It was just a flash, two or three seconds, but it changed my view of my sister forever. Until that moment, she'd been my little sister. Sometimes needy, sometimes annoying, often just in my way. But now she was all grown up. She was 18, but even so I didn't yet see her as a woman. Then she dropped her towel and I saw her body. Still wet from her shower, glistening, her pale skin shining. A few freckles on her shoulders to go with the ones on her cheeks -- common for a red-haired girl.
I'd noticed her breasts before of course -- I'd seen them grow from bumps to lumps. They were pert now, full, with pinky-rose nipples the size of peas surrounded by rosy circles. Her stomach was almost flat, just the hint of a tummy, then a gradual vee shape descending from rounded hips that drew my eyes like magnets to the wispy red-brown pubes that failed to conceal her plump pussy lips and the cleft between them.
I stared. She covered up quickly.
"Jesus Daniel! I didn't know you were home!"
"Yeah, sorry."
She blushed a little and held the towel closed around her bum as she walked to her bedroom. I watched her. Her back was still dripping from her wet hair, smooth, supple. My cock twitched. It surprised me, I was still thinking of Annie as my little sister not as an attractive young woman.
We'd not been close growing up, but our father left us when she was 17 and I was just 19. It hurt her more than me -- I never got on with him. Since then we'd become a little closer and that had enabled us together to help our mother get over the separation.
Mum's shifts started at 4, I usually got home about 5 but today I was half an hour early. Annie pointed that out, shouting to me from her room.
"Yeah, I got a scratch at work. Boss sent me home."
Annie had put on a white t-shirt and black track pants, and crooked her head around the door frame, still fluffing at her shoulder-length russet hair. "What happened?"
"Metal splinter. Wasn't paying attention." I held up my bandaged hand.
"Shit Danny. What kind of crap bandage is that? You been to the hospital, or a doctor?"
"Nah. Boys at work sorted it."
"Bullshit. Let me see."
She put her towel on the back f the chair next to me and knelt to examine my hand. I saw now that the bandage was loose, amateurish and a bit grubby.
"I'll change it. Mum's just left for work."
She got the family first aid kit and unravelled the dirty one, carefully peeling it from the wound. She got some warm water and bathed off the dried blood and grime.
At first I watched what she was doing. But then I noticed the v-neck of her t-shirt flagging forwards and I saw her cleavage, right down to her belly. I couldn't help but look. Her focus was on my injured hand, but when she looked up to ask me something about the accident my eyes were slow to meet hers. If she saw where I was looking she gave no sign, but I felt a twinge of guilt. As she began applying the fresh dressing, I chanced to look again.
Without taking her eyes off what she was doing, she smilingly said: "Jesus, Danny. Getting a look at my naked bod wasn't enough?"
Her eyes flicked to mine, I saw her grin, and then she looked back down to finish her work. I thought I should say something, nothing came to mind, so I stayed silent.
"There. That's done." She stood. "But you should go to the clinic and make sure there's no infection."
"Yeah, tomorrow. Thanks, Annie."
I watched her as she took up the towel, fluffed her hair some more and walked back to her room. I watched her hips, bum, thighs, and I got wood.
Rising guilt had no effect. It was a full-on hardon. I saw my sister's pretty pussy in my mind again. Her bare tits. That cleavage I'd studied. I got up to go to my room and as I walked past Annie's door, I glanced in. She'd taken off the track pants and was in little white panties. I was just in time to see her pull the t-shirt over her head. I saw her tits again in her mirror. I stopped and stared. She saw me in the mirror, clutched her t-shirt to her chest and said: "Danny!"
Again I was silent. I was looking at her bare back, tight bottom in skin-tight panties, smooth creamy thighs. I looked into her eyes, stupidly, then noticed she wasn't looking at the reflection of my eyes any more. She was looking at the reflection of the tent in my pants.
I didn't recognise the look on her face. Disgust? Confusion? Abhorrence? Maybe interest?
"Danny, please!"
"I'm sorry, Annie."
I went to my room to get out of my work clothes and shower. My room had a connecting door to the bathroom. In the warm spray, awkwardly trying to keep one hand dry, I tried to wash the images out of my mind. My cock almost went soft again. Almost. I finished washing.
I pulled the curtain aside and stepped out of the shower. I reached half-blinded for a towel and froze. Annie was in there with me.
"Jesus Annie! What..."
"Fair's fair, right?!"
She was grinning. I cupped my dick and balls shyly. She laughed. I wasn't going to lose this tease, so I grabbed my package and pretended to rush at her with it. She squealed and ran from the room, giggling.
I dried myself, dressed, and went to the front room. Annie was on the phone, chatting with a girlfriend as if nothing had happened. So I played the same game.
It was my turn to cook. We were having burgers. Hers was tofu, mine prime minced beef. I sliced the lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese then started to fry the 'meat'. Annie hung up her phone and sat on the breakfast stool watching me cook.
Nothing was said about our seeing each other naked and the evening went normally. So did the next day, and the next evening. One thing had changed, though. I noticed Annie more. Noticed her curves, her walk, her movements more. And they excited me.
A few nights after the nude incident, I found myself gently masturbating with the image of my sister's tits and pussy in my head. I felt guilty, but thrilled at the same time. It had taken the leap from a naughty tease to sexual interest, and when I jizzed I whispered her name.
The weekend came and with it the three of us had time together. Sunday was warm. We decided to go to the beach for the first time this summer. My hand was OK, I'd taken the dressing off that morning.
Our mother is basically an older version of Annie. Taller, heavier, fuller of figure but still youthful in appearance and outlook. At the beach, I went straight in for a swim. The water was still cool, Annie wouldn't come in just yet and mum never did. She just loved to walk along the wet sand and lay in the sun. She wore her trusty black one-piece. It showed her figure well, but demurely.
Annie on the other hand drew eyes on the beach like magnets. She wore a thin-strapped navy blue bikini, more like three triangles on the front and one on the back. If I'd had any doubts that she was now all woman, that bikini blew them away. She was gorgeous and I got a lump in my throat looking at her. And not just in my throat.
I didn't stay in the water very long. Laying on the sand between my mother and my sister, I couldn't help but admire their bodies proudly. Especially Annie's. I lay on my side while we talked, but really I was looking at Annie's flesh. Maybe she knew, maybe she didn't. I watched her tummy and tits rise and fall with her breathing, and I was delighted when I made her laugh and watched them jiggle.
It took me a while but eventually I persuaded her to come in for a dip. I ran and dove in; it felt icy after the warmth of the sun. Turning to watch Annie, she was holding her hands high and trying to jump as the waves hit her, squealing at the cold splashes. As she got deeper, she finally lunged forwards to swim a couple of strokes then stood again, not two meters away from me.
"Jesus Danny it's cold!"
She was right. Her nipples were proving it. I looked away, we splashed each other a bit, swam a few strokes together and stood again. Annie spluttered and made a joke: "You still got your balls, mate? Sure they haven't dropped off?"
"Not yet. Just less impressive than usual."
"Hah. Bragger! Although I do recall they are moderately impressive." She looked sideways at me, grinning coyly. I smiled. She splashed me and I retaliated by grabbing her around the waist. She squealed as I dumped her in the water, spluttered as she came back up. She grabbed me back, tried to topple me. She must have known she couldn't, but the wrestling was fun. This time I scooped her up in my arms and went to drop her on her back. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck, so there we were, me carrying her while she hung on to stop me dunking her again.
I put her down. "Um, Annie... Your top."
She wasn't keen to let go of my neck in case it was a ruse, but she looked down anyway. One nipple was out in the open. She looked into my eyes. "No you don't mister! I fix that and you'll dunk me, right?"
I played along: "Fix it and find out!"
There was nobody near enough to see her, or us. Instantly it went from an innocent game to something more charged. She said timidly: "It's only a tit. And that water's bloody cold."
I teased some more: "Mmm, I guess that's why it's poking out so much. Damn thing nearly scratched me when I threw you before."
"Pig! And stop looking!"
"Price of safety, I'm afraid. Nipple out means you don't get no dunked, but then it's visible..."
She became serious. "Danny, seriously. It's funny, but let me go now?" Of course I did, and she tucked her boob back behind the fabric. She was still smiling, and said: "Thank you, kind sir, for allowing me my modesty."
"My pleasure."
"I bet it was."
"Hah! You fox!"
The serious look returned. "Danny, am I pretty?"
"What? Yes, of course you are."
She smiled, tiptoed to kiss my cheek, and said: "Race you to the towels." She pushed me backwards and I stumbled, giving her a head start. I didn't try too hard to catch up -- watching her wet bottom wriggling through the thigh-deep water and up the beach was worth not winning the race.
Mum wasn't there. We looked around and saw her kicking water in the shallows a hundred meters away. This time Annie and I were facing each other, heads on elbows. I sensed something in her, so I asked: "What is it Annie? I mean, what's with the 'am I pretty' thing?"
"Simon Reeves told me I was plain."
"Pfff! Simon Reeves? God's gift to the female of the species?"
"Yeah, I know, but -- why would he say that?"
"Cos he's a dickhead. Or blind. Or gay."
She laughed. "Or all three?"
"Yeah, definitely all three. Annie, I've only just noticed your, um, womanly charms myself. Always thought of you as my little sister. But now..."
"Now that you've drooled over my naked body, you mean."
I looked in her eyes and saw the smile there, so I reciprocated. "Not drooled, exactly. More like marvelled."
"Oh 'marvelled' did you? Hahah. I'm 'marvellous' am I?"
"Yeah, actually you are. Look, I haven't much experience of girls, but you're as pretty as any of them. Really."
"And sexy?"
There was no guile in her tone so I answered honestly.
"Yeah. You're sexy. No I mean it."
"OK, if you insist! Look, Danny. I don't know if I'm all hormonal or something, but I'm really mixed up at the moment. Tell me. If I wasn't your sister, would you, I mean..."
"Would I want to go out with you? Hell yes."
"No. Would you want to..." She lowered her voice, "Would you want to have sex with me?"
I looked in her eyes. To say no would be to hurt her, to say yes -- to my own sister? Where was I to go with this?
She reached over and stroked my face. She said: "It's OK Danny. You don't need to answer that." Then she lay on her back and closed her eyes, smiling. "Your cock answered for you."
She was right. I'd hoped she hadn't noticed, but he'd come a little more alive at the thought of sex with her. So I tried to lighten the moment: "Bitch!"
"Dick!"
It was how our childhood arguments used to end, only this time we were both smiling. I lay down, almost dozed off. Mum returned, we collected our stuff and went home for dinner.
The week went by like any other. When the weekend came around, mum got an extra shift and went to work on the Saturday. It rained. I was watching TV, Annie read a magazine. Out of nowhere she said: "Oooh, look! A sex quiz! Come on, do it with me!"
"No."
"Oh come on, it'll be fun! Question one. Do you prefer your partner to take the lead, yes no or sometimes."
"What partner?"
"Come on, just play along."
"Jesus. OK. Sometimes."
"Question two."
"No way! You have to answer too."
"Oh, OK. I'll say 'sometimes' too then. Two. Do you prefer slow lovemaking or fast?"
"Depends."
"Not an option."
"But it depends, I guess. Maybe sometimes slow is better, sometimes fast."
"I'll go for slow. Maybe one day I'll try both. Three. At what age did you lose your virginity?"
"Are we both in the 'I haven't yet' category?"
"Mmm hmm. OK, four. Have you ever seen your sister naked?"
"What? That's not really in the quiz, is it?"
"Yes it is. Come look." I didn't. I just said: "You know I have."
"Five. Did it turn you on, even a little bit?"
The sex quiz, if it even existed, was obviously a ruse. I gulped. But I wasn't going to back out. "Yes."
Annie looked at me, I met her eyes. She said: "What did you do?"
I told her the truth. "The images stuck in my head for days. I was tormented. Eventually I gave in and thought about her -- you -- and I masturbated."
I saw her eyes flash when I said it. She put the magazine down. Still looking straight at me, she said: "I've thought about you naked too. Danny? I know it's wrong, but, oh shit! Let's show each other again? Masturbate together? Whaddya say?"
"Shit Annie, no! We can't! What's got into you? Did Simon bloody Reeves mess with your head that much?"
"What? No, a pox on him. It's just that I want to learn, and I don't want to learn with someone I can't trust."
It sort of made sense. My rigid dick thought so.
"Annie, we're not kids playing 'show me yours and I'll show you mine'. Anything we do can't be undone."
"But you want to, right?"
My head screamed 'no', but my mouth said "Yes."
In an instant she had stood and peeled her cotton dress over her head. She took off her bra, giggled as she dropped it, and pulled down her panties. "Hurry up, Danny."
I stood, unbuckled my jeans and pulled them down with my boxers, awkwardly past my erection. My windcheater went next, and we stood, naked, facing each other, each unashamedly devouring the other's nakedness with our eyes.
"Oh. I guess I hadn't thought much past this point, Danny. Haha. I don't know what to do next."
"C'mere."
I beckoned her over to the couch and sat her at one end. I sat at the other. From there it seemed natural. Annie opened her legs and touched herself with a crooked, self-conscious smile. I stroked my cock, watching while my sister dipped her index finger inside herself and used the juice to lube her clit.
The sight was new to me. I'd never seen a real one. But I was willing to bet no girl anywhere had a pussy as pretty as my sister's.
We masturbated and watched each other for a few minutes in silence, apart from the occasional giggle or moan from either one of us. Annie seemed to be just enjoying it, excited but under control. But I was on fire. My voice creaked when I said: "Annie, oh shit girl. I wanna fuck you so bad, right now."
"No Danny. We can't."
"I know. But I'm so hot I'm trembling."
"So I see. Come closer Danny."
I knelt in front of her on the couch. Her legs were still wide open, between my knees. I looked at the object of my desire as Annie gripped my cock in her hands. I nearly fainted at her touch. I leaned forwards and supported my weight with my hands on the arm of the couch either side of her head. From that vantage I looked at her pretty face, flushed now with excitement, her breasts straining with her breathing, and down further at my sister's open pussy as she flicked and rubbed at it.
It was too much. I felt my face redden and my thighs began to jerk. Annie knew what was going to happen and clearly wanted it. Her touch on my cock was maddeningly gentle, yet it made the approaching climax all the more intense for its gentleness. I was about to explode on my sister and neither of us cared.
My ass muscle tightened, my balls lifted high. I was close. The familiar burning in my root and along my shaft rose to an itch. My heart beat like jungle drums, I began to sweat and pant. On it came, a tide that couldn't be stopped.
"Oh Annieeee!"
I grunted as the first small gob oozed from the end of my cock. I watched it as the second, a jet this time, pulsed out and landed on Annie's left breast. I was aware of her laughing with delight, as another spurt erupted and landed next to the last. It felt like having a bicycle chain pulled through my cock. Each pulse brought forth my essence and splashed it on my sister's tits. My mind flashed between images of a gob of cum sticking to her left nipple, a drop already running down the inside of one orb, her mouth open in delight, her eyes sparkling, and always my cock, pulsing, splashing more cum on her.
At the last weak twitch, I simply looked into my sister's eyes. She was saying "Wow!" but I was in a fog conscious only of my twitching cock in my faraway mind, vaguely registering the fact: My naked sister had jerked me off until I came on her tits.
There was no guilt, only joy. It was mirrored in her face. After some seconds, I knelt up properly and reached between her legs. She was wet there, and I asked: "Can I get you off too?"
She replied: "Maybe later. Oh wow Danny! You came so much! Look at me! Is that normal, that much cum?"
"No. Jesus girl, you did that to me."
"Yes, I guess I did! Um, you wanna get me a tissue so I can wipe it off?"
I did so. As I walked back my mental camera captured an image. Annie, my sister, red hair tousled around her shoulders. Pale skin, round breasts, erect pink nipples. Legs wide apart still, pussy open and glistening. She's smiling. And my cum is all over her chest.
I handed her the tissue. She was giggling as she wiped away my jizz.
I needed to give her the pleasure she'd given me. Without thinking much about it, I dropped to my knees beside the couch and just grabbed her thighs to pull her pussy to my mouth. It wasn't planned, it just seemed right. I'd got my tongue on her labia before she reacted.
"Oh no Danny, please don't. I don't think I'd like... Danny?"
She tried to push my head away. I ignored her. I licked at her juices, poked my tongue into her vagina. I found her clit, swollen and a little red, and kissed it. The pressure from her hands on my head relented. Her thighs relaxed.
"Oh fuck Danny. That's electric!"
I explored with my mouth and tongue, poked fingers into her pussy. Whatever I was doing was working. Annie wriggled under my tongue, panting and groaning. One hand stayed on the back of my head to guide me, the other pulled at her nipples and rubbed her tits.
Her head was back, eyes closed. I hoped her pleasure was as intense as mine had been.
After a couple of minutes Annie's thighs pressed against my head and she began thrusting gently at my mouth with her hips. She was going to cum. At some point I stopped trying to control my ministrations and just licked and sucked. Annie's orgasm was building and all I could do was help it along.
She went stiff. I assumed it was starting and poked two fingers deep into her wet tunnel. She squealed and gripped them with her inner muscles, fucking them gently with her hips, then froze again. She stopped breathing, then squeaked as her tummy began to ripple. It spread to her thighs and she exploded."F-fuck Danny. Oh fuck, C-cumm-ing. Oh fuckkk."
I sensed extra wetness, and some heat. Annie came on my mouth, pressing herself against me, and I licked and slurped her juices. At the end she bucked once, then again, then relaxed. I didn't stop licking. There was a lot of her sweet juice now, and I wanted to drink it all.
Some seconds later she patted my head. I looked over her mound, pubes plastered to it with pussy juice and saliva. Past it was her tummy, past that was her tits, and above those was a flushed, sweaty-browed face that beamed in pleasure. I was still licking but now I was smiling too.
"You dirty bastard! Fancy licking your own sister's pussy!"
"Want me to stop?"
"Hell no."
She lay back again and I continued a gentle finger-bang while I licked her slit gently. She cooed and sighed a lot. I kept it up for some minutes. I remembered her resistance had crumbled when I kissed her clit, so I did it again. Immediately she stiffened and moaned. I licked around it, pressed it with my tongue, poked my fingers in her pussy again. Within seconds she was nearing another climax.
I brought her there by sucking on her clit while I put two fingers inside her, right up to the knuckles. I was rewarded with a brief, shuddering climax and the joy of feeling my sister's pussy pulsate around my fingers. As her climax faded, I resolved to feel that sensation around my cock, and soon.
My face was slick with sticky juices. Laughing, Annie handed me the tissues. I wiped my face, then saw what a mess we'd made between her legs on the couch. I started to wipe it away. Annie was shocked -- what if mum saw it? I flipped the cushion over, we dusted it off, then Annie suggested we shower.
"Oooh, nice idea. Together?"
"Oh Danny, no. Please?"
"Oh, OK." She heard the disappointment in my voice.
"Sorry, mate. But the truth is, I was so turned on when you, er, licked me that if you'd tried to go all the way I don't think I would have stopped you. I can't take that chance."
"OK. Fair enough. Annie?"
"Yeah?"
"Just so you know. I intend to fuck you. Soon."
"Good. I intend to let you. You shower first. Then go get some condoms."
"Can't."
She looked perplexed: "Why, exactly?"
"This damned boner won't go away."
She laughed. "Yeah, I see what you mean. You'd scare old ladies with that thing. I'll go."
She showered and went to the chemist while I got clean. My dick ached with the anticipation of fucking my sister. Any minute. I lay on my bed. It seemed like ages. Maybe she'd changed her mind?
Eventually I heard the door. Annie called for me, I answered, and soon she came into my room. She held a paper bag and shook it, smiling.
"Change of plan. Condoms later."
"Later?"
"Yeah. I went to the doctor and got a script for the pill." I gulped at the news, realising the implication that this was not to be a one-off. She went on, "But I have to take it for a few days before I'm safe. But I was thinking while I was there. For my first time I don't want to use condoms. I want you to cum inside me."
"So... No sex for how long?"
"Don't look so sorry for yourself. I also got a 'morning after' pill. I'll take it tomorrow. After."
I knew what she meant, but to be sure I said: "After?"
She sidled over and lay on top of me. For the first time, she kissed my lips, then grabbed my erection and said into my gasping mouth: "Yes, after. After we fuck. After you cum in my pussy. After."
She stood, undressed, and lay back beside me. "Are you ready, brother?"
"Hell yes. Are you?"
"I'm so wet I'd get stuck if I sat on the floor."
I laughed, but cut it off when Annie squeezed my cock. She said: "If it hurts, I'll let you know. But don't you dare stop."
"OK."
Annie straddled my hips, then guided me to her opening. At the first touch my hips rose involuntarily to press my cockhead past her outer lips. Annie sat lower, agonisingly gently, but I knew she was testing her hymen -- I could feel its obstruction against my tip. She pressed so hard my cock wanted to bend. It was uncomfortable, but I could see in her furrowed face that her discomfort was greater.
Annie tried to bounce gently, the obstruction persisted. I was wondering what next, when suddenly the obstruction was gone. Annie squealed in pain, then put her hand on my chest to press me back down. She told me it was OK: "Almost in, Danny. Go gently, though."
"Does I hurt?"
"Yes."
"I don't want to hurt you, Annie."
"I know. So the sooner we... Oooh. Oh that's good. Push in slowly, Danny."
Her glove sucked me in and then I realised what we'd done. I'd broken my sister's hymen, my cock was buried inside her, so far that her labia were split around my mound. Only a triangle of my cock was visible, the rest of it was inside my lovely sister.
I desperately wanted to fuck. I shivered with buck's fever at the hormones raging in me, yet I had to let Annie set the pace. She began to rock gently, occasionally her face would crease in pain, then gradually it became the face of desire and pleasure.
"Does it still hurt?"
"No, not really. No. It feels good now."
"Oh shit, for me too. It's heaven."
"Mmm. Push up into me a little?"
I did. Inexperienced as we were, we found a gentle rhythm that produced that delicious friction that only a cock in a cunt can produce. Now that my concern for Annie's pain was receding, I got immersed in the sensations. She was liquid fire in there. I reached for her tits and fondled them, twisting and tweaking her nipples as I'd seen her do to herself earlier in the day. I began to register thoughts, images, feelings but that soon passed. I was too close to ejaculating.
"Danny? I'm going to cum soon. Are you?"
"Yeah."
"Cum with me?"
She increased her pace. She had one hand on my chest, with the other she began urgently frigging her clit. My cock slithered in and out of her half way, the sensation she gave me was like nothing I could have imagined. And I was close.
"Annie..."
"Yeah, cum."
"Oh fuckkk."
"Cum Danny!"
I came. I stiffened, pushed up into her, and she rocked on me and began to cum too. I saw her eyes, burning into mine, as my cum jetted inside her. And that feeling I'd felt before on my fingers, her pussy spasming in orgasm, I now felt around my cock. Cumming is great. Cumming together is fucking brilliant.
I spent quickly, Annie came down from her highs too. She was biting her lower lip and smiling at me, still gently rocking on my cock.
"We did it, Danny. And we came together!"
"Yeah."
"Can you believe we just fucked?"
"We're still fucking."
She giggled. "Yeah. What was it like for you, Danny?"
"Fantastic. You?"
"Oh, really good. A bit sore especially at first, but... Well. Let's just say I'm glad I'm not a virgin any more."
"Hell, think of it. We're brother and sister, and we just took each other's virginity."
"Yeah." She took on a girly, playful tone: "I just fucked my brother, and he just fucked me. I can feel you're still hard, Danny."
"Yeah."
"Get on top. If you're gentle. I think I can go again."
Awkwardly I got on top of her, found the right angle, and pushed gently. We tried to go slow, but it was not going to happen. Gradually my thrusts became longer, more urgent. Annie urged me on: "It's OK, Danny. Fuck me. It's OK."
Our bellies slapped together, she grunted at each thrust. I tried to hold back for fear of hurting her and it made me tremble. I was fully charged, she knew it and tried to fuck me back.
We lost the rhythm, got it back, fumbled and fucked like drunks at a party. Annie's belly rippled -- perhaps in a short orgasm, then she began panting fiercely. Our sweat mingled, my thighs began to tremble again. Suddenly it was upon me and I shot my wad into my sister in short, sharp spurts with my cock hard up against her womb.
As quickly as it had rushed upon me, it was gone and I collapsed down on top of her. Annie giggled, I felt it through her tits that were crushed beneath me.
"Oh man, you fucked like a rabbit that time."
"Did you cum, Annie?"
"A little one. No, don't take it out. I like having you inside me."
My hips still pressed, tiny strokes, almost automatically.
"Jesus Annie. I can't believe we did this."
"And we'll do it again, won't we?"
"Try stopping me."After our first, fumbling fuck my sister and I learned each other's hot buttons gradually. We had plenty of opportunity. Mum was usually already at work by the time I got home, Annie usually arrived just before me. Even on the weekends we saw less and less of our mum, she worked really hard and it worried us a little, even though it gave us the opportunity for unbridled incest.
Our second occasion was the day after our first. Annie had showered and I went into the bathroom. In those early times we were still a little shy around each other naked. Annie had a towel around her while she dried her hair but didn't leave the bathroom while I showered.
"Danny?"
I answered over the sound of water jet: "Yeah?"
"Can I see your cock?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess."
She slid the shower screen aside and looked, then left it open and watched me shower. Knowing she was looking at me with interest made it grow slightly. She giggled.
"Oh that's neat! I wanted to look 'cos I haven't seen it soft yet, but now it's warming up!"
"Show me your tits and it'll go fully hard."
"I'll do better than that..."
Annie dropped her towel and squeezed into the cubicle with me. She was so close that my cock grazed her tummy, in its inevitable upward journey. It delighted her: "Oooh, nice!" She cupped my balls and that made me as hard as ever, now twitching involuntarily. Annie touched it, exploring, feeling, gently stroking. She nestled in close and whispered up into my ear: "Like that, my dirty brother?"
"Mmm, very much."
"Only a few days now and we can do it again..."
"Do what?"
She giggled: "Fuck, mate. We can fuck again."
I twitched some more when she swore like that.
"Oooh, he likes it when I talk dirty. Can I make you cum, do you think?"
"I'm sure of it."
"I mean, what if I said, say, 'would you like to fuck me, Danny?' Oh yes, he likes that idea!"
He certainly did. I stood still under the shower while my sister masturbated me and teased me with her dirty talk.
"Mmmm, Danny. So let's be clear. I'm your own sister and you want to fuck me, right?"
"Yesss."
"I mean, fuck me again, of course."
"Yes."
"So, even though we can't, you can still touch my pussy, right?"
I bent my knees a little and slid my hand down her wet tummy, over her mound, and curled two fingers into her pussy. It was warm, it was wet, and it opened to my touch.
"Oh, nice. You have your fingers where your cock was, remember?"
"Oh yes."
"Good. I remember too. You had your cock in there, and you fucked me, right?"
"Yesss. Oh fuck, Annie!"
"Right now just imagine we are fucking. You're on top of me, thrusting..."
"Mmm"
"I'm wet. Really wet in my pussy. Imagining that?"
"I'm feeling it."
"Yes, very good."
Now she nibbled my ear, and whispered: "Are you going to cum soon, Danny?"
"Soon."
"Good. Oh my, I think your balls just got tighter. So, Danny. Remember what it felt like to fuck your little sister's pussy."
"Oh shit, Annie..."
"Yes, come on Danny. Remember it. Feel my pussy now. Imagine that's your cock in there..."
"Oh Annie, I'm gonna cum!"
"Yes, big brother. Cum. Cum like you did in my CUNT!"
That was it. She'd never said that word before and the images in my mind's eye and her whisper in my ear was enough. My cock twitched and jerked as it unloaded my cream jets over her hand and tummy. I looked down and saw it all, the jizz immediately washed away under the shower. I heard Annie giggling even as the last jet sputtered out.
"Oh jesus Annie. You fucking fox! That was horny!"
"Yeah, I just kinda played along. So, note one for future reference. Danny likes dirty talk. OK, you wanna let go of my pussy now?"
"Um, no not really."
"Seriously. I gotta go pee."
"Not letting go. How bad you need to pee?"
"Not that bad, Danny, it's nice. Look, like this..." She showed me how and I began finger-fucking her gently. I knelt for better access. There was little room, and she turned the shower water off so I wasn't under the jets any more.
Annie played with her tits and cooed while I played with her pussy. She still dripped on me and I watched as rivulets of water ran down her perfect thighs, I kissed them, licked at the water. I wanted to lick her pussy but there was no room, so I pressed and prodded at her clit instead. I was learning what she likes, and it was working. Her breaths became pants, and after a few minutes of this she was moaning with each intake of breath.
Suddenly she quivered, trembled, and swore just once as her pussy spasmed ever so gently around my fingers. It lasted mere seconds, then I let my fingers slide out of her. Annie pulled me up and kissed me gently, then said: "Danny, the minute it's safe I want you in my pussy again."
"Count on it. When?"
"Friday."
"Shit. Three more days."
"Yeah, I know."
"Fuck that. I'm going to get condoms."
"Good. Go now. I'll be in my bedroom. Hurry. I want to be fucked."
"That's good, cos I want to fuck you."
"Well stop gibbering and get dressed."
"I'm already gone..."
I hurried there and back. Sure enough, Annie was on her bed, unashamedly naked. I ripped my clothes off and looked at her. She watched my face as she slowly, tantalisingly opened her legs. Her moist pink slit winked at me, beckoning. She drew her knees up and apart. Annie was completely open for me. I knelt at the end of her bed, fumbled the condom on, and lay on top of her.
"That thing safe?"
"Yeah. It's on."
"What you waiting for. Stick it in!"
"Mmmm, delicately put. Annie?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's try it slowly this time?"
"Sure, why not. And Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"Stop talking and FUCK!"
I laughed as I aimed at her open box. We wiggled a bit in our inexperience but as soon as it felt right I pressed and sank fully into her.
"Oh yeah, Danny. Shit! Why didn't I get condoms before?"
"Annie?"
"Yeah?"
"SHUT UP AND FUCK!"
She laughed for a second but I cut it off by pushing inside again. Her calves went behind mine, her arms around my shoulders. Our mouths were beside each other's ears, and we whispered. She started: "You're a pervert, fucking your own sister's pussy."
"You're a slut to let me."
"Oooh, I think I like being a slut for you. Mmm, that's nice like that. Long and slow."
"Mmmm. And you're so tight!"
"And you're so hard!" She took her hands from my shoulders, lifted my head and nibbled my bottom lip, then said into my mouth: "Now shut up and fuck."
I did as I was told. Long, luxurious strokes. The condom didn't seem to interfere with her pleasure much, nor mine either really. Maybe it was because it was only the second time. Maybe it was because she was really tight. But mostly, I knew, it was because she was my own sister and she was loving it too.
After four or five minutes I felt the familiar burning. Annie had already learned how to meet my thrusts, fucking at me with her hips. And so my climax approached. She wasn't ready yet, so she just hugged me to her and whispered: "Cum, Danny. Cum in my cunt."
Five or six more strokes and I did. I could feel the jetting sensation as I erupted, pushing in and staying there, marvelling at the tightness and softness of that beautiful tunnel.
We used two more condoms that night. Another two the next night. And then it was Friday.
I hurried home. I saw Annie coming down the street in the opposite direction. She smiled when she saw me. We comically squished each other in the gate, silent movie style, and bundled each other through the front door.
I tried to rip her clothes off then and there, but she held me back. She said: "Wait. Wait! I've got a surprise for you."
"What is it."
"Wait and see. Upstairs. Oh and by the way, you honk. Take a shower!"
It was fair enough. It had been a warm day and the factory was stifling. I showered, but all I could think of was getting inside my sister's pussy again. I heard her voice, talking to someone. My heart sank as I heard the reply. It was our mother. As it turned out, she'd decided against work, feeling ill, and had returned home. No sister pussy for me that night.
Annie made soup and nursed mum. I moped about trying not to be too disappointed. But my cock ached, constantly becoming erect at the slightest touch as Annie brushed past, or if I looked at her bum too long. For her part she was more concerned about mum so I just had to stay in the background. She was right - mum was rarely ill and didn't look great at all.
I borrowed the neighbour's car and took her to hospital. She was admitted at about 11:45 and it was well past midnight when I got home. I was worried, for once not thinking about sex with Annie. She was dozing on the couch and quizzed me when I came back. We slept in our own beds, without any sexual contact.
The next morning I awoke, desperately horny. I wondered whether to jerk off in case Annie still wasn't in the mood. I did anyway, but despite dumping a load I was still very horny.
I got up at 8am. Annie was in the kitchen making bacon and eggs. She wore a simple one-piece nightdress that just covered her butt. I sat at the table after our morning greetings and looked longingly at her buns, hoping they'd be mine for the asking and soon. Annie brought the breakfast to the table and we ate. She spoke while chewing toast: "We should check in on mum."
"Yeah."
"Wanna fuck first?"
I gulped at her straightforwardness. "Um, yeah. Yes of course."
"Good. I suffered for your surprise and I want you to see it."
"See?"
"Yeah. Look."
She turned to face me beside the table and opened her legs. Her pussy was smooth, bald, a little pink.
"Oh wow! That's perfect! How?"
"Girlfriend of mine, lunchtime yesterday. Long lunchtime. She runs a salon."
I didn't wait for the technical details. I fell to my knees, pushed her thighs way apart, and kissed her there. She squealed and giggled, still holding her toast to her mouth.
"Like it?"
"Hell yes!"
"Good. Worship it."
I licked, kissed, nibbled there. Annie tried to go all domme on me, pretending to be pleasured and still eat breakfast, but she soon warmed up and began to pant and groan. She put her toast down and pulled me up gently by the hair.
"Now, Danny. Fuck me now. Here."
Annie pushed me backwards, pulling my pyjamas down as she forced me back onto my chair. She straddled me, guided me, and sat on my cock. All the way in. I held her hips as she ground and rode. She still had the nightdress on, so I actually saw nothing of her flesh, but I sure felt it. Her now-familiar wet velvet tunnel slid up and down my pole like oiled machine parts. Her hands were on my shoulders, our eyes locked together.
"How does it feel, Danny?"
"Fantastic, as always. And it looks fucking brilliant."
"Yeah. It feels good for me, no pubes. Tell you a secret?"
"Only if you don't stop."
"Oh, I won't. So. I'm getting the treatment, it's done, and the 'phone rings. Shelley goes to answer it and I decide to touch and see how it feels. I love it! Smooth, tingly, slick from the oils. So I masturbate."
"Ooh, I'm imagining that."
"Yeah. And Shelley comes back in."
"No!"
"Yes! And she likes girls... See where this is going?"
"Oh shit! What happened."
"OK, well. I look at her. She says nothing, just reaches under the towel and runs her hand up my leg. She stops just before my pussy. I nod, and... Oh Danny! Your cock just got even harder. I knew you'd love this! Anyway. Oh, fuck it. Long story short. She knows pussies!"
"Did you touch her?"
"No."
"Pity. You should have. Did you cum?"
"Big time. I squirted all over her hand."
"Oh wow. Wish I'd been there to see that!"
"I want you to make me squirt too."
"I'll be happy to oblige, only..."
"Only you want to fuck me properly now?"
"Yes."
"OK."
The riding and grinding went on, but now in silence. I wanted to see her bald pussy again so I pulled her nightdress over her head. Occasionally I looked between our bellies at the split slit that engulfed my cock. There was lots of wet shiny skin down there.
As she had often done before, Annie figured out just when I was on the verge and spoke some vulgarity that sent me over the edge. As I rose to crescendo, Annie's gyrations signalled she was near too. She whispered in my ear: "Next time I want your cock in my ass. You wanna fuck your sister's ass, Danny?"
My spurting cock gave her the answer. As it started, Annie's pussy jerked on my cock. Whatever else happens in my life, I will never forget the joy of feeling my sister's orgasming pussy spasming around my cock. Rhythmic, sometimes wild, sometimes gentle, but it always makes me cum harder.
Soon it was over. Annie sat impaled on my cock until it softened, slurping out of her and bringing with it our combined creams. She stood, another dribble fell into the puddles on my thighs. She wiped the goo over my legs with her own, laughing, and handed me a bunch of tissues. After wiping up the mess and washing our hands, we finished breakfast.
Our conversation was matter-of-fact. We might have been discussing the shopping list between bites and sips of coffee, not talking about sex. It went like this: "You really wanna try anal, Annie?"
"Yeah. Why not? You ever thought about it?"
"Well yeah, like in the abstract. But not with my sister!"
"Why, who else are you fucking?"
"Nobody. And remember you just told me about getting fingered to orgasm by the lesbo who shaved your pussy!"
"Hahaha. Yeah. You got me there. Um, also. I've never given you oral. You've done me a lot, but... You want me to?" She popped bacon into her mouth.
"Yeah, but only if you want to. I don't want you to do anything you don't wanna do."
"Awww, thanks big bro! For that you get a special reward."
"Which is?"
"A surprise. You want more bacon? Swap my last piece for your toast."
"OK. You want that egg?"
"Nah, you can have it. More coffee?"
"No, thanks."We were worried about mum in hospital, but at least she was in good hands and already looked a bit better. My foxy sister, despite her concerns, came up with an idea.
"We'll have the house to ourselves. I have this fantasy, where we do everything naked. If we wanna touch each other, fuck, or whatever, we just do it. Up for it?"
"I hope so. I mean, yeah, great idea, but my dick might not rise to the occasion all the time."
At home, we closed all the curtains. Annie found candles - a bit over the top, I thought, but she liked the idea. Maybe it would be better when it was dark.
We ceremoniously stripped naked and put our clothes in the washer. Once more I drank in my sister's body. I thought her even more womanly every day. I couldn't believe she was giving those perfect charms to me.
She skipped away. She'd decided to make lunch nude. Maybe not entirely hygienic, but 100% erotic.
"Are you looking at my ass?"
"Yes."
"Thought so. Tomatoes?"
"Yeah, but no cheese."
"OK. Here, one salad sandwich."
"Thanks. This was a great idea. I can't stop looking at your tits. I love how they move, sway, dangle a little."
"A bit like your cock and balls! Can I ask something?"
"Of course."
"Does it hurt when I squeeze your balls?"
"Not if you're gentle."
"OK. Only, a I heard a girlfriend talking the other day and she says she can make her guy cum by squeezing his." She took a bite from her sandwich.
"I suppose. Never thought about it."
"One more thing to try then. Tea?"
"I'll get it."
I spilt boiling water on my thigh. Annie instantly bathed it with a cold towel. I remember thinking how absurd it was. My naked sister, on her knees in front of me, dabbing my thigh with a cold towel with my dick just inches from her face. I grinned.
She looked up and saw my grin: "What?"
"You know what they say in the jokes: 'while you're down there'"
I thought Annie would play-slap me or something, but I gasped out loud when before I'd even finished my sentence her hot, wet mouth literally sucked in my flaccid knob. It wasn't flaccid for long. I got erect in my sister's mouth, she just kept her lips around it as it swelled. The sensation was electric and when one of her hands went around my shaft and the other cupped my balls gently, I was in sex heaven.
I looked down at the top of my sister's head. She was slowly bobbing on my cock. I knew it was her first head job, but I could find no fault. My heart raced, my moans must have told her how hot she'd made me, even after only a couple of minutes.
I was still a young, virile man. And inexperienced. So each new sensation seemed in a class of its own for erotica, each had my senses reeling, and soon the inevitable climax approached.
"I'm cumming, Annie."
I knew she'd heard, but she kept going. The knowledge that she was going to let me cum in her mouth was the extra spark I needed and my spunk boiled its was along my shaft. I spurted in quick succession four, five times while Annie kept her lips tight around my cock. My knees buckled at the last, still Annie sucked, gently now though, and her hands cradled my balls like precious eggs.
I never saw what happened to my ejaculate. Annie's mouth slurped off the end of my cock wetly, her lips closed, and then she was speaking: "Jeez, you must have liked me doing that! You never came that quick before!"
"Fuck Annie. That was fucking brilliant. More than brilliant. I never dreamed..."
"That was your surprise."
She beamed proudly. Licked her lips. Then bugger me if she didn't just go to the bench and finish making the tea. In the back of my mind I wondered at the intense eroticism of the girl. From mind-blowing horny to matter-of-fact in seconds. Somehow her quick return to the mundane - as mundane as you can be naked in front of your also-naked brother who you'd just sucked off, I mean - suddenly sent me into a sort of frenzy.
Annie was standing at the sink, dunking her tea bag. I fell behind her on my knees, pulled her ass cheeks apart and buried my face in there.
"Oooh, easy tiger!"
My nose pressed her asshole. She bent over, so my tongue could find her pussy. In a post-orgasmic fog, I wanted to lick all of her. Taste everything. So when I licked her asshole there was no hint of revulsion. It tasted vaguely of salt, nothing else, and I licked until it was slick and wet.
I also licked at her pussy. She was cooing softly, her elbows on the counter, legs wide apart. Her hips swayed gently, involuntarily I thought. Her juices covered my mouth, chin, even my nose. I drank the liquids, sucked in the flesh, breathed in the scents. I'd never had an erection so soon after ejaculating, but I had one now. Annie must have read my thoughts.
"Danny, you wanna fuck my ass now?"
I drew myself upright behind her. Despite having already cum, just minutes before, I was rigid and horny for her. I have to admit I was a little rough in my frenzy. I put the end of my cock against my sister's ass ring, pushed, and almost swooned as the knob went past the pucker. Perhaps her mouth had lubed me, and mine had lubed her, but that first time her ass gave up its resistance as I pressed forwards. Before I knew it, my cock was buried in my sister's ass. She moaned.
"Slow, Danny. Gentle."
I heard the words but only just managed to turn their meaning into restraint. My loins screamed at me to fuck her hard. I trembled like a fevered buck at the erotic sensation of what we were doing, the effort it took to control myself, and the knowledge that this gorgeous girl, whose ass I was penetrating, was my own sister.
I pressed, she retreated away. I pressed again, with the same result. I pressed more gently, and she held firm.
I heard her panting. I looked down as she pulled her ass cheeks aside for me, and I saw my cock stretching her asshole so tight that it looked brighter, angry. But she didn't resist. I pressed again.
At each gentle press, Annie held firm. I pulled a little further out, then pressed back in. Still she held firm. How I managed to prevent myself letting rip I will never know. I was shaking with lust. But I wouldn't hurt her.
After a little while, my pressing became small thrusts. Still later, longer thrusts. Then I felt Annie pressing back at my cock, no longer retreating from it or merely accepting it. Her throaty moans told me her ass had accepted me and she was enjoying it. So I fucked her ass properly.
The strokes were firm, not as long as in her pussy, but the tightness and heat in there sent twinges along my cock and through my whole being. Now she rocked as I pushed, our thighs brushing at the end of my strokes. If the earth was coming to an end, I wouldn't have cared. All I wanted - desired, needed - was to shoot cum up my sister's ass.
This one was a slow builder. It started in my own ass, my balls tingling as they tightened. The pre-cum burning was intense, like a hot poker, and seemed to linger and delay my release. But it could not have prevented it.
I grabbed Annie's hips and pulled her onto my rod as my cum started its journey, given energy by my long panting grunts. I pulsed hard, jetting goo in Annie's passage, unaware of anything about her other than her ass and my cock spurting in it. Two, three - how many times? I had no idea. I literally swooned, fireworks exploding in my head, practically unconscious.
For what seemed like ages after the final gob, my cock still twitched inside her. She bravely stayed still while my senses returned. Still those fireworks went off in my brain, in time with the pumping of my heart. But my second ejaculation in a matter of minutes ensured my cock deflated quickly. When it was at half mast, I eased my hips backwards.
Annie grunted as it flopped out of her. I saw her ring clench back and wondered how I'd managed to get my cock in there at all.
I realised than that I'd been selfish. I pulled Annie upright and turned her around. Her fringe and forehead were damp with sweat, but she beamed pink.
"Jesus H Christ, Annie. I'm still shaking. Did I hurt you?"
"Hah. A little."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I wanted it. I even liked it once the initial pain was gone."
"Oh."
"I'm sore now, though. And dripping. Hand me those tissues."
I did. She deftly mopped away the mess, then smiled at me and said: "Don't just stand there, wash your hands and finish making the tea. And don't scald yourself again! Last time you did that ended up with a blowjob and anal and a girl's not a robot!"
I joined in her laughter. As good as it sounded to go around naked all day, it was impractical - a bit messy and unhygienic too. But we only wore underpants that day. We cleaned, cooked, talked, watched TV.
And we fucked once more, missionary, simple, still spectacular. After those first frantic, frenzied, exploratory days, Annie and I settled into a secret sexual tryst that lasted way past when she got married. I have a girlfriend. She won't let me have anal sex with her, but no matter.anni does