LONG TIME

It's been a long time I have seen my sister. She's married now. Lives in a far away place. Has kids. A husband she loves.

I haven't quite forgotten her though, my inability making me pine away endless nights alone. I had seen some women but none stayed in my mind the way Janey did.

She is beautiful. A flower.

It was not to be.

When I was young, I started to get these feelings about her. She would bat her eyelashes sexily at me as she did with everyone, and I would feel my hardness throbbing with insane desire.

Now, I have nothing but awkwardness. I masturbate thinking of her and just that.

Whenever I speak to her on the phone or when I visit I have to shackle myself from doing something I would regret later. She has a baby. I often fantasize I gave it to her. Sick thoughts, I know.

But I love the child. I imagine she was very happy concieveing it, my cock deep inside her pumping warm semen into her. She sucking it in like a woman about to explode with love for her master.

I was about twenty when I decided to talk to her about it. Went up to her room. Found her reading a book as she always did, her small frame coiled into a ball. I wanted to pick her up and give her a huge kiss, but I didn't, seeing how everyone was at home.

But Janey could tell I was there. She turned, at first a bit surprised and then smiled.

"What do you want?" she said, her eyes doing that sexy thing.

I wanted to tear off her clothes and make passionate love, but stuttered instead. Did I tell you I have developed a stutter around her?

She looked at me funny. "What's wrong? You look upset."

"No. Just wondering if I can use your computer," I lied sitting down at her desk so that my balls could relax.

She saw the bulge in my pants and looked away.

For a moment I said nothing, pretending to look around the internet for my class project. And she with her back to me went on reading her book.

It was a romantic thriller, a sex-filled story that made women wet in their pussies and very very sexy. I looked over her side to see what she was doing. She was in a curl, legs squeezed together as though to suck in the fluids.

I wanted to massage her tension, stroke her butt muscles so she would magically spread her legs and say, "MMMM....fuck me."

My mouth was salivating, my legs wider to let the dick breath. I bit my lips to keep from yelling.

And then she turned over.

"Is everything okay? Do you feel sick?" she leaned towards me and touched my forehead.

Instantly, I jumped back. It was an awkward jump, and as though she had understood me her eyes flowed to my bulge. I saw in her eyes a sense of horror and guilt. She pulled back.

My sister is four years older. I had seen her grow into a woman all these years, and I doubt she had ever thought of me as anything but a kid brother.

But it was for once, I think, that she realized I was just another man who wanted her. She sat back and for a moment said nothing, her face perplexed in a deep frown, as though asking herself if she had led me on in any way.

I quietly waited a lecture.

But then something happened. Her eyes went back to the sexy squint and she smiled at me, the way she did when she wanted something done -- a very confusing sexual advance.

I gulped. "Should I leave the computer on?" I asked, a bit annoyed with her mixed messages.

"No. Let it be." She looked at the clock and laughed. "We have three hours till John comes home."

John, my older brother, was the handsome one, the one she was most fond of. I looked at her in awe, not knowing what that meant.

Then as though she had made up her mind, she walked up to the bedroom door and closed it gently, dropping her dress into one pile and walking over to me.

"I masturbate a lot. I want your hard dick, Ian. Can I have it?" she put my hand on her soft perky breasts and I almost came.

"Are you sure about this?" I managed to say as she tore my belt off and began to touch my cock like a kid who had discovered a new toy.

"I want to be fucked like in the stories. Like dad and mom do it. You know? Like mad," she grinned like the devil.

I felt a sense of ease overcome me as she swallowed my balls into her mouth and began to suck on them like a baby.

"You're big," she giggled, putting my cock in her mouth and starting this spit-and-suck routine.

I could not breath, but I was losing my patience fast.

I lifted her off the floor and threw her on the bed. Then like any man whose mind was not functioning, I started to tear off her clothes.

She yelped. Moaned. Hissed, Kicked as I bit and sucked her black catholic nipples, like a tiger devours fresh meat. She was so wet. It took me a second to go inside her. I heard her say nasty things.

"Fuck harder. Oh Yes. Mmm.. I love you. Harder..."

I kept ramming it in until I spilled everything inside her.

"What did you do that for?" she had jumped up in surprise. I'm not on birth control.

It was as though our whole afternoon of fun had been destroyed by my carelessness. I began to keep fucking her, like any man ignoring his wife. She responded but angrily.

She began to say angry things. "I hate you. Agghh.. Why? Why? Aghh....MMM..."

I moved slowly, hoping to take away her pain. It worked. After two hours, I left her in bed with some clothes on and walked off to take a bath.

When I came back, John was standing in the doorway, just like I had been, but this time wondering why she was looking spent.

I didn't bother to walk over there, but soon after I heard a small sound of the door closing and then the springiness of my brother fucking my newly liberated sister.

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I am Mike. Most people don't know I have been in lust with my elder sister since I can remember. She is very beautiful. We have never done it because she would kill me but I have always felt like it. I started masturbating when I was 12 years old in the shower, but only thinking of her red nipples and lovely curls. I had seen her changing many times from the closet and it was a good sight.

Her lips on my hard cock, her mouth pulling my member. Ohhhhh! How easy it is to cum thinking og her.

I haven't had a girlfriend, though while in Paris I slept with some whores. The regular dating scene never interests me. I think it's boring.

My sister just got married last year and has given birth recently. I fixed her up with a guy - a friend whom I paid some money to sleep with her.

I thought she was a virgin being as we are conservative, but it turned out she had been a real whore all her life. The very thought of it made me jealous and horny at once.

One day, when John was dating her I persuaded him to tape thier sex. Little did I know there would be an orgy.

It seemed, Ginny had a fetish. It was for group sex with six men at a time, all teasing her to frenzy while she took turns to get off on them. Ginny has big tits and likes to be milked and milk men too. Ginny also has a temper that turns most men on.

I saw the video and could not control the load of cum I had shot onto the ground. Cleaning it I decided to tell her how I really felt.

She was suckling her baby when I walked into the house. The child, I saw, was still sucking from her tits and she eager to supply.

I asked her how she was, as she scrambled to cover herself.

"I'm fine," she replied, embarrassed by the hungry look in my eyes, the bulge in my pants throbbing into her ears.

"I saw your video," I spoke up, twitching a little, wondering if she might slap me if I explained.

"Video?" Ginny turned and looked up from her red tits.

"Yes," I paced.

"What video?"

"Your group sex videos," I replied as her eyes grew large and then closed with shame.

"How did you?" she looked devastated.

"How long have you been?" I snapped instead.

"Many years," she looked down wondering if I was angry, for I was.

"Why was I never told?" I yelled and she looked up in protest.

"Why would I tell you?"

"So that I could fuck you. Why else?" I yelled.

My voice must have caused a shudder in the room, for there was just silence. When I turned she had put the child down and was quite upset.

"Come to me," she extended a hand as I came closer and sat down. Her dress was still open from feeding the child and she placed my hand on her nipples.

"Here. Touch me. God knows you wanted to," she kissed me.

"What about your husband?" I asked, holding her tits in my hand.

"He doesn't care," she replied, biting my nose.

"Why?" I looked up at her sad face.

"He wants group sex too," she wiped a tear from her face. "but mostly, I'm tired of it. I want a man."

For a while I sat still fondling her nipples and thinking if I should take up her offer. She was serious. She wanted one on one sex. But then, I realized she was just toying with me so that I would fuck her passionately. I had seen her do that to my father many times, play with his mind. And it always worked.

It was no wonder my mother hated her so much. "Ginny is a bitch. A cunt. A whore," she told her neighbours knowing how she had our father's balls in the grip of her palms.

"What are you saying?" he would protest, pulling her into the house as she was mad. Mad or not she had some story to tell, and the neighbours always listened whether or not we did.

My older brother had the hots for her too, but he met this girl and spun out of Ginny's control when he was 16. He's married and happy now, though at times I know he's falling for her charms again.

"Open up," I order her knowing all too well she wants me to be her slave, but I won't. I'm tired of the way she treats us boys in the family, including her dick thrusting hubby who makes porn for a living. He didn't always used to be like that, but she changed him, as did I.

I paid him $10,000 fr that video and her never went back to his old job. Ginny fucks for a living now but is never satisfied. She wants to fuck more men - anyone really. Her hubby has lost interest in her I think, but I still long for her.

Her tits were hanging over my mouth as I recalled all the times she would scold us over a stupid game of scrabble or chess or how she would boss us around the house to do small chores for her. How father ran to the shops just as she demanded. How mother put up with it just so that she could sleep in the same bed as father.

I'm tired of Ginny now. That fucking bitch. I take her tits in my mouth and gnaw like a small child, and then bite hard.

"Bitch!" I yell as I rip open her shirt and tear off her panties. The ripping sound makes her wild and she screams.

I bit those red nipples and slapped her face.

"Ahhh...." she moaned writhing like an animal in captivity.

I slapped her ass now, until she tried to stop me in the pain.

"Ahhh...Ahhh" she moaned as my cock got large against her lower body.

"Ahhh...." she lifted my shirt up over my head and tugged at my belt.

"Bitch! Say you're ass is mine!" I yelled, as I pulled her head to my cock.

She parted her lips like a good slave and started sucking madly.

"Give it now," she yelled as I shoved her face closer.

"Not now Bitch! When I say it!" I yelled, slapping her back. I couldn't wait much longer so I forced her onto the bed.

"Ahhh..." she spread her legs and climbed on top.

"Ahh...." she kissed my lips as I grabbed her ass and squeezed it.

"Ahhh...." she moaned as I entered her began to ride her harder and harder.

"Ahh ..." she screamed as I bit on her lovely neck.

"Ahhh...." she fucked me back like an animal, biting my neck, pulling my hair.

"Ahhhh...yes....ahhh" she was wild like a flower in a desert.

"Ahhh...she let me explode inside her.

It was a good fuck. It was a really god fuck. Little Ginny is a mad girl. She is ravenous, sexually amazing. We met on demand now and then and her husband knows and encourages it, knowing that it has nothing to do with him.

I am never getting married as long as Ginny fucks like that. And I plan on giving her a baby when she comes to visit me in January.