My Mom and My Sister
April 17, 2015
My plane stopped and everyone tried to be the first off, so I sat back and scanned the crowd at the window. There was Sara, she had changed in the last 3 years and the only reason that I could recognize her was from the beautiful hair color and the dress that she told me she would have on. The dress was easy to spot, it was custom made for me overseas. I had the tailors in Hong Kong make two each of several dress’s, one for Mom and one for Sara. Mom was at work and in the middle of a major deal and told me that she would make up for not be able to pick me up at the Airport.
The crowded had thinned considerable and I stood up, grabbed my carry on and deplaned. As soon as I stepped through the entrance way Sara was wrapping her arms tightly around me and crying, “Oh god, your home at last, Mom and I have missed you more than you can imagine.”
I kissed her on the cheek and extracted myself, not daring to touch her yet, I asked her to get the car and bring it around to baggage pick-up. I would meet her there. She gave me a funny look, then a light went on in her eyes and she smiled and walked off. Grabbing my luggage and placing it in the truck of Sara’s car I then open the passenger side door and climbed in. Sara put the car in gear and headed home. I turned and looked at Sara and was amazed how she had filled out since I had left for military duty. She had grown only a couple of inch’s taller, but at least 4 inch’s across her bust line and advanced several cup size’s. Her waist was still narrow with hips that were an ass mans dream. Her dress was high enough to see that I could see she had hose and garters on instead of pantyhose. I was getting a raging hard on just from looking at her.
Reaching one hand over to stroke my bulging crotch, she smiled impishly and said, “Mom wants you to call her as soon as you get in the house. Also, no playing around until Mom is home and can join us.”
As soon as my bags were upstairs and emptied I grabbed the phone and dialed the bank, Mom answered the phone, “Wendy Jones, Vice-president, May I help you?”
“Congratulations on the new position Mom,” I replied, “Is this phone private”
“Yes it is,” she answered back. “Well,” I began, “I have a friend of yours that hasn’t seen you in three years. He wants to know if your pussy still gets wet when he pokes his head in.”
“Oh, god,” she gasped out, “I’ll be there in thirty minutes, don’t do anything at all, and I do mean anything, until I get there.”
Sister Massage and Sex
March 11, 2015
Hey sis! Whatcha doin?” I ask her after barging into her room in my boxers.
“Studying,” she grumbles. She looks incredible, lying flat on her stomach on her Queen-sized bed in a tight pink shirt and light blue-jean short shorts, textbooks and papers sprawled out on the blanket. “I’ve got a huge test tomorrow night.” She was only in her second year of college, and hated it. I was just starting my first and hadn’t grown to hate it yet.
“Why don’t you study tomorrow afternoon then?”
“I’ve got too much to do in one day. I’ve already been studying for three hours and I’m not even close to finished.”
“Aww, you look stressed.” I move some of her books over and sit behind her on her pillow. “How about a massage?”
“Ah, that would be so nice bro.” I take her heavenly feet and rest them in my lap, tenderly massaging her high arches, the pads of her feet, and her perfect heels, her smooth, creamy skin soft to the touch. My boxers fill with lust. I lift her foot up to my face and lick from her middle toe, up her arch to her heel, savoring the sweet taste of her skin.
“What are you doing?” she asks sternly, a tinge of confusion in her angelic voice.
“How about a back rub?” I ask, changing the subject. I quickly kneel by her left hip, pressing firmly on the small of her back with my fingers, slowly working my way up her back.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she purrs. “But you’re making it hard to study!”
“So how about you take a break?” I suggest, closing the textbook in front of her face and moving it to the side, making sure to keep her pencil inside so she wouldn’t lose her page. “Do you have any oil or lotion?”
“Um, yeah, second drawer in my nightstand.”
I crawl over her and pull out a bottle of sweet almond oil, then loosely straddle her hips, lifting up her top.
“Can you take off your shirt? I don’t want it to get all oily.”
She does so, placing it under her chin like a pillow, her arms spread with her hands folded under the shirt. I undo her hot-pink strapless bra, completely uncovering her flawless back and slender shoulders. I brush her rich brown hair to the side, her head turned to the left with her cheek on her makeshift pillow, her caring brown eyes closed. I pour a good amount of oil on the middle of her back, rubbing it in firmly along her spine, across her flexed shoulder blades.
“Ohhh, that feels so good,” she moans, her voice low and sexy. “Right there honey, oh yeah…”
I keep lovingly massaging her back, taking pleasure in hers, trying to find every knot that ailed her.
“How about the front now?” I ask softly.
Marks Sister Michelle
February 8, 2015
My buddy Mark and I have been friends for a long time. We’ve been thru a lot together, and have done a lot. Up till last Saturday, though, I wouldn’t have believed what happened could happen. I started going out with his sister Michelle about five months ago. His Dad Married her Mom about twenty years ago, and they became brother and sister that way, when he was 14 and she was 10. Mark’s 34 now, and I am 32.
Ever since I had known Michelle, she was a total slut. But she had a nice body on her, straight blonde hair and large tits. I decided I wanted a crack at Michelle, so I began turning up the charm whenever she was around, and eventually, we got together. Michelle is great as a fuck-mate, cuz she will do so much more than other women. I don’t know if it comes from the fucked-up life she had with her Mom before she married Mark’s dad or what, but she just looks like the kind of girl you wanna treat with disrespect. I have taken pictures of Michelle, in different outfits, and doing things like sucking my knob, or fingering herself. And we have sometimes watched pornos together and re-enacted what was on the screen.
Anyway, since her brother Mark and I have been buddies longer than I have known her, Mark still comes over to my apartment a lot, whether Michelle is there with me or not. Sometimes he sleeps over too. I remember one morning when Michelle came out to the living room wearing only her robe, her white cotton panties, and a beat-up old white tanktop. Her top was showing a lot of cleavage, which both me and Mark could see while we ate breakfast to try and get rid of the hangover we worked up the night before. Mark says to her, “Hey, Michelle—show us your tits, eh?” Michelle told him to fuck off, and called him a pervert, but later when she took off the robe and put on clothes for the day, she wore the very same top, with a pair of faded denim cutoffs. Man, her tits were very visible, hanging there in her old white tanktop! You could practically see the entire shape of her tits, as if she had shown Mark her knockers. I let her wear it, since I liked the way her tits looked in them, too, and who cares if her brother got a look at ‘em too, right? I was the one who got to feel them. I remember really wanting to fuck Michelle that afternoon. I got her while she was in the bathroom, putting on make-up. I began to run my hand up in between her tits, under her shirt, feeling them up royally, and kissing her face and mouth. I ended up pulling her shorts down, pulling her tanktop up, and fucking her on the bathroom carpet, while her brother watched Star Trek: The Next Generation out in my living room.
But the real interesting stuff started happening after I got the satellite dish installed. Mark and I always enjoyed watching pornos together, and after the satellite got got hooked up, we would watch Playboy Channel, not giving a damn if Michelle liked it or not. Turns out, she did – at least, after she saw two long-haired, tanned, muscular studs posing naked on the beach. See? Man hungry.
So the three of us would watch the skin channel, and sometimes Mark or I would rent a porno video. And the three of us would drink, and get high and get horny. It was great having Michelle there, cuz after a while, she and I would sneak off to my bedroom and get it on, and come out again. I guess poor lonely Mark would jack off in the bathroom, or maybe right there on my couch, for all I know. But who cares, he’s a bud.
As we did this, over time we had become less reserved about the urges and desires which would arise when we watched the sex flicks. After a time, when Michelle would see my hard-on bulging in my jeans, she would rub it and squeeze it absently, as we sat on the couch and Mark sat on the easy chair. We would kiss, and I would run my hand up and down her crotch without shame or bashfulness. And, depending on what Michelle was wearing, like maybe her trackpants, or even a skirt, she would moan in her sexy little voice as I turned her on more and more. I also saw Mark often with his hand on his stiff cock, bulging in his jeans, as we got all hot and heavy watching people fuck on video. I’m positive Mark had taken to looking at his sister and his buddy, whenever Michelle and I got so into it that we forgot about the company we were with, and really started undressing each other. I would sometimes openly feel Michelle’s tits, and stick my hand down her silky panties and finger her, kissing her and breathing all heavy. And when we would come out of it enough to announce we were going to my bedroom, Mark would have his hand stuck down his open pants, rubbing his cock through his underwear, and I’m sure it was to the sight of us and not the t.v. which was getting him so horny. It got so that we were so open about it, I would say, “Okay, I’m going to go fuck your sister now, okay Mate? C’mon, babe.” And Mark would say, “sure, go ahead, fuck my sister,” and we’d laugh as Michelle (the SLUT) would protest about us talking about her that way. But we were all high, and we laughed it off.
Sexy Older Sister
January 8, 2015
My sister was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen when we were growing up. Jenny was only a little older than my eighteen years, but she matured long before I did. By the time my cock started reacting to female flesh, my sister had a body that was driving older boys and men crazy. To me, it was pure torture in my own home. My first hard- ons were caused by her. I don’t know how many gallons of cum I shot in the middle of the night with Jenny as the star in one of my frequent, vivid wet-dreams.
Dreaming about her wasn’t all that I did. I lusted after her all day — and not just in my heart, either.
It started slowly. I would catch a quick glimpse of her coming from the shower; the damp, tight towel wrapped around Jenny’s sweet, young body, only further emphasizing her wondrous curves. When she saw me watching, she always seemed to linger, finding some important task that required her to stay within my sight after her shower. The towel fought a battle with her supple, young body. The rough material seemed to caress her creamy-white tits. Once in a while, the towel would lose the battle, slipping just enough for me to peek at her luscious titties, or her brown, fur-covered cunt.
Growing up around my sister was interesting. Hell, it was more than just interesting — it was exciting. I wasn’t alone, though. I quickly found that Jenny enjoyed our games as much as I did.
She teased me in little ways that changed subtly as my body thickened and matured. Looks became touches, and then caresses. The last summer she lived with us, Jenny was really into tanning in our fenced backyard. She let me lotion her back when the folks were out. Her old, black, one-piece suit evolved into as skimpy bikini, usually with the top untied. She now had much more skin that needed a coating of tanning oil. I happily volunteered for the job. I liked touching the back of her sexy frame, but I pushed it until I was actually rubbing the more interesting side. She didn’t fight much. Jenny’s firm, heavy, nicely tanned boobs were the first ones I ever touched.
Did I get to fuck her? No, damn it! We never did anything. Not even a quick hand-job. I wanted it, and I think she did, too. We just didn’t have the time to let it happen. While I was just entering college, she moved out west to live with some guy.
Our reunion came after a long, tearful phone call that I received two months ago. Jenny said that everything had gone wrong. Her boyfriend turned out to be an asshole, and he had skipped out on her. Our parents said that she should move back with them. I made the same offer, and to my surprise, Jenny said that she would be arriving at my apartment the next night — if it was okay with me.