My baby sister called me. She's a cute little freshman in college, at Hunter College in Manhattan, New York. I work downtown on Wall Street, being six years older than she is.
"Hi, Melissa. This is a nice surprise. How are you?" I asked her after reading off from the caller ID that it was she who was calling. She rarely called me, and it occurred to me I never called her. Actually, not counting work, I rarely call anyone. If I speak on the phone it's because someone calls me.
As the thoughts raced through my mind I realized her calling me was strange. In the past we have always communicated electronically, usually by text, since I don't use Facebook. (It's a long and uninteresting story why I don't. It involves my own paranoia.)
"I've been better," Melissa said. It's hard to tell via telephone, but it seemed as if she was suppressing tears.
"Talk to me, Sis. I'll make it all better," I said. I've been saying that to her since she was three years old and I was nine, older and protective of my little bundle of a sister, as I used to call her before she was grown. She's now 69 inches tall and has a figure many women would kill to have. Her body is perfectly proportioned and resembles an hourglass. Her body is a living, vibrant cliché of the body of a sexy woman.
"Not on the phone. Meet me?" Melissa said.
"Can you come downtown? I'll leave work around eleven tonight. There's a lot of volatility in the markets overseas right now. We can meet at the Stone Street Tavern. Do you know it?" I said.
"I can find it. What time? Eleven PM?"
I was bit stunned by her appearance. She looked older than her eighteen years. Of course, her nineteenth birthday was just around the corner, but still! Her cleavage turned some heads, and her tiny waist was emphasized by her generous hips. Mostly though it was her eyes that belied her age. My little sister looked ready for sex!
I quickly moved over to her before some random guy at the bar tried to pick her up. I knew my colleagues and their attitudes towards women. Let's just say that for a lot of them, it wasn't going to be pretty if the woman in question was your sister.
Melissa figured out my reaction in real time. "It's okay, Mark. I'm used to men in bars. They're like mosquitos swarming around but they're after something besides my blood."
"Do they get it often?" I asked and kicked myself for saying that as soon as the words left my mouth!
Melissa cocked her head and looked up at me (I'm six feet two inches to her five feet nine). She had the look of surprise on her face one might expect a little sister to have after a remark from her brother as tasteless as mine had been just then.
"What kind of question is that to ask your sister? Let me put it this way. I use mosquito repellant but I still get bitten. It's the same with the men, I'm afraid. And since you doubtless desperately want to ask but hopefully never would, I have not been a virgin for three years now. And yes, I'm sexually active. At times, I'm very active. Happy?"
I looked sheepishly at my feet and said nothing. The waitress came over to us in her St Pauli Girl outfit, showing off the maximal amount of bare flesh from the tops of her boobs to the top of her neck, as if to emphasize the sexual undertones. I ordered two St Pauli Girls. Why not? Her outfit inspired me. It's not a bad beer, anyway.
"I need your help, Mark," Melissa said, once we had each finished our first two beers. I had been wondering when she was going to get to the point, ie, why she had to meet me?
"How can I help?" I asked, hoping to God she was not pregnant or something.
"I dumped my boyfriend Pete last week," she said. I visibly relaxed; it was not pregnancy, being arrested, or any sort of crap of that order of magnitude.
I did not even know she had had a boyfriend, let alone one named Pete. Given her looks and the way the other men in the bar were looking at her, though, I must say I was not surprised. "I'm sorry to hear that," I said.
"Don't be," Melissa said. "He's a skunk. I can't believe he slept with Susan. She's such a slut, even if she's been my best friend since we were both six years old."
"Your boyfriend slept with your best friend?" I asked, a bit surprised.
"Yeah, he got her so drugged she did not know how to close her legs, you know? I'm not even sure she knew it was Pete between her legs," Melissa said.
"How do you know then it was Pete?" I asked, figuring Pete did not tell her, and Susan apparently was too drunk, stoned, or otherwise drugged, to know who it was who was enjoying her body.
"I saw the video on line," Melissa said. What kind of world did my baby sister live in, anyway?
I did not want to ask again what she needed from me. Maybe all she wanted was a comforting ear? Someone she could trust and confess to? I was also hoping she was not planning to ask me to beat up Pete or something nutty like that. She knew I had been the head of the boxing team in high school, but that was a long time ago. Happily, Pete was not mentioned again.
We talked about her college and she asked about my job. For the first time ever, she actually seemed interested in what I did. I kept waiting for her to explain why she had to see me but the explantion never came. Finally, close to 1AM the bar made the last call announcement.
"I thought bars could stay open until 4AM?" Melissa said.
"They can, but they don't have to. This is not exactly a nightlife area, you know," I replied. It occurred to me I did not even know where my sister lived. I assumed it was in a college dorm or something.
The moment had come. I saw Melissa's hands shaking as she held her third beer. She said, "Mark, I need a date for Halloween. There's a party I need to go to and I won't go without a man on my arm. Or better, with me on the man's arm," she said, and she nervously giggled.
My thoughts spun around in my head. Did she want me to find some friend to take her to the party? My friends would see her hot body and drool. I could not handle seeing a friend the next day knowing he might have, thanks to me setting him up, carnal knowledge of my baby sister! Gross! Given her language and seemingly casual attitude towards sex I knew he would probably be able to lay her, too. How I could I think about my own little sister like this?
I worried my sister took after our mother. I'm sure Melissa did not know, but our Mom was both a MILF and an easy lay, a powerful combination. I had figured something was wrong when it was often my friend's fathers who would come to pick my friends after we had played together at my house. Well, why not? Why did it have to be their mothers who came?
The fathers however would go upstairs with my Mom to "talk" after we had begged for more time to play with my trains, or my video games as I got older. The father of my friend would come down alone around a half hour later, smiling broadly, and when I went upstairs to find Mom after my friends had left, she was always in the bath. When I discovered sex some years later I had an epiphany about what must have been going on!
Maybe it was something else with my sister? But what? What else could it be? Look on the bright side, Mark, I told myself. Melissa is not pregnant and begging me to arrange an abortion. She doesn't have an STD and needs me to find a discreet doctor to treat her. All she needs is a date, right? Given the options, that is possibly the most trivial thing she could ask of me.
Speaking of Halloween, I realized I had dodged another bullet. Melissa no longer seemed to be scared shitless of Halloween, as she had been every year since the home invasion we had suffered through when we were little. The men invading our home had been high on meth or something. They had been wearing scary masks when they entered our home.
They had overpowered our father, and then tied him up and gagged him. He sat there helplessly, tied to a chair, as they raped our mother right in front of him. Her screams still haunt both Melissa and me.
It was only after I became an adult that I realized her screams were due to orgasms she had as she was being raped. In fact, I later learned the truth was that she had not been raped. It had been consensual sex in the kitchen while Melissa and I cowered together in our bedrooms. I even wondered if my parents knew the home invaders and that it was elaborate plan for acting out a gangbang for my Mom, with my twisted Dad getting to watch?
Only recently had I realized our Mom, who loved and adored us and has always been the best Mom imaginable, was also a slut, who had tremendous trouble saying no to any man who wanted her. I suspect she had hoped her marriage to my father would save her from her promiscuous ways, but it didn't. They married young, after all.
As it turned out our Dad was so weird he did not mind her promiscuous ways as long as he could hear about them later, or better, watch his wife get laid. I had gleaned this only gradually, as I eavesdropped on some amazing conversations. Putting everything together is how I realized that most of the fathers of my friends had enjoyed bedding my Mom. My Mom is a bona fide MILF and slut, even to this day. Was Melissa doomed to be like her? There were some signs.
Perhaps I should mention too that my Mom is only fifteen years older than I am, putting her current age at 43 years. During the home invasion, when Melissa was six and I was twelve years old, our Mom was a MILF of only 27 years of age, one year older than I am now!
When I was eight and my friends' fathers would come to pick them up, Mom was a sexpot MILF of only 23 years. Since the men were typically in their thirties at the time, once the word got out that this sexy MILF would please all comers, the temptation must have been irresistible.
Melissa remained innocent of these revelations about our parents. She still thought our Dad almost died during the home invasion and that our Mom was raped. She has ever since always been terrified of Halloween. Now that she was 18 and sexually active, perhaps it was time for me to tell her the ugly truth about our parents? I'd need a stiffer drink to do that. So too would Melissa!
Now was not the time. I did however ask, "Are you still terrified of Halloween?" That also changed the subject from her plea that she needed a date. I was playing for time to think about the whole date thing.
"Yes, I am, but I'm working on it. My shrink wants me to go a party and have fun on Halloween. She thinks it will help," Melissa said.
"You see a shrink?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah, the college pays for it. After my date rape, they said I have to go," she said.
"Your date rape??" I asked, a bit too loudly. I was both horrified and astonished, especially by the casual way she dropped the news like a bomb right into my lap.
"I'm sorry friends, but you're the last ones here, and it's past closing. I have to ask you to go," the guy sweeping up the place said to us. I noticed all the other chairs were upside down on tables. The guy kind of looked down Melissa's blouse at her generous cleavage as he asked us to leave.
Melissa smiled up at the guy as he studied her boobs, and she rose to her full height. "Thanks for letting us stay this long. We lost track of time," she said, flirtatiously.
"No problem," the guy mumbled.
"I know a place in Greenwich Village that's open until 4AM. You game, Mark?"
We went to the bar Melissa knew. It was in the East Village/NoHo, near Houston and First Avenue. We were quiet in the subway since it was surprisingly crowded, and our conversation was not the type we wanted people to overhear. I had time to think. Maybe my old friend Steve would be a good choice for Melissa on Halloween? Before I brought that up, I inquired about my sister's date rape.
"Well you see, Mark, usually I let the men do what they want after a date. There wants are usually simple, and we go to bed together. They get their rocks off, and usually I enjoy myself, too," she said. "I guess it's a family tradition, right?"
"Too much information," I said. I inferred from her last snide comment that she knew the reputation of our Mom the slut MILF.
Ignoring my remark, Melissa continued. "One time though I got a little too drunk. Pete wasn't around and three men took me home. I told them goodnight at the door. They would not go away without getting something from me, so I kissed all three of them, one after the other, but I said no to their requests to come inside. They got annoyed, since I guess they knew my reputation, and they each wanted their piece of my ass.
It was true I usually put out, but only for one guy at a time, and besides I was in a stage where I was being loyal to Pete. Three men was three times too much. I tried to explain that to them. They pushed their way into my dorm room. They overpowered me, stripped me naked, and they tied me up and gagged me. Do I need to continue?"
"No, you don't. I've got the picture," I said.
"Right, good," Melissa said. "Well the very next day, once I got loose from my bondage, I took myself and my bruises to the campus police. I gave them the names of all three of my rapists. I was examined at the hospital and the police were called and there was an investigation. Despite the forensic evidence, it turned into a case of they said, she said."
"People had seen me drunk and flirting with the three men. A guy coming down the dorm hall had seen all three men kissing me and feeling me up while we kissed. He had seen me giggling. Then of course there was my reputation as being 'easy.'
Eventually the conclusion was that it was a case of 'slut's regret,' and in the end, nothing was done. I told my English Lit professor the sordid story, sparing no detail, and she shamed the administration into offering me free psychiatric help to get over it. I see my shrink three times a week. I have not had sex again since the date rape."
At this point I ordered a whisky, in fact a double. "What happened to the three men?" I asked.
"What do you think happened?" Melissa asked, her voice conveying a tone of bitter sarcasm.
"I guess they were not convicted of anything from what you say. Were they expelled from your school?" I asked.
"Nothing happened to them, Mark. They were not even arrested, and the school held its investigation and then did nothing to them. They're still in school and I run into them from time to time just walking to classes," Melissa said.
"That must be beyond horrible for you!" I said.
"I think that's why Pete slept with Susan," Melissa said, seeming to realize something for the first time. "I had been refusing to have sex with him after the date rape. He was horny, and there she was," my sister added.
"Your life is a mess. I'm so sorry, Sis," I said.
"My life's fine. School is going well, I'm acing my classes, and my friends have rallied around me and they've been great. It's only my love life that's a mess, and I figure abstinence is the way to go until the shrink gives the all clear," Melissa said.
"Okay," I said, not knowing what else to say.
"But there's the Halloween terror thing, and my shrink thinks I need to let loose at a party to vanquish my demons, so to speak. I love the whole concept of vanquishing demons on Halloween, by the way. I need a date for protection, though, and it has to be someone I trust. I need someone I can trust completely," Melissa said.
"Do you have a friend you can trust like that?" I asked.
"No," she said. "I've kind of slept with all the men I could trust, and they would want and expect to get into my panties if I asked them to be my date for Halloween. You know how men are." Yes, I thought, I knew only too well, being myself a man just like that.
Holy cow, I thought, my sister truly is a slut! She's only eighteen (almost nineteen, but still!) and she's already slept with 'all the men she could trust?'
"What about a gay male friend?" I asked.
"I tried that. They all have dates already. Halloween is a major event. There's the parade, don't forget," she said. I had in fact forgotten about the Halloween Gay Parade in New York. That was a major, and typically spectacular, event.
"What do you want from me? I could find you a date for Halloween. You're hot, Melissa, and all I would need to do would be to show a friend your picture, and he would drool at the prospect. But he would not be someone you could trust in that sense," I said.
"I don't want a blind date for Halloween, Mark. I want you," my sister said.
"What?"
"I can trust you. You 'll protect me, you always have. I want you to be my date. My shrink thinks you'd be perfect. I've told her a lot about you. Really a lot," she said.
"What have you told your shrink about me?" I asked, nervous suddenly, and playing again for time about Melissa's request for me to be her date. I had not seen it coming. In fact, I had a call girl, Becky, all lined up for Halloween.
Becky does the 'girlfriend experience' where even though she is a call girl she pretends she is hopelessly in love with you and spends a glorious night in bed with you, then lets you take her out for brunch the next day. The couple of times I partook of her services had been memorable. I had been planning to enjoy her at my own Halloween party downtown.
"Don't worry, Mark. I've not told my shrink anything bad about you. I never told her for example about you and Mom getting it on," my sister said.
I spluttered my drink, making a small mess, as Melissa giggled upon seeing my reaction. I just stared at Melissa.
"Last Christmas, Mark," Melissa began. "You came out of Mom's bedroom naked with your cock sticking out and gooey wet with your cum and what had to be Mom's copious pussy juices. Your sneaky little sister saw it all."
"Don't worry, I don't blame you," Melissa continued. "No man I know, except perhaps for Dad, can resist our Mom. I was just a bit surprised she seduced even you. Your secret is safe with me. I know it's hard for men to say no when the woman is willing. Trust me, I know. I know it well."
************
I thought about it. When my good friend Bret had come home with me from college, Melissa had been sixteen and Mom had been 37. Bret had been overwhelmed to have two such sexy women on either side of him. "How do you stand it?" he had asked me.
"Stand what?" I asked.
"Having a sexpot Mom and a sexpot little sister living at home with you?" he asked.
I almost slugged him. "Melissa is only sixteen, you moron, and my Mom is a wonderful woman. Don't demean her with your language." Bret seemed surprised by my overreaction. Nevertheless, he persisted.
"Your sister's no innocent virgin, Mark. I can see it in her eyes," Bret said, again narrowly escaping a punch from this here high school boxing champion.
"My Mom and especially my little sister are off limits, Bret," I said.
"I know that, Mark. Of course! Why are you so sensitive?" Bret said.
I'm pretty sure though that when I went off for a couple of hours to run errands for my Mom, Bret tapped my Mom. When I returned home Mom was the same, Bret looked guilty as sin, and Melissa was nonstop giggles. Melissa must have heard Mom moan and deduced the rest.
It was only now, looking at my sister and hearing her talk, that I realized it might have been someone other than Mom who Bret tapped? Holy shit!
*
"Mark, I want you to be my date for Halloween. My shrink Christine says it should be you. You'll protect me from the other men, and you won't harm me. Please?"
"Protect you?" I asked.
"Well, if a man asks me to dance, I'll have no choice but to dance with him. Sometimes they get fresh, you know? That's okay, I don't mind a little friskiness, but if they get carried away, well, that's why I need you there, right?" Melissa said, looking young and innocent and batting her eyes. She leaned forward towards me and her cleavage gave away her true sex goddess nature.
"My lips are up here, Mark," she said.
"I think the phrase is 'my eyes are up here'," I said.
"Yes, of course. But so are my lips," and then she leaned across the table and as I looked down the blouse of my sister she launched a surprise attack and kissed me on the lips. It was most definitely not a sisterly kiss. When she finished the kiss, getting full cooperation from me I'm ashamed to say, I was hard. Who was this woman and where was my innocent little sister, my little bundle?
Not knowing what I was getting into, I said, "Yes, Melissa. I'll be your date for Halloween."
Melissa smiled. "I get final approval on your costume, Mark."
"Okay," I said. did not tell my sister what happened with Mom and me. Why should I have? She basically already knew, after all. She did not need the details. Surely though Melissa must have seen Mom walking around in suggestive clothing. Well, it was her house after all. Hers and Dad's. She could dress as she liked, right?
Now it's helpful to understand that my Mom has the body of a twenty-something woman. She is smoking hot. Every single one of my friends in high school wanted to lay her. My college friends, those I brought home on occasion, definitely wanted to lay her. She always wore clothes that emphasized her curvaceous figure.
Sometimes she would walk around in a T shirt with no bra, her big nipples poking at the fabric. When she knew I was looking she would stretch, raising her arms over her head and thrusting out her pelvis. "I'm so stiff," she would complain. "I wish your Dad were here to give me a good massage. Why does he have to travel so goddam much?"
"It's his job, Mom," I would say. I knew when he returned she would have sex with some guy while he watched. That was their kink. I didn't judge. They were my parents, for Pete's sake. I was a live and let live kind of guy. Still, I couldn't help but think it was weird. I knew, though, there were men like my Dad. Women like my Mom were probably rarer, however, but I knew too they existed.
This went on. Day after day I would see my Mom dressed to tease. She would wear thin stretch yoga pants, almost see through, with no panties. I could easily see her camel's toe. When she wore a cut off top with no bra and I could see the bottoms of her boobs sticking out from it, I practically lost it.
"Mom, you should put on a proper T shirt. You're a bit exposed like that. Steve may come over later," I said. Steve was one of my friends.
"Good point," Mom said. She fished a T shirt out of the laundry basket right in the kitchen where we were talking. She took off her top, revealing her glorious boobs to me and moved to put on the T shirt. She smelled it and tossed it back in the hamper. I was just staring at her boobs. I could not believe 24 years ago I had suckled myself to a nice full tummy from those two glorious mounds. I wish I could have remembered having done that!
"Mark dear," Mom said, addressing me calmly while she stood there half nude, "Could you give me a massage? I really need one. Please?" Mom grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom, her boobs bouncing sexily as we mounted the stairs. She then further shocked me by taking off her yoga pants, standing there nude, and lay down on her bed on her tummy.
"The massage oil is in the nightstand, Mark," she said. "You'd best undress too so as not to ruin your clothes with the oil." Mom's body was better than the bodies of the most of the girls I had dated in college!
Feeling I had no choice I got out the oil. I stripped down to my briefs.
"Your briefs, too, Mark. If I'm naked, you can be, too," Mom said. "Don't worry son, we're family." I waited until she was on her stomach before I removed my briefs. I was hard and embarrassed to be turned on by my mother's naked body. It was gross. I felt like a real lout.
Next to the oil in her nightstand drawer was a vibrator. Why was I surprised? I put oil all over her backside and began my massage at her shoulders. Mom made groans of pleasure as I tried to rub out the kinks in her muscles. Finally, I finished when I reached her ankles. I had studiously avoided getting too near to her pussy, or the hints of her boobs one could see even from her backside, but I was able to study my Mom's pussy quite plainly. One thing about a woman's pussy: you can see it when she's on her back, and you can see it when she's on her stomach, too.
"Now do my front, please," Mom said as she rolled over onto her back. There she was naked on her bed. Her legs were together but I still saw her gorgeous boobs, her long nipples, and the top of her slit all laid out before me.
I took a deep breath and spread the oil all over her body. I spread it on her breasts and she giggled softly. I skipped her pussy, of course. "You missed a spot, Mark," she said. She grabbed my hand, now covered in oil, and placed it squarely on her pussy. "Rub it into me," she said.
I gave Mom a full massage of her front too. "Feel better now, Mom?" I saw that she was staring at my erection, which was almost painful I was so hard.
"Stick it in me," she said.
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"Look Mark, I'm much too horny with your Dad away. It's either you or Steve. Steve wouldn't hesitate a second and you know it. I'd rather it be you," she said, and she spread her legs. She grabbed my cock and pulled it towards her sex. I'm ashamed, but I just let her.
Mom was so wet! I was not an innocent. I had laid five girls by then and a few call girls, but none of them felt like Mom did when I entered her. She was tight. Her cunt grabbed my cock and as I slipped it up her canal she let out a low moan that was so sexy I almost came right then! Luckily, I was able not to cum instantly upon entry and I pumped in and out of her with my eyes closed, enjoying the spectacular feel of the same pussy from which I had entered the world some twenty-four years earlier.
Mom was fucking me back. She was thrusting up at me every time I thrust down into her. She was meeting my strokes. I think I may have been grunting but Mom was loudly moaning up a storm! I heard the front door and I knew Melissa had come home and she had to know that someone was fucking Mom. Since this was not that unusual, I hoped she would just go about her own business downstairs, and apparently that's exactly what she did. I forgot all about her as Mom raised the temperature by wrapping her legs around my back and clawing at my back with her fingernails, moaning louder and louder.
Suddenly Mom came! It was not subtle. Her loud scream was my first clue, and my second clue was her quivering body. My third clue came a little later and it was her sigh of blissful contentment. I then power fucked her and a couple of minutes later I unloaded inside her. I unloaded inside my own Mom. I sent my stuff way up inside that sexy woman who gave me life. What a creep I am!
"God, that was good. Mark, you are spectacular. Now listen: Don't tell Dad or your sister. This is our secret, okay? They won't understand, especially Dad, because he would have wanted to watch," Mom said.
I was in a state of shock, I think. I got up, said nothing, and walked across the hall to the toilets. That must have been when Melissa, still downstairs, happened to glance up the stairs and saw me in my naked glory, right after sex with Mom. I don't know what she thought, but obviously she had not forgotten it. No, not at all, I'm afraid. It's still right there in my sister's active memory: Me coming out of my mother's bedroom, naked, with my juice covered cock leading the way. Shit.
***************
Halloween came quickly. There's a good costume store on Broadway in the Village and I got a costume there. I was not prepared for Melissa's costume. "Don't you want to put some more clothes on, Melissa?" I said.
Melissa spun around smiling and giggling, giving me a view from all angles. As she spun centrifugal forces caused her skirt to rise up and outwards, and she ended up showing off her panties. They were mesh net. There was an opaque bit right over her slit but everything else was visible. My sister had a great ass, I could not help but notice. Had she not been my sister I would have loved to tap that ass! Then there were her boobs. Her nipples were poking at the top of her costume.
"Put on a bra, for Pete's sake!" I said.
"I'm wearing one silly. My boobs are too big to go the entire party without a bra," she said.
"No, you're not. Your nipples wouldn't poke like that at your top if you were wearing a bra," I said, sounding just like our Dad when he would scold us as kids.
Melissa lifted her top and she was wearing what I soon learned was called a shelf bra that exposed most of her boobs and certainly her nipples, yet still gave some support to her boobs. "See, silly brother?"
"Gorgeous boobs, Melissa," I said.
"Hey, thanks Bro," she said, and she planted a kiss on my lips. It was another amazing, sexy, passionate kiss. What was she playing at? Only after the kiss did she lower back her top. I enjoyed the prolonged free look at her tits.
"Aren't you going to wear a coat? It's cold tonight," I said.
"Nope. The cold will do my nipples good. Coats get 'lost' at parties, anyway. Thieves are everywhere!" my little sister said.
Melissa got chilled walking over to the party with me once we had left the subway. She began to cling to me for warmth. I felt the warmth of her sexy body pushing into me and somehow it was romantic, even reassuring. I had to keep reminding myself this little sexpot was my sister, her passionate kisses and her flashing me her boobs not withstanding. I was determined to be an asexual chaperone.
Maybe that was just the way Melissa kissed all men? Was she always passionate? She had already painted a picture of herself as a slut, after all. Or at least she was a slut before the date rapes. God, the triple rape must have been horrific. The poor girl!
I pulled her tighter against me. Yes, I was the great protector tonight. We'd get through this. According to the shrink, it would be therapeutic, after all. Melissa's shrink seemed a bit strange to me, but hey, what do I know, anyway?
We arrived at the party and Melissa was immediately surrounded by a gaggle of girls. They all looked genuinely thrilled to see her. It was a reassuring sight. They truly cared for her and were thrilled she was taking the big step of entering the world of parties again. Maybe also she was re-entering the world of gratuitous sex?
Speaking of gratuitous sex, Melissa and I had worked things out well in advance and we had a series of secret code words for how I was to behave in almost any situation Melissa found herself in. For example, if some guy was coming onto her too hard, which was easy to imagine given how pretty she was coupled with how she was dressed, and I came to rescue her, she had a way to signal if she wanted rescue or if I were to hang back.
The girls were all talking up a storm and Melissa disappeared into their midst. Like a lion hunting its prey, I checked out the women at the edge of the gaggle. Damn, they were all sexy, each and every one of them! I wondered how many of them were wearing net mesh panties and shelf bras? Maybe I needed to get out more?
Call girls are sexy too, hell that's their business to be sexy, but this was a different kind of sexy. It was the innocent sexy of an eighteen-year-old girl who's on the make. There's more energy, more enthusiasm, and a ton more giggling. I'll bet at the end of the night there's enthusiastic sex, too!
I relaxed and went to the bar and got myself a Scotch and water. I had to stop lusting after the friends of my little sister. The water was good but the Scotch was cheap. Cutty Sark would have been an improvement, for example. I went back to the bar and asked for a glass of Johnny Walker Black on the rocks. Ahh. That was better.
I went back to the gaggle of girls and it was no longer there. I looked over to the dance floor and all of the girls were already dancing with some guy, each and every one. Where was Melissa? I could not see her. I looked carefully and saw each and every one of her friends, but not my sister. I began to get nervous.
I quickly walked around the dance floor looking for Melissa. She was nowhere. Finally, just as my stomach was rising up to my neck in panic I saw her at the bar. She was smiling and talking to a guy who had bought her a drink. He had his hand up the back of her skirt, too. This seemed to be fine with my slutty sister. She looked as if she had not noticed his hand being busy under her skirt, but of course she had. Any girl would have noticed that! We had only been at the party twenty minutes and she was already letting a guy take liberties? Just how traumatized was she, anyway?
I strolled over to the bar and stood next to my sister and her molester. "Hi Mark!" my sister said brightly. "Mark this is Duane. Duane, this is Mark, and he is my date tonight." Duane took his hand out from under Melissa's skirt and we shook hands. His fingers were wet. His bleeping hand had been inside my sister! I glared at him, and he shrugged his shoulders as if to say no worries, mate, I did not know she had a date. I believed his shrug.
"Hey Duane," Melissa called after him and he skunked away. "One more dance?"
Melissa led Duane to the dance floor. They danced three dances and by the end of the third dance Melissa's panties were at her ankles and her top was open. As Duane exposed my sister's nipples to the entire party (thanks to her shelf bra) and fingered her under her skirt, the two of them kissed passionately. I found out later that Melissa was fascinated with the whole interracial aspect, since Duane was black.
Melissa stepped out of her panties, leaving them on the dance floor. I looked around, especially at her gaggle of friends, and several of them had their panties on the floor, too. It must be a thing, I thought. I studied the gaggle of Melissa's friends, now disbursed among different men all over the place. One in particular caught my eye.
Not only had this girl left her panties on the dance floor, but her dance partner was all over her, sticking his hand up her skirt and mauling her boobs with his other hand, while the two of them were in a lip lock. Melissa might consider herself a slut, but compared to her peer group she seemed to be nothing less than normal. I found the scene of these 'innocent' little eighteen-year-old girls to be arousing. I was beginning to find everything arousing. I was only 24, but I felt old!
Looking back, once again I had lost track of Melissa. Alarmed again, this time I had a plan. I had earlier noticed that there were some dark corners perfect for making out. One did not have true privacy there, but one had a lot more than one did on the dance floor. I began to check them out, looking for my sister.
In every dark corner I looked I saw a girl in a state of undress in the process of being molested. In one corner the guy had the woman bottomless and he was preparing to fuck her! The woman was giggling. I watched for a bit and saw him bend her over a chair and then enter her from behind. She groaned softly as he filled her up. They were doing it right there, in public, at the party. What was in the punch at this place, anyway?
I tore myself away from their fucking and continued the search for my sister, now realizing more precisely why she felt she needed protection. I found her. She was still mostly dressed, except for her panties of course. Duane's hand was up her skirt again and I felt it was certain he was fingering her. They were kissing and she had her hands around his neck. As I got closer I heard her groaning as she kissed.
"Hi Melissa," I said. "It took me a while to find you. Hi, Duane. You seem to be monopolizing my date tonight."
"She has a thing for black men," Duane said.
"Melissa can speak for herself," I said.
"I have a thing for black men," Melissa said. "But it's not polite to ignore my date, Duane."
"Hey, sorry man. Your girl is too much! No hard feelings, I hope?"
"No worries, Duane. Find someone else, okay?" I said.
A very relieved Duane left us. I looked at Melissa. She giggled nervously. "Great timing, Mark. I was having trouble resisting Duane. Who knows what might have happened had you not shown up?" Melissa shivered at the thought.
"You know, Melissa, this is 2018. Have you heard of #MeToo? It's okay to say no," I said.
"I know that's the theory. Theory differs in practice, my adorable, older idealistic brother," my sister said. "Nobody says no at these Halloween parties. It's just not done. If you say no they send you to the ghouls," and my sister shivered in fear. She wasn't acting. "You can't fuck at this party. If you do, you are taken by the evil forces," my sister said. "Everyone knows that."
"One of your friends is already fucking," I said.
"Oh no! We have to save her. Come on, Mark!" she cried, pulling herself together and standing up. She buttoned up her blouse, hiding her boobs once again. I took her to where her friend and some guy were rutting. At this point they were fairly well along.
Melissa went up to the girl. "Mary?" she whispered. Mary groaned a heavily sexual groan in reply. "Are you there, Mary?"
Suddenly I noticed Mary's eyes had lost her pupils. All that was present in her eyes were the whites. Her pupils were actually missing! "We're too late, Mark. Mary is possessed. No, don't!"
I was beginning to pull the guy away from Mary which is why Melissa was alarmed. The guy fucking Mary turned to face me, his cock still buried inside Mary. His eyes were as red as fire and his nose snorted a little smoke.
"He's gone, too. They're crossed over," Melissa said. "Thank God you saved Duane and me. It's a horrible fate."
"Let's go, Melissa," I said. I was freaked. Anyone would have been freaked after seeing the eyes of Mary and the man whose cock was buried inside her. It was the scariest thing I had ever seen.
"We can't abandon my friends. Who else is fucking? Anyone?" my alarmed sister said.
I didn't know. Some girls I thought were close to letting the men do them, but so far Mary was the only one I had seen in flagrante delicto. Suddenly there was a strange and very loud sound. It boomed out, as if it were bouncing off the walls. There were four men on the stage. One was dressed as a wizard and the other four were dressed as devils. I did not know there was going to be entertainment.
Melissa and I faced the stage. Melissa looked scared. Suddenly, seemingly from nowhere, a woman appeared in a see-through white gown, going from neck to ankles. She had nothing on underneath. She seemed to be in a trance. I could not help it, but I thought "Great body!" She had a pretty face, too. She could have been my sister. I held my sister tight against me. Melissa was shivering. I knew she wasn't cold. She was shivering with fear.
There was music. It was scary Halloween music, with violins playing the same jerky musical snippet over and over and over again. I don't know how they got the special effects, but next I saw ghosts flying about the room. "It's Susan!" Melissa whispered to me. "The female sacrifice is Susan!"
Susan was one of Melissa's oldest friends. They had gone to middle school, high school, and college together. Melissa was now terrified, I could tell. Susan lifted up into the air. She appeared to be floating. She rotated and became horizontal and then came to rest on her back on a long table on the stage. Her knees were at the end, were bent, and her legs dangled below the table.
A couple of girls from the gaggle came up to Melissa and me. They were very excited. "It's Susan! Susan is the sacrifice! How horrible!" they whispered. Melissa was softly crying. The tallest devil took out his cock. The special effects were impressive. His cock looked as if it had a forked ending, resembling the tongue of a snake, but a lot thicker. His cock must have been eight or nine inches long, at least, and it was hard, very hard.
Two devils raised the white dress. Susan had no panties or anything on under the dress, so her pussy was now openly exposed to the man in the devil costume. The wizard began to chant and Susan's legs spread widely apart. The wizard spoke, "Is she ready to receive the Devil's cock?"
A different devil stuck a finger in Susan's pussy. He pulled it out and sniffed it. "She is ready, your magnificence," he said.
The devil with the forked cock approached the perfectly still Susan, also known as the sacrifice. The wizard nodded and the devil stuck his cock inside Susan, swiftly pushing it in to the hilt. Susan suddenly raised half her torso, her eyes flew open, and she screamed, "Oh!" Her chest was heaving and I was mesmerized by the scene, watching her breasts heave up and down and the forked cock pump inside her.
Her eyes were wide open, and as she was fucked they gradually changed color to pure white. Like Mary before her, her pupils had disappeared. Susan was making louder and louder moans and groans. They were the erotic type, not the ghostly type, when suddenly she raised her torso a bit from the table and only a few minutes later she was swamped by the orgasm that devoured Cleveland. She was screaming and writhing and clutching at the devil who was fucking her. He sunk into her, arched his back, and no doubt sent his seed inside her, swimming up, up, up looking for eggs.
The devil pulled out, his cock now wet with his jism and Susan's juices covering it. He slipped it back inside his Devil's suit and he left Susan there, naked and quivering, on the table. The second devil stepped up. His cock was identical to the first devil's cock, and he too fucked Susan almost to the brink of insanity, or so it seemed.
As soon as the seed of the second devil was inside Susan, the third devil took his place. I was incredulous. What party has a gangbang as entertainment? When the third devil finally finished with Melissa's unfortunate friend, the wizard made some sort of nonsensical incantation, and the show was over. Once the wizard and the three devils had left the area, Melissa and her friends ran to the stage to attend to Susan.
The two girls who were the first to reach Susan suddenly froze. Apparently, they could not move. As if by black magic, their costumes left their bodies. Next their lingerie left their bodies, too. They were frozen, stark naked, on stage. The other would-be saviors of Susan, my sister included, held back. They were scared, and rightfully so.
Susan rose and floated off. There was a back room or something and as Susan's floating body approached it, the door opened, and Susan and her cum filled pussy were gone from view. The frozen and naked friends of Melissa were able to move again and they quickly hid their nudity, holding their clothes over the important bits, and blushing furiously.
Melissa and I went to find Mary but she was nowhere to be found. I figured she had left with her new lover to continue in private, but Melissa thought she was in the back room with Susan. At Melissa's insistence we went to the door to the back room. To my surprise it opened easily. My talent with fisticuffs made me irrationally brave.
The wizard met us at the door. Melissa said, "Pete?"
"Hi, lover," Pete said. I could see Susan having sex in the background. Three men were all over her. Several men were enjoying Mary's body, too. "Did you enjoy the show?"
We left. Melissa was truly shaken. "That could have been me if I had stayed with Pete," she said. She muttered to herself all the way back to my place. I had decided at some point to discuss with her the crowd she was hanging out with. Tonight however did not seem to be a propitious time to do that.
Melissa had brought over a nightgown. Modesty was not its strong point, and I could see everything right through it. Melissa was shaken and I gave her my bed. I took the couch. I woke at 4AM to find Melissa standing over me. There were ambulance or police sirens blaring outside, something not unusual in New York, but there were also Halloween sound effects of moans and groans. Melissa looked terrified.
"Come to bed with me, Mark. I need you to hold me and to comfort me," my little sister said. She was very scared and was trembling with fear. I climbed into my bed with her and I spooned her, my arm around her waist as we slept the rest of the night. I kept seeing in my head her standing with her naked body visible under her negligée.
I rose first the next morning and the smell of pancakes cooking along with coffee woke up my little sleeping beauty of a sister. I had looked down on her as she slept, her face the picture of beauty combined with the innocence of youth.
As my sister entered the kitchen in her transparent negligee with nothing on underneath it, however, she looked anything but innocent. She looked as hot as a firecracker. Her 'scared little sister' mien of the night before was only a bad memory. Her eyes sparkled and she had the look of mischief about her.
"You were the perfect date last night, Mark. Thank you!" Melissa said.
"Hungry?" I asked, placing the pancakes on the table. The genuine upstate NY pure maple syrup was already on the table. I added a few strips of bacon to her plate.
"Aww. You gave me a heart-shaped pancake?" my sister said.
I smiled. "I love you, Melissa. I'm glad I could take care of you."
"My shrink was right. You were the perfect date. Thanks for comforting me last night, too."
I nodded and sat down to my own plate of pancakes and syrup.
When we finished, Melissa insisted on cleaning up. So as not to harm her transparent and sexy nightgown, the changed to a T shirt, and wore nothing else. The T shirt stopped halfway down her ass, so her pussy was exposed, but it was only her backside as she stood at the sink washing the dishes.
"Thanks for cleaning up, Sis," I said.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" Melissa asked.
"I took the day off today. Want to go to a cemetery? It's All Saints Day, after all." I said.
Melissa got a strange look on her face. "Sure, Bro. Come help me choose what to wear. I can't go like this, now can I?" Melissa took my hand and pulled me back to the bedroom. She held up two outfits she had brought in her overnight bag.
"They're both great," I said.
"Shall I model them for you?" Melissa asked, and she removed her T shirt. Suddenly my sexy sister was naked before me. I was very embarrassed because I was hard. Melissa noticed.
"I think last night cured me," she said.
"That sounds great, but what do you mean?" I asked.
"I'm ready for sex again, provided it's a man I can trust. Someone like you," she said, and she came to me, nude, and she kissed me. It was one of those kisses.
Melissa removed my shirt and she began to remove my pants. "We're brother and sister, Melissa. It's incest," I said, wishing it were not so.
"Yeah. Forget interracial sex, Bro. This is kinkier! It's the ultimate kink!" she said.
"Does that make it okay?" I asked, expecting her to come to her senses.
"It makes it better than okay! Hey, Bro, like mother, like daughter," she said, and she had me naked now too. She grabbed my erect cock and pulled me over to the bed.
Stalling for time, I said, "Is it still kinky if we use the bed?"
"Where did you do it with Mom? Wasn't it in her marital bed?" she asked. I nervously nodded.
"Well if you want, the second time we can do it in your tiny kitchen? The third time maybe in your picture window and put on a show? It won't be as spectacular as Susan's performance last night, but it will still be something, right?" she said.
The second time? The third time? I was still trying to get my head around doing it with Melissa a first time! Who was this woman who was my sister? Suddenly I realized I was now thinking of her as a woman, not a little girl. I remembered her with Duane the night before at the party. Yes, she was definitely now a woman.
Melissa was on the bed, looking all expectant. "I'm already wet for you, Mark," she said.
"What would your shrink think of this?" I asked.
"I'll be sure to ask her, okay?" Melissa said, and she pulled me down on top of her, spread her legs so that my torso fell between them, and she kissed me like I had never been kissed before, not even by her. Her remark about the sex being kinky got to me. I had to admit, it had appeal!
"I'm not sure this is wise," I said, as a last pathetic attempt to be good. Melissa was already stroking my cock.
"Get off your high horse. You're already going to hell after having done Mom. Now it's my turn, brother of mine!" and Melissa gave my cock a particularly hard pull. She moved about and took me in her mouth. At that point I gave up. I lay down on the bed and enjoyed letting her suck me off.
My goodness she was good, too! She was not sucking me to please me, as many girls do, nor in the hope of avoiding fucking as I'm sure some of them do. Women sometimes use fellatio as a way to escape without fucking, or so I've long suspected. No, my sister actually loved sucking cock, or at least she loved sucking my cock! She locked on my eyes as she blew me.
She did not let me cum, however. "I'll let you cum in my mouth another time, Mark. I really need for you to fuck me now. I need to know I can do it again. Plus, I'm sure you're great!" and with that, Melissa climbed on top me and grabbed my cock and she guided it right into her love box.
It was the best sex I had ever had! Mary Jane will always be special, since she was my first, and Mom will always be special because she is, well, she's Mom. Some of the girls I had laid were technically brilliant, and that includes my call girl Becky. With Melissa though it was totally different.
To fuck a woman you have known since her birth, one whose diaper you once changed (more than once, truth be told, even if I was only seven when I changed her diapers), and one whom you've watched grow up and mature into an adult with her own wants and needs, her own sex life, is an amazing experience if only for all of those reasons.
With Melissa however, there was more, much more. Besides all the emotions coming from her rape, the bizarre and magical Halloween party the night before, and the depth of our love for each other, there was the raw animal attraction we had for each other.
I had been in denial about the intensity of my sexual attraction to Melissa. I'm not sure she had been in denial, or maybe it was just that she loved to be a tease? But when my cock entered her pussy from heaven, and her tight passage gripped my cock as if it would never let it go, I had an insight into what it must be like in heaven, if there were in fact such a place, and boy I hope there is one!
I rolled Melissa over because I like to be on top and I played with her boobs, tweaking her long nipples, as I pumped my cock inside that submissive, lovely body. She was rising to meet my thrusts, and her eyes kept closing in bliss, but when I switched to rougher sex her eyes flashed open and got wide. I thought she was going to stop me until I saw her smile creep across her face.
Melissa wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside her. Her hands rose to claw at my back. Her breathing changed and she raised her pelvis. A few minutes later she had her first climax due to me. My little wench of a sister screamed a scream to wake the dead as she came. How appropriate for All Saints Day, I thought to myself.
"Cum for me lover," Melissa said, kissing me, as I thought about my little sexpot sister calling me 'lover.' I liked it. I really put it to her, and she groaned as I pummeled her fragile body. Then I unloaded all the spunk I had inside her.
"You were great, lover. This was so special!" Melissa said, during our post coital time in my bed. "Kiss me."
I complied. "Can we do it again, maybe in your window? I want to show off my new lover boy," my sister said, once she had broken the lip lock of our kiss.
I nodded assent. I actually enjoyed the kink of showing off my sluts. Holy shit, was I thinking of own sister as 'my slut?' Ooh, kinky! I thought, channeling my sister.
"Tell me, Melissa. Was I better in bed than my friend Bret?" I innocently asked. Well, I tried to sound innocent.
"No comparison, Mark" and suddenly Melissa realized to what she had admitted and held her hand to her mouth in a classic look of alarm, uttering "Oh!"
Then she giggled as she wiggled her pussy underneath me. I was already hard again. I made a mental note to wreak justice down on my old friend Bret. I wondered if he had laid Mom too during that visit.
"You know, Mark, Bret also laid our Mom a few hours after he and I did it behind the oak tree in our back yard," Melissa said. "I'll bet she thinks you're better than him, too."
Melissa giggled as I led her in front of my picture window, put her on her hands and knees, and then took out my anger at my friend Bret by viciously fucking her as if to punish her. Melissa loved it and screamed and moaned her heart out. My little bundle of love Melissa likes it rough.
I was hooked. Would I ever be able to stop lusting after, and hopefully continuing to fuck, my little sister? Only time would tell