From louvre@dido.fa.indiana.eduFri Jun 23 01:40:44 1995 Date: Sun, 18 Jun 95 00:05:05 EST From: The Louvre <louvre@dido.fa.indiana.edu> To: jstevens@tdg.res.uoguelph.ca Subject: Re: request (auto response) tyf@uclink.berkeley.edu (Allen Tam) Siblings DOWN ON THE FARM I'm eighteen and my sister Joan is a year older than me. She's a real looker with a dynamite set of knockers and an ass that wiggles tantalizingly when she walks through a room. She's got long blonde hair that cascades over her shoulders and her eyes are tawny gold color, sort of like a cat's. I know that dudes don't generally get off on their own sister's looks, but we live way the hell out in the middle of nowhere, so I have nothing else to look at. The trouble is, I'd never been able to get Joan to have anything to do with me. Ever since she started to consider herself grown-up -- whatever the hell that is -- she wouldn't even give me the time of day. She still considered me a kid, even though legally at least, I'm as adult as she is. When I came into a room she went out -- that sort of bullshit. To make it worse, our folks are real strict with both of us. no dating, no going into town to hang out with other people our age, so we're stuck on the farm together. Well, last week, the folks took off for a week to go to a church retreat and I figure it was time to make friends with my sister. She was out in the back yard, sunning herself. I knew she figured I was out working the fields, because she took off her top and started sunning her big jugs. I stood at the window to my bedroom, looking down at her, my fingers aching to touch her sweet titties. While I was busy springing a rod, she slipped a hand in her little bikini bottom and started working herself over with her fingers. Well, that was fucking too much for me. Her nipples were getting all tight and pointy and her head was rolling from side to side while her hips started bucking up and down. I figured she'd be much happier with something bigger than her finger plunging in and out of her cunt, and I've had just the thing she needed. I slipped into a pair of swim trunks and padded down the stairs, ready to help her out. "Mind if I join you?" I asked casually, standing over her and damn near drooling on her tits. "Damn you, Hank!" she screamed, yanking her hand out of her bikini bottom and trying to cover herself up. "What the hell do you mean, sneaking up on me like that?" "Hey, Sis," I said softly, smiling down at her. "I couldn't help but notice that you were in need and I figured that maybe I could help you out." I tensed my pecs and rubbed a hand suggestively over the big lump straining against the front of my trunks. "You're disgusting," she snapped. She sat up, looking for her top. "Even if you don't like me, maybe you'll like this," I said, pulling down my trunks and letting my prong swing free. I've got a big dick -- I mean real big -- and I loved Joan's expression when she laid eyes on it. She looked mad, but she just couldn't bring herself to look away. I tensed, making the big head swell out tight, and the veins running along the top and sides bulged. "This will get to places your finger could never reach," I leered. "You've got to be kidding," Joan said, her eyes still glued to my wanger. "Hey," I countered, "just give it a try. If you don't like it, we'll just forget all about it. Look at that big hard thing. It's dying for a taste of poon. A few minutes with that big spongy head mashing your clit and you'll be new woman." "I don't know, Hank," she hesitated, licking her lips. Her nipples were harder then than when she'd been fingering herself, so I figured maybe I was getting to her. "Just let me touch those beautiful breasts of yours," I said softly, changing my tactics. "They look like they'd feel soft as silk. Just one touch. What do you say?" "Well, I guess so," Joan muttered, bracing her hands on the lounge chair and thrusting her big tits up to me. I cupped them in my calloused palms and my cock snapped up, smacking me in the belly. A big drop of clear juice oozed out the distended cumhole and drooled down, hanging by a slender thread. "I guess you like that, huh?" Joan moaned, her nipples hard as I grazed them with my thumbs. "Touch it, Sis," I begged, squeezing her tits. "Put your hand on my cock and see how good a man's big dick feels." She reached up and sort of petted the head. It throbbed and another drop of goo oozed out. "Come on, grab it," I barked urgently, "it ain't gonna break." She wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a squeeze. My nuts snapped up tight between my legs and I damn near passed out. "Oooh!" she squealed, laughing a little. "It's so hard and hot. And it's so big." "Let me fuck you," I pleaded. "Damn, I need it bad and so do you. Come on, it'll be terrific." Joan nodded and slipped out of her bikini bottom. Then she sprawled back on the lounge, legs spread, eyes closed. I got a glimpse of pink when I eyed her snatch. Then I got a whiff of her and my cock flexed again. I'd seen poon in lost of magazines, but this was the first one in real life. I straddled the lounge chair quickly, before she changed her mind, and lowered myself onto her. She groaned when my dick head touched the lips of her snatch, then she really moaned when I pushed it into her. Man, she was tight and hot and wet, making every inch of my prick tingle, sending shivers up and down my spine. I kept on pushing it in till our bushes were tangled together and every inch of my tool was surrounded by pulsating pussy. I braced my hands on the ground on either side of the lounge chair and started humping away, stirring around inside of Joan, trying to get a reaction from her. I got a reaction all right! She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms locked behind my head, pulling it down to her jugs. I licked her titties, sucking the swollen nipples as I drove in and out of her steamy snatch. It was like the whole world had reduced itself to the spike of nerves and tissue between my legs. Joan was getting into it as well, her hips humping as I drove in and out of her yielding box. After I'd fucked her till I was ready to blow a load, she started to squeal and shake under me, her twat clamping down on me like a vise. Her breath came in short gasps and her whole body spasmed as she came. This got me off as well and my spunk gushed into her snatch like a hot flood. I fucked her till I started losing my hard-on, then I collapsed in a heap, my face buried between her tits. "Oh Hank," my sister murmured, stroking my ass with her long fingers. "That was outrageous. I may have to change my opinion of my pest of a little brother after all." That was two weeks ago. Since then, Joan and I have been damn near inseparable. Fact is, you practically have to pry us apart! SIS'S TITS -- HURRAY! "Man, I'd like to drive my dick up the snatch of that blonde Wildcat cheerleader." I looked over at the guy crouched across from me in the line. He was smirking as he snuck another good look at her. The bastard was talking about Ellie, my sister, and I didn't like the sound of it. I tensed, ready to spring when the ball was hiked. I heard the combination and I rammed the dude on the opposing team, sending him sprawling over the grass. He was clutching his gut in agony, and I hoped they'd have to carry him off the field. He survived to play again, but he gave me a wide berth for the rest of the game. Back in the locker room the coach chewed me out, but then he slapped me on the ass and sent me off to the showers. All the guys on the team were in the showers by this time, horsing around as we celebrated our win. I hung around just long enough to get cleaned up. I had other things to do tonight. "Here's to the captain of the Glendale Wildcats," Ellie said, putting her arms around my neck and pressing her body against me hard as she kissed me passionately. "Here's to the prettiest cheerleader in the state," I murmured, clutching her ass in my hands. "And to the best sister a guy ever had." I pushed my tongue into her mouth and we fell back onto the big four poster in Ellie's bedroom. I was a year older, but we were both seniors. I fucked up in the fourth grade, so now I was a nineteen-year-old high school student. Nobody else knew anything about it, but we've been fucking since Ellie turned fifteen. We just sort of fell into each other's arms and that was that. It didn't hurt any that Ellie is an absolute knock-out. She's got long blonde hair, blue eyes and a peaches and cream complexion. Her body is sleek and strong and she's got really great tits. "Fuck me, Charlie," she whispered in my ear, her long fingers struggling to open the buttons on my shirt. I straddled her hips and sat up, ripping at my shirt. I got it off and flexed my arms and chest, knowing how it turns her on. "You're beautiful, Charlie," she purred, her hands stroking my hard pecs. Her nails grazed my nipples and I shuddered with desire. I got off the bed and fought my way out of my pants. Ellie was up as well, shedding sweater, skirt and all the rest. When we were both naked, she led me back to the bed and sat down on the side. I closed my eyes as her soft lips caressed the head of my aching prick. She reached down and started tickling my big, hairy nuts, making me hunch forward and drive my cock deep into her throat. Ellie sucked on me greedily, making me so hard it hurt. Her tongue was running up and down my swollen cumtube and digging in my piss slit. I held her heavy breasts, my thumbs playing with the tight points of flesh that crowned the succulent mounds. When I looked down, I saw Ellie sliding two fingers in and out of her shaved snatch. Her soft pink inner lips glistened in the soft light. I wanted to fuck her, but I loved having her suck my dick -- a sweet dilemma to be in. I finally decided that I wanted pussy more than head, so I picked her up gently and laid her on the bed. Her legs spread slightly and I mounted her, letting her guide me in. My body flooded with the wild sensations of heat and electricity as our flat bellies pressed together. Her boobs crushed against my chest, our nipples touching. I covered her sensual mouth with my own and pulled my prick out of her cunt till only the head was touching her hot lips, then I drove it back in to the thick hilt. Ellie groaned softly, her nails digging into my shoulders. My balls slapped against her creamy thighs as I pumped in and out of her tight cooz. She flexed the muscles in her belly and thighs, working her box till it felt like a massage along the shaft of my crank. I picked up speed, shifting my angle of thrust to rub her clit on every stroke. She twisted and writhed under me, her hands gripping my butt, pulling me in deeper and deeper. "Come on Charlie, pump it," she whimpered urgently. "Show your sister how much you love her. Fuck me, Charlie." I tried to do it just the way she wanted, picking up speed, bucking deep into her pussy as I got closer and closer to cumming. Ellie grabbed my big nuts suddenly and yanked them back up between my legs, pressing the hot globes against my asshole. The pressure was too much for me and I bellowed like a bull as my jizz started pumping out the end of my snout, flooding her snatch with steamy goo. I kept on driving till I was dry, then I collapsed on top of her, trying to catch my breath. "That was the best, Charlie," my sister cooed dreamily, lapping at my ear teasingly. "You really know how to show a girl a really good time." "No problem, Sis," I grinned down at her. "You always keep me coming back for more." She does. I don't see any reason looking around for a new cunt to plug when I've got the best right here in my own back yard, so to speak. BROTHER GROWS UP I hated my younger brother the whole time we were growing up together. He was two years my junior, and his whole life seemed devoted to trying to drive me around the bend. As a little kid, he used to pull the heads off all my dolls or give them crewcuts when I wasn't around to stop him. When we were older, he used to spy on me, trying to catch a glimpse of me naked. His favorite stunt was to sneak into the bathroom when I was in the shower. I caught him several times, as he peeked around the edge of the shower curtain, getting an eyeful. The happiest day of my life was when I finally got to go away to college. When I came home this year for summer vacation, my brother had just turned nineteen. To be quite honest, I hadn't wanted to spend the summer at home, but I couldn't find a job in the small town where my school was located. I needed money, so I didn't have much choice. Besides, I'd broken up with my boyfriend and nothing was keeping me there. I packed up and headed back to the nest. I wasn't prepared for the changes that had taken place in Rob. In the first place, he'd turned into a man since I'd seen him last -- his cheeks were rough with stubble and the hair on his forearms had grown in thick and curly. Something had also happened to change his monster personality. When I drove up, he came bounding out to the car and insisted on carrying my luggage upstairs for me. When I got up to my room, I was fully prepared to find all of my things out on the lawn under my windows, but they were neatly piled on the bed. "Glad to have you home, Barb," he said, his voice newly deep and gruff. Then he hugged me and gave me a peck on the cheek. His body was like a rock under the baggy clothes he was wearing and the lump in his pants that pressed against my tummy when he hugged me felt a lot bigger than the bulge in the front of my ex's trousers when he was dry humping me after a date. "Thanks, Rob," I said, looking up into his big blue eyes. The brother from hell had turned out to be quite a looker with his dark curly hair and his chiselled features. His lips were full and red, looking good enough to bite into. I pushed him away gently and turned to start my unpacking. I was embarrassed by the fact that my nipples were getting hard under the thin fabric of my blouse. I must have been hornier than I thought if my own brother was starting to give me a wet spot in my panties! The next morning I was in the bathroom, putting in my contact lenses when the door suddenly swung open. I looked up and there was Rob, his broad shoulders filling the door frame. He was stark naked and my jaw practically dropped when I got a look at him. His torso looked like it had been sculpted out of marble -- his big pecs square and tight, the ripples in his belly cut deep. His arms and legs were thick with muscle, big veins clearly visible from shoulder to wrist. His arms and legs were covered with silky looking dark hair, but his chest was smooth and the only hair on his belly was a fine line that ran from his navel to the dense thatch in his crotch. His dick was long and thick, hanging heavily between his bulging thighs. "You're gorgeous!" I blurted, feeling myself blush to the roots of my hair. "Thanks. So are you," Rob grinned, not fazed by the fact that we were both naked as jaybirds. He was looking me over appraisingly and I could practically feel the heat of his lustful gaze on my firm breasts, training down over my tummy to my silky bush. Our coloring was identical, I noticed. Rob's nipples were big and dusky red, just like mine, and our bushes looked damn near alike, except his was much denser than mine. I could feel the heat starting in my belly, spreading rapidly into my tingling pussy. My nipples just barely hidden by my arm, were tightening into sensitive points. Rob was getting turned on as well, his big cock getting even bigger. Another minute like this and my brother was going to be pointing at me -- and not with a finger! "I've got a job interview," I said finally. "I need a quick shower, then I'll be out of your way." "I've got to get to work myself. We could shower together." The look he gave me left little doubt as to what he had in mind, but I nodded my head in agreement anyway. Rob shut the door behind him and stepped past me to turn on the water. His brawny arm brushed over my nipples and I shuddered, my cunt contracting with a thrill of guilty pleasure. I glanced back at Rob. He had a great ass, tight and round and furry. His big balls were hanging down between his thighs and I reached down and ran my finger down over the silky bag containing them. He groaned and put one leg up on the tub, fully exposing his big jewels. I stroked them again and they started to move, pulling up into a tight knot. He stepped into the shower enclosure and held the curtain back for me. I joined him and proceeded to do what I had never even considered doing in my whole life -- fucking my younger brother. He grabbed me and pulled me close, his hard cock hot and throbbing against my flat tummy. His tongue forced its way between my lips and I started kissing him back, my mind short- circuited by passion. His hard body crushing against me sent sparks of lust up and down my spine as the hot water poured down over us. His hands were stroking my sides and ass, and he was whimpering with desire as I dug my nails into the bulging muscles of his broad back. Rob pulled back just long enough to slip his hard cock down to my box. I reached down and pointed the blunt head in the right direction, then smacked his fuzzy ass. He bucked hard, driving his thick meat deep into my cooz. I cried out, wrapping one of my long, shapely legs around his bulging thigh as he started driving it in and out of my snatch, sending shivers from my head down to my toes. I put my hands around his narrow waist and leaned back. Rob bent his head to my left breast, his long tongue tracing circles around the aureole of my swollen nipple. Then he started sucking it, cupping my breasts in his big hands. The longer he humped me the harder his prick got, till it was flexing and bucking up in my twat like a wild thing. Suddenly he lifted his head and stared at me with startled blue eyes. "I'm cumming, Barb," he groaned, his hips slamming against me. I tightened the walls of my snatch, grabbing at his big dick as he blew his cream deep inside of me. His hot sticky juices triggered my own orgasm and I gyrated my hips around the axis of his fat dick, sending bursts of pleasure through my frame. When we were both drained totally, we slumped together, panting. When I finally lifted my head from his chest, Rob was grinning at me gleefully. I think it's going to be a pretty damned good summer after all! HOME AGAIN I hadn't been home in over ten years. I ran away when I was thirteen and I've been on my own ever since. I don't even really know what possessed me to go back in the first place, but am I ever glad I did! I was pretty nervous that night two weeks ago when I stood at the front door, listening to the bell echo in the hall. Then the door swung open and I forgot everything except the incredible babe filling my field of vision. She was gorgeous, probably about sixteen with long brunette hair down beyond her shoulders. Her features were delicate and her skin looked like silk. Her big blue eyes were framed with long lashes and her lips were full and pink, making me want to grab and kiss her, hard. Her breast were firm and her hips curved out voluptuously from her tiny waist. She was definitely the kind of gal who turned my crank in big way. "I'm Bill," I said, finally remembering why I'd come in the first place. The teenager stood there, looking at me curiously. Then a light dawned in her eyes and she smiled excitedly. "My brother Bill?" she asked, her voice high and sweet. "Audrey?" I couldn't believe it! When I left, she was just six years old. Now she was this walking wet dream that was giving me a hard-on, in spite of the fact that she was my little sister. "Oh Bill!" She took a leap and landed in my arms, her sweet tits pressing against my chest. I hugged her tight -- maybe too tight -- and kissed her upturned face, covering her lips with mine. She responded for a minute, her mouth slack, her tongue hovering just behind her teeth. The she stiffened in my arms and I let her go reluctantly. "I'm glad you're here," she said shyly. "Please, come in. I'll tell Mom." Mom was less happy to see me than Audrey had been, but she didn't throw me out. She even told me I could stay in my old room, then went back into the den to watch television. My old man had died two years before -- otherwise, I'd never have come back. I went into the kitchen and Audrey soon joined me there. "So what have you been doing all these years?" she asked as I pulled a beer out of the fridge. I gave her a brief history of my life, then asked her to do the same. "Not much," she sighed gloomily. "Just going to school, hanging around -- that sort of thing." "Any boys in your life?" I asked, figuring she must have a whole stable of willing studs to squire her around. "Not at the moment," she said, smiling and tossing her hair. "Just you, now that you're back. I'm really glad to see you. I know why you left, but I still missed you a whole lot. Welcome back." She stood up and hugged me again. I could swear she was grinding her hips against my crotch. I could feel the little mound between her legs rubbing up against the shaft of my dick. I stiffened quickly, pushing down the leg of my jeans. I had my hands on her tiny waist, but they quickly strayed down to her heart-shaped ass. It was firm under my fingers, yielding only slightly as I pressed tighter and tighter. She still didn't let go. As a matter of fact, her tongue brushed my lips. Before I knew what was happening, our tongues were thrusting and parrying together. There was no way she could have avoided feeling the rod I'd popped. It was puffed up along my leg like a frigging salami, already starting to leak. Then, all of a sudden, I was sure she'd felt it. Her fingers were on the leg of my jeans, tracing along my throbbing shaft. When she got to the big bulbous head, she squeezed it hard, making me groan. This was too frigging much -- my own sister putting the make on me! Hell, I was horny and she was hot, so I reached down and slipped my hand up her skirt. Her thigh was soft and firm and warm, trembling slightly as I worked my way up to her full ass. She wasn't wearing any panties, just regular hose and a garter belt. Audrey seemed to be quite the sexy dresser! I caressed her sleek flank then slipped my fingers between her thighs, grazing the lips of her cunt. She whimpered and squeezed the head of my meat again. "Oh Bill, you're so big," she whispered, pulling her face back and looking up at me sweetly. "I want you to sink every fat inch of it deep in my cunt," she continued, pushing her ass back so I could get fingers in her cooz. "Mom's in the next room," I muttered, looking nervously towards the doorway. "She won't move till ten thirty," Audrey shot back, looking at the clock above the window. "That gives us a good fifteen minutes. That'll be long enough for us to get a little sample of what we're both wanting, don't you think?" Hell, I wasn't thinking anything but hiding my aching pussy plug in her cunt. She unfastened my belt and popped the button on my fly, freeing my cock. She hiked up her skirt and rubbed her bush against my prick. I could feel her lower lips kissing the swollen shaft. "Do it now," she groaned, puling up her blouse and baring her breasts. I sucked one of her succulent nipples into my mouth, teasing it with my rasping tongue. She guided my dick to its goal and pushed the head inside. Her wet heat damn near knocked me over, I'll tell you. My balls started climbing the cords, even before I had her fully spiked. By the time I was in up to the hilt, my blood pressure was already dangerously high. I grabbed her ass and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around my waist and started riding my cock, her tight box working me over royally. I was humping and bucking, shocks of pleasure shooting up through my gut. Audrey locked her arms around my neck, her head thrown back as I sucked her perky titties and fucked her for all I was worth. When I was reaching the final stretch, she started moaning, her cunt throbbing spasmodically along the length of my pistoning prick. She let out with a low animal wail as I started pumping her full of my hot cum, filling her snatch till it dripped down onto my heavy balls. She climbed down off my dick and readjusted her skirt as the clock in the front hall chimed the half hour. "Better put that big thing away till later," she grinned, gesturing over her shoulder at the living room. "Just keep it where we can find it when we need it." I finished buckling my belt as Mom shuffled in and headed for the refrigerator. I was beginning to look like being back at home might not be so bad after all! OUR LITTLE SECRET Everyone in town just thinks of us as the Carsons, Paul and Donna, that nice married couple down at the end of the street. They say hello to us when we meet in the grocery store and lean over the fence to compliment Donna on her roses. A few people have even remarked about what good physical shape we keep ourselves in, telling us they wish they had the time to stay trim and fit. There's one thing they never pick up on though, and that's the fact that we're brother and sister. It's not the kind of thing most folks would understand or accept, so we keep it our little secret. Ever since I can remember, I've had the hots for my sister. She's a real beauty -- tall and blonde and stacked just like the girls in the magazines. When she got married and moved out, I was devastated. I'd never touched her, and I sure as hell didn't like it that some guy was going to do what I had only fantasized about. Well, the marriage didn't pan out and Donna came back home. I was twenty by then and I decided to go after what I wanted. After she'd been back a couple of weeks, I wandered up to her room one night, just to talk to her. She was propped up in bed, reading and wearing a filmy nightgown that covered her firm tits but didn't hide them. Just looking in through the door got me revved, sending my cock scooting down my leg. She looked up, saw me, and invited me in. I closed the door behind me and went over to sit on the edge of the bed. My robe gaped open, and I made no move to pull it closed, hoping Donna would be impressed by all the muscles I'd been developing since she left home. The guy she'd married was built like a shit brickhouse, so I figured this was what turned her on. I leaned toward her, pecs flexed, cock ready to snap up against my flat gut. She looked up, put down her book, then she surprised the fucking shit out of me. "Get over here," she cooed, reaching out and grabbing me by the cock. "I've wondered for years what my little brother was packing. I had no idea I was related to a horse!" I stood up beside the bed and let my robe fall off my shoulders. Donna sucked on my cock for a few minutes, till my nuts were drawn up into a tight knot. The she threw back the covers on the bed and pulled me down on top of her. I tore open the filmy nightie and buried my face in her big tits. She smelled like lavender and like woman. My prick was leaking buckets of juice, making her thighs and belly slick as glass as I humped her. "Put it in me, big boy," Donna groaned, grabbing my cock and pointing the head at her slit. I drove it home, making her gasp with pleasure. Damn her snatch felt good -- all hot and moist and juicy. I drove it in till my nuts were pressed tight against her, sucking her hard nipples greedily. She grabbed my hard ass and I started riding, pounding up and down till the bedsprings groaned. Donna was squirming and writhing under me as I fucked her. Her feet hooked behind my knees and her hips came up off the bed to meet my every thrust. I heard her moans of orgasm, starting as short little gasps, then rising to a full fledged howl of passion. Her cooz was grabbing my cock hard, sending jolts of electricity up and down my spine. I started pumping my nut juice deep into her, making her howl even louder. By the time I was drained dry, her cunt was vibrating. She squirmed under me for a couple more minutes, then smiled up at me and asked me to spend the night in her room. That was ten years ago and I can truthfully say that I've never even looked seriously at another woman. As far as I'm concerned, it's better when you keep it all in family! THAT SPECIAL MORNING My sister has got be the world's biggest tease. She's twenty-three, two years older than me, and she's really built -- perky tits with nipples that point slightly upwards, a tiny waist and a lush full ass that brings men to their knees. She knows it too. When she's at home here, she wears as little as possible, prancing around the house, keeping me constantly horny. She knows that as well, and I can tell that she really gets off on it. One morning I was in the bathroom, shaving when, when Connie waltzed in. Her robe was open, flashing me a full view of tits and snatch -- the whole works. "How's my sexy little brother this morning?" she cooed, reaching out and scooping off a glob of shaving cream that had falled down onto my left pec. "I wouldn't want you to shave any of that hot hair off your big chest," she continued, teasing me like always. I was naked and the contact of her fingers on my skin made my prick start to stir and swell. "I love to touch your chest, Bud. Why don't you ever return the favor?" "What?" I turned to face her. She was fondling her breasts, her slender fingers curving up over the tight nipples. As I watched, her hands stroked down over her flat belly, all the way to the cloud of chestnut hair surrounding her cunt. My fingers tingled to take the same journey, feeling that creamy skin as well as looking at it. "I want you, Bud," she moaned, one of her fingers slipping into the moist slip between her legs. "Please!" I couldn't fucking believe it, but there was my sexy sister, getting all wet while begging me to make it with her. I leaned over and turned the lock on the bathroom door. When I pressed up against her, I don't know which one of us groaned the loudest. My dick pressed up between her legs, the shaft getting tickled by her silky bush. Her tits grazed the hairs on my chest as I leaned down to kiss her. Her tongue was hot in my mouth, sending sparks right down to the base of my meat. I cupped her breasts in my hands and squeezed gently, the balls of my thumbs caressing the fleshy point of her big nipples. She returned the kiss passionately, her tongue dancing around over the roof of my mouth. My fingers found the cleft below her belly and I slowly slipped a trembling digit into her. Fuck, she was hot and wet inside, her snatch kissing my finger, begging for more. I gave her more. My long stiffer was rock hard by now, aching to get in on some snatch drilling action. I pulled back my hips and the head of my meat found its goal. "Oh, Bud, give it to me," she groaned, pulling me deep into her throbbing snatch. I drove it in to the hilt, my hands all over her. I didn't know whether to play with her ass or her titties, so I tried to give both a fair shake. I massaged the firm globes of her butt and sucked frantically at her nipples, humping faster and faster. Her hands roamed from my broad chest to my bulging arms and then down to play with my big dangling nuts. She was panting and moaning, her cooz pulsing tight around the shaft of my prick as I heated her cunt up to the danger point. I had her pinned to the wall, ramming as hard and deep as I could. My sister was loving every minute of it, her groans getting louder as I made contact with her clit. I could feel her cumming, holding her tight as she shook and spasmed against me. Her first orgasm melted into another, then another as I held back, determined to make her glad she'd finally decided to fuck me. When her snatch contracted for the third time, I let her have it, humping like a madman, filling her hot box with my heavy load. After I went soft and slipped out of her, she tied up her robe, kissed me on lips and left me to my shaving. I had the strong feeling my sister would be back the next morning. She was!