How could I have been so stupid? I was supposed to be very clever, and at only eighteen, I had enough qualifications and academic awards to prove that I really was. So why had she fooled me, and for so long?
Ten minutes later, after giving it more thought, I wasn't troubled any more. My intellectual integrity was restored because I now realized that I hadn't been stupid, I'd simply been naive, and because of my young age, that was excusable. That was a relief. I was proud of my superior intelligence, and I didn't like it being doubted.
It started a month ago, on a Friday evening. I can even remember the time, it was nine fifteen. I was watching television when my Sister burst into my room. I was about to tell her off for not knocking, but because It was obvious that she was upset, I thought it best to keep my mouth shut. Had I done something wrong? I hoped not. My Sister venting her anger at me was the last thing that I needed.
"I hate her. She says I can't wear it. I'm twenty one years old, I can wear what I want."
Then to emphasise how angry she was, she stamped her feet like a child having a tantrum. It looked funny, but I had the good sense to not laugh.
She was now looking at me, waiting for me to agree with her.
I gave a deep sigh. Why did they always have to argue, and why did Miya think that I could persuade Mother to let her wear it? Both of them were strong-willed, it would need the wisdom of Solomon to resolve this. Yes, I was clever, but I wasn't sure that I was that wise.
"So what's the problem with your clothes?"
I'd asked her, but I already knew the answer. She was an attractive woman, and she knew it. Her philosophy was, 'if you've got it, flaunt it'. And she definitely had it. It was a certainty that the clothes that she wanted to wear would not be hiding her ample curves.
"She says it's too revealing. I'll show it to you, and you can decide."
I was now waiting for her to return. Of course, it would be unsuitable, and when I was to tell her that, she would be angry with me as well. I would need to choose my words carefully, but no matter how skilful I was, I knew that she would not be happy with me.
When she was back she was eager for my opinion.
"So what do you think?"
I thought that she would just bring the clothes to me, but instead she was wearing them. They were worse than I'd expected them to be. It was going to be difficult giving her an honest opinion of them without upsetting her.
Her outfit consisted of a skirt and blouse. So what's wrong with that? If you could see her in them, then you wouldn't need to ask.
The skirt was short, any shorter, perhaps only by an inch, and I'd be able to see her panties. That was bad enough, but the blouse was outrageous. It only had two buttons, and they were low down, so it was open at the top. It had been designed to show a lot of cleavage, and it was. However, its creator would not be pleased with her. It was a stylish top, and with the correct bra, it would be seen as daring rather than slutish. But my Sister wasn't wearing the correct one, in fact, she wasn't wearing one at all. And because the top was at least one size too small, her tits were squashed against the material so that the outline of her nipples was clearly visible. I was surprised to see how big they were. Looking at them was making me feel uncomfortable so I had to avert my eyes.
"I think Mother has a point."
Through gritted teeth, she replied with, "Why do you say that?"
I started with the easy bit.
"Your skirt is too short. If you were to bend over, even just slightly, then your panties would be exposed."
"That's silly. I won't be bending over," and then, while grinning, and with her hands on her hips, she added, "And what makes you think that I'm wearing any?"
That shocked me, and I didn't know what to say. Worryingly, there was now only one thing on my mind, her pussy, and that was something that I didn't want to think about. She was my Sister, and that was her most private place. For me, her Brother, it was a taboo subject.
"What about my blouse?"
Now I was concentrating on her tits, and that was worse, because unlike her pussy, they were clearly visible. I'd seen her large breasts covered in lots of different ways before, but not like this. It was almost as if she was topless.
Because the blouse was too small, it was straining to contain her two mounds. Any second now at least one of the buttons would pop and her tits would spill out. I knew that it was wrong, but I was hoping that it would happen. And my cock was as well, because there was now more blood in it than there should be when I was looking at my Sister. If she was to ask me if she was exciting me, then I'd strenuously deny it, but the truth is that she was.
"I'm waiting."
Waiting for what? Then I realized that I hadn't commented on the top that she was wearing. I'd been too busy admiring her impressive breasts. If I didn't say something soon she was going to wonder what was going on.
"You're showing a lot of cleavage, and because you aren't wearing a bra, I can clearly see the outline of your nipples."
"And why is that a problem?"
It wasn't a problem for me, or for my cock, but it was for our Mother. And if she was to go out in public like this, then it would be a problem for any man with a weak heart who was unfortunate enough to have a good look at her tits. It would give them a heart attack!
"As she's already told you, it's too revealing."
That got a snort of derision from her.
"I hate her, she's always complaining about what I wear. She never says anything about your clothes."
That was because I didn't walk around with my balls hanging out, or my trousers so tight that you could see the outline of my cock. But I didn't tell her that. It was best to stay quiet and just let her blow off some steam.
"And I have a good body, so why can't I show it off?"
That was true, it was a body that most women wanted to have, and one that most men wanted to touch. I was a man, so was that true of me? That was a question that I would prefer not to answer.
This time it had been said with less anger. Good, she was calming down. And now she was even smiling.
"I do have a good body, don't I?"
She didn't need me to reassure her, it was a given, but I was happy to say yes. However, before I could, she said more. And it was something that I hadn't expected her to say.
"My tits are firm and I have big nipples."
Then, in case I didn't believe her, she started touching herself. She was squeezing them to demonstrate their firmness. I knew that I should look away, but I couldn't. She wasn't doing it to excite me, but it was. To me it was highly erotic, and my cock could not be any harder.
I looked at the door. If Mother was to come in now, and see what she was doing, then both of us would be in trouble. When my eyes were back on her I was shocked.
"Have you ever seen a bigger one than this?"
I couldn't speak. If I was to open my mouth I knew that no words would come out of it, so instead I just shook my head. She'd pushed her blouse to one side so that the nipple was exposed, and now she was pulling on it. It was only uncovered for a few seconds, but what I'd seen was something that I would never forget. It wasn't just long, it was thick. It was so big that you could hang your hat on it!
Then, without another word, not even a goodbye, she left.
Had that really happened? No, I must be dreaming. I pinched myself, so hard that it made me yelp. It had been painful, so I was definitely awake.
What she'd done had taken me by surprise, and it had been a strange thing to do, but after only a few minutes of deductive reasoning, I understood her actions. I was now pleased with myself because I'd solved the puzzle.
I'd deduced that she was proud of her tits, and because her emotions were high after her argument with Mother, she'd briefly lost control and done something stupid. She'd fondled them in front of me, and then she'd shown me a nipple, but only because she wanted to demonstrate that she had a good body. It was a foolish thing to do, but perfectly understandable considering the circumstances. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. The best thing to do was to pretend that it hadn't happened.
And I should be thoroughly ashamed of myself for getting excited. That was unforgivable.
But now, after the third incident, I'd realized that it had been planned. It had been a deliberate act. She'd done it to get me excited. She'd done it to tease me.
The second time was a week after the first, or as I refer to it now, 'Nipplegate'. We were all watching television together. Mother was in her favourite chair, and Father was in his. She was knitting and he was doing the crossword from our local newspaper. I was on the sofa with Miya.
It was a half-decent film with quite a good story. I was enjoying it, but it was obvious that my Sister wasn't, because she kept fidgeting. That was irritating me, and it was taking all of my self-control to stop myself from shouting at her. I just wanted a little peace and quiet so that I could enjoy the film. When she stood up I was pleased. She was going to bed. But then she sat back down, and this time in a different position.
Before, we had been side by side, but now she was facing me, with her knees drawn up. It wasn't a good position for watching the television. To do that she was having to turn her head. However, that was her problem and not mine. So long as she didn't stretch out her legs and kick me, as far as I was concerned she could sit any way that she wanted to.
There was now a car chase, and it was getting my full attention. While it was going on Miya had moved her legs, but I only noticed when I'd glanced at her to see if she was watching it.
Her legs were now apart, more than they should be, but not wide enough so that I could see her panties. She was my Sister, but I was only flesh and blood, so what I was seeing was exciting me. And now, the view between her slender legs was more appealing to me than the film.
I didn't want to get caught looking up her skirt, so I was being careful. Just a furtive look, and then back to watching the film. But I soon realized that I could be bolder.
For the other two to see us they would have to turn their heads and look behind them, and all the time that we'd been watching the television they hadn't done that. And now my Sister must be enjoying the film, because it was getting all of her attention. Her eyes were fixed on the television. So it was safe for me to take a longer look.
There wasn't much to see, but it was enough to make my heart beat faster and for my cock to take an interest in it. I've never touched her legs, but I just knew that if I did, then they would be soft and silky-smooth. And that hand that was on her would not stay there, it would quickly make its way upwards towards her sweet pussy.
When it happened I almost gasped. My mouth had opened, but fortunately nothing came out. She'd suddenly moved her legs, and now they were wide open. Her panties that had been hidden were now clearly displayed. Why had she done that? There could only be one explanation. She was concentrating on the film, and had therefore forgotten that I was on the sofa with her.
I knew that I should look away, but I also knew that I wasn't going to. Yes, not doing that would make me feel guilty, but I could live with that. This was too good an opportunity to ignore. And, without her knowing, I was only looking. As they say, no harm no foul.
What is it with men and panties? To women, men's underwear is just that, an item of clothing. However, when a man sees a pair of used panties in the laundry basket he gets excited, and he might even sniff them. Women don't do that. And when a man sees panties on a woman, then he's going to park his brain and let his cock take over.
They were red, and very small. I'm no expert on women's underwear, but to me, they looked expensive. And they were perfect for showing off her prized possession.
Because they were small, the material was stretched over her pussy, revealing all her contours. There were enough bulges to keep a lover interested for a long time.
As I continued to look at her, I started imagining what it would be like to explore her pussy with my fingers, or even better, explore it with my mouth. Even though I wanted to, I didn't dare fantasize about putting my cock into her, because that was beyond my wildest dreams.
All those thoughts about her most intimate place was making my cock hard, and my excitement had gone up to the next level, but it was also bad because it was frustrating me. She was my Sister, so no matter how much I wanted her, I was never going to be able to have her.
Then I had a sudden thought, so powerful that it was like a bolt of lightning entering my brain. Should I touch her? Of course I wanted to, but that would be madness. If I did she would freak out, and I'd then have some explaining to do.
It would have to be, "Sorry, it was accidental," and hopefully she would believe me.
But what I'd like to say would be, "Sorry, I couldn't help it. Your pussy looked so good that I just had to touch it."
To help me keep control of my emotions, so that I didn't do anything stupid, I stopped looking up her skirt. I was now watching the television again. The film was coming to an end, When it finished I would go to bed. But I couldn't resist one last look.
I couldn't believe it. Her hand was now between her legs, and it was moving. It looked as if she was rubbing her pussy.
"I'm stuck on five across. Another word for discontented. Ten letters."
That startled me, but Miya remained calm. Slowly, as if she had all the time in the world, she removed her hand. When Father turned his head to look at us, her hand was now by her side and her legs were closed.
"You two are clever, so what's the answer?"
That was easy, because it was how I was feeling.
I said, "Frustrated," and I was right!
A minute after the film had ended I was in my bedroom. After making sure to lock the door, my cock was out and I was furiously stroking it. I now wasn't just looking at my Sister's covered pussy, my fingers were on it. They were inside her panties, touching her opening and clit.
And that was as far as I got before spurting. It was a nice climax, but if it had been Miya's hand on my cock then it would have been even better.
At the time, 'Sofagate', was easy to explain. She was relaxing, so she'd made herself more comfortable by spreading her legs, and she'd only done it in my presence because she'd forgotten that I was there. But what about the fingers on her pussy? No problem. She was just scratching an itch, like men often do with their balls.
Now I was wiser. She hadn't forgotten that I was there. She'd deliberately put on a show and I was the audience.
The third time ended an hour ago, and that was when the penny had dropped. The scheming bitch was doing it deliberately.
This is what happened.
The weather forecast for today had said that it would be warm, but it was wrong. It was actually hot. In fact, hot enough to sunbathe. And because it was a Saturday, I was taking the opportunity to enjoy the weather.
I'd only been in the garden for ten minutes when she joined me, and as soon as I saw her I knew that our parents were not at home.
And I'll now explain how I knew that.
She was twenty one years old, an adult. She should be able to wear whatever she wants, whenever she wants. And that would happen if she lived in her own house. But because she lived at home, she had to abide by our parent's rules or more specifically, Mother's rules.
Our Mother was still an attractive woman, and her curves could almost match Miya's. It was a body that most women would want to display, but not her. She dressed modestly, and so she expected her Daughter to behave in the same way.
So after seeing what my Sister was now wearing, I didn't need to be Einstein to know that we were alone.
Technically it was a bikini, but really it was just a few square inches of flimsy material. But it must be strong, because the top was containing her large breasts, and the bottom was doing an equally good job on her plump rear. Mother would not agree with me, but I must say that she looked sensational in it. And it was my good fortune that she had decided to sunbathe at the same time as me.
We have a large garden so she had a choice of where to sit. When she placed her recliner close to mine I was delighted. Then it got better, better than I could ever have imagined.
"I hate putting sunscreen on, please will you do it for me?"
Had I heard it correctly, had she really given me permission to touch her body? Yes she had. My pulse was now racing and my cock was starting to grow. Then I engaged my brain. I was reading too much into it. She just wanted me to smear her body with sunscreen so that she would be protected from the sun.
I started with her back, and I made sure to cover all of it. She then turned towards me. Now I was finding it difficult to concentrate because her large breasts, that were barely covered, were close to my face. I tried to ignore them, but I was fighting a losing battle.
When I'd finished I was relieved. Stopping myself from touching her tits had been difficult, but somehow I'd managed it. Now there were only her legs to do. But when my hands left her top, she spoke, making it clear that there was still more to do there.
"What about my tits? Without any protection they'll burn."
I muttered a quick sorry, and then, after taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I put my hand back on her.
This time it was different. I wasn't touching her hard back or her tight stomach, I was touching a firm breast. It was covered by her bikini top, but there was still enough of it that was exposed, to get me excited.
Fortunately, when I sunbathe I'm modestly dressed, so my baggy shorts were hiding my erection. And they were doing that easily because I don't have a large cock. It's a modest five and a half inches, but it gives me a lot of pleasure. Of course, I'd like a big one, but you have to be satisfied with what you've got dangling between your legs. And to compensate for my lack of inches, I'd been given a large brain, so I wasn't complaining.
My fingers were now near her nipple. It would be easy to pull her top down. Just an inch and it would be out. But I would never get away with that. However, if my fingers were to move over it, and I was to apologize for my mistake, then she would forgive me.
It went perfectly. The brief 'accidental' touch of that significant lump, had excited me more than I thought was possible. And my apology had been accepted. It had gone so well that I was now thinking about repeating it, but before I could, she put a stop to it.
"You can do my legs now."
By the time I'd done her calves, I was a lot calmer, and my cock was almost limp again.
"You can do my thighs, and it will be better if I lie down while you do them."
It was better, because for me to do her thighs, she had to open her legs. And like that time on the sofa, I could now see her covered pussy.
I took my time, I was making it last for as long as possible. But unfortunately, when my hand was as high up as it could go without touching her panties, she ended it.
"Thanks, that's enough."
Reluctantly, I removed my hand, and I was expecting her to close her legs, but she didn't. And her hand was now between them.
"Some of that cream has dripped onto my bikini."
It hadn't, and I knew that, because while I had been doing her thighs, I'd been staring at her pussy. My eyes had seen every inch of her bikini bottom. There was definitely no sunscreen on it, not even a speck.
Her fingers were now moving quickly, trying to rub in that imaginary cream, and I was watching her do it with my mouth wide open.It was so erotic, so hot. It was almost too much for me. And she was only doing it because she thought that there was some sunscreen on her bikini.
Then she looked up at me, and we made eye contact. That's when I knew, and then she confirmed it by grinning.
She then ended the teasing by removing her hand and closing her legs. I stayed with her for another five minutes, and then I went to my room.
How could I have been so stupid!
Now that I knew that my Sister was playing games with me, I kept out of her way. She wasn't going to fool me again.
But a few days after 'Sunscreengate', I had an idea. I would stop avoiding her, and when she teased me again, I wouldn't just watch, I'd touch her. She wouldn't like me doing that, and it might even upset her, but it would teach her a lesson. And that lesson was, don't mess with your little Brother.
However, for the next week she was as good as gold. No flirting, no teasing, and no flaunting her body in front of me. I didn't know if I should be relieved or disappointed. She must have got tired of playing games with me.
But on Sunday I found out that she hadn't!
I was in my bedroom, studying. Tomorrow I had a Chemistry exam and I was going over some past papers. I'd almost finished when there was a knock on the door.
I shouted out, "Come in."
It was my Sister, and she greeted me with, "I'm bored."
She then sat down on the bed, disturbing the papers that were on it.
"I've got an important exam tomorrow, please go away."
She shook her head, and then she said, "If you let me stay then I'll show you my tattoo."
Now she was being silly.
"You don't have one."
"If you let me stay then I'll show you my NEW tattoo."
No way, but when I saw that she was grinning, I knew that it must be true.
"Does Mother know?"
Her laughter told me that it was a stupid question. When she'd finished laughing I gave her my answer.
"OK it's a deal."
Knowing Miya well, it wouldn't be subtle, and it would be in a place that was within her underwear.
She was removing her T-shirt, so it must be on her breast. It was now off and I couldn't see it, therefore it must be under her bra. When that was unhooked, she let it slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor.
"What do you think?"
It was a serpent, and it was coiled around her nipple, as if it was paying homage to it. The colours were a vibrant red and blue, with blue being the dominant one. I'd expected it to be vulgar, but it wasn't. To my surprise, I actually liked it. However, as good as it was, it was second best to her impressive tits, that were topped with magnificent nipples.
"I like it, I really do."
She was smiling, pleased that I approved of it. Then her face suddenly changed, there was now mischief in her eyes. I knew what was going to happen next. She'd come up with some excuse so that she could touch her tits, perhaps she'd even play with her nipples. It would be done to tease me, to get me excited, and it wouldn't go on for long before she was putting her bra back on.
But not today, because I was going to take control!
"Can I touch it?"
I'd asked if I could do it, but I didn't wait for her answer because it would be no. I just did it. It took her by surprise, and before she could stop me, one of my fingers was touching the tip of the serpent's tail. Then very slowly I started moving it along the body of the serpent.
There's no point in being clever if you don't use it to your advantage. I'd reasoned that a hand groping her breast would have been too much for her, and she would have stopped me, but just one finger, gently tracing the outline of her tattoo, would be allowed to continue. And I was right. But if it was to become more than that, then I would have to get her to lower her defences by flattering her.
"I hope you don't mind me saying this. These are the best tits that I have ever seen."
Of course she didn't mind. Who doesn't like receiving a compliment?
I then waited until my finger was at the head of the serpent, and only an inch away from her plump nipple, before speaking again.
"And your nipples are," then I hesitated, as if I was searching for that one word that would do them justice, but I already knew what it was.
"Magnificent!"
She was now smiling, and it was radiant.
"Can I touch them?"
This time I waited for her answer, because I was confident that it would be yes. It was, but given by a slight nod of her head.
My fingers were now on both of her nipples, and I wasn't just touching them, I was playing with them. When she uttered a low moan I had to smile. It was barely audible, but it was enough to tell me that she was hooked. Now I needed to reel her in.
Within a couple of minutes I'd got what I wanted, her to be so excited, that when I was to suddenly stop, she'd be frustrated. Like I'd been when she'd teased me.
I was pleased, my plan had worked, but it had a flaw, and it was a fatal one. She wasn't the only one that was excited. I didn't want to stop, I wanted it to continue for as long as possible. I wanted as much of my Sister's gorgeous body as I could get. I wanted all of it!
When I put my mouth onto her nipple she tried to push me away, but it wasn't done with much force. I then sucked on it, long and hard. It made her gasp. When I did it again, but this time with even more effort, her gasp was louder.
When my mouth was off her, so that I could move to the other nipple, she helped me get to it by moving her breast towards me. I rewarded her by nibbling on it. Her loud moan told me that she liked that. And she was also liking what my fingers were now doing to the one that wasn't in her mouth. I was pinching it.
This was good, good enough to make a virgin come in their pants. But I was greedy, I wanted more than her large breasts, I wanted her sweet pussy.
My hands were now on her jeans, and I was trying to unbutton them.
"No, not my pussy. Just my tits."
"I won't go inside your panties."
She made me wait for a few seconds before responding, and what she then said wasn't what I wanted to hear.
"No."
I was now desperately trying to think of something to say to her that would make her change her mind. But my superior intelligence failed me.
All I said was, "Please," but to my great delight, it worked.
"OK, but just on the outside."
However, if she was given time to think about what she had just agreed to, then she might realize that the sensible thing to do was to stop, so I needed to act quickly while she was still willing. I got her jeans off in record time, and then my fingers went straight for her pussy, that was now only covered by her white panties.
All those bulges in her panties that I had seen before, were now getting the expert attention of my fingers. And as I moved upwards she was getting more excited.
"That's it!"
I stopped, because 'it' must be her clit. I was grateful for her help, without it I would have moved on, not realizing that I had just touched her precious jewel. When I pushed down on it she gave a low moan.
I was now concentrating on that spot, and I was doing a good job. The proof of that were the noises that she was now making and the stain that was now visible on her panties.
She was only letting me do this because I had agreed to stay on the outside of her underwear. But I desperately wanted to finger her, to push them deep up her juicy pussy. But if I tried to do that would she stop me? There was only one way to find out.
Her panties were small, stretched tight over her pussy, getting my fingers inside them would be difficult. They needed to come off.
After taking hold of them with both hands, I said, in my best commanding voice, "Miya, lift your bottom up so that I can take them off."
"No Paul, you're my Brother."
I wanted to laugh, but that wouldn't help. I was her Brother when I'd feasted on her big tits, and when I'd been rubbing her clit through her panties, but she hadn't said that on those two occasions.
When I said it again her response was different.
"If I let you then you'll want to fuck me, and that would be wrong."
I was now hopeful that I could persuade her. Of course I did want to put my cock inside her, but now I needed to act as if I didn't.
"No way, you're my Sister!"
I must have sounded convincing because she was now lifting her bottom up. I wanted to punch the air and jump up and down, but apart from making me look silly, it would waste some time, and I couldn't afford to do that because I had an important job to do. Removing my Sister's panties.
They were now off and I was staring at a pussy. And it was one that I shouldn't be looking at. But that wasn't worrying me. I was eighteen years old, always eager for sex. She was an adult, and she was willing, so I was going to continue without feeling guilty.
When my two fingers entered her, she sighed, and when they were deep inside her, up to the knuckles, she moaned.
"Fuck me with them, and don't stop until I've come."
I was now moving my fingers, but too slowly for her.
"Faster."
I quickly speeded up, and she purred. Good, she was now getting what she wanted. Then my cock suddenly twitched, to remind me that it was being left out. It needed to be patient, its time would come. However, there was a question that needed to be answered.
What part of Miya was going to make it spurt, hand, mouth, or pussy? All would be nice, but if it was lucky then it would get the ultimate prize, her sweet pussy.
She was now well on her way to that climax that she had asked for. My fingers were working like pistons, and there was a squelching noise, the result of her excited pussy being so wet, but you had to listen carefully to hear it because it was almost drowned out by all her loud moaning.
Her climax, that had been on the horizon, was now almost here. She just needed a little push to tip her over the edge. I might only be young, but I'd learnt a lot from Victoria, my first serious girlfriend. We'd met at my eighteenth birthday party. I was the shy virgin, and she, because she was twenty seven, was an experienced lover. That has been the perfect combination. She was the teacher and I was the willing pupil. After only three months it was over, but it had been wonderful while it had lasted!
"When there's a problem, rub the clit. That always works."
That had been her mantra, and that's what I was going to do now.
That did the trick, and after only a few seconds. When it happened, I offered up a silent thanks to Victoria for her good advice.
I like watching a woman come, especially when it's a big one. And my Sister's was. She was vocal, almost a screamer, and she was animated, kicking her legs out when her orgasm was at its peak.
I was now waiting for her to recover, and I was smiling, that was because when she did, it would be my turn. But when she had, and I saw the look on her face, my smile instantly disappeared. Then, to confirm what I'd been thinking that she'd want to do, she spoke.
"We have to stop."
I could tell that she was feeling guilty, so understandably she wanted to end it. But I had no regrets, so I wanted to carry on. If I was going to get what I wanted then I would have to persuade her to continue, but the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach was telling me that I knew how difficult a task that would be.
But I refused to be defeated. Yes, it was going to be difficult, but not impossible. I might not succeed, but I was determined to give it my best shot.
My instincts told me that the first thing that I should do is hug her. When I did that she didn't resist, instead she embraced it, that was a good sign. Now for some well-chosen words.
"That was wonderful, we shared a special moment in time, something that I will always remember. A cherished memory."
"Yes it was."
Good, I'd got her to admit that she'd enjoyed it. Now I needed to convince her that fucking would be even more pleasurable, and that we should do it. However, my words should be subtle rather than crude.
"We could make it even more special. If I was to be granted one wish then it would be that you would let me make love to you. If we were to do that then I just know that for both of us it would be the ultimate experience."
That was over the top, almost poetry. And if I was to be granted a wish, then I'd ask for money or a bigger cock. Also, I was promising a lot, the ultimate experience. But could I deliver? Hopefully, I was going to get the opportunity to try.
I'd given it my best shot, and it was now up to her. As the seconds ticked by, while I waited for her decision, there were butterflies in my stomach. I was now convinced that it was going to be no.
"OK."
I couldn't believe it, I was stunned. It had worked. Then she suddenly pushed me away, and with such a force that I almost fell over. She thought that was funny, but I wasn't amused. But when she spoke, all was forgiven.
"Take your clothes off before I change my mind."
During all the time that men have been wearing clothes, nobody has undressed quicker than I was doing now. That was understandable, because waiting for me was my Sister's pussy, and she was going to let me fuck it!
When I'd lowered my boxers my cock had sprung out. Its size wasn't impressive, but its eagerness was.
Her response to seeing it was, "That's a nice cock."
I would have liked her to gasp, or to say that it was a big one, but I'd settle for nice.
While I'd been taking my clothes off she'd removed her skirt, so both of us were now naked. We were ready to continue. For her it was making love, for me it would be fucking!
The animal in me wanted to do it straight away, to just bend her over and fuck her hard. That would satisfy me, but not my Sister. She would want that, but only later, when her excitement was at fever pitch. My task now was to get her to that level without rushing.
When I kissed her it startled her, and she didn't respond. Then she suddenly came to life, kissing me back with equal passion. This was special, it made it feel as if we were lovers, rather than siblings that were doing something sinful.
We were now not just kissing, our hands were all over each other. I had one hand on her breast, and the other was between her legs. Hers were on my cock and balls. It was as if neither of us had experienced this before. It was wonderful, and it was going to get even better when she was ready to fuck. And please let that be soon.
I must have recently done a good deed, because my prayer was answered, and after only a couple of minutes.
"Fuck me, and do it now."
Without me having to ask her, she was getting into position. If you were to see me now then my big smile would tell you that it was a position that I liked.
She was on all fours, and that was my favourite way of fucking!
I was now behind her. There are some things, that when you see them for the first time, they take your breath away. For example, the Taj Mahal or The Grand Canyon. What I was looking at now should definitely be added to that list.
I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her bottom was high up and her stomach was low down. It was a view that was making my cock twitch, and there was one part of her body that was exciting it the most. Her opening.
While I was parting her lips with the head of my cock, I was smiling. It was a smile so big that it was making my face ache.
When I'd given her all that I had she gave a little groan, it was barely audible, but hearing it made my heart sing because it told me that my cock was big enough to give her pleasure.
After two strokes she was moaning, and that was good for her. But I had a problem. I wasn't going to be able to last for long, and that was her fault. Her pussy was too tight, too good.
"Fuck me hard, as hard as you can."
Oh no!
I wanted to, but that would finish me off and therefore leave her hanging. If that happened then she would not be happy. I'd persuaded her to let me fuck her, and in return she was expecting to get a big climax.
"Harder."
I would just have to do it and hope for the best. The next one was, but the one after was brutal, perhaps my best one ever. And that was the end for me. I was now spurting into her sweet pussy. It was wonderful, but I knew that when it ended I would get some harsh words from Miya.
"My pussy's in it."
I couldn't believe it, more by luck than good judgement, we had come together. And hers, like mine, was a memorable one.
When her orgasm had subsided she slumped down, taking me with her. For the next few minutes we stayed like that, with her whimpering.
An hour later our parents were back home. When they arrived we were in the kitchen drinking coffee. While we'd been waiting for them to return we'd had time to talk about what we'd done, and we'd come to the following conclusion.
It had been wrong and we shouldn't have done it. However, we would be doing it again, and as often as possible!