Recently Divorced Sister

I remember that night in July like it was yesterday. My sister and her husband had separated and I had been helping her with projects around the house like the yard mowing, landscaping and maintenance. I would drive up on Friday night and stay until Sunday afternoon most of the time. She lived about seventy miles away and it was a great place to get away. Plus, I was single, so I didn’t really have anything better to do. I figured I could do most anything she needed done better and cheaper than anyone she could find in town. She had a nice, small house way out in the country, miles away from “civilization.”

I had been up there to help with things three weekends in a row until one Friday night, everything changed. I pulled up to her house about seven-thirty that evening and she greeted me outside as usual. Usually her greeting also came with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but this time she kissed me on the lips. Not a quick kiss either; this one lasted for a few seconds. Mildly startled, I backed up for a minute and wondered what had just happened. She just laughed and said, “My, aren’t we a little bashful this evening.” I almost felt the redness of my face as it blushed out of control. “I just wasn’t expecting that,” I said. “What’s so wrong with a sister kissing her brother?” she continued. I guess she was right; it did seem harmless. We went inside for a nice steak dinner she had fixed.

After dinner we sat on the couch and watched TV for awhile. We were both drinking cold Heinekens to break the heat of the awful summer weather. By ten o’clock, we were both getting a little buzz going. All of a sudden my sister reached over, grabbed me, and kissed me passionately on the lips. Again, I was startled. Being a bit intoxicated though, I leaned over and returned the favor. She smiled and stood up in front of me. I had never really thought of her in a sexual way, but I couldn’t keep from noticing what a gorgeous body she had. Firm tits and an ass to die for, she stood there in a pair of skin- tight jeans and a short little T-shirt that showed off her cute little belly button. She had long dark brown hair and a light complexion. We were eight years apart in age; I was twenty-three, she was thirty-one. “You seem awful surprised by those kisses; would you like another surprise?” she playfully said. I was already too far gone to turn back now. “Go for it,” I suggested.

She then pulled off her T-shirt and stood in front of me with just those jeans and a lacy, white bra. Her tits must have been a D-cup, at least. She reached around behind her and undid her bra, letting them bounce free. “What do you think of these?” she inquired. What could I say? I was just about speechless, but I said to myself, “What the hell?” I stood up and reached out, cupping these perfect tits in the palms of my hands. Sis moaned in delight. “You know, it’s been a couple of months since I have been with a man,” she said. “Oh, is that what you call him?” I said with much sarcasm. She giggled at that remark. I couldn’t stand my brother-in-law and she knew it. He worked all the time and was never at home with her; that made me angry and that’s what drove them to their separation in the first place. “Oh, that feels so good,” she continued to moan. “I’ll bet you have a surprise for me, don’t you?” She wasn’t prepared for my surprise. I had a raging hard-on that was just aching for attention. She knelt down and unzipped my fly as I was still standing. Then, she pulled my jeans down off of my feet and reached up for my briefs. As she pulled the elastic top down, all nine inches of me sprang into view. “Oh God!,” she exclaimed, “It’s huge.” I had always been “popular” with the girls; especially in high-school. I never thought I would impress my sister the same way.

At that moment she began to lick and stroke my massive cock. She would put the head just inside her mouth and caress it ever so gently. “Ah, that feels great,” I said. “This is nothing compared to what waits for you, little brother,” she said passionately. She continued to stroke and lick my cock, but still never really sucking it. She was just being so gentle and loving; I almost couldn’t stand it. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” she said in a warm tone in my ear. As we walked down the hallway, I knew this would be the hottest night of passion I had ever experienced; I just had an awesome feeling. My cock began to swell even more and it felt like it was about to burst at any second. We stood in front of her large wall mirror and tongue-kissed for what seemed like hours and all the while, she continued stroking and teasing my endowment.

She turned her back to me, with my cock pressing against the ass of her jeans. I reached around her and undid her button and zipper. Her jeans fell to the floor. When she stepped out of them, I slid my hand down the front of her white lace panties and began to massage the great wetness between her legs. She began to moan with excitement as I fingered at her swollen clit. I was so turned on by my fingers brushing through the mound of soft brown hair that covered her pussy. All at once, she wheeled around and grabbed my arms and dragged me over to the bed, throwing down on my back. My cock was standing straight up like a telephone pole. She crawled on top of me and pushed me into her wet love canal. She had the tightest pussy I had ever felt. It was like the finest velvet, caressing every inch of my manhood.

“When you are ready to come, tell me,” she said. I figured she was worried since we weren’t using any protection. As she rode my cock like a bucking bronco, I started to feel a little guilty. I wondered if I had pushed her into a weak moment that she would regret in the morning. I wondered if this would ruin the close bond we had always had. “Your cock is soooo big,” she began to moan. “I’ve never been fucked like this.” I had to agree; I hadn’t been laid in two months, but this was the best sex I had ever had in my entire life. I maneuvered her over on her belly, and then assumed the doggie-style position. Her pussy juices were pouring out all over the bed. I could feel myself getting close to a climax as my balls began to tighten and tingle with a burning sensation as I continued to pump away at my sister’s warm pussy. I lasted for ten more minutes after slowing down to savor the moment.

“I’m almost there,” I shouted in hot anticipation. Hearing that, she pushed me out of her and slammed me on my back again down onto the wet sheets of our passion. Then she did just what the doctor ordered. She took my glistening shaft in her mouth and began to suck it hard; sucking off all of her own juices in the process. Her mouth was even hotter than her pussy had been. I had never had such an awesome blowjob in my life and I could tell she really enjoyed it. I could also tell she had practiced quite a bit. I could feel the pressure in my balls building and I knew it wouldn’t be long before it was all over. She sucked for another five minutes, which seemed like hours, and then my cock erupted.

My cum started gushing into her mouth like a water-hose. She kept right on sucking and pumping as my cum filled her mouth. Occasionally, in between spurts, she would pull my cock out of her mouth and let my cum shoot all over her beautiful face. Then she would stick it back in her mouth and suck it like mad. My cum kept flying out in long, white ropes; gushing like the geysers at Yellowstone Park. She sucked and milked me completely dry. Some of my juice had escaped her lips and dribbled down onto my balls. She licked all of it up. It felt like I had cum a gallon’s worth.

“Your come tastes so sweet,” she said, as she licked the remaining drops from her fingers, “It’s just like honey.” I had just fucked my sister and it was mind-blowing. Even better, she loved it too. We soon fell asleep in each other’s arms. I awoke the next morning to another incredible blowjob. This time, it was real soft and sweet; she didn’t suck it hard like before. She licked and stroked my big cock and when I told her I was getting ready to cum, she made me squirt it all over her face and her huge tits.

Then she took me in her mouth again and began to suck me until I was hard again. She must have sucked my cock for a good twenty minutes before I blasted another load of my “honey” in her sweet mouth. “How are we ever going to stop this, little brother?” she said. I was in complete love. There was only one problem; it was my sister. Guys aren’t suppose to have feelings like this about their sister. Was something wrong with me? But how could I let the best cocksucker in the world get away? That evening, we got in bed again and she laid down, flat on her back and put my cock between her big tits. As I slid my cock between her tits, she would lick the head of it every time it reached her mouth. I could feel the surge of cum building in my balls again. I started jerking my cock for all it was worth and Sis opened her mouth wide to catch her treat. When I came, it splashed all over her face, in her hair, and on her tits. Then she took my cock in her warm mouth and sucked out the last of my juice. I had never seen a woman so “hungry” for cum.

When I got ready for the drive home on Sunday, I said, “What about your husband?”

She quickly replied, “Oh, I don’t think he will be coming back now.” I felt the bulge in my jeans start to grow again. “Before you go, I have one more thing for you to do,” she said with a smug grin on her face. As I stepped back inside, she pushed me down onto the couch and unzipped my fly, pulling my cock free yet again into her hot mouth.

“You really enjoy this don’t you?,” I asked.

“Don’t you?” she said. “I love the taste of your cum. I have never tasted cum as sweet as yours. I could suck you forever.”

I guess now that is so; I didn’t drive home on Sunday and we both called in sick for work on Monday and Tuesday as we continued to explore our great new relationship. Every session ended the same way, with my sister gulping down a load of my hot, creamy cum, and sucking every last drop out of my cock. I have since moved into that little country house, but I never get much work done; we are always too busy doing what we do best. And I have changed jobs so I don’t have that seventy mile trip anymore; I work right here in this little town and Sis and I pose as the perfect married couple.