I spread the sides of Lorna's blouse open and was more than a little happy to see she was wearing her red lacy bra, a favourite of mine.
I started kissing the side of Lorna's neck and worked my way to her shoulder, slipping one bra strap down with one hand while my other felt her breast in its red lacy cup.
Stacey tapped me on the shoulder and I turned. With heat in her eyes, she put her arms up in the air. I hesitated for a moment, a little overwhelmed by what was happening.
'Stacey, are you sure?' I said.
'I'm sure. Come on, you've been wanting to get your hands on my boobs for a long time. Now's your chance.'




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LibbyRocker

I made sure we were not touching however after a while she grabbed my hand and put it around her waist and moved into me. My cock was 'solid' at this point and I can remember her reaction to me touching her back with it. As i touched her back with my cock she said 'This is what i need, a nice big hug' whilst looking at my face smiling seductively.
My cock was against her back for about an hour as we watched the movie. during this time I kept moving up and down, at one point reaching down into my shorts and taking my cock out of my boxers so the feel would be better.



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fukme1122

After a hug and kiss goodbye, she was gone. So many thoughts and feelings as I was standing in line to get processed. And the questions that were swimming in my brain were the new problems I had to solve. Such as, if my sister was a virgin when she married Jason, how did she become such a sexual dynamo because I know my brother-in-law didn't cause that? And did my brother really need to stay home or had Leanna engineered this somehow? How long did she know I was into her? And why does she love the taste of her own pussy? So many questions but I knew better than to ask this time around.
My first leave is a few months out and she already agreed to fetch me at the airport. She did coach me not to tell the family the exact time I was arriving because she wanted an hour or two for herself. That hour or two is my sole purpose for living.





notablerogue

Isabella is Sam's sweet and shy older sister. She is 27 and has been living on her own for a few years now. Sam is 23 and is fresh out of college. Since he doesn't quite have the income for a place of his own, living with his older sister is the obvious option.
Today is the first day they'll be living together, and Isabella forgot about it completely. She was in her room trying on a maid outfit she bought online. Being the sweet, innocent, and responsible older sister meant there wasn't a lot of room for her to explore her sexuality.
She was standing in front of the big mirror in her room, a sexy maid outfit on. It was short, barely covering her ass and thighs. The neckline is off the shoulders, showing off her cleavage. Her dark, straight hair cascades down her back and over her shoulder. She's lost in thought. The way she looks in this outfit makes her horny, so horny. She wants someone to fuck her brains out in this outfit. As if on cue, her bedroom door swings open and, through the mirror, she can see Sam standing by the door frame.
"Sam! What are you doing here?" Isabella asks, alarmed, trying to pull down her skirt to cover herself, not realizing that the more she pulls down her skirt, the more her boobs threaten to pop out and her ass is in full view in the mirror behind her. Sam can't help but admire his sister's body. His old crush on her is coming back in full swing and going straight to his cock.
"Today is Tuesday the 18th? My first day here? Does that ring a bell?" he asks in a teasing tone. His eyes can't help but stare at her boobs and how good they look in that outfit.
"Oh... oh my god... I completely forgot!" Isabella blushes, realizing that she didn't bother locking the door, thinking she had the apartment to herself as usual.
"What's this?" Sam asks with a smirk on his face, motioning to the maid outfit.
"Maid outfit?" Isabella blushes even harder now. "I was just trying it out. I thought it looked... nice," she says softly. The feeling of embarrassment is overwhelming. She never thought her little brother, out of everyone, would see her like this, wearing such a lewd outfit.
"It does," Sam says matter-of-factly. "It looks really nice," he adds in a husky tone.
Isabella looks at Sam, surprised. "You think so?" she asks with a sweet smile as she turns back to the mirror. Her back is straight now with a bit more confidence. She no longer feels as embarrassed. Sam doesn't seem to judge her in any way for wearing something like this.
"Yeah, very nice," Sam says, biting his lip.
His eyes take in this new air of confidence around her as she fixes her hair in the mirror, her back to him. The view is delicious. The back of the dress dips a bit to show her back, although right now it's getting covered by her long, straight hair. The hem of the skirt ends right below her ass cheeks, showing off her beautiful legs. He feels his cock throb inside his jeans.
Without thinking twice, he closes the space between them and hugs Isabella from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. His hands drop down to her thighs, caressing the soft skin, raising her skirt just slightly.
"You look really good in this," Sam whispers against Isabella's ear, his voice husky and dripping with desire.
Isabella freezes when he touches her thighs and whispers, "Sam, what are you doing?"
She feels a little uncomfortable but doesn't say anything. She tries to ignore Sam and continues to fix her hair. Isabella doesn't want to admit that she's getting turned on. It's her little brother for God's sake. She can't like him like this.
"I can't help it. You look too good in this," Sam purrs in her ear.
Her resolve crumbling with each word. Sam kisses her exposed shoulder, moaning at the feel of her soft skin on his lips. Isabella gets a bit startled by the kiss. She was lost in thought and the kiss brought her right back. She can't move away. She doesn't want to move away even if she knows it's wrong.
"Why did you do that?" Isabella asks softly, looking down at Sam's hands on her thighs. Her cheeks sport a dark blush.
"I told you. I can't help myself. You look delicious in this sis." Sam explains. "Is... is that bad?" he asks hesitantly.
He never thought he would have the opportunity to act on his feelings. He could care less about societal norms. He only cared about what she thought. He only cared about whether she wanted him too or not.
"Yes?... No?..." Isabella sighs. "I don't know... but I really like it." She finally admits it to herself and to Sam.
Sam kisses her neck softly and she moves her head to give him more access.
"Can I do more?" Sam asks letting his lips brush against the sensitive skin of her neck as he speaks.
"What do you have in mind?" Isabella asks while nodding. Her voice comes out breathy.
"Let me show you," he whispers.
Sam's hands begin to caress her thighs again but this time they're inching closer to her inner thighs. His fingers lightly gracing the sensitive skin causing Isabella to gasp and push her hips back. Her ass is now pressed against Sam's very hard cock. Both Isabella and Sam moan at the feeling. Sam's hands on her thighs tighten keeping her ass pressed against his now throbbing cock.
"Fuck," Sam breathes out. "I've been wanting to do this to you for so long," he confesses as his lips suck and nibble on her neck and naked shoulder. His fingers lightly touch her pussy over her underwear. Isabella moans as her head lolls back on Sam's shoulder.
"Really?" She moans again. "You've been thinking about me like this?"
"God yes! You've always driven me crazy. You're so hot sis and you've always been so nice to me. I wanted to have you in every way possible." Sam confesses as his hand sneaks inside Isabella's panties cupping her bare pussy. "This pussy, God I've imagined doing the unspeakable to this pussy."
Sam's middle finger pushes past Isabella's pussy lips to find her folds dripping wet. He gasps and moans, drawing slow sensual circles on her clit. Isabella moans. Her hand flies to hold on to Sam's hand but she doesn't stop him.
"I," she needs a minute to think about what to say. Between Sam's confession and his finger playing with her clit, it's hard to make up coherent sentences. "I didn't know you felt like that about me." She moans loudly when Sam speeds up a bit. "Oh god that feels good."
Sam is moaning and groaning in Isabella's ear. The fact that he's finally doing this with his sister and the image in the mirror is driving him wild.
"Did you ever... think of me this way?" He moves her hair out of the way and cups her boob with his free hand, toying with her nipple over the fabric of the maid's dress.
"Oh my god! You're driving me crazy," Isabella moans. "I... no, I didn't. You were just my little brother but... I can't deny I love this. I don't want you to stop. Oh God! Please don't stop," she pleads.
Sam groans at her plea. The sounds go straight to his dick. "Fuck... then can I have my way with you?" He asks rolling his hips pushing his hard on against her ass even further.
"Oh my God! Yes! Please do it Sam. Please have your way with me," Isabella pleads pushing her hips back in the most needy way possible, whining at the feeling on his cock almost pocking her asshole.
"I'm going to make you feel so good sis," Sam whispers as he begins to suck on her neck harder, leaving love bites over every part of her skin his lips can reach.
He pulls down the front of her maid dress letting her boobs fall out. She's not wearing a bra and the cool air makes her nipples stand tall. Sam continues to play with her now naked tits, rolling and softly pulling her nipples between his fingers. His other hand begins to rub on Isabella's clit harder, determined to make her cum for him. Isabella is a moaning mess. Everything he's doing is driving her crazy and so close to the edge. Her breath quickens and her thighs begin to shake.
"Oh god I'm cumming... I'm going to cum Sam!" she screams as she finally reaches her climax. Sam slows down a bit helping her ride out her orgasm.
"Mmm good girl. You came so hard for me sis." Sam purrs in her ear.
He takes his hand out of her panties. Isabella sees his hand glistening with her juices and blushes. Poor girl blushes even harder when she sees Sam licking his hand clean and moaning at the taste of her. He drops down to his knees and pulls down Isabella's panties in one swipe making her gasp at the sudden exposure. She steps out of them and Sam stuffs them in his pocket making Isabella blush at the action.
"Hands on the wall next to the mirror sis and push your ass out." Isabella does as told.
"Yeah just like that. Arch your back." Sam hisses as he sees Isabella's wet pussy right over his face. Her maid skirt surrounds her pretty ass.
Sam grabs her hips tight and pulls her down on his open mouth. Her pussy sits right on his tongue. She gasps at the sensation. The lewd position makes her wetter. Her good girl image made all her past boyfriends assume she wouldn't be into something so obscene. She wasn't the type to ask for more either. Sam begins to lick and eat her pussy like a starving man. His tongue laps up all her juices then he proceeds to wrap his lips around her clit, suck and tease it with his tongue. Isabella whimpers and squirms at the teasing. Her clit is still a bit sensitive from her first orgasm.
"Make me cum again... Please I want to feel it again," she moans while grinding her pussy on Sam's mouth, desperate for more.
Sam groans against her pussy the vibrations causing her to moan loudly. He begins sucking hard. Isabella moans loudly as he latches on to her clit. Her body shudders and her legs start to shake.
"Oh god... yes... yes... yes... don't stop please don't stop."
Sam continues sucking hard on her clit as he pushes two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. Isabella screams out in pleasure as Sam starts fingering her. Her whole body trembles and her legs shake uncontrollably. Nobody has ever made her feel this good. Nobody has ever played with her pussy in such a lewd way. Sam pumps his fingers even faster out of her drenched hole and sucks her clit like a mad man. She grips the walk tightly as he continues. Her body is overwhelmed with pleasure. Isabella can barely stand anymore and is about to collapse from the intensity of the sensations.
"Please... I'm going to cum... I can't hold it anymore..." Isabella whimpers out causing Sam to go rougher on her as a response. She cries out as she reaches her climax, her body shaking violently and her legs giving out. Sam is quick to take his head out of the way and ease her down to the floor. She's gasping for air trying to recover from the intense orgasm. Sam rubs her back soothingly.
"You ok sis?" he asks a bit concerned.
Isabella nods and a small smile appears on her lips. "Yeah... I'm okay... that was incredible," she moans leaning back against Sam.
Sam smiles kissing her neck softly and playing with her exposed tits. "Glad you liked it sis because I have so much more for you. Are you ready for the main event?" He asks teasingly.
Isabella blushes hard. "Oh... you mean... that?" she asks shyly.
"Say it," Sam demands rolling her nipples between his fingers.
Isabella moans. "You're going to.. make love to me," she whispers.
"That I am. I'll make sure you feel loved sis but that's not what I wanted to hear." He moans in her ear. "You know what I want to hear. Don't play coy with me big sis." He groans in her ear as he pinches her nipples.
Isabella gasps at the sweet pain. "You're going to fuck me," she moans as Sam eases up on her nipples. She got the right answer.
"Mmm do you like hearing me say things like that?" she moans out.
"I fucking love it. I know you hate being the goodie two shoes everyone makes you out to be. How about..." he whispers in her ear seductively, "you are the dirty little slut you actually want to be, with me sis. I won't judge. In fact, I'm going to enjoy every second of it. Mmm just look at what you're wearing. No goodie two shoes wears something this slutty just because it's cute. Bullshit sis. Bull...shit" he whispers the last part.
Isabella moans. "You're right. I hate having to be good and proper all the time. Please fuck my brains out baby. Fuck me like the slut I want to be."
"Mmm good girl." Sam answers pushing her forwards to her hands and knees, making her arch her back. The position causing her pussy and ass to be on full display for him. "Fuck sis, you look delicious like this. With your ass up in the air and your wet pussy for me to take. All in this slutty maid outfit." He moans, "I'm going to wreck you big sis. Tell me, what is it that you wanted again?" he asks teasingly as he undresses and rubs his hard cock on her wet pussy entrance.
Isabella moans loudly. Her body shivers as she feels Sam's cock. "I want you to fuck me like a slut."
"Gladly," is the only thing Sam says before pushing his cock in Isabella's pussy. He pushes it deep inside her, so so deep. She lets out a gasp as he enters her, her body tensing up at the sudden intrusion. But she quickly relaxes at the sensation of being completely full.
"Feeling good?" he asks letting her adjust to his size and not moving until she says he can.
She nods biting her bottom lip enjoying the feel of Sam's cock deep inside her. Her pussy squeezes around him as she adjusts to his very hard thick cock. He's bigger than anyone she has ever fucked before. Sam pulls her closer making her take his dick deeper. Isabella lets out a loud moan as she feels him hit her cervix. Her body trembles with pleasure and she can't help but let out a series of loud moans and gasps as Sam starts moving inside of her. He's moving slow and sensual making sure he buries himself deep inside her with every trust. Every trust makes her eyes roll as she feels him in her tummy.
"Sammy I want it rough," she mellows out looking at Sam through the mirror. Her eyes glazed over with desire.
"Mmm, do you now? Fuck... you're so hot sis," Sam growls as he pulls out of her almost completely, leaving only the tip of his dick inside before slamming back in, setting an insane pace.
He's giving her exactly what she wants. He's fucking her hard and fast. Isabella lets out a loud scream of pleasure as Sam starts pounding into her from behind. Her entire body jerks forward with each trust. Sam sneaks his fingers through Isabella's hair and pulls it back making her arch her back. The position causes Sam's cock to go deeper into Isabella's wet cunt. She lets out a low moan as Sam pulls her hair, her back arching back to accommodate him. Isabella can feel the intensity of his movements even more now. Her insides feel like they're melting every time Sam hits that delicious spot inside of her.
"Fuck," Sam moans in her ear. "Such a good little slut for me sis."
Sam's hands grab Isabella's tits fucking himself harder into her. She gasps feeling his fingers dig into the soft flesh. The sensation sends jolts of pleasure through her body. She lets out a series of breathy moans as Sam continues to pound her like the slut she wants to be. He pinches her nipples, pulling them and rolling them between his fingers. Isabella lets out a loud scream as her body begins to convulse. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as wave after wave of pleasure rips through her. Sam pounds her even harder, his own climax starting to wreck him. Isabella can't hold herself up anymore and softly lies herself limp on the floor moaning and whimpering as Sam holds her hips up still pounding her like a mad man. With loud groans and growls of pleasure, Sam pushes his cock as deep as he possibly can and cums hard inside Isabella's used up pussy. Streams of hot sticky cum coat Isabella's insides. She moans and squirms as she fills her pussy getting filled to the brim. Sam groans and hisses in her ear as he presses his body to her back. They're both exhausted but content basking in the afterglow of their orgasms.
Sam pulls out of Isabella's wet and stretched out pussy, hissing at the overstimulation of her muscles spasming around him. He moans at the sight of his cum slowly oozing out of her cunt. Sam grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them apart to get a better look and basically growls at the view. Her pussy is red from the friction of their love making, her folds are glistening with her pussy juices, and in the center there's a beautiful cream pie. Sam bends down to kiss her hip, letting go of her ass cheeks and rolling her on her side, hugging her tight. She snuggles up to him sighing contently.
Sam chuckles and brushes her hair out of the way. "Did you like it sis?" He asks looking at her softly.
Isabella nods, her voice soft and dreamy. "It was... amazing. I didn't know it could feel this good." She laughs softly.
"Oh definitely... especially if the guy knows how to fuck." Sam says in a playful tone shooting her an exaggerated wink.
Isabella bursts out laughing. "You definitely know how to... do that," she says not feeling brave enough to say it out loud.
Sam grins. "Do what? Say it."
"You know... you're a... really good lover." Isabella says softly, her cheeks sporting a soft blush.
"No, say what I said. Come on let me hear it. You sound so hot when you say crude words like I do big sis." Sam says huskily, biting his lip in anticipation.
Isabella blushes and moans softly. The way Sam looks at her like she's the most delicious thing he has ever seen sends jolts of pleasure and confidence through her body. She takes a deep breath. "You know how to make me cum... with your cock... when you pound me and stretch out my pussy," she moans. "You know how to fuck me Sammy." She looks up at him with big eyes waiting for his approval.
"Oh my god! You drive me insane sis." He catches her lips in a passionate kiss. When they break away panting he adds, "That's it. Don't be shy with me. You can be a pervert with me. I won't judge. Never. I don't think there's a single thing you can do or want to try that would make me judge you. If something is not my cup of tea, I'll tell you, but I can assure you that 9.9 times out of 10 you're just going to make my cock throb for you baby. So go wild on me okay? I don't want to see the usual good girl unless you want to be her. Okay?"
Isabella kisses Sam with no resolve this time. No more restraints, relieved at the idea of not being judged no matter what. She relaxes and lets herself go, not holding back anymore. She deepens the kiss and sneaks a hand to touch Sam's still soft cock. He hisses at her touch, still very sensitive from having just cummed but he lets her do as she pleases loving the way she's taking the initiative. He sneaks a hand between her thighs to touch her clit but she whimpers and squirms also very sensitive. Sam chuckles and breaks the kiss, pecking her lips softly.
"Someone's very sensitive huh?" He kisses her lips softly again. "Let's get you cleaned up and in bed for some snuggles. We don't have to do everything today. It won't feel too good if you're this sensitive sis." Isabella pouts, wanting to keep going but knowing she can't take anymore. Just his fingers gracing her clit had her crying out from oversensitivity.
"Oh come on cutie!" Sam chuckles at her cuteness. "You liked my cock that much huh?" he asks and Isabella bites and licks her lips looking at his cock. "Fuck, don't answer that! You're gonna get me hard again! Come with me, you horny little minx. Let's get you in the shower and in bed to rest. I'm not fucking you again until you can take it without whimpering so much!" He sits up and grabs her hands guiding her to the bathroom, doing exactly as promised. Isabella sleeps like a baby wrapped in her brother's arms, excited about the future pleasure he promised.




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I woke up a bit disoriented. My chest feels heavy and... warm? My eyes shot open but I immediately smile when I see Isa's head on my chest, snoring away--a koala snoozing on a tree branch.

This has to be a dream, right? RIGHT?!

The memories of everything we did come flooding back like a tsunami. My cheeks flush and I bite my bottom lip keeping myself from going full-on teenage girl in love.

Fuck! Oh. My. God! Isa and I... FUCKED! Oh my God!

I still can't believe it. If she wasn't drooling all over my chest right now, I wouldn't believe she was here sleeping with me. I look down at her face taking in every millimeter of her features.

God, she's beautiful! Drool, snores and all!

My chest hurts and the fucking butterflies keep choreographing in my stomach. I tangle my fingers in her messy morning hair and scratch her scalp. I can't help but sigh. I never thought I would have her like this. Like something more than my older sister. I thought I would die without tasting her lips, without seeing the faces she makes when she cums, or hearing the sweet noises that fall out of her bruised-up lips when she's all spent but I keep fucking her delicious pussy. God her pussy.... I knew it would taste divine and feel like heaven on earth wrapped around my dick.

I feel Isa stir and stop snoring. I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. I don't know how to approach this situation right now and I'm not ready for this dream to end.

Isabella

I wake up slowly, feeling the rise and fall of Sam's chest. Steady then erratic. I wonder what he's thinking. What's going through his head.

Are you regretting what we did?

He's awake. I know that for sure or else he would be snoring my ear off. My chest hurts.

"Sleep well?" I ask trying to sound as normal as I can. I keep my head on his warm chest not daring to look at his face. Not yet. Sam doesn't answer and it scares me so much. His heart is going a mile a minute.

What's going through your head Sam?

Being a mind reader would be so handy right now. I start drawing circles on his chest with my fingertip trying to calm both of our nervous hearts. His skin feels delicious under my middle finger. I should be thinking of a way to proceed but all I can think of is how I wish my lips were on his chest instead of my fingers. I want to kiss him all over, taste every inch of his skin. I flatten my hand on his chest and my pinky brushes against his nipple. Sam's heart quickens and his breathing hitches. I can't help the grin that spreads on my lips.

You rascal... you're not regretting what we did. You're getting turned on again.

I reach for his nipple and slowly and softly circle it with my finger. I hear his breath hitch again and my chest swells with pride. A wave of confidence washes over my body and floods my brain. I stick my tongue out and tentatively lick the nipple that's closer to my mouth. A soft groan escapes Sam's lips. I continue to flick his nipple with my tongue while I play with the other. Soft grunts and moans fall out of his plump lips. My lips surround his right nipple and begin to suck on it lightly as my hand sneaks down his stomach to his hard member. I brush the length of it with my fingers, teasing him slowly.

"Isa please... fuck don't tease me like that," Sam groans out. His voice is so deep and groggy that it goes straight to my core. My thighs squeezed together on their own accord.

Sam

This girl is anybody's wet dream. Fuck... the way she's sucking on my nipple and teasing my cock is driving me insane. God, I don't want her to stop, ever! Hell, I never knew I liked my nipples sucked but here I am, moaning like a bitch for my sister. She starts palming my cock over the covers and I lose it. My hips buck against her hand like a fucking virgin. I need more. I need everything.

"Fuck Isa please just touch me already!" Her answer to my plea? She stops touching my fucking cock and only teases my nipple with her tongue.

I grab a fist full of her hair and pull her head back to look at me. My cock twitches at the sight. The little shit is grinning from ear to ear. "Enjoying yourself?" I ask trying to keep a straight face like I wasn't just moaning for her to touch me more. "Answer me," I demand while my grip on her hair tightens. She moans and her eyes roll to the back of her head.

"Yes..." she whispers, "I'm loving the way you react to me." She looks me dead in the eyes. "I want to taste you, Sammy." She whispers at the same time as her hand sneaks under the duvet and squeezes the head of my cock. Her usually innocent sapphire eyes are completely clouded with lust now. With want... for me. A growl rumbles from my chest. She's going to be the death of me.

FUCK! I want my cock deep down that pretty little mouth of hers.

"Yeah? You didn't get enough yesterday? You had your little brother's big fat dick deep in your tight little cunt and now you want it down your throat?"

Isa moans and wiggles trying to get out of my tight grip on her hair. "Please," she begs. "Please let me taste you, Sammy." Her hand strokes my cock up and down spreading my pre-cum all over. I groan, throwing my head back enjoying what Isa is doing to my cock. I loosen my grip on her hair and scratch her scalp soothing the sting. I lick my lips before speaking.

"Suck my cock baby"

Isabella

Everything Sam does drives me insane. Even the rough pulling on my hair has my clit begging to be touched, to be played with until I come undone. Right now, though, what I want most than to be pleasured is to pleasure Sam. I want to taste his cock and feel him in my mouth. As I feel his grip loosen, I shimmy my way down leaving a trail of wet kisses on my way. The need to have him in my mouth surprises me. I've never been one to enjoy giving oral. I've never found it fun to be used like that.

I pull down the covers to reveal Sam's hard cock. I didn't get to see it well yesterday. I was too lost in the pleasure he was giving me. I lick my lips at the sight of it in front of me. He looks delicious. His cock is thick and long. The tip of my middle finger is nowhere close to touching the tip of my thumb as I surround his length with my hand.

How on earth did it fit in me?

His head looks red and angry, swollen with the need to be touched. I'm not sure how to go about this. I've never been the one in control when it comes to blow jobs, much less initiate them. I move my face closer to his cock letting the engorged head glide on my lips as I look up at Sam. He hisses and looks at me like a feral animal. I can tell he's restraining himself, letting me explore on my own. I stick my tongue out to taste his pre cum and my head spins. The hunger from before comes back in full force taking over my body and possessing my actions.

I open up and take Sam's cock in my mouth. I flatten my tongue and keep pushing my head down wanting to feel him down my throat. I never thought I'll ever crave the feeling of choking on someone's cock but that is exactly what I want the most right now. I feel Sam's cock finally hit the back of my throat triggering my gag reflex. His groans and moans make me wetter than I've ever been in my life from giving someone head. I start bobbing my head feeling Sam hit the back of my throat repeatedly. His muscles tense under my touch and the noises he makes make me want to spend the rest of my life sucking him off.

I get lost in the moment, the taste of him and the noises, everything is so lewd and overwhelming that I miss what Sam says. I know he said something, but I almost don't care. I want more. I want all of him. I bob my head faster, sucking harder, doing everything I know could drive him to the edge. The need to feel him cum down my throat is primal. I can't think of anything else but milking him for all he's worth.

"Isa I'm going to cum! Fuck, if you don't want my cum down your throat... get off now! Fucking hell I can't!" I finally caught what Sam was saying.

Why wouldn't I want him cumming down my throat? Why on earth would I not want my mouth to overflow with his cum?

He grabs the back of my head and attempts to pry me off, but I swat his hand away. I want to drink and taste every single drop of his release. I sink myself onto his cock deeper, as deep as I possibly can. I try to relax my throat when I feel my gag reflex come back. He's so deep I can't help but moan. I feel Sam's cock twitch and his muscles get even more rigid. A storm of curse words and groans start flowing out of his mouth when I feel it. The hot sticking ropes coating the back of my throat. I force myself deeper, so deep it surprises me when I feel my nose hit his naval and get buried between his public hair. His fingers tangle in my hair and the sting of him fisting it is delicious. He's squirming and bucking his hips into my throat when I feel him pull my head up and away from his cock. I gasp for air. My body feels hot and tingly.

From how hot that was? From lack of oxygen? I don't know and I'm not sure if I care.

I was quite literally choking on Sammy's cock. His laugh breaks me out of my daze.

"Fuck sis! I'd prefer it if you don't die with my cock down your throat."

Sam

She's going to be the death of me. A few minutes ago, she was seconds from passing out from lack of oxygen and now she's giggling while licking the cum that managed to flow out of the side of her mouth.

"You're unbelievable!" I say sitting up and pulling her by the back of her neck. My lips melt on hers. The taste of my cum on her tongue doing strange things to me. I've never met someone so eager to swallow my release like Isa. I capture her lips in a searing and sensual kiss pulling her as close as possible. Isa climbs on my lap pressing her body to mine. My cock stands tall and hard as a rock again brushing between her slick folds and softly prodding her entrance. We moan into each other's mouths as Isa pushes herself on my cock. She's so wet, my cock slips in with no resistance. Her pussy hugs my cock so deliciously tight it takes everything in me not to flip her over and wreck her tight little cunt. Fuck but as much as I want that right now, seeing her lost in pleasure fucking herself on my cock is a much more delicious sight. I leaned back taking it all in. The way her head is thrown back in pleasure, eyes screwed shut as moans and whimpers spill out of her so raw and real. Her boobs bouncing right along with her. Her hands placed delicately on my stomach to help her bounce on my cock. Her thighs spread wide and that delicious pussy wide open around my cock. Poor little sweet pussy getting impaled over and over by my cock. Such a good little pussy taking me so well.

As in a trance, my thumb connects with Isa's clit, and I begin to rub circles. Her pussy tightens on my cock, and I see stars. She begins to squirm, and her moans grow louder and needier announcing her desperation for release. She begins slamming herself on my cock and I can feel myself get so damn close.

Fuck! She's the hottest thing I've ever laid my eyes on. So fucking horny and desperate for my cock. God, she's beautiful...

"Sammy please... fuck me," a loud moan rips out her. "I need it harder Sammy please!" Isa begs desperately fucking herself on my cock and squirming under my teasing on her clit.

I lean forward and wrap one arm around her waist and the other on her head, bringing her down with me pressing her to my chest. In this position, I capture her lips. It feels so intimate, so... right. Her desperate moans break me out of my daze, and I begin pounding into her. I drink her moans and whimpers. Her pussy clamping on my cock only fuels me more. I want to feel her cum on my cock again.

No... I NEED to feel her cum all over my cock like I need air to breathe and food to survive.

I feel her body begin to tremble in my arms, her moans become louder and even more desperate. Her pussy clenches on my cock like a vice and that does it for me. My trusts become erratic the more desperate I get for my own release. I bury myself deep in my sister's pussy making her grind on me through her orgasm as I fill her to the brim with cum. I hear her whimper and go limp on my chest, still shaking from the aftermath of her release.

Yup... I'm most definitely addicted to fucking my older sister.

I hug her tight, not wanting to let her go just yet. My hand begins rubbing her back helping her come down from her high. Her warmth is delicious and comforting. I could spend the rest of my life like this...

Wait what? Where did that thought come from? Fuck... I think I want to spend the rest of my life like this with Isa. Could I?

"That was... good," Isa says softly breaking me out of my train of thought.

Isabella

A rumbly boyish laugh vibrates on Sam's chest. "You're seriously feeling shy right now?! After you quite literally were choking on my cock and begged for me to fuck you harder?" He gently pulls my face up to look at him and chuckles. "God you're so fucking adorable!" He exclaims right before kissing me softly. His lips are tender on mine like I might break if he kisses me too roughly. Sam hums into the kiss like my lips are his favorite flavor and my chest swells with a familiar feeling. A feeling I can't really put a finger on. Our lips continue to dance to a rhythm only we can feel, and our tongues continue to wrestle each other but it's not really wrestling. Neither Sam nor I are trying to win this match. There's no hunger or primal need. No thirst needs to be clenched. It's like our tongues are making love to each other... I feel my blood run cold.

Love?

"What's wrong?" I realized I had stopped kissing Sam.

I force a chuckle and shake my head softly. "I think I'm still a bit lightheaded," I lie.

Love...

"God! What am I going to do with you?" Sam says in a playful tone, rolling us both so that my back is now on the bed and he's above me. He presses a soft kiss on my lips and pulls out of me. We both moan at the feeling. We're still a bit sensitive from just having cummed and maybe some of all we did the night before.

He leans down to whisper in my ear, "Let me clean you up, okay?"

I nod absentmindedly, not realizing Sam's intentions until I feel his tongue on my entrance. I gasp and squirm, my back coming off the mattress still so sensitive as he laps up both of our cums from my pussy. He licks me softly and tenderly from my asshole to my sensitive clit. He takes my pussy lips and sucks them clean humming and moaning. He then kisses my inner thighs, my pussy, my pussy mount, my belly, each breast, my neck, my lips and finally my forehead. He keeps his lips pressed to my forehead for a bit longer. With each passing second my chest screams and my head spins with the realization that I might... feel something more for Sam. Something deeper and more complicated than lust.

"Rest up, okay? I'll go make some breakfast. I'm sure some food will make you feel better." He kisses my lips one last time before putting on a pair of boxers and going to the kitchen.

I'm left alone in my room, surrounded by the smell of sex and Sam's cologne impregnated on my skin.
Is this pressure in my chest... really love? Am I really falling for Sammy?

My sister had turned eighteen a couple of weeks before, and she was going to college in Oxford in the fall, so we all knew this may be our last family Mother Earth trip, even though we all promised to keep up the family tradition at whatever cost.
The first two days of the hiking trip had been an unequivocal disaster. We were all athletic and loved hiking so it was a great choice. Unfortunately, the weather gods were not kind to us. It down poured the whole time. The first day we didn't get half as far as we had hoped, and getting the tents up in the rain and wind was nasty. We went to bed early hoping the next day would be better.
The second day deceived us, Mother Nature clearly smiling as she teased us with her beauty and then unleashed her wrath. The sun was shining when we woke up, but by noon the sun had disappeared not to make another appearance all day, and the clouds pissed on us for a second straight day. Setting up camp was again an adventure and when it began snowing in the evening, on May 17th, we again went to bed early. That was the problem with Canada, there was no such thing as a time when there was no chance of snow.
Although my parents had always been prepared for the weather, they had not expected the below freezing temperatures that Mother Nature had thrown at us in May. My sister, Mary, whined, "I almost froze to death last night. I am not sure I can handle another night like last night."
My Mom set the spark that would start a forest fire of pleasure when she suggested, "Well, do what you two used to do."
"What is that?" my sister asked.
"You two used to zip your sleeping bags together and sleep as one," my mom revealed.
I pointed out, "Mom, we were ten."
She shrugged, "Just saying, it is one way to keep warm tonight."
Such a small thing, but like most things in life, it is the small things that slowly domino into something so much bigger. And it was that night, in the strange snowy conditions of the Rocky Mountains, that I first fucked my sister.
It started innocently enough. My sister and I were in our separate sleeping bags trying to get warm and get a good night's sleep. About twenty minutes into our attempt to sleep my sister said, "I am freezing."
My intentions were sincere and harmless, but it was one simple question that began our incestuous relationship. I asked, "Is there anything I can do?"
She asked, "Can we zip are sleeping bags together so I can steal your body warmth, like Mom suggested?"
Another innocent suggestion; the thought of fucking my sister wasn't even remotely in my head yet. Not to say I had never considered it, because I had, especially lately. My sister was two years younger than me, a young, ripe, 18-year-old young woman who had blossomed in her grade twelve year. Her chest developed, her ass firmed up. She had hazel eyes that looked right into you and her chestnut hair flowed to her shoulders. She was pretty in the old fashioned way in that she didn't wear a bunch of make-up like most woman do nowadays to conceal their insecurities, she didn't dress like a whore like so many teens did seeking attention instead of respect, and she was well-educated and showed it; unlike most of the vapid girls I had dated, but usually broke up with because they couldn't hold up a conversation. So, like all boys who had an attractive sister with big breasts, I stroked myself to thoughts of her on occasion. That said, I had never considered it a real possibility.
We zipped up our sleeping bags together like we had when we were kids and she cuddled into me to get warm. Almost simultaneously, as if the universe was playing incestuous Cupid, we heard Mom moaning in the nearby tent. My parents were pretty liberal in our upbringing and didn't hide that they still were passionately in love with each other. We had heard them having sex at home and on our trips for as long as I can remember.
My sister giggled, "Apparently they found their own way to get warm."
I quipped back, "Yes, but they are just warming up."
My sister laughed, as we knew the dirty talk would begin soon.
We listened intently for a couple of minutes before Dad finally said, "You like that, baby?"
"Oh yes, Cam, you feel so good in me," our mother replied.
I continued my witty commentary. "It seems to be heating up in there."
My sister was still shivering and asked, "Could you wrap your arm around me, Allen?"
I obliged, wrapping her up in my warmth.
Our Dad continued his dirty talk. "Bounce back on my cock, baby."
Mom must have obeyed because her moans increased exponentially.
I joked, "Dad is really kindling Mom's fire."
My sister retorted, "The flames of passion are keeping them warm."
Moans of our parents continued until Mom begged, "Harder Cam, harder, I'm so close, oh yes harder, harder, fuuuuuuuck!"
"And the volcano erupts," I announced.
My sister sighed. "I need my volcano to erupt. It has been dormant for way too long."
I played along with her confession. "It's too bad you are my sister. I have been told I can really light a fire."
"Yeah, too bad," she replied, although the way she said it confused me.
Silence lingered in our tent as Mom's moans continued until she said, "Come for me Cam. I want to taste you."
"Oh my God," Mary gasped. "Mom is blowing Dad."
My mother's words had made my cock grow and it was now in a completely awkward and uncomfortable position.
"I'm coming Janice, swallow it all," he grunted.
No longer able to handle my ill-positioned cock, I adjusted myself.
Mary mocked, "Does listening to your mother suck cock get you hard, big brother?"
I had never heard her talk dirty in my life, so hearing her say cock both shocked me and turned me on. I defended myself. "No, but I am a twenty-year-old guy. Just the sound of sex is enough to blow my load."
She shocked me again when she said, "I can't take it anymore."
"Take what?"
"I have to come," she announced.
"What?" I asked, stunned by the turn of this conversation.
The surprises kept coming when she grabbed my arm that was around her and put my hand on her braless breasts. "Do you find me attractive, big brother?"
Although I was the older one and usually rather suave with the ladies, I stammered, "U-u-um, yes, you are very cute."
"Oh," she responded, deflated.
"What is it, Mary?"
"'Cute' is the ultimate insult to a girl. It is like a guy being called 'nice'. Nice guys don't get laid. They have lots of girls who are friends, but not many girlfriends. No girl wants to be called 'cute'. Puppies are 'cute'," she explained.
My hand still firmly cupping her big breasts, I attempted to reflate her burst bubble. "Mary, you are very pretty and have turned into a sexy young woman, but it sounds weird to say such things to my sister."
She turned to face me, and even in the dark I could see her insecurity written all over her face. "Do you really find me sexy?"
My cock now fully erect, I said, "Yes, Mary. It is sometimes very hard to not check you out. Your breasts are barely ever concealed even when you are wearing sweaters. Your ass seems so perfectly tight and your smile would weaken any man, which it is doing right now."
Her hand went to my cock and she asked, "Oh my. Are you this stiff because you just heard Mom get fucked or because of your sister who desperately needs her fire to be extinguished?"
I answered honestly, "It grew listening to Mom and Dad but it's standing at attention for you, Mary."
She leaned in and kissed me. At first it was soft and tentative, but soon we were both exploring each other's mouths. My hand returned to her breasts and I fondled the luscious melons gently, while she slowly rubbed my cock through my sweats. We made out like horny teenagers for a long time, each of us unsure what to do next. How far was either of us willing to go?
I moved my hand down her belly and underneath her sweats. She moaned into my mouth in anticipation. I stayed above her panties, which were already rather damp. I put light pressure on her mound and she lifted her ass up to add more pressure. She broke the kiss and begged, "Please put a finger in, Allen."
I obliged my sister's request, slipping a finger easily inside her warm oven. I moved to her neck and splattered her with butterfly kisses while I slowly fingered her. She struggled to get her hand inside my sweats, but eventually did and grabbed my seven-inch member. She whispered, "Your cock is so big, big brother."
"Your pussy is so warm, baby sis," I returned the compliment.
I lifted up her sweatshirt and took her stiff left nipple in my mouth. She let out a gasp and said, "Oh yes, Allen, that feels so nice."
I took my time licking, nibbling and sucking on her nipples and breasts, my finger never leaving her hot box, all the while she stroked my cock the best she could from the awkward position.
She finally asked, her tone nervous as if I might reject her, "Can I suck your cock, big brother?"
I smiled and answered, "Only if I can lick your pussy too."
For someone so cold before, she was out of her sweats and panties with lightning speed. Not to be outdone, I was Clark Kent turning into Superman fast myself releasing my cock from its fabric prison.
We repositioned ourselves into a sixty-nine, me on my back and her straddling me, and together our mouths touched each other's forbidden jewels. Her warm lips wrapped around my cock melted me. At the same time as I reached up and extended my tongue to her wet pussy lips, I got a double surprise. Her scent, captured like a bouquet of roses in her pubic hair, was the most heavenly scent in the world. It was exotic and tangy and I was instantly addicted. Just as heavenly was her taste. It was like a blend of all the sweetest tastes of pleasure had collided in one super collision and this was the aftermath. As I lapped at her wet pussy lips, she slowly sucked my cock like she was a Hoover vacuum. Her lips melded onto my cock and she didn't so much suck my cock as worship it. Time stood still as we pleasured each other with tenderness, both of us not wanting the sibling intimacy to end. I was determined to make her volcano erupt and her lava flow, so I shifted from licking her pussy tenderly, to taking her hard clit in my mouth. The instant I did this she squeezed her mouth onto my cock and began bobbing eagerly, if on some unsaid cue. It was a race to see who would get the other off first. She created a funnel of warmth with her mouth, while I began to spank her clit with my tongue, desperate to trigger the long dormant volcano. She was now deep-throating my seven-inches of meat and I could feel my own lava boiling. Then suddenly it was like slow motion as the two of us became one. Just as my lava erupted from my volcano and into her mouth, her dormant volcano exploded too, coating my lips, tongue and face with her sticky sweet-scented lava. We both attempted to cool the lava by continuing to pleasure each other.
Being twenty, my cock didn't even consider shrinking and when my sister finally took my cock out of her oasis of pleasure; she rolled to her side and begged, "Big brother, please fill my oven with your big loaf."
I laughed. "We are still playing with heat metaphors are we?"
"Just shut up and fuck me. I need your cock in me soooooo bad," she pleaded.
I slid beside her and positioned my excited cock behind her. It was dark and the angle awkward and as I pushed forward she gave a slight yelp.
"Wrong hole," she informed me, reaching behind herself to guide my cock to her furnace of lust. I could feel the heat before I even entered and as my cock slipped between my sister's wet pussy lips I felt her push back, engulfing my cock. A loud moan escaped her lips and I reminded her, "Our parents are only a few feet away, baby sis."
She whispered, "Fuck me slow, big brother. I can get kind of animated when I am fucked hard."
My left arm dbangd over my beautiful sister as I slowly slid in and out of her hotbox. I cupped her breast and just held on gently. I can't explain it but we fit together so perfectly, like two puzzle pieces that finally finish the picture. I didn't think of her as my sister, but as a beautiful girl I was making love to. Her soft moans only enhanced the thrill. The slow burn inside her lasted forever, over half an hour before either of us said a word, both of us content in this intimate position.
Suddenly, she asked with a moan, her devious side coming out, "What do you think Mom would think of how we have dealt with the cold?"
"I would like to think she would appreciate that she inspired it. We did exactly what she suggested. We are staying warm the exact same way she is."
"Mmmmmm," my sister moaned, before changing the topic abruptly and shockingly. "Would you fuck Mom if the chance offered itself?"
"What was gotten into you?" I asked, shocked by my shy sister's dirty mouth and crazy question.
"You, although not as deep as I would like," she teased and moved her ass down a bit. "Mmmmmm, that's better."
The new angle gave me the opportunity for deeper penetration, which led to her moans getting louder.
Not answering her question, I turned it back on her. "Would you fuck Dad?"
"In a heartbeat," she answered, surprising me. "He is so rugged and still devilishly handsome for an older man."
Stunned by the conversation, while fucking nonetheless, I reminisced about Mom who was the centerpiece of my most constant stroke fantasy since I started beating my meat.
"Why did you stop, Allen, were you thinking of Mom while you are fucking me?"
I stammered, "S-s-sorry, just got lost in thought."
I continued the slow burn in her pussy until she said, "So would you fuck Mom?"
"Probably," I answered.
"Probably, my ass, you would fuck her in a heartbeat if you got a chance," she accurately hypothesized.
"Yeah, you are probably right."
"I usually am," she answered, before adding, "Go faster, big brother."
I picked up the pace and as I fucked my sister's perfect pussy. I reached around and made contact with her engorged clit. I began tapping on it. Completely forgetting our parents were in a tent just a few feet away from us, I began fucking her faster, my body crashing into hers each thrust forward.
My sister's moans increased in volume with each hard thrust forward. She said, "Oh big brother, I love your cock inside me."
"Your pussy fits me like a glove, baby sister," I replied, returning the compliment.
Her moans increased and I whispered, "The rents are going to hear you."
"I don't care," she moaned, far past the point of no return, "just don't stop fucking me."
I continued the deep thrusts inside her and her moans continued to get louder. "Oh god yes, Allen, I am close baby, harder, fuck your sister harder," she begged.
Petrified of being caught, I flipped her onto her stomach, my cock never leaving her cunt, and leaned forward.
Loud moans began to escape her lips and I covered her mouth with my hand. Her mouth silenced, I pistoned in and out of her like a well-oiled machine. I could feel her hot breath on my hand as she kept breathing heavily while I drilled her hard. The new angle allowed me to fill her completely. A couple of minutes of this deep hardcore pounding and she screamed into my hand. I didn't slow down as her orgasm spread through her like a seven on the Richter Scale. Feeling her juices all around my cock was the final straw and I filled my sister's pussy with my seed.
Both exhausted, I positioned her back to her side, my cock still in her. I cuddled her like I would a lover after sex.
She whispered, "I love you, Allen,"
"I love you too, Mary," I returned, kissing the back of her neck.
We both drifted in slumber, my cock beginning to shrink inside her, our relationship changed forever. I knew this wouldn't be a onetime thing. I not only loved my sister as a sibling, I also loved her as a lover. My arms wrapped around her, we each drifted into our own subconscious where our dark kink lives. But tonight in our subconscious was only our conflicting emotions springing from what we had done tonight.
In the moments before sleep I knew without a doubt that I'd just had the best and most intimate sex I had ever had, and I wondered how society could think something that felt so right could possibly be so wrong.
As I drifted away, sure in my mind that what we had done was not wrong, I wondered was fucking Mom possible. Although my cock began to grow with the thought of such a fantasy becoming real, I shook it off as unrealistic. Yet...the days that followed in the great Canadian wilderness would make my unrealistic fantasy very, very real....
The end





silkstockingslover

Cold. I was so damn cold. I tossed and turned, trying to bundle myself up with my blanket in any way that would provide the most warmth. Unfortunately, I had zero luck. Wrapped up like a human burrito, I was still freezing.

The cold hard ground of the tent's floor sent chills down my spine. Ice cold night air crept around me and any part of my body not encompassed by the blanket froze. I was shivering, leaving my teeth chattering and bones shaking. I couldn't remember a time when I was ever that cold.

We were on our first family camping trip of the spring, sleeping in a large one-family tent. My parents and their two kids, my older sister Claire and I. Our family loved to camp and we made it a point to go right from the spring to autumn. We were seasoned campers, but for this trip, I had been unprepared. I was playing video games the previous morning and left packing until the last minute. In the rush I forgot my sleeping bag, leaving me in the freezing predicament I was in.

For a late spring camping trip, it was warm during the day, but got cold at night, sometimes creeping below freezing. Yet there I was in a sweater and pants, wrapped up in a thin extra blanket my mom packed for sitting next to the campfire.

I looked around the tent at my sleeping family and envied them. They were all fast asleep unaffected by the cold. We all had thermal sleeping bags that maintained warmth, so I was sure none of them even felt any signs of the cold. I was on the edge of the tent, Claire slept right next to me and then our parents were on the opposite side. "I'm so stupid," I thought to myself.

Nonetheless, there I was, trying to find any way to conserve any body heat with the blanket I was given, which proved to be an impossible task. The blanket was too thin and too small. I would feel the cold on a part of my body and shift to wrap it up in the blanket, only to leave another part exposed to the cold due to the blanket being too small.

It must have been a few hours into the night by the time Claire had had enough of my moving around. I guessed she wasn't as fast asleep as I thought she was.

"Are you ever gonna stop moving? I can't fucking sleep." She whispered, angrily.

"Sorry, I'm freezing to death here. This blanket is so thin," I responded, also whispering to not wake our parents.

I faced the wall of the tent, so Claire's voice came from behind me. I didn't bother turning to face her because I was scared to lose any heat if I moved.

"Maybe bring your sleeping bag next time."

"Ha ha..."

"Are you seriously that cold?"

"Yeah... Can't you hear my teeth chattering?"

"Just put on some more layers."

"I'm already wearing my sweater and pants. Any other clothing I would have to climb over Mom and Dad to get to my bag."

"Wow... You really are unprepared for everything."

"Okay... I don't need any more scolding."

"Well stop moving then. I can't sleep with you bumping into me or moving every ten seconds."

"I'll try not to... Night."

"Night."

Our conversation ended there. I tried one last time to wrap my blanket completely around my body to keep myself warm for the night. Unfortunately, I only lasted a few minutes before I had to switch positions again. My feet weren't completely covered and quickly became cold.

Claire let out a large sigh of frustration when my foot accidentally hit her sleeping bag.

"Okay that's it," Claire started.

"I'm sorry," I said, cutting her off.

"No, come here."

From over my shoulder, I heard Claire shifting around in her sleeping bag. Then I heard the zipper quietly being unzipped. I turned around to face her, trying to see what she was doing.

Claire faced me, resting on her forearm and holding herself sitting up. Her blonde hair was tousled around her head and hung downward. She wore an oversized t-shirt from her college and I noticed she wasn't wearing pants when I saw her holding the side of the sleeping bag open. Her bare long legs lay comfortably in the sleeping bag. She looked drowsy and annoyed, but pretty as always. Claire was a beautiful girl and even though she was my older sister I noticed it.

"Come on," She whispered while telling me to hurry up with her hand movements, "it's cold."

"What?"

"Get in, you can sleep in my sleeping bag."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! I would like to get some sleep tonight."

I relented at first, not wanting to be stuffed into a single sleeping bag with my older sister, but after picturing how the rest of my night would go otherwise, I agreed.

"Okay."

I removed the blanket from on top of myself and slid over to Claire. She stopped me with her hand on my chest.

"Hold up... You're not sleeping in here with your outside clothes. Get your pjs on."

"I just have a t-shirt and boxers under this."

"That's fine. Those old pants are probably full of dirt and shit."

"Freak."

"You know what, maybe you can keep using the blanket."

"Okay, okay, I'm taking 'em off."

I stripped my sweater and pants off, piling them in the corner of the tent. I was left in only my T-shirt and boxers. The night air was nipping at my skin, so I hurriedly squirmed to Claire and zipped the sleeping bag closed around us.

Claire's sleeping bag was meant to hold heat and immediately I could feel the warmth soothing my body.

"Ahhh... This is better," I admitted.

"You're welcome."

"Thanks."

"Night."

"Night."

The sleeping bag left a little wiggle room. Claire and I weren't squished together within it, but we were slightly touching at the hip and shoulder. However, I didn't mind at all because the warmth emanating from her body was relaxing.

Very quickly my body forgot the terrible feeling of being extremely cold and I was getting comfortable. I couldn't help but appreciate how kind Claire was in allowing me to sleep with her.

She was always a motherly older sister that looked after me. Aside from annoying each other at times, our sibling relationship was loving. We cared for and appreciated one another. I would have to find a way to make it up to her for allowing me to sleep with her.

We attempted to sleep side by side for a while, but it proved to be challenging. We were stretching the sleeping bag as far as it could go horizontally and it was compressing against both of our chests.

Eventually, we decided to sleep on our sides, back to back. That way we created slightly more room to breathe. Quickly, Claire was falling asleep as I heard her breath soften and space out.

I was relaxed and sharing Claire's warmth. I could feel her backside pressed against mine. Her t-shirt covered back, expanding and withdrawing with each breath.

I was also feeling her butt pressed against my lower back. Normally I would have been weirded out by that contact. Even sleeping so close to Claire felt awkward, but I didn't care because I knew the alternative was freezing.

Before I knew it I passed out and reawakened sometime later that night. I realized quickly that what woke me was Claire's movements. She was changing her position and it shook me slightly, enough to wake me.

I felt Claire's arm hug me, followed by her body pressing up against me. She was spooning me. I looked over my shoulder out of curiosity. I wondered if Claire was awake or sleeping.

Claire must've seen me look at her in the dark, so she said, "Sorry... This is better."

I didn't respond, neither agreeing nor denying. I just tried to fall back asleep. Very quickly, I found I loved being spooned like this by Claire. I felt safe and sound in her arms. My protective big sister who allowed me to join her in her sleeping bag was now holding me so dearly. I was comfortable and I drifted to sleep straight away.

Once again I was awakened in the night. Unfortunately, this time my arm had fallen asleep. I couldn't even feel my arm anymore as I tried to shake it awake. I was sleeping on my side for too long, cutting off the circulation, so I needed to adjust my position. I would have to turn to my other side.

Claire still clung onto my back and had her arm around me holding my chest. I had to turn and face her. Trying not to wake her, I turned slowly. My efforts were for not because Claire was woken up immediately by my movements.

"Sorry, arm fell asleep. I can't feel it," I told the groggy Claire.

"It's okay. Here we can sleep like this."

Claire grabbed my numb arm and flipped around, placing my arm around her shirt-covered tummy. We had traded positions and now I was the big spoon. I held Claire with my arm and she cuddled close to my chest. My hand rested on her firm belly.

Within minutes Claire seemed to have fallen back asleep, but I was unable to. I was cuddling with Claire, my kind older sister, holding her warm body against me. The natural smell of her hair filled my nostrils. I could feel every one of her breaths against my chest as her back expanded into me.

Claire moved backward, pressing up into my body further. We were connected by our warmth. It felt great to embrace her in the spooning position, but I felt something stir within me that made my heart beat twice as fast.

Claire's firm butt was pressed against my crotch. I tried backing up my lower body to leave some space between us, but she soon backed up to match me. Soon I had no more sleeping bag wiggle room to back up into and I was stuck pressed against her butt.

As natural as it was for a virgin teen boy, all the blood in my body was being sent down to my dick. There was no way I could just fall asleep then. My heart rate increased and my body felt hot. I was scared to wake Claire and embarrassed I was getting a boner from cuddling with my sister.

My hardening penis pressed up into my boxers and slotted itself right between Claire's butt cheeks. I was getting harder by the minute and my loose boxers were no help in containing my protruding member. It was beginning to stand up straight.

I was hoping Claire was asleep because I didn't know how I would be able to explain myself if she confronted me. I desperately tried to get rid of the boner. I flexed my arm muscles, I thought of every unsexy thing imaginable, but nothing could alleviate the feeling of an ass pressed against my hard cock.

My heart was pounding and with all of my struggling Claire woke up. She shifted slightly, still holding my arm against her tummy when she froze. She must have noticed what was poking her.

She looked over her shoulder at me and I mouthed an "I'm sorry" to her. She shook her head and pushed me away, removing the contact our lower bodies had.

"Get rid of that, What the fuck," Claire scolded me, keeping her voice quiet to not wake our parents.

"I've been trying to," I responded.

"Well try harder you perv."

"I'll turn around."

"Good."

I turned around, now lying back against back with Claire. I was more embarrassed than I had ever been. I got a boner from my older sister and she caught me. I couldn't tell if Claire was grossed out or not. She was facing the other way and seemed like she was trying to sleep.

I was struggling because no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get rid of my raging erection. Something about sleeping with a girl was getting my virgin penis excited beyond comparison. My cock was hard as a rock and strained against my boxers, begging to be freed.

After what felt like 5 minutes of laying there, trying to sleep, I felt Claire turn around. She hugged me from behind and began spooning me like she had earlier.

"I'm sorry for getting mad... It's only natural... I think I was just freaked out," She whispered into my ear from behind.

I was glad she wasn't upset. "I'm sorry too... It just happened," I told her.

"Was it cus my butt was against you?"

"Kinda... I think it was just the fact I was so close to a girl," I admitted, embarrassed.

"It's normal. It happens to a lot of guys while cuddling."

"Does it?"

"Yeah... My exes used to get boners while cuddling all the time."

"I could've lived without that information."

"Sorry... Are you still hard?"

"Yeah," I answered reservedly. It felt weird talking about my erection with my sister.

Her hand was placed against my chest and she slowly crept it down to my stomach before resting it there. It was as if she wanted to keep going further down my body, but stopped herself. Her hand placement was giving me goosebumps.

How on Earth was I ever supposed to lose my erection then? My sister was holding me so tightly into her body. I could feel her breasts pressed against my back, her nipples poking me. Her hand rested only inches above my rock-hard penis.

"You're so tense," Claire broke the silence.

"I'm not," I denied.

"Are you embarrassed?" Claire rubbed her hand around my stomach. I swear she inched slightly closer to my groin area when she eventually rested her hand again.

"I'm just trying to lose my boner... But to be honest, cuddling isn't working in my favor."

"Why? Am I turning you on?"

"No..."

"I could feel your heartbeat get faster when I asked you. I think you're lying."

"I swear."

"Liar."

"I swear..."

There was a quiet pause before either of us said anything else. I could feel Claire's warm breath against the back of my head. She held me tight and I felt comfortable and safe in her arms yet again.

"I..." Claire broke the silence with a whisper, "I know a way to help it go away."

"How?"

Claire didn't respond with words. Instead, she moved into my body, even closer than she already was. Once she was comfortable with her position and her body completely encompassed mine, she removed her hand from my stomach.

I truly didn't know what to expect next as Claire kept her thoughts to herself. I was stunned when I felt her hand place itself right on top of my boxer-covered penis. I jolted from the surprise, thinking Claire accidentally touched me there.

"It's okay," she whispered into my ear, "let me make it go away."

I relaxed in her hold, letting her lead the way. She replaced her hand on my member and explored my size, gliding her hand throughout my cock. It felt nice to have someone other than myself feel my penis for the first time. It was giving me butterflies in my stomach.

She played with my cock through my boxers for about thirty seconds before she slipped her hand underneath my waistband. Claire pushed the waistband over my standing erection and freed my genitals from my boxers. I raised my hips allowing her to move them further down my legs, but she stopped pulling them off around my upper thighs.

I was now eagerly waiting for her to touch me again. Finally, her hand found my penis again and the skin-on-skin contact was exhilarating. The first time my penis was being touched. Claire began stroking my cock, slowly, going up and down my shaft. Her delicate and soft hand slid from my glans to the base of my shaft.

We were keeping quiet and I stayed perfectly still. I was scared to wake up our parents who were sleeping only a few feet away. What would happen if we were caught doing something so taboo?

I didn't know how to feel about the fact that Claire was jerking me off, but she was my older sister, so I trusted her. If she was okay and unbothered then why should I be? She was just helping me out and then we'd both be able to go back to sleep.

Her dry stroking felt great on my virgin penis, but it wasn't enough to get me off. She wasn't able to grip as hard due to the dry skin-on-skin contact. Claire sensed this and removed her hand for a second. I felt her shifting behind me and heard a quiet spitting sound. When her hand reached back for my penis there was a wet sensation. She must have spat in her hand for lube.

The warm feeling of wetness around my penis was sending new levels of pleasure around my body. Claire's grip increased in strength and she picked up her speed. We continued like this for a minute or so until Claire picked up her speed once more, this time adding a twisting motion to her stroking. By then I was oozing precum onto her fingers and palm.

Unfortunately, with the added speed and wetness of her spit, there was a growing sound of fapping emanating from our sleeping bag. It was quiet enough to not wake our parents, but it still made me nervous.

"Claire," I whispered behind me, "It's too loud."

"It's fine," she answered, still tugging on my rod.

"It's making me nervous, I don't know if I can... You know cum. What if they wake..."

"Shhh," Claire shushed me, "Okay we can change it up. Turn around."

I didn't know what to expect next, but I followed Claire's guide. I turned around, now facing my older sister. We were closely laying in the tent, so when I assumed my position facing her, my penis pressed against her shirt-covered pelvis. I had barely any room to inch backward, so I was forced to leave my penis poking into her.

Claire shifted for a while with her lower body, but I couldn't tell what she was doing. Once she was done she laid still again and reached down for my penis, eventually grabbing it.

"Keep quiet," she said to me, as we were now face to face. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness by that point and I had an eyeful of Claire's beauty. She was beautiful in the darkness with only the soft moonlight providing vision through our tent. She looked me in the eyes and smiled.

Claire moved in closer and shifted upward in the sleeping bag. I heard a rustling in the sleeping bag and later felt her right leg rest on top of my left leg. Was Claire doing what I thought she was doing?

She moved in close and her breasts were now pushed against my upper chest. With her hand on my penis, I felt her guiding me. My penis was pressed against her t-shirt. Then her bare skin. Then I felt a wetness on my cock head. Was this really happening?

I looked up at Claire with a surprised look. She met my eyes, but her soft pretty face reassured me everything was okay.

"It's okay. Just keep quiet and go slow," she told me.

That was when it happened. Claire guided my cock. I was pressed against her wet labia and then directed to her opening. Claire adjusted her body's angle and with the stiffness of my cock and the wet state of her vagina, I easily entered her. I passed the threshold and inched my way deeper into her. I was inside my older sister, Claire.

I couldn't believe the act we were committing. No matter how wrong it felt, the feelings were overpowered by good. It was incest, but it felt so right. I loved Claire and she loved me. She was helping me with my issue like a good older sister. Like how Claire would help.

Soon, I was buried to the hilt inside her. Our pelvises kissed and I couldn't go any further inside. Claire still looked me in the eyes, but now had an expression of pleasure on her face. I retracted from her only to press back deeper inside seconds later. I was beginning my rhythm of fucking.

I was in sweet bliss. The warm, wet sensation her pussy was providing my penis was out of this world and far greater than anything I had felt leading up to that point in my life. Like a wild animal, I wanted more and more. I continued my slow rhythm of pumping in and out of my sister. Claire still held me tight with her arms and her one leg wrapped around mine.

That was the closest I had ever felt to anybody. At that moment we were connected physically and emotionally. My feelings for Claire were bleeding through as I looked into her eyes. Yes, she was my sister, but at that moment she was so much more.
I lifted my chin to better align with Claire's face. She didn't move but watched for what I was going to do next. A wave of confidence hit me and for the first time since I entered her sleeping bag, I took control. Slowly I closed the gap between our faces. When we were mere inches apart I closed my eyes and pressed my lips into hers, kissing her passionately.

My virginity and now my first kiss belonged to my older sister. Claire was caught off guard by my brazenness but soon matched my kiss. Our lips smacked together and I tasted her sweet saliva. I was new to kissing, so very quickly Claire took the lead, commanding my lips with hers.

Her tongue slipped past my lips and touched mine inside my mouth. I reciprocated with my own wandering tongue, entangling it with hers while we kissed. All of this was happening while I continued to impale Claire's pussy.

My movements were slow to keep quiet, but it was all I needed. I picked up my pace slightly and it seemed to be making Claire feel better. She was struggling to focus on our kissing and at times just softly moaning into my mouth. My virgin cock was filled with feelings it had never felt before and I was building myself up to an orgasm.

I felt a familiar feeling building up and I broke our kiss, "Claire, I'm about to..."

"It's okay," she cut me off, immediately kissing me again. "You can do it inside," she finished whispering mid-kiss.

I was grateful for her permission because I was ready to explode. Only a few more pumps and I would be filling my sister's womb with my seed. We continued to make out as I neared the edge. One. Two. Three more pumps were all it took before the first rope of cum shot deep inside Claire's pussy.

Claire must have felt my warm seed being released within her because she ended our kiss and squeaked out a flurry of soft moans. Her legs shook and her hips raised, humping into me. She was orgasming at the same time.

I continued to pump into her and with every twitch of my cock a new spurt of semen was being shot into her. We came together in a beautiful mixture of love and desire. I felt our bond grow tenfold.

Eventually, our orgasms died down and I rested my head against Claire, lying in her arms. I left my penis inside her vagina as it slowly softened. Claire hugged me leaving us in a post-sex embrace that was the most comfortable thing imaginable.

I was overfilled with joy and love. I had sex for the first time. I was also proud I made Claire orgasm. After all her helping me she deserved her pleasure. I wished I could've made her cum twenty times, but I was content.

Eventually, we both fell asleep, in each other's arms and my penis remained seated comfortably inside her vagina. Being with Claire made me feel at home and safe. I loved her.

The next morning we woke up from the movements of our parents. They were getting dressed and ready to leave the tent. The bright morning sun shone through the fabric of the tent.

Groggily Claire and I opened our eyes and gathered ourselves. We must have untangled each from other in our sleep because we were no longer cuddling. Only our naked legs touched softly within the sleeping bag.

Our dad noticed we were in the same sleeping bag and chuckled. "What a nice big sister. I'm guessing it was freezing last night?" He asked.

"Yeah," I answered, "Claire let me sleep with her and it was warm."

"Next time don't rush getting ready to leave and you won't forget your bag," he still scolded me. "We'll get breakfast started."

Our parents soon left the tent, zipping it back up. I was relieved that it seemed like they didn't suspect anything had happened between Claire and me last night. Claire and I giggled as we reached towards the bottom of the sleeping bag for our underwear and put them back on.

"Thanks," I said to Claire. It wasn't enough for everything she did, but I had to show some thanks.

"Don't mention it," she responded, leaving the sleeping bag. "And I mean it. Don't mention it." She gave me a dead serious look and I nodded.

"I won't."

"Good."

I watched her as she got dressed. She slipped some pants over her bare legs and put her socks and shoes on. I followed suit, getting dressed and ready to start the day. We were about to leave the tent into the fresh air when we sat side by side. Claire looked at me and quicker than I could react she kissed me on the cheek and hugged me tight.

"I guess I'm stuck with you in my sleeping bag for the rest of the trip huh?"

I shrugged and she smiled.

"I can get used to it," she finished.

We left the tent entering the morning outdoors. It was a beautiful day and nothing like the temperature of the prior night. It was warm and we would have a lot of family activities planned throughout the day.

I was excited for the day, but couldn't wait until nighttime. All I could think about was Claire. I was now head over heels for her and I couldn't help it. If all of the remaining nights were like the last night I could die happy.
I thought back to what our dad said in the morning. It sucked. I forgot my sleeping bag for the whole trip, but looking back, I would've forgotten my sleeping bag a million times over if it meant starting what Claire and I had begun last night.

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And he felt her mother Cumming again and again, spraying pee and cunt juice all over, shaking violently when he finally released his hot sticky seeds deep into her. She shivered. Her panting took longer time to subside this time and she almost fainted.
They fucked like animals again that night. And again, and again, who knows how many times. She forgot how many times he came inside her, and how many times she came.
In the morning, she found the bed all wet, smelling musky scent of sex, pee and sweat. She was still under Joy, and he was still deep inside her.
She gave her son a good morning kiss, and he nuzzled her nose with his, and asked, "Does My WIFE want another load of seed in her womb?"
Devi can never decline a proposal of a good morning fuck. She ran her hand over his smoothly shaved head and said, "Yes, Yes, and Yes. Your wife wants another load of cum in her."
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Some seven or eight weeks after, the family received the news that Devi is pregnant. This time she was carrying her own son's seeds.

Hell yes." Priya reached down and scooped some of her brother's cum off her pussy. She put her finger to her mouth and gave it a sensual lick. "Mmmmmm, you don't taste like curry either." Jay laughed and sat back on the couch. Priya reached for his phone and took a picture of her pussy with Jay's cum still leaking out.
"What was that for?" Jay asked.
"That's just for you, so you can remember the first time you came inside me," she responded, tossing his phone back to him.

She knew very well what I was doing to her underwear but she didn't make any fuss. Was she expecting me to do that? Was she just teasing me? I had no clue where this was going to end but I was obsessed with her.
I never mentioned this teasing game to Priya or anyone else. And Jothi also acted normally – no indication of our teasing games in the open. I did feel guilty about lusting after another woman besides Priya and especially her brother's wife, but something about Jothi fascinated me and attracted me to her. Something just told me that she would be exceptional in bed. The sexual energy vibrating from this woman was so intense that it thrilled me to bits.
The following year when we visited them over four nights, her teasing continued, confident that this game was between the both of us only and that I was a keen participant in her game. During that trip, Priya's younger sister, Kala, was also visiting but alone with her kids – her husband was overseas. So, Priya, Kala and the kids shared the rooms while I slept on a mattress on the living room floor. So I was usually the last one to sleep and the first one to get up.

I was getting bored sitting at home when the phone rang. It was a pleasant Surprise to hear Pooja's voice after such a long time. She was my childhood friend who had gone to the States after getting married to Anand. She had come to India for a few days. She had decided to surprise me by not telling me about it beforehand. We decided to meet in the afternoon.

Now, Pooja and I had shared a lot; right from secrets and money to even the bed. We had learnt about our tendencies in college when we had shared the same hostel room. We had a lot of fun together until she got married and went away. Her phone rekindled a lot of memories but I wondered whether we still had a chance. I wondered if she had changed after her marriage. I reached her house at 2pm. We met like old friends did and sat and chatted about the past. After some time, Pooja got up and walked down the hallway. She made me a gesture to follow her. I got up to go behind her. Pooja quickly disappeared down the hallway and into the darkness of her bedroom. As I peered into the bedroom, I could not see her anywhere. There was no noise or movement in the room, so I eased the door open and begin to walk inside. Just as I stepped into the room, I heard a faint giggle. Pooja had already undressed down to her panties and tee shirt. She took me by my hand and led me toward the bed.

Pooja was very attractive, she has short dark hair and a full figure with very nice large all natural breasts. I still had not said a word, as I sat down on the bed. She wasted not in pulling off my shirt and bra, revealing my bare breasts and now erect nipples. My breasts are not nearly as large as Pooja's, but they're nice, just about a hand full. She then began to run her fingers through my long dark hair and gently kiss my shoulder and neck. It felt so good to feel another woman next to me this way. My entire body began to shake with excitement. The build of my body is smaller than Pooja, but I am well developed in every sense and I am very young looking.

After hesitating, I could not longer restrain my desires. I began to reach out and caress Pooja's beautiful full breasts. They felt wonderful, I could not seem to touch them enough. Her nipples were now tall and erect as she gave a pleasurable and inviting moan. She took a step backward giving me room to remove her shirt and expose those mammoth breasts. They were even more attractive in the flesh and suddenly I wanted them on my mouth. I hurriedly began to kiss and suck each nipple as I held one breast in each hand. Her skin was soft and warm, we had waited a long time to experience this pleasure. Still we said nothing. Pooja continued to run her hands through my hair, her head now leaning backward with sexual joy.

I could think of nothing else but her body and the satisfaction it gave me. My tongue swirled around each nipple leaving a trace of wetness with each gentle lick. I pulled her closer by locking my legs around her thighs, her knee now lodged between my legs. An overwhelming ache now began to take over between my thighs. I could now feel my panties beginning to get quite moist. The smell that only an aroused woman can make, now began to linger in the air. Pooja glanced down to me with a naughty smile as I removed my right hand from her breast and placed it down into my pants. My fingers now begin to probe the moisture of my aching and starved pussy. I had never been so horny in my entire life. Pooja leaned into me with a passionate kiss, our tongues intertwining. Her hand now pressed against my crotch, pushing my fingers deeper into my pussy.

Wasting no time, Pooja quickly pushed me onto my back and removed my pants, revealing my moistened panties. I was even wetter than I thought. My panties actually clung to me as she slid them down. I could feel the dampness across my legs as the panties were removed. Pooja finished undressing as well, the rest of her body was gorgeous. She maintained a nicely trimmed dark bush, just as mine. I could see that she was very wet, her lips glistened from the dampness. Her hand now began to explore my tight pussy, the feeling was incredible. It was such a turn on to look her in the eye as she stroked my pussy. Occasionally, she would place a tender kiss on my stomach as I held my legs wide. She leaned to me and told me it was now time for the present that she had got for me. She gave me a wrapped present. On opening it I found a 12" dildo having the perfect appearance of a man's penis.

Pooja reached out and took the dildo within her hands. She licked the head of the dildo, preparing it for me. Two of her fingers were still buried deep inside of me as she sucked the fake cock. Soon she removed her fingers from my sweet treasure and begins to strap on the dildo. I had never taken such a large cock, but I was up for the challenge. After strapping on the enormous cock, she positioned herself behind me and told me to get on all fours. She wanted to fuck me like an animal that was fine by me. I was now facing the bedroom door and could see into the hallway. Pooja gently ran the head across the length of my slit, teasing my pussy and covering the dildo head with my sticky juices.

Suddenly, she inserted the large cock into my awaiting pussy. At first there was a little pain, but the pain quickly turned to pleasure. She began to stroke me, slowly at first, but every stroke grew with intensity. I was surprised at how well my pussy engrossed the dildo. I could think of nothing now, but my pussy. I loved the feel of being fucked, I felt like such a dirty whore, but I liked it. She pounded me harder and harder, I could now tell that the dildo was completely covered with my essence. My sweet juices now began to drip from my cunt and run down my thighs. My eyes were now closed as I just enjoyed the feeling of being fucked by another woman. Just as I felt myself nearing climax, I opened my eyes to see Anand walk through the door with his erect cock in his hand. Pooja and Anand had planned this whole thing.

He walked straight to me and placed his throbbing cock into my mouth. I gladly began to take the length of his tool deep into my throat. I was even hotter now to think that I was sucking Pooja's husband's dick while she fucked me from behind with a strap-on. I ran my mouth up and down the shaft of his cock, kissing and licking his head every few minutes. Anand was already fighting off the desire to shoot his wad. I was ready to explode and so was Anand. Pooja just continued to ram that dildo home. I was so very wet; I could not believe it. The feel of taking a real cock in my mouth and a dildo deep in my pussy was finally too much for the both of us. Anand removed his cock from my mouth and spewed his load onto my face.

The warm cum covered my mouth and cheeks. I could taste the salty liquid on my lips as I licked a little off of my fingers. My focus quickly went back to my pussy as I neared climax. Finally, with a shattering final stroke, I lost it. My pussy exploded and released a river of cum onto the dildo. I moaned pleasurably as she inserted the dildo back inside of me to cover it with my fluids.

I fell onto my back, tired from the torrid session. Pooja straddled my face and told me that I was not quite done yet. She placed the cum covered dildo at my mouth and demanded that I lick it clean of my own nectar. I happily obeyed. I must admit I tasted pretty damn good. I licked the dildo dry. Pooja removed the tool and put her soaked pussy on my mouth. I loved the taste of Pooja. Her pussy was so tasty, bitter but yet so sweet. I attacked it, licking it with reckless abandon. I wanted my face covered with her cum as well. Some of Anand's cum remained on my face, the taste of Anand and Pooja would mix at times to make a savory treat. Pooja began to thrust her pussy across my face and I knew she was close. I began to suck her clit and that was all she could take. I spread her lips wide and awaited the flow of cum. Finally it happened, she released her love juice, it dripped directly into my hot mouth. I relished the taste and then swallowed it down. I wished that she had more as I finished licking her pussy to get every drop of the remaining cum.
Pooja and I embraced in a sultry kiss and asked Anand to leave the room. Soon we were at it again, I came three times that day. We stayed at each other throughout the vacation, allowing Anand to join at times. I can't wait till next time when they shall be back and our orgies shall continue.

I left home when I was 18 to attend college in Chandigarh. My parents were very strict; my father is a Saadhu and my mother was a devout ***** and strict principal.

They only agreed to my going to college there if I stayed with my Mausi Rani, who lived within a few blocks of the college. Rani was only ten years older than me but had a master's degree in library science with a minor in economics. Mom and Dad approved of her highly and felt that she, despite being only 28, would be a fit guardian for their sweet little virgin daughter. How little we knew. I arrived at Mausi Rani's house in June, two and a half months before my classes were to begin. She was very sweet and nice and gave me the very best she had. She didn't look at all like the photographs we had of her back home.

Mausi Rani was a foxy woman, and after she taught me how to fix myself up a bit we looked so much alike that men often thought we were sisters. Rani lived in a nice house in a quiet suburban neighborhood and had a chauffeur driven Ambassador. When I asked her how she could afford all of these nice things living by her, she just smiled and didn't say much. Your departed Uncle left me very wealthy and that she were in the "entertainment" industry and she didn't bother to elaborate. She was somewhat mysterious about her work and odd hours. But I was to learn soon enough.

It all started about three weeks after I moved in. Mausi Rani had gone out, dressed to kill and carrying her purple gym bag, as she always did. Alone in the house, I was in her bedroom looking through her drawers for a pair of pantyhose when I found a ten-inch vibrator underneath some of her black-lace panties. I couldn't believe what I had found. I'd heard about dildos and vibrators used by western girls back home, but I'd never actually seen one before, let alone used one. As I switched it on, its vibrations sent a shiver through me and gave me a knot in my stomach. Not expecting Mausi Rani to come home for a few hours, I let curiosity and temptation get the best of me.

I was soon almost hypnotized by the rhythmic vibrations of my new find. Holding the vibrator to my breasts, I could feel my nipples getting harder and my crotch and panties getting wetter and wetter. This was all so new to me, but it felt so good that I just couldn't help exploring my entire body with it. Well, I can tell you it didn't take long for me to strip naked and fall back on Rani's big brass bed with my new toy. I even titled her big mirror in such a way that I could watch myself. After teasing myself with it, I placed the tip of the vibrator into my moist, steaming crack and pushed it gently. As I watched it slowly slip into me, I could feel my vaginal muscles tighten around it. With both hands working that vibrator in and out of my hot little cunt, I was soon beside myself in ecstasy. That after noon I came in one loud and thunderous orgasm after another. It was GREAT!

I felt so deliciously wicked and nasty watching myself masturbate in that big mirror. I was like an addict who couldn't stop. I must have been at it for quite some time. I was so absorbed with ramming that humming fucker in and out of my tunnel of love and moaning like an animal that I didn't hear my Mausi come into the house. You can just imagine my embarrassment when I finally looked up and saw her with one arm up leaning in the doorway, staring at me with a rather wry grin on her face. (She later told me that she had been standing there enjoying my "performance" for about ten minutes.) Before I could open my mouth to say anything to her, I was wracked by another mind-blowing orgasm. I was out of the house for much of the next afternoon, still feeling quite embarrassed. When I returned home around six o'clock, I saw my Mausi's car in the driveway and went straight to my room.

As I entered the doorway I was surprised to find a brightly wrapped package on my bed. Attached to the package was a note which read: "Since you seemed to enjoy mine so much, I thought it was time you had one of your own, baby. With love, Rani." I ripped into the package to find a beautiful ten-inch vibrating dildo. I rushed downstairs to find Rani waiting for me in the living room. She was standing there, feet apart, hands on hips, and wearing a short purple silk sari that barely covered her shapely ass or her proud, jutting, 38-inch breasts. She had that by-now-familiar coy, seductive smile on her face. She stood before me--wanton, raw sex personified. Rushing up to her, we embraced. I knew this was going to be quite a night, one that I'd never forget and that would change me forever. After our touching embrace, Mausi Rani went to the kitchen and returned with a silver tray of banana's, cucumbers, loki, two chilled glasses, and a bottle of wine.

Next she dimmed the lights, lit some candles, and put a tape on the stereo. I shouldn't have been surprised that it wasn't a musical tape, but the erotic sounds of heavy fucking and sucking that Rani and one of her lovers had made. For the next half hour I sat on the sofa opposite Rani as she made an erotic show of sucking the bananas, cucumbers. Occasionally, between slurping banana and sipping wine, she would slip her hand down to finger her twat, and then slowly suck the pussy juice from her fingers. After some more of this, she stood up and said, "It's time we expanded your horizons, sweet baby." She took me by the hand and led me into another more private room.

The lights were dimmed real low except for some stage light-type lamps hung from the ceiling, which bathed the table in a warm, pinkish glow. The table was covered with an orchid-color sating quilt, and Rani had about a dozen of her favorite vibrators and dildos lined up along the edge of it within easy reach. She placed me in a big easy chair, which had been pushed up to where I had an unobstructed view. She put on a tape of Bollywood hits music, with a slow, heavy beat and a lot of dhamka. She lit some agarbhati and said, "You wanted to know what I do in the entertainment industry. Well, Mausi Rani's gonna entertain you."

I was so excited. Rani walked around behind the table and stood with her back to me. She shot me a sultry "fuck me" smile over her shoulder as she deftly slipped off her sari, letting it fall to the table in one swift, catlike motion. There she was, kneeling in front of me, resting on her knees, legs bent under and her thighs spread wide. Her thatch of black pubic hair was neatly trimmed into the shape of a heart. Rani reached back without looking, and selected a 14-inch vibrator that not only moved in and out like a piston but also made small circular motions while it hummed and vibrated. It was so big that she could just barely wrap her hand all the way around it. She was moaning softly as she worked that vibrator over her gorgeous creamy skin colored body, paying special attention to her jutting boobs.

Her dark brown areolas were as big as one-rupee coins and her nipples stuck out hard as rocks. She held each breast to her mouth, licking and sucking her nipples, leaving them shiny with saliva. Turning her attention to her steaming hot crack, she ran that pulsating dildo up and down over her cunt lips and clit, moaning louder all the time. Then she brought the dildo, now gleaming with her cunt juice, up to her hungry mouth and licked and sucked it from its bulbous head down to the base. Still kneeling in front of me, her twat and thighs glistening from the flow of her pussy juice, she set the vibrator on full speed and slowly guided its massive cock head into her cunt, taking all 14 inches of it. Then she slowly pulled it almost all the way out.

Using both hands, she rammed that big fucker in and out at least a dozen times in rhythm to the music, of Choli Ke Peeche, moaning like a whore in heat. On the last upstroke, Rani left that massive vibrator pulsating and churning deep inside her cunt at full speed, using her well-conditioned vaginal muscles to hold it in. Next, she spun around quickly on to her knees and elbows, thrusting her beautiful ass toward the ceiling. She began playing with her clit while the dildo was humming away inside her. Within seconds, Rani's entire body was shuddering in a violent orgasm that brought tears to her eyes. It was incredible watching her wailing out loud like a wild animal, hips and ass undulating in rhythm to the music, of, I love you, from Mr. India, as she fucked herself. Rani had all the practiced movements of a real pro. I couldn't believe it.

Without missing a beat, she spun around again, kneeling, thighs spread wide. She then leaned back and, again without looking, put a hand over the far edge of the table. When she pulled back up, she was holding a beautiful 12-inch life like rubber cock that was covered in gulab jamun syrup. Rani shook her head, her beautiful mane of black hair falling away from her face. There was a look of pure unadulterated lust in her eyes as she dangled that glistening monster cock over her face. Slowly she lowered it and tickled its head and underside with her darting tongue. Resting on one elbow for support, she raised it up slightly, arching her back and neck. She then brought the sticky, dripping dildo to her hot waiting mouth.

Clear syrup, oozing from her glossy wet lips, ran down her chin and cheeks as she slurped and sucked the dildo into her mouth, devouring it deeper and deeper until she had finally deep-throated it all the way to the very base of its rigid shaft, moaning loudly with pure pleasure and delight the whole time. Completely oblivious to everything else, Rani, thighs splayed wide, used one hand to slowly pull the rubber cock from her mouth and stroked the steaming slit of her cunt with the other. As she withdrew the cock from her pursed lips, leaving only a slender thread of syrup and saliva between the two, her tongue darted out to lick up the excess around her smiling, wet mouth. The vibrator in Rani's cunt was still giving her full measure and, caught up in another approaching orgasm, she began to writhe and squirm. Her hips and ass were rising in response to that incredible fuck onslaught. Now using her hands to pinch and pull her rock-hard nipples, Rani went over the brink.

Her voice rising to a near wail, she went off like crazy. Her entire body bucked and jerked wildly like an electric shock had been applied to her, the whole time moaning and crying out with physical release and pleasure. No doubt Rani was enjoying and savoring every minute of it. I was really enjoying it, too. This was the most fantastic thing I had ever seen. I didn't know it was possible for a woman to give herself so much pleasure and satisfaction. I couldn't take my eyes off her. The show wasn't over yet. After that last orgasm, Rani didn't miss a beat. Repositioning herself on the table, she placed a heel in each of the corner pockets for support.

With renewed vigor, she immediately launched into a routine of hot, nonstop action and one almost continuous orgasm after another. And each one seemed better than the last. Before it was over, Rani had used all seven vibrators and five dildos that she had laid out on the table. Even she lost track of how many orgasms she had had. When she was through, I glanced at my watch and realized that she had been going at it hot and heavy for over an hour. Rani rolled over to face me, her head propped up in one hand, tousled hair across her face. One leg was bent at the knee, giving me a full view as she gently stroked her hot juicy crack and massaged the insides of her aching thighs. I was so excited just from watching her.
My own nipples were hard and taut against the material of my blouse, and my crotch and panties were soaked through. When Rani smiled that smile of hers and asked me if I would like to join her "onstage," I didn't hesitate for a second. Mausi Rani was sweet and gentle as she watched me treat myself to the pleasures I had just seen her enjoy. Using my new vibrator, as well as my own fingers, I learned how to bring myself off in countless orgasms. It felt sooo good! Not as good as sweet loving she gave me.

I am Arti, 28 years old, and I am currently pursuing my PhD. I have a decent enough body to make anyone turn around and look. The vital stats are 38-30-36. Talking about Sanya, she was my roommate in the hostel while we were both in our postgraduate. She has always been quite hot.
















I started screaming as my pussy was not enough to take it. She stopped and went away again. This time, she came back with a bottle of coconut oil. She poured a lot of coconut oil on my pussy and rubbed it properly. Then started fucking my pussy with that. I got the most satisfaction with her.

I am Arti, 28 years old, and I am currently pursuing my PhD. I have a decent enough body to make anyone turn around and look. The vital stats are 38-30-36. Talking about Sanya, she was my roommate in the hostel while we were both in our postgraduate. She has always been quite hot.
















I started screaming as my pussy was not enough to take it. She stopped and went away again. This time, she came back with a bottle of coconut oil. She poured a lot of coconut oil on my pussy and rubbed it properly. Then started fucking my pussy with that. I got the most satisfaction with her.

Cold. I was so damn cold. I tossed and turned, trying to bundle myself up with my blanket in any way that would provide the most warmth. Unfortunately, I had zero luck. Wrapped up like a human burrito, I was still freezing.

The cold hard ground of the tent's floor sent chills down my spine. Ice cold night air crept around me and any part of my body not encompassed by the blanket froze. I was shivering, leaving my teeth chattering and bones shaking. I couldn't remember a time when I was ever that cold.

We were on our first family camping trip of the spring, sleeping in a large one-family tent. My parents and their two kids, my older sister Claire and I. Our family loved to camp and we made it a point to go right from the spring to autumn. We were seasoned campers, but for this trip, I had been unprepared. I was playing video games the previous morning and left packing until the last minute. In the rush I forgot my sleeping bag, leaving me in the freezing predicament I was in.

For a late spring camping trip, it was warm during the day, but got cold at night, sometimes creeping below freezing. Yet there I was in a sweater and pants, wrapped up in a thin extra blanket my mom packed for sitting next to the campfire.

I looked around the tent at my sleeping family and envied them. They were all fast asleep unaffected by the cold. We all had thermal sleeping bags that maintained warmth, so I was sure none of them even felt any signs of the cold. I was on the edge of the tent, Claire slept right next to me and then our parents were on the opposite side. "I'm so stupid," I thought to myself.

Nonetheless, there I was, trying to find any way to conserve any body heat with the blanket I was given, which proved to be an impossible task. The blanket was too thin and too small. I would feel the cold on a part of my body and shift to wrap it up in the blanket, only to leave another part exposed to the cold due to the blanket being too small.

It must have been a few hours into the night by the time Claire had had enough of my moving around. I guessed she wasn't as fast asleep as I thought she was.

"Are you ever gonna stop moving? I can't fucking sleep." She whispered, angrily.

"Sorry, I'm freezing to death here. This blanket is so thin," I responded, also whispering to not wake our parents.

I faced the wall of the tent, so Claire's voice came from behind me. I didn't bother turning to face her because I was scared to lose any heat if I moved.

"Maybe bring your sleeping bag next time."

"Ha ha..."

"Are you seriously that cold?"

"Yeah... Can't you hear my teeth chattering?"

"Just put on some more layers."

"I'm already wearing my sweater and pants. Any other clothing I would have to climb over Mom and Dad to get to my bag."

"Wow... You really are unprepared for everything."

"Okay... I don't need any more scolding."

"Well stop moving then. I can't sleep with you bumping into me or moving every ten seconds."

"I'll try not to... Night."

"Night."

Our conversation ended there. I tried one last time to wrap my blanket completely around my body to keep myself warm for the night. Unfortunately, I only lasted a few minutes before I had to switch positions again. My feet weren't completely covered and quickly became cold.

Claire let out a large sigh of frustration when my foot accidentally hit her sleeping bag.

"Okay that's it," Claire started.

"I'm sorry," I said, cutting her off.

"No, come here."

From over my shoulder, I heard Claire shifting around in her sleeping bag. Then I heard the zipper quietly being unzipped. I turned around to face her, trying to see what she was doing.

Claire faced me, resting on her forearm and holding herself sitting up. Her blonde hair was tousled around her head and hung downward. She wore an oversized t-shirt from her college and I noticed she wasn't wearing pants when I saw her holding the side of the sleeping bag open. Her bare long legs lay comfortably in the sleeping bag. She looked drowsy and annoyed, but pretty as always. Claire was a beautiful girl and even though she was my older sister I noticed it.

"Come on," She whispered while telling me to hurry up with her hand movements, "it's cold."

"What?"

"Get in, you can sleep in my sleeping bag."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! I would like to get some sleep tonight."

I relented at first, not wanting to be stuffed into a single sleeping bag with my older sister, but after picturing how the rest of my night would go otherwise, I agreed.

"Okay."

I removed the blanket from on top of myself and slid over to Claire. She stopped me with her hand on my chest.

"Hold up... You're not sleeping in here with your outside clothes. Get your pjs on."

"I just have a t-shirt and boxers under this."

"That's fine. Those old pants are probably full of dirt and shit."

"Freak."

"You know what, maybe you can keep using the blanket."

"Okay, okay, I'm taking 'em off."

I stripped my sweater and pants off, piling them in the corner of the tent. I was left in only my T-shirt and boxers. The night air was nipping at my skin, so I hurriedly squirmed to Claire and zipped the sleeping bag closed around us.

Claire's sleeping bag was meant to hold heat and immediately I could feel the warmth soothing my body.

"Ahhh... This is better," I admitted.

"You're welcome."

"Thanks."

"Night."

"Night."

The sleeping bag left a little wiggle room. Claire and I weren't squished together within it, but we were slightly touching at the hip and shoulder. However, I didn't mind at all because the warmth emanating from her body was relaxing.

Very quickly my body forgot the terrible feeling of being extremely cold and I was getting comfortable. I couldn't help but appreciate how kind Claire was in allowing me to sleep with her.

She was always a motherly older sister that looked after me. Aside from annoying each other at times, our sibling relationship was loving. We cared for and appreciated one another. I would have to find a way to make it up to her for allowing me to sleep with her.

We attempted to sleep side by side for a while, but it proved to be challenging. We were stretching the sleeping bag as far as it could go horizontally and it was compressing against both of our chests.

Eventually, we decided to sleep on our sides, back to back. That way we created slightly more room to breathe. Quickly, Claire was falling asleep as I heard her breath soften and space out.

I was relaxed and sharing Claire's warmth. I could feel her backside pressed against mine. Her t-shirt covered back, expanding and withdrawing with each breath.

I was also feeling her butt pressed against my lower back. Normally I would have been weirded out by that contact. Even sleeping so close to Claire felt awkward, but I didn't care because I knew the alternative was freezing.

Before I knew it I passed out and reawakened sometime later that night. I realized quickly that what woke me was Claire's movements. She was changing her position and it shook me slightly, enough to wake me.

I felt Claire's arm hug me, followed by her body pressing up against me. She was spooning me. I looked over my shoulder out of curiosity. I wondered if Claire was awake or sleeping.

Claire must've seen me look at her in the dark, so she said, "Sorry... This is better."

I didn't respond, neither agreeing nor denying. I just tried to fall back asleep. Very quickly, I found I loved being spooned like this by Claire. I felt safe and sound in her arms. My protective big sister who allowed me to join her in her sleeping bag was now holding me so dearly. I was comfortable and I drifted to sleep straight away.

Once again I was awakened in the night. Unfortunately, this time my arm had fallen asleep. I couldn't even feel my arm anymore as I tried to shake it awake. I was sleeping on my side for too long, cutting off the circulation, so I needed to adjust my position. I would have to turn to my other side.

Claire still clung onto my back and had her arm around me holding my chest. I had to turn and face her. Trying not to wake her, I turned slowly. My efforts were for not because Claire was woken up immediately by my movements.

"Sorry, arm fell asleep. I can't feel it," I told the groggy Claire.

"It's okay. Here we can sleep like this."

Claire grabbed my numb arm and flipped around, placing my arm around her shirt-covered tummy. We had traded positions and now I was the big spoon. I held Claire with my arm and she cuddled close to my chest. My hand rested on her firm belly.

Within minutes Claire seemed to have fallen back asleep, but I was unable to. I was cuddling with Claire, my kind older sister, holding her warm body against me. The natural smell of her hair filled my nostrils. I could feel every one of her breaths against my chest as her back expanded into me.

Claire moved backward, pressing up into my body further. We were connected by our warmth. It felt great to embrace her in the spooning position, but I felt something stir within me that made my heart beat twice as fast.

Claire's firm butt was pressed against my crotch. I tried backing up my lower body to leave some space between us, but she soon backed up to match me. Soon I had no more sleeping bag wiggle room to back up into and I was stuck pressed against her butt.

As natural as it was for a virgin teen boy, all the blood in my body was being sent down to my dick. There was no way I could just fall asleep then. My heart rate increased and my body felt hot. I was scared to wake Claire and embarrassed I was getting a boner from cuddling with my sister.

My hardening penis pressed up into my boxers and slotted itself right between Claire's butt cheeks. I was getting harder by the minute and my loose boxers were no help in containing my protruding member. It was beginning to stand up straight.

I was hoping Claire was asleep because I didn't know how I would be able to explain myself if she confronted me. I desperately tried to get rid of the boner. I flexed my arm muscles, I thought of every unsexy thing imaginable, but nothing could alleviate the feeling of an ass pressed against my hard cock.

My heart was pounding and with all of my struggling Claire woke up. She shifted slightly, still holding my arm against her tummy when she froze. She must have noticed what was poking her.

She looked over her shoulder at me and I mouthed an "I'm sorry" to her. She shook her head and pushed me away, removing the contact our lower bodies had.

"Get rid of that, What the fuck," Claire scolded me, keeping her voice quiet to not wake our parents.

"I've been trying to," I responded.

"Well try harder you perv."

"I'll turn around."

"Good."

I turned around, now lying back against back with Claire. I was more embarrassed than I had ever been. I got a boner from my older sister and she caught me. I couldn't tell if Claire was grossed out or not. She was facing the other way and seemed like she was trying to sleep.

I was struggling because no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get rid of my raging erection. Something about sleeping with a girl was getting my virgin penis excited beyond comparison. My cock was hard as a rock and strained against my boxers, begging to be freed.

After what felt like 5 minutes of laying there, trying to sleep, I felt Claire turn around. She hugged me from behind and began spooning me like she had earlier.

"I'm sorry for getting mad... It's only natural... I think I was just freaked out," She whispered into my ear from behind.

I was glad she wasn't upset. "I'm sorry too... It just happened," I told her.

"Was it cus my butt was against you?"

"Kinda... I think it was just the fact I was so close to a girl," I admitted, embarrassed.

"It's normal. It happens to a lot of guys while cuddling."

"Does it?"

"Yeah... My exes used to get boners while cuddling all the time."

"I could've lived without that information."

"Sorry... Are you still hard?"

"Yeah," I answered reservedly. It felt weird talking about my erection with my sister.

Her hand was placed against my chest and she slowly crept it down to my stomach before resting it there. It was as if she wanted to keep going further down my body, but stopped herself. Her hand placement was giving me goosebumps.

How on Earth was I ever supposed to lose my erection then? My sister was holding me so tightly into her body. I could feel her breasts pressed against my back, her nipples poking me. Her hand rested only inches above my rock-hard penis.

"You're so tense," Claire broke the silence.

"I'm not," I denied.

"Are you embarrassed?" Claire rubbed her hand around my stomach. I swear she inched slightly closer to my groin area when she eventually rested her hand again.

"I'm just trying to lose my boner... But to be honest, cuddling isn't working in my favor."

"Why? Am I turning you on?"

"No..."

"I could feel your heartbeat get faster when I asked you. I think you're lying."

"I swear."

"Liar."

"I swear..."

There was a quiet pause before either of us said anything else. I could feel Claire's warm breath against the back of my head. She held me tight and I felt comfortable and safe in her arms yet again.

"I..." Claire broke the silence with a whisper, "I know a way to help it go away."

"How?"

Claire didn't respond with words. Instead, she moved into my body, even closer than she already was. Once she was comfortable with her position and her body completely encompassed mine, she removed her hand from my stomach.

I truly didn't know what to expect next as Claire kept her thoughts to herself. I was stunned when I felt her hand place itself right on top of my boxer-covered penis. I jolted from the surprise, thinking Claire accidentally touched me there.

"It's okay," she whispered into my ear, "let me make it go away."

I relaxed in her hold, letting her lead the way. She replaced her hand on my member and explored my size, gliding her hand throughout my cock. It felt nice to have someone other than myself feel my penis for the first time. It was giving me butterflies in my stomach.

She played with my cock through my boxers for about thirty seconds before she slipped her hand underneath my waistband. Claire pushed the waistband over my standing erection and freed my genitals from my boxers. I raised my hips allowing her to move them further down my legs, but she stopped pulling them off around my upper thighs.

I was now eagerly waiting for her to touch me again. Finally, her hand found my penis again and the skin-on-skin contact was exhilarating. The first time my penis was being touched. Claire began stroking my cock, slowly, going up and down my shaft. Her delicate and soft hand slid from my glans to the base of my shaft.

We were keeping quiet and I stayed perfectly still. I was scared to wake up our parents who were sleeping only a few feet away. What would happen if we were caught doing something so taboo?

I didn't know how to feel about the fact that Claire was jerking me off, but she was my older sister, so I trusted her. If she was okay and unbothered then why should I be? She was just helping me out and then we'd both be able to go back to sleep.

Her dry stroking felt great on my virgin penis, but it wasn't enough to get me off. She wasn't able to grip as hard due to the dry skin-on-skin contact. Claire sensed this and removed her hand for a second. I felt her shifting behind me and heard a quiet spitting sound. When her hand reached back for my penis there was a wet sensation. She must have spat in her hand for lube.

The warm feeling of wetness around my penis was sending new levels of pleasure around my body. Claire's grip increased in strength and she picked up her speed. We continued like this for a minute or so until Claire picked up her speed once more, this time adding a twisting motion to her stroking. By then I was oozing precum onto her fingers and palm.

Unfortunately, with the added speed and wetness of her spit, there was a growing sound of fapping emanating from our sleeping bag. It was quiet enough to not wake our parents, but it still made me nervous.

"Claire," I whispered behind me, "It's too loud."

"It's fine," she answered, still tugging on my rod.

"It's making me nervous, I don't know if I can... You know cum. What if they wake..."

"Shhh," Claire shushed me, "Okay we can change it up. Turn around."

I didn't know what to expect next, but I followed Claire's guide. I turned around, now facing my older sister. We were closely laying in the tent, so when I assumed my position facing her, my penis pressed against her shirt-covered pelvis. I had barely any room to inch backward, so I was forced to leave my penis poking into her.

Claire shifted for a while with her lower body, but I couldn't tell what she was doing. Once she was done she laid still again and reached down for my penis, eventually grabbing it.

"Keep quiet," she said to me, as we were now face to face. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness by that point and I had an eyeful of Claire's beauty. She was beautiful in the darkness with only the soft moonlight providing vision through our tent. She looked me in the eyes and smiled.

Claire moved in closer and shifted upward in the sleeping bag. I heard a rustling in the sleeping bag and later felt her right leg rest on top of my left leg. Was Claire doing what I thought she was doing?

She moved in close and her breasts were now pushed against my upper chest. With her hand on my penis, I felt her guiding me. My penis was pressed against her t-shirt. Then her bare skin. Then I felt a wetness on my cock head. Was this really happening?

I looked up at Claire with a surprised look. She met my eyes, but her soft pretty face reassured me everything was okay.

"It's okay. Just keep quiet and go slow," she told me.
That was when it happened. Claire guided my cock. I was pressed against her wet labia and then directed to her opening. Claire adjusted her body's angle and with the stiffness of my cock and the wet state of her vagina, I easily entered her. I passed the threshold and inched my way deeper into her. I was inside my older sister, Claire.

I couldn't believe the act we were committing. No matter how wrong it felt, the feelings were overpowered by good. It was incest, but it felt so right. I loved Claire and she loved me. She was helping me with my issue like a good older sister. Like how Claire would help.
Soon, I was buried to the hilt inside her. Our pelvises kissed and I couldn't go any further inside. Claire still looked me in the eyes, but now had an expression of pleasure on her face. I retracted from her only to press back deeper inside seconds later. I was beginning my rhythm of fucking.
I was in sweet bliss. The warm, wet sensation her pussy was providing my penis was out of this world and far greater than anything I had felt leading up to that point in my life. Like a wild animal, I wanted more and more. I continued my slow rhythm of pumping in and out of my sister. Claire still held me tight with her arms and her one leg wrapped around mine.
That was the closest I had ever felt to anybody. At that moment we were connected physically and emotionally. My feelings for Claire were bleeding through as I looked into her eyes. Yes, she was my sister, but at that moment she was so much more.
I lifted my chin to better align with Claire's face. She didn't move but watched for what I was going to do next. A wave of confidence hit me and for the first time since I entered her sleeping bag, I took control. Slowly I closed the gap between our faces. When we were mere inches apart I closed my eyes and pressed my lips into hers, kissing her passionately.




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My virginity and now my first kiss belonged to my older sister. Claire was caught off guard by my brazenness but soon matched my kiss. Our lips smacked together and I tasted her sweet saliva. I was new to kissing, so very quickly Claire took the lead, commanding my lips with hers.

Her tongue slipped past my lips and touched mine inside my mouth. I reciprocated with my own wandering tongue, entangling it with hers while we kissed. All of this was happening while I continued to impale Claire's pussy.

My movements were slow to keep quiet, but it was all I needed. I picked up my pace slightly and it seemed to be making Claire feel better. She was struggling to focus on our kissing and at times just softly moaning into my mouth. My virgin cock was filled with feelings it had never felt before and I was building myself up to an orgasm.

I felt a familiar feeling building up and I broke our kiss, "Claire, I'm about to..."

"It's okay," she cut me off, immediately kissing me again. "You can do it inside," she finished whispering mid-kiss.

I was grateful for her permission because I was ready to explode. Only a few more pumps and I would be filling my sister's womb with my seed. We continued to make out as I neared the edge. One. Two. Three more pumps were all it took before the first rope of cum shot deep inside Claire's pussy.

Claire must have felt my warm seed being released within her because she ended our kiss and squeaked out a flurry of soft moans. Her legs shook and her hips raised, humping into me. She was orgasming at the same time.

I continued to pump into her and with every twitch of my cock a new spurt of semen was being shot into her. We came together in a beautiful mixture of love and desire. I felt our bond grow tenfold.

Eventually, our orgasms died down and I rested my head against Claire, lying in her arms. I left my penis inside her vagina as it slowly softened. Claire hugged me leaving us in a post-sex embrace that was the most comfortable thing imaginable.

I was overfilled with joy and love. I had sex for the first time. I was also proud I made Claire orgasm. After all her helping me she deserved her pleasure. I wished I could've made her cum twenty times, but I was content.

Eventually, we both fell asleep, in each other's arms and my penis remained seated comfortably inside her vagina. Being with Claire made me feel at home and safe. I loved her.

The next morning we woke up from the movements of our parents. They were getting dressed and ready to leave the tent. The bright morning sun shone through the fabric of the tent.

Groggily Claire and I opened our eyes and gathered ourselves. We must have untangled each from other in our sleep because we were no longer cuddling. Only our naked legs touched softly within the sleeping bag.

Our dad noticed we were in the same sleeping bag and chuckled. "What a nice big sister. I'm guessing it was freezing last night?" He asked.

"Yeah," I answered, "Claire let me sleep with her and it was warm."

"Next time don't rush getting ready to leave and you won't forget your bag," he still scolded me. "We'll get breakfast started."

Our parents soon left the tent, zipping it back up. I was relieved that it seemed like they didn't suspect anything had happened between Claire and me last night. Claire and I giggled as we reached towards the bottom of the sleeping bag for our underwear and put them back on.

"Thanks," I said to Claire. It wasn't enough for everything she did, but I had to show some thanks.

"Don't mention it," she responded, leaving the sleeping bag. "And I mean it. Don't mention it." She gave me a dead serious look and I nodded.

"I won't."

"Good."

I watched her as she got dressed. She slipped some pants over her bare legs and put her socks and shoes on. I followed suit, getting dressed and ready to start the day. We were about to leave the tent into the fresh air when we sat side by side. Claire looked at me and quicker than I could react she kissed me on the cheek and hugged me tight.

"I guess I'm stuck with you in my sleeping bag for the rest of the trip huh?"

I shrugged and she smiled.

"I can get used to it," she finished.

We left the tent entering the morning outdoors. It was a beautiful day and nothing like the temperature of the prior night. It was warm and we would have a lot of family activities planned throughout the day.

I was excited for the day, but couldn't wait until nighttime. All I could think about was Claire. I was now head over heels for her and I couldn't help it. If all of the remaining nights were like the last night I could die happy.
I thought back to what our dad said in the morning. It sucked. I forgot my sleeping bag for the whole trip, but looking back, I would've forgotten my sleeping bag a million times over if it meant starting what Claire and I had begun last night.

There are some things in life that are not planned. They just happen! My sister Donna is 4 years older than me and we have never been real tight. We were just typical siblings with an age difference. We would fight all the time over just about anything, but as we got older we managed to become friends. My sister was a wild child; I caught her more than once having sex with her boyfriends at our parents' house. I never said anything but she knew that I knew.

There were times, and I am sure it was my imagination, that she enjoyed teasing me by having sex while I was in the house. I can understand why my sister had so many boyfriends - she had the body of a Playboy bunny. At the age of 16, she was already a 36D with a small waist. Her waist only made her breasts look bigger than they were and her long blonde hair did not help. I was always getting ragged by my friends about how hot my sister was. I am only human and have to admit that looking at my sister's hot body turned me on like any red blooded American boy, but I never forgot that she was my sister.

I hated that everyone found her so hot and sexy and that dating was so easy for her. I was just average looking and I had to work to get dates as I got older. The upside of that was that I learned how to treat a lady and more specifically how to please her. My sister just went from boyfriend to boyfriend never learning how to choose a good one because she never had to.

Several years later I married a beautiful woman, who I still love to death. We are a perfect couple and I am looking forward to growing old with her. Her name is Susan and she is the woman of my dreams. She is sexy, smart, loves sex, and has the most beautiful long white blonde hair you have ever seen.

Donna on the other hand has been married 3 times in 5 years always going from one good looking (but not very nice) guy to the next.

So, this is where my story starts. A month ago my sister invited me and my wife to a party she was having at her house. She has a huge house thanks to her very rich ex-husband and she wanted to throw a costume party. I had not seen my sister since her divorce and it sounded like it might be fun. My wife had a really sexy nurse outfit that I loved and I was going as a California doctor. I knew I looked dashing in my Armani Suit with a Stethoscope hanging around my neck. The black leather doctor's bag only added to my Beverly Hills look.

It was hard for me to even get dressed watching my wife. Her costume was so low cut that it showed off her beautiful cleavage. I could not stop myself as I reached around her waist and cupped her beautiful breasts in my hands. I kissed her neck with a loving touch as she pushed her breasts into my hands and I felt a familiar stir in my pants.

"Now, Now...... cool down or we are never going to get ready," my wife said with a purr.

"Come on baby.... Please leave the bra off," I begged.

"If I were to do that you could see my nipples through the costume, it is so thin," she said with that little wicked smile that always drives me crazy. "Besides what would your sister think if I went dressed like that?"

"Yeah right, you know my sister. She will be dressed to impress and you know it," I reminded her.

"OK you win. I will take it off," she said.

She gave in way too easily and I realized that the little minx had been waiting on me to ask her. I watched as eagerly as a hungry baby as she removed her bra. My heart skipped a beat looking at her beautiful nipples pushing against the material which was so sheer that it was really showed off her hard nipple. As she walked in front of me I could see her backlit from the bathroom door and the whole costume was almost see-through against bright light. I could see the brown of her areola around the nipple and hoped she didn't realize just how see through it was. She knows I love to show her off, but I was not sure she would really go without a bra if she knew just how much of her would be showing.

"Baby, you have got to be the hottest thing I have ever seen," I said as I ran my fingers over the slick material across her nipples. I knew she getting as turned on as me by the way her eyes twinkled and her lips poked out.

"Come on baby you know we have time for a quickie," I almost begged.

I slowly reached my hands around her and ran my hand over her soft breasts. I nuzzled my face in her neck and hair. We had been married too long for me not to know how to get her hot. I started kissing her ear lobe and lightly biting her ear. At the same time, I started running one hand down to caress her soft ass. Between rubbing her ass and her soft hard nipples and biting her ear, I knew it would not be long 'til she gave in.

She was crumbling before my eyes- wanting it as bad as me- when the phone rang. I tried to get her not to answer it. I kissed harder and held her in my arms. She wrestled away from me and got the phone even as I played with her nipple. She answered the phone in a panting breath. As my wife talked I knew it didn't sound good. The call was from my wife's Sister Dora who was sick and throwing up. Her husband was gone on a business trip and she did not have anyone to help with her 10 month and 2 year old children. She wanted to know if my wife could come over and help her through the night with them.

"I know you wanted me to go with you to the party," Susan said holding her hand over the phone, "But, my sister needs me and I really feel like I need to help her". Her voice was sad, and even as she said it her mouth went into a frown.

"Go on to the party and I will make it up to you I promise," she said with another one of her wicked smiles.

"Go help your sister," I told her attempting to look pitiful, "I will just have to go alone."

As she hung up the phone and started to undress I was still excited looking at her. I wanted her so bad I could not help it. My cock was rock hard and I wanted her right then and did not want to wait. It was like my blood was leaving my brain and going to my cock. I reached behind her and started lovingly biting her neck.

"Ohhhh. Stop that we will have time later," she said with a regretful smile.

"Come on," I pleaded, "I can't wait 'til later."

"Yes you can... and to give you a little something to make it worthwhile, you can fuck my ass when I get back," she said with a big grin.

She stuck her beautiful ass in the air and shook it at me. This only made my cock harder, dreaming about fucking her hard and long. She stripped in a flash, grabbed her keys and was out the door before I could even plead my case. There I was; horny, dressed up and no date. As I glanced up at the clock, I realized that I would be late if I did not hurry. I finished dressing and headed to my sister's house. I knew that she had lots of very sexy friends and I was worried I would have to walk about all night with a raging hard on. I decided that since my wife would not be home 'til the next day, I would drink all I wanted and just sleep it off at my sister's house.

I drove to her house trying not to think about my wife's ass or the way her nipples pressed into my hands through her nurse uniform. The more I tried not to think about her, the more I could not help it, so I just concentrated on the drive and listened to the radio. As I pulled into my sister's driveway I could see the house was hopping with people. She was not in costume when she answered the door, just a plain dress but she looked great anyway.

"Hey sis... I thought this was a costume party," I said looking at hanging stethoscope.

"It is but I have a surprise. I bought the wildest costume you have ever seen and I am on my way to put it on now, besides good things come to those that wait." she said kissing me on the cheek.

"I have to go and change. Go help yourself to the food and drinks," she said hurrying off to her room.

I was not disappointed at all - there was eye candy galore. When I said my sister had hot friends, I was not kidding. It looked like a Playboy convention. Some of the outfits were so incredibly sexy; they even made my wife's costume look tame. One girl was dressed as Wonder Woman in a costume so thin you could see the outline of long hard nipples pressing against the thin material. My favorite thing about her costume was it was so tight you could see the material pressing up her pussy and that she was definitely shaved.

One of my favorite costumes was a pirate, worn by a girl with huge breasts that kept trying to get out of the top. It was so low cut that it just barely covered the nipple. The whole back of her top was open and I could just see the crack of her ass. My hard on seemed to just keep getting worse and the only solution that I could think of and that was to drink. I got a beer and started downing it; I knew I could pick up a girl in a crowd like this but I in no way wanted to cheat on my wife. So I drank and just enjoyed the show.

The party was really going well and I was way past the point of "feeling no pain", when I saw my sister motioning for me to come over toward her room. Just from looking in her eyes I could see that she had been doing her own share of drinking. I guessed she was almost as gone as me. I walked to her door and asked her, "What's up sis?"

"I really need your help," she said as she motioned me to get inside her room.

"How can I help?" I asked with a bit of a slur.

"Well..." she motioned to a huge costume on her bed.

"I bought this costume and was going to wear it tonight with a friend of mine but she just called to let me know that she's sick," she said in a near panic.

"You do not even want to know what I paid for it and it takes two people to wear it," she said frowned.

It was one wild costume. As I looked at it, I could see it was without a doubt made for two people. It was a beautifully done but huge dragon. I could see the basic idea was that one person went in first. Their legs acted as the front legs of the dragon. Then that person had to lean forward to get their head into the dragon's head. This required the first person to stay partly hunched over the whole time. The second person's legs also went into the front legs of the dragon. The legs were easily large enough for two people then the second person had to stand up straight and act like the back of the dragon, creating a hump in the costume, putting their arms into holes that make the wings go up and down. The front feet had straps to put your feet in. This way each person could lift the dragon feet in unison. The back legs and tail were just to balance out the huge front.

"Look sis, I understand but as much as I have been drinking all that will happen is we fall on our asses," I said with a laugh, "I am sure you have someone else you can get to help you."

"Come on, please for me," my sister pouted. She used to try that look on me when we were kids when she realized she could not bully me into giving in.

"Just this one time help me out and I will never ask for another favor. Pleaseeeee," she begged.

"I am not even sure if I can walk straight. Do you have any idea how much I have had to drink?" I asked her, trying not to slur my words.

"Not as much as me," she replied. Looking at her I could see she wasn't feeling any pain either.

She gave me that sad look. Her face pleading with all the feminine charm she could muster in her drunken state. I hate it when she does that.

"OK, I will do it but if we fall on our asses it's your fault," I told her walking over to the bed to investigate the costume more closely.

"Look sis, there is no way I am going to stay hunched over like that," I told her. "If I do this I will take the back of the costume and wag the tail."

"Fair enough," she accepted as she unzipped the back of the costume. The she stood back up and began to strip her clothes off in front of me. I looked at her in shock.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked her.

"It's no big deal I have my bikini on under my clothes" she told me, "Don't be such a prude. You're a married man, it's not like you haven't seen a woman in a bathing suit before."

As she pulled off her dress I could see that her bikini had just barely enough fabric to carry the name. I guess it could have been worse. It had a high cut bottom that tied with short strings on the sides. Thank goodness she was not wearing her thong!

"OK, Strip," she instructed me.

"What? Are you crazy? I am your brother," I said with a shake in my voice. It was bad enough that she was standing in front of me in next to nothing and that I was having a hard time banishing the dirty thoughts that came to mind seeing her nipples poke into the triangles of her suit.

"Look, I know you have your boxers on. You always do. That is no different than seeing you in a bathing suit. Besides it is so hot in this costume you will die if you don't get some clothes off," she reasoned.

Maybe it was from drinking too much or just not really giving a damn but I realized it was a losing argument. I had just told her I would do it and there was no way she would let me out of it now. I started undressing down to my boxers. She climbed in and put her feet through the first set of legs and then her arms. She had to hold on the wall as she leaned over to put her head in the dragons head. As she let go to put her arms in I almost fell over trying to get my legs in beside hers. I finally got all the way in and put my arms through the second set of holes to flap the wings up and down.

"How the hell do we zip this thing up?" I asked her.

"There is a string that comes through the mouth," she told me. "I can zip it up once you get all the way in."

"I am all the way in," I told her.

"NO... you have get closer to me it's a very tight fit."

I leaned forward till my crotch was pushed up against her ass. At that moment I felt the zipper being pulled up and it pushed me harder against her. We were in but I was pressed so tight against her I could feel her ass pressing against my cock.

"I don't think I can do this," I told her.

"Yes you can. Besides, I broke the string when I pulled the zipper closed, if we get out now it will ruin the costume. Come on lets give it a try," she pleaded.

I was just drunk enough to think, "What the hell?" and told her ok. Walking was just as hard as I thought it would be. We had to go very slowly to keep from falling. After a little while we got in step with each other and managed to say upright. It was fun in a way; though I could not see anything at all. There was almost no light from the back but a tiny bit drifting down from the head my sister was wearing.

She would reach out and hug her friends and I would flap the big wings popping them in peoples' faces, asses or whatever was in the way. The effect the teasing and the walking with my crotch pressed tightly against her ass was having on me caused my cock to twitch and grow. "No!" I thought to myself sternly, "I can not get a hard on with my cock pressed against my sisters ass."

I tried to think of everything gross and disgusting in an effort to keep my cock from raising its head but between the teasing sexy voices I heard and my sister's ass going up and down as she walked, my cock rose and there way no way I could stop it.

I knew she felt it but it did not seem to bother her. The more she walked the more her ass slipped up and down my cock. It was almost like being jacked off with a huge hand. We were getting so hot that sweat was running over both of us and it only acted like lubricant. I was getting more and more turned on and there was no way I could deny it. Ideas were rushing through my mind.

Was it the feeling of having my cock worked or the fact it was my sisters ass that had me so turned on? It hurt my head to think about it and I wanted to just go with the feeling. I want to cum. I needed to cum. At times it seemed she would bend over further to hug someone and her ass cheeks would wrap my hard cock even harder.

We had been walking around about 15 minutes and we were both covered in sweat. The sweat was dripping down our bodies and my boxers were soaked. I was so into feeling my sister's ass rub up and down my hard cock that I was not even paying attention to anything around me. I was just lost in the lust of the moment.

It was then that I felt something different. In my fogged state it took a minute to realize what it was. My sister's bikini bottoms had come untied and were slipping down her leg. We walked maybe 6 more steps and they fell all the way off.

We both stopped walking and paused with realization at what had happened. She whispered back to me.

"Oops, sorry. I guess this is a problem, little brother," she said in a giggly laugh.

Now that her bikini bottoms were totally gone her ass really spread around my cock. The feeling increased ten fold as each step she took caused her ass to pull my cock up and down. I let out a moan as I felt her naked ass against me. She whispered back, "We need to get back to the room and fix this problem before things get messy."

She had no idea how messy things were going to get very soon if we did not get out of this thing. I could feel the blood leaving my brain and all I wanted was to cum hard and long. I was close to the point of not caring who I was with or who was around. I just wanted to cum. Her bare ass was so deep and tight that I could feel her cheeks pulling on my boxers as we walked. As she took one more step her ass pulled on my cock and I felt my cock spring out of the fly in my boxers.

"Oh shit..." was all I could manage to say as my cock pressed against her wet ass.

"I know I can feel it" she said in dreamily wispy voice.

"We have to get back to the room now and get out of the costume," she said. This time there was no laugh just a small quiver in her voice.

I only thought I was turned on before. Now I could feel her bare skin and the sweat from our bodies running between the crack of her ass. The whole inside of the costume smelled of sweat and there was no denying there was the smell of wet pussy.

The smell of her sex was more intoxicating than anything I could have ever imagined. I was getting more and more turned on. I knew in my brain that we had to get out of this soon, but all thought about consequences had totally left me. I was completely and totally lost in the moment.

My heart was racing and I could tell she was also starting to pant a little. Her breathing was short and fast and with each step she would let a little moan out. Getting back to her room was a nearly impossible task. We were way outside on the deck and it took 10 minutes for us to get that far. I knew it was going to be a slow walk back inside and to her room.

Slowly we walked back inside her house. Each step seemed to take and eternity. With each forward step my rock hard cock was slipping up and down her and I swear she was pushing her ass against me with each step. The temperature in the costume was rising and I was not sure it was all from the heat.

I whispered, "If we don't get back soon I am going to lose it... We have to try to go faster".

We picked up the pace and started taking bigger steps. This was a big mistake. With her first big step forward we got out of sync and she fell over toward the floor face first. I tried to lean back to keep us upright. Her falling forward and me falling back was just enough gap that my cock slipped from between her ass cheeks. As she caught herself from falling and pulled up, I felt a warm wetness engulf my hard throbbing cock.
She let out a moan and her whole body stiffened as a small quake rippled through her body. My mind was in a fog. I tried to pull back but there was no room. Her pussy squeezed my cock like a vice and her breathing quickened. Neither of us moved or said anything for several seconds. Soon her breathing slowed down but the warm wetness was still engulfing my hard cock.