decide to wait and see what it is she is up to. 

 

I rotate around and get on all fours at an elevation in which I can see both here face at the head of the bed, and her clit. Noting that I’m in a comfortable position, she begins by reaching her hands and teasing her breast a little. 

 

“Hey,”  She suddenly states. “Stick a finger in there, I want to show you something, and I know you want to.”  I decide to take her queue and stick my index finger inside of her vagina.   Its warm, and immediately gets my already used member restarting.  But the texture is not as smooth as I think it would be.  Its rather dry, and somewhat sticky.  From the wetness I had experienced earlier, this is kind of an upset.

 

“Okay, now take it out.”  She says, and of course I fallow. 

 

She then proceeds to masturbate herself.  She begins squeezing her breast much more enthusiastically than what she did before.  She plays with her nipples, both flicking them and squeezing them.  She squeezes the main bodies, in a playfully manor.  I can easily see the perfectly toned skin revile the mess of nerves and flesh inside every time she squeezes them.  Oddly enough, seeing this aspect of her internal anatomy gets me more fired up.  After only a few seconds of stimulation, I can see my sisters nipples begin to increase in  size, and the shade of her breast darken to an almost rosy red.  As she does so, her body twitches ever so often in an involuntary way.  I look down to her pussy which is  also shifting to a darker shade, and her little clit beginning to emerge from its hiding place like some sort of small animal growing more confident in its safe surroundings.   Little did it know, it would be expected to work for its new found freedom.  Eventually, my sister passes her hand down to the little appendage and touches it ever so slightly.  Her body immediately bucks at the sensation.

 

“Huh.”  She lets out. 

 

I then realize just how pleasurable this must be for her.  She touches it again, sending an identical response as the first time.  I try to look at her face, but its fully bent back, and she is completely lost in her own world now.  Suddenly, and without warning a rather slick looking white substance comes poring out her vagina.  Its obvious that this must be the stuff that wet her panties earlier.  As I watch it poor out, it reminds me of sugar water, but the density is much higher, and it moves much slower than water does, like a very watered down oil (if that is possible).  I decide to sample some of this drink. I reach my figure to it, taking a small sample of this female juice, and place it on my tongue.  The taste isn’t as bad as one would think.  Its rather salty, but still sweet at the same time.  The combination of the flavors is rather hypnotizing, and before I know it, I’m back taking an even larger sample.  To do so without touching her is quite easy as these juices are now flowing unrestrictedly.

 

Eventually my sister manages to pull herself back from la la land long enough to say,

 

“Now stick it in.”  Her tone is such that I’ve only heard on what little porno I’ve ever scene. 

 

I stick my finger in, and instead of the course, sticky pavilion I was introduced to earlier, now its smooth, and easily penetrated.  As my finger quickly sinks in as far as it will go, my sister lets out a gasp, but by the time I can respond, I’m already as far back inside of her as my figure will go.  Inside, I find a unique world.  Its mainly smooth and free of obstruction with the exception to a small bump and a rather net like opening.  I place some pressure on the net, and my sister lets out an odd yelp.  Its not like anything I heard before, and more so suggestive of pain than anything else.  I retract my finger away from this structure only to come to the only other structure in her vagina.  I bump it along the way, which sends my sister bucking rather oddly. 

 

“Wait, there.”  She says in a panicked sort of way.

 

I stop removing my finger, and go back to the spot from earlier.  I press up against it once more, sending my sister bucking again.  I figure this must be some sort of sensitive spot, as it renders her unable to even feel herself up.  I proceed to begin a light assault on this spot.  I press it like a button, each time getting the response I want. 

 

“Huh, huuh.”  My sister yells out. 

 

Juices come flowing out of her much faster now, and the walls of her pussy contract, gripping my finger as if trying to such it in, but I continue my action.  I increase my subtle velocity to one more energetic, but she is already to far gone to care, in fact she is now shivering at the sheer rub of my figure against this place.  Her legs begin to close as she almost seems to try to defend herself against my finger, but I’m having too much fun to stop. 

 

“No wait, Jason, I have to go.”  She says almost unintelligibly.

 

I barely even understand her as I push this button as hard as I can.  It immediately causes her to convulse, rather dangerously from my perspective. I decide enough is enough (she is still my sister after all) and try to abort to check how she is doing, but the final bullet has already been launched.  As her body comes back down to the bed, my finger is inched into the position it needs to hit her spot once again just as hard as I did the previous time.  Immediately she convulses uncontrollably, and attempts to say something but can’t and fluid, this time from a new section of her slit, comes flying out of here, getting all over myself and the bed.  I pull my finger out, but the damage is done.  I can only watch her lay there shivering, and peeing all over the place.  Of course, a sample of her fluids hits me in the face, and out of stupidity I use my tongue to sample some of it.  It tastes sort of like regular water, except for the same sweet, salty issue I got from her other juices.  I look to her for an explanation, but realize I won’t be getting one anytime soon. 

 

To Be continued….

p; I immediately try calm myself down, but the feel of my member pressing against the tight fitting material only massages it, making it hard to retract it. 

 

I an effort to control myself, I rotate towards on the clock.  Its only five pm. 

 

“Great.”  I say to myself.  My parents are out of town, stuck out of town, and I’m snowed in here.  The worst part is I’m getting hungry. 

 

Figuring it best not to starve myself, carefully I leave my room, and head downstairs.  To my surprise, I see my sister there, dressed in the black skirt and tights from earlier. 

 

“Hey,”  she starts, then looks me over, “at least now I know why your suppose to wear shorts with that.” 

 

Look down, and notice that like this, the body suite’s thin material leaves little to the imagination. 

 

I run back up stairs embarrassed.   I pass into my room, and throw on a pair of sweat pants.  I then go back down stairs, hoping to not meet my eyes with hers.  But what I do manage to see surprises me.  An entire candlelight dinner is set up, and my sister, standing on the other side of the table. 

 

“Hey, dinner’s ready.”  She says.  Her face appears to honest for her to not have a hidden motive.  I take a seat at the head at the table, while she sits on the opposite end were she immediately begins, “Before we continue, I think you should know that I’ve been taking birth control pills for the last year to regulate my periods.” 

 

“WHAT!”  I say, my head flying up from my view of the table. “Here I am thinking I knocked you up for half the day, and yet you’ve been taking pills?” 

 

“Sorry, I would have told you earlier, but you ran out of there so fast that I didn’t have a chance.  Afterwards I figured you wanted to be left alone.” 

 

I must admit, I did.  I stare back down towards the table.  “Yeah, I guess.” 

 

“So, since everything’s okay, lets eat.” 

 

After a decent meal (she no cook)  we returned back up stairs.  We watch a movie, and as ten o’clock comes around, she asks,

 

“So, you have any evening plans.”

 

“No why?” 

 

“Well, since we’ve already gone all the way, might as well still have some fun.” 

 

“Alright.” 

 

My sister and I return to my parent’s bed.  Once again we both strip off our clothing.  My sister’s young firm body does nothing but force my member to full extension, and since I’m no longer nervous, I think it may be an inch longer than before, or at least it feels like it.  There’s so much back pressure on it, it hurts. 

 

We come up to each other.  We immediately embrace each other and kiss passionately.  Our tongue intertwine, and attempt to make the trip as far down the other ones mouth as possible.  I make sure my tongue studies every part of her mouth in which it can access.  It rubs the inside of her teeth, the top of her pallet, and the bottom of her own tongue.  I even convinced myself that I’ve touched her uvula. 

 

We separate leaving  a trail of saliva hanging between us.   With that Sarah lies on the bed, breaking or spit connection.  She then pushes back towards the head of the bed, and lies sensually on top of it.  I maneuver on top of her and kiss her again.  But my interest immediately lead my attention down her body and to her luscious breast.  I begin to suck on the left one, while playing with the right. 

 

“Uh, Uh.”  My sister emits. 

 

As she groans, I can feel her nipples firming up under the pressure of pleasure.  I make sure to squeeze her breast before I switch.  I repeat the process with the right breast that I started with the left. 

 

He breathing deepens and her body shivers slightly.  This is my signal to move farther south.  I arrive at her special section to find her juices already finding their way out.  I immediately lap up what has emerged, and then dive in for more.  I continue to massage her breast, ensuring to keep to flow going.  I take my tongue in and out of her, making sure to hit her clit both on the way in and out.  This send a convulsion in and out of her with every round. 

 

As time goes on, I feel as if its time to move on, and finally re-enter my sister. 

 

“Wait.”  She says as I sit up.

 

“First put this on.” She reaches over to the night stand, and picks up a small vile of Vaseline.  “Your about to go were no one else has gone before.”  I take the plastic, ovule shaped bottle, not realizing what she means.  “Use it liberally.” 

 

I take a huge clop of the stuff and rub it on my dick.  It doesn’t take me long to realize that I use too much.  I begin looking  some place to dump the extra when Sarah says,

 

“Now rub the rest around my butt.” 

 

“What?”

 

“Go ahead, stick some of it in too.” 

 

I take the large glob of petroleum jelly and find the small, shut looking whole at the back of her body.  I place my jelly covered figures around the rather smooth looking area, and rub it on.  I make sure to place as much of it on the mutely winking spot as possible.  I then pass one of my fingers inside and push it in as far as possible.  I then retract it completely.  I realize that, treating this like her vagina may be warranted.   I place my figure back inside of her, and remove with increased intensity.

 

My sister adopts a face of mixed views. I can see the pleasure, and yet I can also see some discomfort.  I decide to continue with my assault, and insert another jelly covered finger into her. 

 

“uuuggh.”  She emits. 

 

I stick another figure, and this time maneuver it around try to widen this extremely tight passage.  As I press my fingers on the inside of this extremely hot hole I begin to feel the walls ease.  I figure that there’s no time like the present and remove my fingers.  I take a hold of my dick and take it to her hole, I press against the hard, outside walls, noting a decent amount of resistance, but there still is enough give, and I push in.  I force myself into her, causing my sister to immediately arch her back.

 

“Ahh.” 

 

I can tell she’s in pain, but some part of me makes me not want to ease up.  I push into her, rather slowly, but steadily.  Her body flexes and pulses. Her anal tube tries to constrict, making this hole much harder than her vagina, but somehow much more interesting.  Eventually, I find myself all the way to my balls, and can go no further inside of her.  I take my hands and grab onto her sides.  Its now that I begin to reciprocate, ensuring that I only do so slowly at first, not wanting to hurt her to much.  I start slow, trying to read her facial expressions.  Each time I see her switching to pleasure, I increase my speed.  Eventually, I my manhood almost completely emerges from her, but I ensure that it goes all the way back in.  I come down on her, rotating her lower body up, allowing me to use her whole while I kiss her face.  I continue beet inside of her, reciprocating at a high rater.  Each beet makes it harder and harder for her to return my kisses.  Eventually, her head cocks back once again, and her breaths are tuned to the beet of my attacks on her 2^nd love passage.  As I go, I begin to feel a pressure coming up inside of me, I beginning to cum. 

 

“I’m starting to cum.”  I barely say. 

 

“So am I.”  My sister forces out. 

 

I continue my assault at my current pace making sure to we cum together. 

 

“I can’t take it any more.”  She yells.

 

“Nether can I.”

 

“I let my fluid fly into her.  While I feel it is no where near as much as last time, the feeling is the same.  And as before, my sister lets out a screaming orgasm, and I feel my fluids all over my waste. 

 

We spend the night holding each other under the covers. 

 

Before I realize it, its day light outside.  I turn around and see Sarah still sleeping, not to mention, 

 

“Oh, sorry dear, I didn’t mean to wake you.”  Says my mother. 

 

Immediately, every ounce of blood drains out of my body, and my mind makes every attempt to rip out of this physical form and head for the hills. 

 

“Mom?”  I say in fear.  “Your not suppose to be home.” 

 

Sarah wakes, sees my probably bone white face, then turns to see mom.  “Oh hi mom.”  She says sleepily.  Of course it doesn’t take long for a “MOM?”  to come out of her. 

 

Suddenly dad walks in.   “You know, we don’t mind you two sleeping with each other, specially if you take the right precautions, but not when there’s tons of snow on the driveway, and not in our bed.  Now as soon as you two are ready, we need to shovel the drive way and the street, the car’s stuck a block away.” 

 

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”  Sarah says. 

 

“What?”  our mother starts, “You’d rather have us be mad and send the two of you away to some sort of purity camp, no.  We’re fine with it. Your both human, and old enough. Better each other, than some dirty stranger.  But, we really do need to get the car out the street, so hurry up.” 

 

“Well good, because Jason wants to be a girl.” 

 

“What, I do not!” 

 

 

The End. 

 

Well, not completely, I do have sequels planned using the same characters, but they’ll all be in different categories.  So keep on the look out.  As for the big delay (it was finished in March), work got in the way, and this was the first opportunity.  So keep looking out.

death.  I on the other hand may just be. 

 

“Wha.. bu.. I thought you were dying.”  I say as I look her over again, seeing if I missed something. 

 

She looks at me strange for a moment, smiles, then lets out a big laugh. 

 

“What, you thought you…”  she says just before she lets out another loud chuckle. 

 

I can only stare down at my depressed member.  Suddenly, the bed shifts slightly, and my sister, now in front of me, tilts up my head. 

 

“You have a lot to learn if you plan on continuing to pleasure girls.”  She says.  She then kisses me on the lips again, slipping me her rather taste wet tongue. All my feelings of guilt, and depression suddenly go away, and are replaced with a warm sensation.  As I enjoy her taste, she backs off and smiles sweetly at me.  “That was normal.  Girls do that, well, some girls do that all the time.  You just happen to hit, the spot.  It’s much easier to hit when fingering than going about the traditional way.  You have to remember too, that was probably only my fourth orgasm ever and I’ve never had the courage to touch that spot.  I only wish there was a way to turn you into a girl so you can see how it feels.” 

 

I stand there, somewhat embarrassed, and somewhat aroused.  ‘I guess it all does add up when you think about it.’ 

 

“Do you want to continue?”  She asks softly. 

 

“I guess,”  I respond nervously, “But what’s left to do, except…”

 

“I told you, were not doing that. But there is an… intermediate step, if you will.” 

 

I am curious, ‘an intermediate step?’ 

 

“Do you want to continue?”  She asks again. 

 

I shake my head yes. 

 

“Then get at the head of the bed, and lie on your back.” 

 

I do as told.  I crawl past my sister’s rich, youthful body, and lie down on my fathers, of all people’s, pillow.  She comes up to me, and spreads my legs slightly.  She reaches a hand down and touches my limp member.   She plays with it a little, then begins rubbing it along its length.  Slowly at first, then slightly faster, but great takes care not to get to fast, but more speed is not necessary as my member slowly grows.

 

“See, this is the problem with guy’s”  She starts, “Yours are so fast, that you can’t truly get into to it.  So you don’t get large orgasms like ours. But you do have one thing similar to what we have.” 

 

She takes her free hand and moves it down below me.  At first, I can only wonder what she means, but a sudden poking a my rear door sends a shock threw my system.   She then picks my elongated member and licks the entire length of it.  The soothing, warm juices of her tongue causes my member to twitch in pleasure, and with that alone, rises to one inch short of maximum.  She once again goes down to lick, but this time much farther below than I can see.  I feel, an odd sensation on my rear, a pressing wetness that does nothing more than to stimulate my already sensitive body.  She the peeks up.  She notices my eyes beginning to roll to the back of my head. 

 

“Maybe we can save that for some other time.  You’re too sensitive right now.”  She then turns back to my dick.  Instead of just licking it, she takes it full in her mouth.  I can feel every bit of its anatomy cupping around it.  Its like nothing I ever felt before, but the warmness, the wetness, then smoothness of this just feels so right.  I can feel it, as she goes fully down on me, press against the back of her throat.  I can feel her tongue wrap around it.  She isn’t doing it like the porn girl I saw once before.  The girl on the video kept going up and down, like the guy was some sort of oil well.  No, my Sarah is purposely taking her time, milking me slowly, taking pleasure in it.  The massage of her tongue and the warmth and feel of a gentle suction is enough to make my hips gyrate to this blowjob.    I can feel my cum beginning to make its trip into the lower half of my member.  The feeling is intense and it takes every ounce of will to keep from spraying my load into her.  Its not that I don’t want to, I just want this to last.  But she stops. 

 

“Okay,”  she says as she gets up from me, “Now that your primed, its time to go to the real entertainment. 

 

She then maneuvers her self on top of me, no, on top of it.  She places her vagina right on top of my penis, making sure the opening grabs both sides of it. 

 

She then lays on me, kisses my softly on the lips and says, “This is what I meant by intermediate.” 

 

She then sits back up, and begins rubbing her hips on my dick.  Her vagina sways back and forth on my member.  The movements are slow, and just long enough to cause her erect clit to hit the tip of my head.  Soon, this new feeling begins to feel similar to that of the blow job.  Her juices begins to drop and whiten my dick.  Are breathing deepens and becomes more intense.  The simple sight of my sister rocking back and forth with her breast flapping against her chest is enough to get me off alone.  But with the additional feature of her pussy against my penis only heightens the event.  Only the thought of wanting to make it last is causing me to hold back.  But the pressure of having so much of my juices holding inside of me becomes immense.  This back pressure soon becomes a source of stimulation in itself.  The added effect of her shifting weight only heightens the feeling.  Soon, she clutches one of her breast.  She begins breathing even deeper. I can tell instinct is it telling her to speed up.  And as she speeds does so, I being to gyrate my hips once more.  I can’t stop it; my body has a life of its own.  I can only watch, helplessly as we become victims to our own pleasure.  Neither one of us is able, or willing to stop. 

 

Soon, the length of her stroke increases.  She moves a healthy inch in front of and behind my dick.  Each time she sends out a moan, that only increases in amplitude.  She soon takes her hand away from her breast, and places her arms down on both sides of me, not for a second missing a beat.  The sight of her face dwelling on so much pleasure, in front of me is alluring.  I want to reach up and grab her mouth with my own, but something changes.  In less than a second, my dick becomes encased in a room of pure warmth.   This new environment is small, confined, tight, and wet.  It moves. It almost seems to be breathing.  It wraps my penis in a way I never thought possible.    This new sensation seems to be hypnotizing, and comforts me in a way that makes me want to release everything I have into it. 

 

But my sister’s face spells a different story, I’ve seen it before, she’s in pain, and has stopped her motion from before.  Judging from her reaction, it seems to be a lot of pain, and sudden.  She tries to hide this by looking down at me.  She seems drained.  But she just comes down to me, and kisses fully again.  She then begins vibrating her hips once more.  I can feel this room on my penis begin to move around it, it squeezes it as if to try to suck my cum out of me. 

 

“Go ahead.”  She says out of no where.  “Go ahead.” 

 

She then hops up on me once or twice.  These are unlike anything before.  These are forceful and sudden.  I can feel my penis hit the colder air of the room, only to jammed back into its warm cocoon.    Each time my sister lets out a large yelp. On the bottom on the second hop, I feel the walls of this room squeeze with all their might, and I am incapable of stopping my load from releasing.  I begin to spasm as my member uses its full effort to eject its content as far as it will go.  My sister also seems to spasm slightly, all while letting out a muted yell.  She falls back on me, and for the first time, I put my arms around her, and hold her. 

o;s only one way to wake her. 

 

I move over to her bed and whip the cover’s off. I figure the cold December air should do the trick.  Its doesn’t, but it does revile something I wasn’t quiet ready for.  Below the covers is a body that I almost wouldn’t assume my own sister would have.  In fact, I never assumed she’d had a body at all before this.  You see, I had never thought of my sixteen year old sister as a girl, or at least a girl girl.  I’d always known she was a girl, but I never looked at her for any of these parts.  Now, right in front of me lays all the parts of the female anatomy I had always wanted to see.  There is no clothing on her, to be honest I’m probably standing on it.  She is completely naked.  Before, if pulled the covers off her didn’t work, I’d rock her awake.  I only use the word rock, because what I do is more like abuse than anything else.  Anyway, she is currently still laying there asleep, but I have no idea what to do.  I can’t touch her, or can I?  Her body is smooth, her breast nice and pert. I can’t see her mound do to the position of her legs, but I bet its nice. Over all, she isn’t a bad looker, brown, almost red hair, nice figure, not to fat, or to thin,  and rather toned from track.   

 

‘Its not nice.’  I think.  ‘No this is your sister, not some girl.’ 

 

A sudden movement from her sends me out of the room like a beam of light.  For the next fifty minutes, I just sit down stairs on the couch trying to calm my thirteen year old body down.  My member has stood at attention, painfully, ever since I saw her.  Normally, I just wear my thin Lycra body suit, and shorts to gym on the weekends.  Usually I just go and comeback.  But with it about thirty degrees outside, I have no other choice but to wear some grey sweat pants and hoodie shirt, so even if she walks down right now, I wouldn’t have to worry to much about he seeing my Soldier standing at attention. I decide to turn on TV, to get the thought of her out of my mind.  It works. 

 

“Hey.”  She says flying into the kitchen from the foyer.  “I don’t believe this, I slept in again!” 

 

“I do.”  I say as I turn the TV off and stand.  I look towards her, feeling embarrassed, but when I turn towards her, she appears no different than the girl I’ve gotten use to.  She just wears a pair of denim, form fitting jeans, and a rather more cutsie than warm sweater.  Her long rather light brown hair flows part way down her back, and her green eyes are visible from my location ten feet away.  Overall, people say we could be twins, and while I openly don’t agree with them, it is the truth.  Once, a few months ago, I walked into one of the classrooms I’d had never been in.  It was dark, but still light enough to see.  I walked in front of a mirror, turned and for a split second, thought it was her.  It was at that time, I told myself I need to start cutting my hair shorter, still hasn’t happed as its easier to trim at the bottom than mow the entire yard. 

 

“Get your stuff and let’s go.”  She says getting her little pocket book. 

 

“Okay.”  I pick up my bag, and we head to the car. 

 

The car itself is a nice, an old Lexus LS 430, that our mom use to drive, before she upgraded to the new model.  Now the six year old car is my sisters. I have to admit, she is a good driver though, and drives careful, and only speeds to keep up with traffic, but never enough for me to feel unsafe.  We drive down the little country road like we always do, and while her body is still on my mind, our conversation manages to bring back the fact that she is just my sister, and nothing more.  That is until,

 

“I know you saw me naked this morning.”  She suddenly says out of nowhere.

 

“No I didn’t.”  I lie.

 

“Yes you did.  I saw you charge out of my room. Don’t think your in trouble or anything.  Actually, if you want, maybe one week we can get together.” 

 

“We can?”  I ask wondering if she’s joking, or sick.

 

“Yeah, I’m serious.  I mean, just enough to see what the other looks like.  After all, the last time we saw each other naked was like nine years ago.”

 

I shrug, of course my woody is back again. “I guess.”  But then a thought pops in my head.  “What about mom, and dad?” 

 

“What about them?  You know there always gone most of Saturday, even though they say they might be home at anytime.” 

 

I shrug again, but since this is only a twenty minute drive, I need time for my body to cool down, so this conversation must change.  I look towards the radio, and turn it up. 

 

After another ten minutes, she dropped me off at the gym, and went off to the mall down the street. One thing about gymnastics is that, even if you walk in with one, after twenty minutes of warm up, you don’t have the energy to keep it going.

 

After four hours in the gym, I said bye to my friends and go down to the mall.  I head into the department store were my sister works, and figure I’ll just find a seat up by the customer service area were my sister works, and play video games until she’s done.  I walk upstairs, and into the small room with a hundred screaming idiots trying to get presents wrapped.  My sister sees me, leaves the line, and opens the security door, letting me into the employee’s only section.  Of course, I am taking back by her uniform choice.  It’s an elf costume.

 

She looks at me, then looks down at her appearance. 

 

“Yes, It’s as embarrassing as it looks.”  She says.  She then heads back to the rat race up front. 

 

One thing about her rather slinky out fit is that it highlights more of her body than I thought to look at.  The thought of having her comes to mind once again. I can figure that while it might be nice, that’s incest, and rather disgusting. 

 

‘Doesn’t matter anyway though,  The sun, moon, and planets would have to really align perfectly for the situation to be perfect enough for us to do anything. 

 

Well, as it turns out, it didn’t take the whole solar system, just Mother Nature, and some luck.  First, in order to get the whole week of Christmas off, my parents decided to take a trip for their company to Japan to negotiate a contract with one of their suppliers.  They left Friday.  Now, as I sit here looking out my window, it appears that the second part of that may be coming to threw.  There’s about two feet of snow on the ground, and it wasn’t in the least bit expected.  I, of course, am already dressed.  But as I stare out the window a little longer, I realize that I may be going absolutely no where today.  I walk back towards my sister’s room, and see if she’s awake.  Before I can reach the door, I find that instead of seeing it parted open, it’s fully closed.  I tug at the knob a little bit to find it locked. 

 

“I guess she’s finally up.”  I says to myself, but just as I’m about to back off, the door flings open to revile my sister. She’s wearing a slinky little black skirt and tights.

 

“Why are you wearing that?”  I ask.

 

“I have a date latter today.”

 

“But what about the elf suite?” 

 

“Yeah, me and a few of the other workers protested.  Besides it’s not like it boosted sales. So let’s go.” 

 

We head downstairs and towards the door, but as I begin unlocking it she decides to surprise me with a “By the way, your practice was cancelled, I called this morning.” 

 

“What?”

 

“Also, the mall won’t open till two, and my shift ends at one.”

 

“But you have a date?”  I ask finding a flaw in her logic.

 

“Yes, with you.” 

 

I stand shocked at what she just said, a date with me, its only then I remember what she said last week.

She eagerly leads me back to the living room, having me drop my bag at the door, and then onto the couch. She then sits to the right of me. 

 

“Well, what should we do first?”  She asks.

 

“I don’t know.”  I say nervously.  I look my sister over. She knows I’ve always had a weakness for girls wearing skirts and tights, specially the more straight lined kind like she is wearing now. 

 

“Place your hand on my leg.  Feel it.  Then come over and kiss me.”  She says rather bluntly.

 

I nervously start towards her.  I wrap my body towards her and place my left hand on her leg. Its super smooth..  Her full length tights wrap her legs in a silky cocoon and easily get me riled.  I then maneuver my head towards hers.  I take my lips, pucker them slightly and then touch her lips with mine.  My rather meek attempt must have been too little for her, because she immediately takes over. She reaches her hand, and places it on the back of my head, and forces my mouth towards her. The new level of suction immediately cause my mind to pass out for a split second as it gets use to the opposite air flow.  Soon I feel something pocking at the entrance to my mouth. Not knowing what it is, or caring, I gently open my lips to allow this object in.  I immediately feel the smooth, stickiness of a long tongue.  It begins exploring the ridges and contours of my mouth, eventually landing and taunting with my own tongue, as if trying to convince it to come out and play.  It does.  I immediately fallow suite, wrapping my own tongue around hers, and trying to pass it into her mouth. 

 

As we play this form of entertainment in out mouths my mind becomes less apprehensive about exploring my sister’s body.  My hand that sits on her leg begins pumping up and down it, each time inching further and further into that small dress opening of hers.  Eventually, it finds a nice, warm home under the fabric, and immediately finds my sister’s cookie pot.  I feel the small, moist slit threw the fabric.  I study its contours threw the silky fabric.  But hungry for more, I take my hand out, and maneuver it to her chest.  I feel my sister’s relatively large breast.  Her breast aren’t the largest in the world, I’d say maybe a C-cup, but to me there perfect.  My hand perfectly cups what I believe is her right breast.  I begin playfully squeezing it, feeling for the nipple, and pinching it.  This causes my sister to jump slightly.  Every time I ether squeeze her breast hard, or pinch her nipple, her breath changes, it becomes more erratic.  Her kissing also changes, becoming more involved, harder, more intense.  Soon, she pushes away from me, as we do, are tongues are left hanging in the air, and we just stair at each other, and the line of shared saliva hanging between the two of us like a power cable.

 

“I didn’t think you were that good.”  My sister comments.  “Lets go someplace else.”

 

She then gingerly grabs my hand, and takes me upstairs.  At first, I think were headed to her bed room, but it turns out were headed for our parents room.  She closes the door, like it matters, and sits me down on the edge of the bed.  She proceeds a few feet away from the bed, the same one we both were conceived on, and turns to face me.  She then reaches her hands around to her back, and slowly takes the zipper down on the back of her dress. She takes the zipper as far down as it will possibly go, and then beds over to undo her heeled shoes. 

 

If I had been paying attention earlier, I would have known something was up, my sister never wears heals and drives. She’ll just wear some tennis shoes until we reach our destination, and then put the heels on.  But in this case, the heels are still coming off.  Eventually, she manages to loose a full inch of high, which still placing her four inches above me.  She then comes over to me, reaching her arms up to her dress straps, and pulling them down.  Allowing her poorly supported dress to drop to the floor, she takes her legs and walks out of it.  Wearing nothing but a silky looking black bra, black tights and what ever lies under there, she sits next to me on the bed, and begins kissing me again.  This time I have no trouble figuring out what to do.  I take my sisters mouth and massage it ant all of its insides as much as I possibly can.  As for my hands, they go back to their previous fondling.  I feel up my sister’s breast, playing with her fully erect nipples and tugging at her fleshy extremities. 

 

Suddenly, I feel an on and unusual feeling on my crotch.  By the way we are positioned, I immediately figure that it’s my sister, and she’s feeling mine.  She gently rubs my cock threw the material, very slowly, but I have already had way too much stimulation already.  Each movement she makes sends a flow of pleasure into me, and causes me to want to blow my load every single revolution. She must since my apprehension to wish to do this as she stops.  She then backs off a little, ending are long kiss.  She reaches her arms around me, and removes my shirt, and places it to the side.  As I was prepared for practice, I’m wearing a dark blue body suite with sweat pants.  The tight Lycra material is an added obstacle that my sister immediately wants removed, so she reaches to the sides, and takes down both of the straps.  She then maneuvers me out of my sweat pants, taking both my shoes and socks with them.  Finally she Reaches around my waste and removes my gym body suit and gym pants, leaving me only in a pair of underwear, but even that’s not enough to cover my elongated member.  It currently is possibly at its max, or at least the longest I’ve ever gotten it to, and sticking out of my briefs.  She looks down at the cloth garment leaving little hidden, and removes it quickly.  Now, I’m completely naked in front of her. 

 

“I guess its my turn now,” she says. 

 

My sister immediately removes the black tights I loved so much, revealing her extremely smooth looking legs and black panties.  She then pulls of both the panties and the bra, reveling her sweet naked body.  Watching her stand there confidently in the nude is almost enough to cause me to blow my load right then and there.  I can feel my cum backed up in my body. 

 

My sister lays on the bed next to me, takes her hand and runs it down my chest.  She runs it over my rather curvy chest, to my few bumps of muscular definition on my abdomen. 

 

“You are pretty strong.”  She says “You know, you’re the only guy I know who has a six pack.” 

 

I never really thought much about my body before now.  I always thought I was alright.  I am pretty good at my sport, but I always considered myself average, and there are the guys who’s bodies have just as much definition as my own, so I never thought much of it.  But it has obviously captured the attention of my sister.  She stairs at my body as if its something that she must have.  Her hand passes down my abs, and to the other object of her desire, my man hood.  She grabs the six inch member and begins tugging on it.  She wanks it a little, but it doesn’t take much for me to blow my load all over my chest.  Some of the long burst of white fluid make it as far as my head and end up on my face.  The pleasure immediately sends my head back, and cause my to convulse a little bit.  After a few seconds, I turn toward my sister who has a smile on her face, she even giggles a little. 

 

“You look like a little slut.”  She says almost laughing.  “Its even in your hair.” 

 

I just look at her, I have nothing to say.  Noting that, she moves closer to me, and begins licking some of my semen of my face, and moves down to the large pool of it on my chest.  After its all gone she lays next to me once again. 

 

“Now do you want to see what I can do?” 

 

To Be continued…