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Sara
by Naheka (address withheld)
***
My sister's perfect in every way, but she can't seem to
maintain a serious relationship. One night, after yet
another painful breakup, she lets me know why. (MF,
inc)
***
I took another gulp of beer, eyes fixed on the table in
front of me. It wasn't like there was nothing better to
look at - the place was packed, and there were hot
girls all around, dressed like it was still summer. I
just don't like bars. Especially not when I have
midterms coming up.
"Dude, why'd you come here if you're not going to talk
to anybody?" my roommate demanded, as if he hadn't
dragged me here himself.
I didn't bother answering the question.
"Hey, isn't that your sister?" His suddenly serious
tone of voice made me lift my head.
It really was Sara, and she looked terrible. Her makeup
was smeared, as if she'd been rubbing at it, and her
eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot - probably more from
crying than from alcohol. "I'll be right back," I told
my friend, putting my bottle down on the table. I
hurried over to the bar, squeezing my way into the
space next to my sister's seat.
"Jon, wh-what are you doing here? It's a school night."
"Never mind that - what's wrong? What happened?"
"Rick... Rick and I broke up," she said, sobbing. "I
don't want to talk about it here."
"Let me walk you home, then." I threw her jacket over
her shoulders, not giving her a chance to argue with
me. She was three years older than me - out of college
already - but at times like this I felt like a
protective older brother. My roommate gave a
sympathetic nod as we passed by him on our way to the
door.
The walk to Sara's apartment was brisk because it was
cold outside, and quiet because neither of us wanted to
talk. Even when we were comfortably settled on her
couch, we didn't speak - I just held her and let her
cry into my shoulder.
After a while, she pulled back and haltingly told me
what had happened. Apparently, Rick, the guy she'd been
seeing for the last month or so, had dumped her after
finally talking her into sleeping with him.
"Sara, it's not worth it to get upset over an asshole
like that. Just tell me where he is. Let me go kick his
ass."
"No, it wasn't like that," she protested, pushing me
back down on the couch. "He... he didn't break up with
me just because he'd gotten what he wanted from me."
"Why, then?"
"The same reason they always break up with me. I-I
can't talk about it."
I was confused, and a little curious, but I wasn't
going to push her when she was feeling like this.
"They're all idiots," I told her. "You're the best
girlfriend a guy could have - you're smart, successful,
and gorgeous. They just couldn't hold onto you because
they weren't good enough for you."
Sara tried to smile, and touched my cheek with a
finger. "You can be really sweet when you try to be."
She glanced up at the clock on the wall.
"Yeah, it's getting late," I noted, starting to get up.
"I was going to ask you to stay," she said, restraining
me with her hand. "I'd rather not be alone tonight, if
it's alright with you."
"Sure, Sara." I wanted to make sure she was okay.
Besides, her couch was softer than my bed in the dorm.
She gave me her laptop so I could check my email, then
disappeared into the bathroom. She emerged a full hour
later in a small blue tank-top and a pair of loose-
fitting boxers, smelling like fruity shampoo and
looking a lot more relaxed.
"Do you have a towel I can borrow?" I asked her.
"Just use the green one on the rack - it's clean."
I was glad to have a chance to wash up - that bar
always left me feeling unclean. I noticed that the
shower head was off the wall mount, and it was set on
"massage." No wonder Sara had taken so long! She hadn't
bothered to hide what she'd been doing - she was
sometimes surprisingly frank with me about how
frustrated she was. None of her relationships ever
lasted more than a few weeks, and she refused to engage
in casual sex, so she often found herself attending to
her own physical needs.
I remounted the shower head to the wall and washed
quickly, not wanting to give Sara too much time alone
to brood. As I was stepping out of the tub, the
bathroom door opened without warning. I hastily wrapped
the towel around my waist as my sister strode in.
"I just wanted to give you this t-shirt and these
boxers. I'm pretty sure they'll fit you." She eyed me
up and down. "Or maybe not, you seem to have filled out
quite a bit. Have you been working out more?"
"A...a little," I stammered, snatching the clothes out
of her hands. "Thanks. For the change of clothes." She
giggled as I shut the door behind her. At least she
seemed to be happier.
When I joined her on the couch, however, she suddenly
looked like she was about to start crying again. "Hey,"
I said, wrapping my arms around her, "stop that. What
can I do to make you feel better?"
"I'm totally pathetic, I'm so desperate for a guy that
I'm checking out my own little brother."
"Listen," I said, cradling her head in my hands, "first
of all, you're not pathetic or desperate. Any guy would
be lucky to have you. I mean that. Second of all, I'm
not so little anymore, as you just pointed out." I gave
her a broad grin, trying to cheer her up.
She hugged me tightly, and pressed her face into my
chest. I didn't know what else to say, so I just
stroked her hair. She lifted her head slowly and gave
me a long, considering look. "So you don't mind that I
was looking at your body?"
"Well, it's not like I've never looked at yours. I am a
guy, after all."
She blushed and smiled a little. "Did you really mean
it when you said I was gorgeous?"
"Hell yes. You're the hottest girl I know. Too bad
we're related." I was still trying to lighten the mood.
Her smile grew. All of a sudden, she grabbed my neck
and pulled me down for a kiss - open-mouthed. My body
responded before my mind could, and I started to kiss
her back. A moment later, a voice in my head reminded
me that this beautiful creature I was kissing was
actually my sister - the daughter of my parents, the
girl I'd grown up in the same house with. I pulled back
and gently held her by the shoulders.
"Sara, you're hurting right now, and you're not
thinking clearly."
"Jon, you're not taking advantage of me. I want this. I
need this."
"I'm your brother!"
"And I'm your big sister, so you'd better listen to me.
You asked me what you could do to make me feel better,
give me what I need." She pushed me back on the couch,
kissing me with a vengeance, her tongue probing for
mine.
She straddled me forcefully, grinding her groin against
mine. My resistance broke down and I reciprocated by
wrapping one arm around her slender waist, using my
free hand to stroke her breast through her tank-top.
She reached behind her back with one hand and unclasped
her bra, and managed to pull it out from under her
tank-top without taking her lips off mine. My fingers
found her rigid nipple through the thin material of her
top, as my other hand wandered up her thigh.
"Not yet, Jonny," she whispered, swatting playfully at
the offending hand. "Take off your shirt." As I was
busy complying, she began massaging my hard cock
through my shorts. Just as I freed myself from the
shirt, she pulled down the boxers and stuffed my
swollen dick in her mouth.
For a split second, my mind tried to wrap itself around
the fact that my own sister was trying to swallow my
cock, then all rational thought just vanished as the
sensations overwhelmed me. I held her head in both
hands while she slurped hungrily, her lips tightening
around my shaft. I reached down the front of her top to
fondle her tits while she sucked, teasing her stiff
nipples with my fingertips.
After several minutes, I reluctantly nudged her away
from my crotch and tugged on her shorts. "It's your
turn," I told her with a deliberate leer. She casually
shrugged off the tank-top and helped me remove the
boxers, which were damp and sticky at the crotch. As I
began to position my face between her legs, she quickly
covered her slit with one hand and cupped my chin with
the other.
"I need your cock inside me," she said with a pleading
look in her eyes. Much as I wanted to fuck my gorgeous
sister right then and there, I'd been looking forward
to burying my face in her hot, wet twat.
"Just a little taste," I countered, trying to pry her
fingers away from her hole.
"No," she pouted, "I need you to fuck me right now.
Just stick it right in my pussy - I'm on the pill." She
reached down and held my rigid dick in her hand.
"Please, Jon..." she begged. I broke down in the face
of such insistence, and mounted her as she lay back on
the couch, finally uncovering her precious opening.
I slid in and fucked her slowly, enjoying the sensation
of our groins rubbing together with each thrust. My
lips and tongue explored her perfect tits, and I
suckled each nipple with pleasure. Soon she was moaning
and breathing in shallow gasps, and I was getting
dangerously close to cumming.
"Let's try a different position," she suggested
breathlessly. "Take me from behind." I obligingly
withdrew as she rolled over onto her hands and knees,
offering me her firm, round ass.
I re-entered her dripping pussy and grabbed her hips
with my hands as I drove my cock into her. She groaned
with pleasure and squeezed the walls of her cunt
together in time with my thrusts. I reached around with
my right hand and felt for her clit so I could really
bring her over the edge.
Once again, her hand intercepted mine as soon as she
realized my intention, and she firmly placed it back on
her hip. "It's a little sensitive, Jonny. Just keep
fucking me like this. I'm going to cum soon!"
Not one to lightly disobey my big sister - especially
when I had my cock deep inside her pussy - I tickled
her asshole instead, and I kept pumping away. She began
to cry out in earnest, panting for breath between
moans. I increased my rhythm, feeling the pressure
build up inside my balls. She came with a sharp squeal,
her delicious ass shuddering against my thighs. Right
away, I lost it as well, shooting my load deep into her
hole. We both collapsed onto the couch, exhausted.
Before long, I heard her breathing fall into the
gentle, even patterns of slumber. Curiously, her
breaths were interspersed with a soft purring noise,
which gradually changed to a groan. I watched as her
legs began to shift - she alternated between rubbing
her thighs together and spreading them apart, exposing
her dampened slit.
Ever so carefully, I crept up between her legs and
began licking her soft, wet labia. Her moaning
increased, and I lightly flicked the hood of her clit
with the tip of my tongue. I was amazed when I saw her,
it begin to swell and lengthen, poking out from under
the skin of the hood. The pink button quickly doubled
in size, sticking straight out at me like a little
tongue.
Sara was now panting again, her hips squirming with
pleasure, but she was apparently still asleep. I
gingerly grasped the hood with my thumb and forefinger,
and worked it back and forth over the engorged clit.
Incredibly, it grew even more, until it was almost two
inches long. At this point, I simply couldn't resist
taking the luscious morsel into my mouth. As I began to
suck on her enormous clit, Sara suddenly opened her
eyes and stared down at me with a horrified look on her
face.
"What are you doing?!" she gasped, backing away from me
and clamping both hands to her groin.
I gently explained to her that she'd been getting
aroused in her sleep, and I'd simply been trying to
help her along.
"You weren't supposed to see this!" she wailed, hands
still tightly covering her crotch.
"Why not?" I asked. "It really turns me on. Just seeing
it makes me want to fuck you all over again." She could
see from my swelling cock that what I said was true.
"You fucking bastard..." she whispered. I responded
with a lustful grin. She gripped my hard-on with her
left hand and pushed me down on the floor with her
right. "You want to see my nasty, freakish clit, little
brother? Here!" With that, she shoved her beautiful
butt in my face, then bent over and pretended to bite
the head of my prick.
After admiring her smoothly curved ass for a moment, I
returned my attention to her twat. Her clit had shrunk,
but it was still hard. Stroking the hood with my
fingers, I kissed the protruding button, massaging it
with my lips.
"Aaawwggghhhhh!" my sister moaned inarticulately around
my cock. As her clit swelled once more to its
impressive full size, I wrapped my tongue around it and
squeezed. Sara gave a high-pitched squeaked. I started
to slide my tongue back and forth so she was fucking it
like a miniature cunt.
Soon she was bucking her hips frantically against my
face, and she was panting too hard to continue the
blowjob. I plunged two fingers into her flooded pussy,
with my tongue still working her giant clit.
"Ohmigod! Oohmigod! OHMIGOD!!!" Sara screamed, so
loudly my ears rang.
I immediately released her pulsating clit from my
mouth, guessing that it would be sensitive. I could
feel her hot breath washing over my dick as she rubbed
and squeezed it with her fingers. When she had
sufficiently recovered from her orgasm, she proceeded
to blow me mercilessly, alternating between sucking my
cock and jerking it with both hands. I was about one
tug away from cumming when I forced myself to push her
away.
"Too rough?" my sister grinned apologetically.
"Too soon," I told her. "I don't want to cum yet. Now
that you have nothing to hide from me, I'm going to
fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. Do you have any
lube?"
"In the bedroom," she answered, sounding curious and
excited at the same time.
In her nightstand drawer, I found a half-empty tube of
KY Jelly and a slender, rubber-coated vibrator. I made
her lie spread-eagled on the bed, and I slathered her
pussy and ass crack in lube, paying particular
attention to her still-swollen clit. By the time I was
done, she was breathing heavily and eyeing my cock
hungrily.
I slid into her slowly, then began thrusting with long,
deep strokes, making sure to rub her slippery clit with
my groin each time.
"Faster! Fuck me faster!"
"Why don't you show me how you like it, sis..." I said,
pulling out and lying down on the bed. My cock pointed
obscenely at the ceiling.
Wasting no time, she straddled me and guided me back
into her with one hand. She sat down all the way and
started to ride me like an insane cowgirl. I played
with her tits and lightly tweaked her nipples, which
made her ride me even harder. I could tell she was
getting close to another orgasm.
I reached for the vibrator with my left hand while
pulling her torso down toward me with my right, so that
her ass was exposed. I touched the rubber tip to the
opening of her asshole, and turned the switch. At the
same time, I pushed upward with my hips, mashing her
huge clit between us. She came instantly, screaming
into my shoulder, her body trembling with each glorious
spasm. I stroked her back until her breathing slowed to
a more normal rate, though I could still feel her heart
racing.
"Jonny... baby!" she gasped, "do whatever you want with
me... fuck me whichever way you like... whatever will
make you cum hardest. You've definitely earned it."
I kissed her forehead and asked her to lie on her front
with her ass in the air. She did it right away, and
even pulled her cheeks apart with her fingers to expose
her tight anus. Much as I would have loved to fuck her
beautiful ass, that wasn't what I had in mind right
then. I ran the tip of my prick along her lips and
entered her pussy from behind.
"Are you sure you're in the right hole there, Jonny?"
she giggled.
I smacked her toned butt in reply, then rammed my shaft
all the way in, making her grunt.
"So touchy," she teased.
Holding onto her waist with my hands, I thrust evenly
but firmly, making sure she felt each stroke. Soon she
was arching her back and panting in time with the
pounding of my cock, no longer giggling. I grabbed the
tube of KY with one hand and lubed up my fingers, then
reached between her thighs and smeared some more on her
clit. She inhaled sharply when I touched it, then began
to moan as I massaged it gently with my hand. I
gradually sped up my thrusts to match the rhythm of the
clit-rub.
She was grunting with lust now, her ass writhing with
sheer pleasure. "Yeah, play with your sister's big,
nasty clit, Jonny! Rub it! Rub it faster!"
Being the good little brother that I am, I fingered and
fucked for all I was worth. With my free hand, I picked
up the vibrator and turned it on. As Sara's whole body
tensed on the brink of orgasm, I pressed the tip down
on her mound, clamping my fingers over it so the
vibrations spread through her whole pussy and into her
clit.
She screamed herself hoarse, loudly enough to wake all
the neighbors. I plunged my cock deep into her
vibrating cunt and exploded, cumming like I had never
cum before. The shuddering spasms of her orgasm milked
me dry, and I fell on top of her, totally spent.
Eventually, Sara slipped out from under me and lay down
next to me on the bed. "This time will you let me
sleep?" she asked, slapping me on the arm.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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