

"So why did we ... do it?" I asked.

She looked into my eyes. "I love you Bobby. It seems like I've loved you forever. You always cared about me and took care of me and shared things with me. And when those girls started talking about what a wonderful lover you were, I got ... jealous. I wasn't about to let them have something so wonderful about you and not get some of it for myself."

"So, what now?" I asked.

"Well, I talked them into letting you choose from now on. If you win, that is. You have to keep winning to get your reward."

"Well, I want to choose YOU." I said. I meant it too. "But I can't. It'd be all over school."

"Well, there's one other thing. All the girls were willing to take the chance once. Now they want you to wear a condom. Or they'll give you a blowjob or hand job if you want."

"Oh." I was disappointed. It must have showed. She laughed at me. "Look, you goose, all you have to do is choose one of the girls to go down on you. Then, after she's done and you're home ... who's to know?"

"You mean ...?"

"Oh yes!" she said in a husky sort of voice. "I'm not done with you yet. I've waited too long to have you and I'm going to have you lots more.

"But you just said only once. Just now. You said it was a rule." I whined.

"That's once right now ... as part of the luck for what you did last night. There isn't any rule about what happens in the future."

"Well, if you look at it one way, last night was the past, and right now is the future of last night, right?" I said hopefully. I had a morning woody and all I could think about was how perfectly wonderful it would be to slide it in her warm sucking pussy again.

She laughed. "Nice try buck-O. Get up and go for a run or something. You need to keep in shape for the playoffs."

She did give the tip of my cock a nice wet kiss before she left the room. I had to beat off and I bet it didn't take me ten strokes, just remembering the look of her naked back walking out of my door.

We won every game in the playoffs.

It was like I was living in a fantasy world. Not only did we play great football, but I got great sex too. I got blowjobs, sometimes from two girls at once. And every night, in the middle of the night after a game, I'd get to sink my fresh boner into my sweet sister's even sweeter pussy and pack it full of baby juice. I offered to use a condom with her, but she wouldn't do it. She said we were soul mates and she wanted my stuff mixing with her stuff, whatever the end result.

We won State. We were a sports sensation, going from a seven year straight losing streak to a no loss year and winning the State championship. Cindy started going out with every boy in sight and, as boys will do, they all claimed to have scored with her. None of them even got close, but the story got around.

Which is why, when her belly began to swell it was no real surprise to anyone. She was a cheerleader, after all, and everybody knows about them, right? Well, I have to admit there was an eyebrow or two raised by a few of the other cheerleaders. It didn't take a genius to figure out that her due date was about nine months after the playoffs, and she had been assigned to keep the luck going about that time.

It was surely no surprise to us. I'd been packing her pussy plumb full of potent teenaged sperm practically every night for months. If she wasn't in my room climbing underneath me, I was sneaking into her room to mount her and plow her furrow until I erupted in her womb. So we both know who the father is.

She got an ultra sound last week. It's a boy!

She wants to name him Champ. How's that for goofy?

I got six letters from colleges that want me to play for them. Full scholarships, all of them, WITH a stipend for living expenses. One of them has apartments for married students and wives get three hours of free classes each semester. And all I have to do for all this is play ball. What a life.

I need to go talk to my sister about going up there with me to check it out.

But I don't think I'm going to introduce her as my sister.