MY SISTER'S KEEPER

There is no way in hell you're going to be able to comprehend what is going on, if I don't give you a little background first. My name is Kevin – Kev for short. I'm 19 years old, and finally out on my own after getting a job, working hard during high school, and saving up enough that I could finally get my own place. All kids go through that, so there is nothing special about my own experience.

I was desperate to accomplish this, because – to be brutally honest – my family's a fucking mess! My stepfather's a piece of shit who has put our family through hell. Darren was okay when he was sober, earning a decent wage to keep a roof over our head and food on the table. But, the second he got home and started drinking, our life became a hell of his making.

Only 14 when he married our mom, I was already a large, physical specimen from all my workouts for sports and so on. Plus, I had my teenage, growing spurt into adulthood much earlier than the other boys my age. No one ever messed with me. In return, I never bothered them. Darren was a wimpy guy that knew if he fucked with me, I would have snapped him in two without breaking a sweat. He avoided any kind of confrontation with me.

Right from the start, it was apparent that this guy was a real prick. He treated mom like a slave, and she just took it. Within a short time, she started drinking a lot – probably as a way to escape. When I tried to pry any information out of her, she just said everything was fine and not to worry.

My sister, Suzie – or Suz, as I called her – was another story. When he came around, she was just going on 16. Not long afterward, she began to withdraw and didn't stick around the house very much ... always off somewhere with her friends doing 'stuff'. We had never been close, so talking about personal things was not in our nature. I did try a couple of times to get her to open up, but she was just like mom and sloughed off my questions.

Suz had a job at a local clothing store, which she seemed to enjoy. The minute she turned 18, she moved into a girlfriend's place. We didn't see much of her after that, just an occasional short visit of an hour, at the most.

It was about the time I became a high school freshman, that I started hearing the rumors. They all revolved around my sister being a real slut. The further I got in school, the more the stories of her sexual activities came to the surface. They dealt with drinking, parties and my sister doing anything and everything, with anyone and everyone, at anytime or anyplace. Seems that my sister was the school whore who could be had for a drink or a song.

No one would ever say anything directly to my face, for fear of having the shit beat out of them. However, the gossip I would overhear – when kids didn't realize I was within earshot – was relentless. I never had a reason to doubt it. I just did my best to ignore it.

About the time I had found my new apartment, Suz and I talked on the phone. She seemed happy that I was out on my own and asked me how our mother was – explaining that they were fighting, and she hadn't talked to her recently. When I told her nothing had changed, she sounded sad. We both made a promise to get together soon to have dinner, or something similar.

That was a couple of weeks ago, and we still hadn't hooked up yet. Then I got the call ...

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The female on the other end of the line claimed to be an intern at our local hospital. My sister had asked her to call me. Suzie had been discovered by an elderly couple at a rest stop just outside town. She was incoherent, bloody and pretty drunk after they were able to revive her. When Suz implored them to not get the police involved, they drove her to the hospital.

While she did let the nurses treat her cuts and bruises, she told them if they called the police, she was leaving and they couldn't stop her. The intern was finally able to convince her that she needed to call someone, so she gave in. That's why I was on the phone.

Without hesitation, I told the intern I was on my way. Twenty minutes later, I walked into Suz's hospital room and was shocked to see my sister's bandage-covered face. I could only see one eye, the other hidden beneath the gauze. She was already dressed in her regular clothes – a pair of holey jeans, and a tank top under an unbuttoned shirt. Lying on the bed, apparently dozing, when she heard me call her name, her eye fluttered open. Her lower lip was cut and swollen. Also, I could see some bruising on her cheek and neck.

As she struggled to sit up, it was obvious she had been badly beaten. "Kev! Please, get me outta here ... take me home!" The nurse's timing couldn't have been any better, as she entered the room pushing a wheelchair. It was the same lady that had directed me to my sister's room upon my arrival. They had already handled all the discharge formalities before I had arrived. Regardless, Suz still had to exit in a wheelchair. We helped her into the chair before I headed out to bring my car around to the entrance.

The ride home was quiet except for her giving me directions to her place, since I had never been there before.

Once inside her nice apartment, I could tell she was extremely tired. I helped her to her bedroom. As I turned to leave, she begged me to stay the night, saying I could sleep in the other bedroom, but to please not leave her alone right now ... she would feel safer if she knew I was there.

I agreed, even though I was curious where her roommate was. I kissed her on the forehead and went to the other bedroom.

********

I was almost asleep when I heard the creak of the bedroom door. "Kev? You awake?"

Groggily, I replied, "Yeah." She closed the door behind her, and shuffled the short distance to the bed. Backlit by the dim moonlight flooding in from the window, I could see the silhouette of her body through the flimsy material of a knee-length nightie.

Her raspy voice asked, "Can I sleep with you? I don't wanna be alone right now!" Her pleading tone sounded desperate. There was no way I could say no, after all she had been through.

"Sure," I answered. As she lifted my covers and began to crawl under them, I scooted over as far as I could. The bed was only a full, so there wasn't much room.

"Hold me please," She snuggled against my side, her head wedging against my shoulder, with her arm across my chest and a leg on top of mine. Her body felt hot and sweaty. I had forgotten that I only had my boxers on, becoming painfully aware of her bare skin against mine. Shrugging off the thoughts, I put my arm across her as she squirmed to get as close as possible.

When she had finally gotten comfortable, she told me in a whisper, "Thanks ... now I feel safe."

As I got accustomed to her body heat and her warm breath against my chest, I gave her a squeeze. "Good ... " I bent my head down and kissed her on the forehead which drew a heavy sigh from her.

I don't know how much time had passed. I had definitely nodded off when I felt her moving against me. Her leg shifted upward where her thigh came into contact with my flaccid dick. She was also fingering my chest hair ever so softly. I shifted my lower body to try and break the contact with my groin area, hoping she wasn't doing it on purpose.

"Youu-mus' hate me." Her words were slurred from her condition, the smell of booze still heavy in the air.

Even though I was pretty sure what she was referring to, I wanted to be positive. "I don't hate you! Why would I?"

"'Cuz ... I'mma sluttt!" Her thigh slid back in contact with my cock, but I don't believe she was even aware of it ... she had to be too drunk to notice. "I'm-m shur' ya heard all about yer slut sis in school. I'd fuck anyone just for the fuckkkk uv it. That's what ever-reee one told ya ... right?" Her blunt declaration had caught me flat-footed. I tried to think of how to answer her. "Suzziee da sluttt ... wuz my name."

"No one ever said it to my face. I would have smashed them if they had." She had to have heard the anger in my voice.

"Butt-t-t – ya heard it! And ... it was truu-uhhh. I wuzz-za slut." She went right to the point, her hand clamping over my filling flesh. "I wanted this-s-s-! ... Coccckkkk! An ... I didn't care how I gott-it." Her fingers wrapped me through the thin material of my briefs, tugging on me from base to tip. "Big ones ... lil ones ... fat ones ... thin ones! Didn't matter. Cock wuz cocckkk. I wanted them all!"

I had to slow her down. Taking hold of her hand, I removed it, bringing it up to my chest again. "Suz, sweetie ... you need to get some sleep." She groaned a complaint at being stopped. "We can talk about this tomorrow. Okay, sis?"

She giggled weirdly. "Just a quick suck? Just a quick lick-a-yerrr cockk-sickle? Then ... I'll go ta sleep!" She raised her head to look at me with a pout, her bottom lip exaggeratedly pushed forward.

I tried to keep the mood light. "Nope! You're gonna regret this in the morning! Now ... gooo-tooo-sleep!"

She laid her head back down on my chest, her fingers back in my chest hair again. I could barely hear her final words as she took a big sigh, "I'll nev-errr regret cock. Luvvvvv-it!"

"Sleep!" I admonished with another peck on her head. Within a minute I could feel her slip into dreamland, her soft and steady breathing announcing her departure.

********

She was gone when I awoke. The smell of coffee drifted to my nostrils, pulling me out of bed, into my clothes and to the kitchen. As I poured myself a cup, she appeared, rising from behind the back of the nearby sofa where she must have been lying down.

Her voice was rough sounding, "Morn-ning." She had removed her face bandage, the hurt eye still swollen shut with heavy, purple bruising surrounding it, then trailing down her cheek to her jaw line. Her bottom lip was also puffy, which may have accounted for her speaking problems. Her light-brown, shoulder length hair was messy and obscuring much of her face. "How big an ass did I make of myself last night?" she asked.

I took a long sip of my coffee, then made my way to her. She coiled up in the corner of the sofa, wearing a raggedy, blue, mid-thigh robe which she tugged modestly over her legs as I sat down on the opposite end from her. "Don't know what you're talking about," I lied with a blank look.

"That's bullshit ... and we both know it," she retorted, reaching for her cup on the coffee table. She took a gulp, then continued, "I recall some kind of rant about cocks, and me being a slut, while I grabbed and played with yours. I'm sorry for that, but the booze and the whole night made me do it. I'm sorry, Kev ... really – really sorry!" The side of her face that wasn't bruised, had a bright-red blush on it.

"No worries, Suz. You were a little drunk, if I recall." I took another chug of my wake-up juice.

She took another as well, then went on, "I don't remember exactly how much I had, but it was a lot. I was out of control!"

"You don't need to explain. I'm just glad you're okay, sis."

"I want to explain! – but, maybe later when my brain's not so fuzzy." She grimaced as if in pain. "Soo-o-o, you finally have your own place now. How do you like it?"

"It's okay. Not much to look at, and pretty small. But, at least it's mine."

"How much are you paying for it?" It felt like she was fishing for something.

"Too much – $400. Why?"

"Are you locked into a lease?" She was fishing, for sure.

"Month-to-month."

Her smile looked wacky with her face all messed up. "How'd ya like to save a bunch?" She didn't wait for me to answer. "My roommate split to her boyfriend's, and I could let ya move in with me for ... say ... $250?"

My mind shifted into high gear. This place was twice as nice as mine, and it was already furnished. I just had some crappy shit that I had scrounged up. While I thought of all the good things about this place, she must have taken my silence as a reason to sell me some more. "It would really help me out, because it's tough on me right now. Plus, we could get to know each other again – I've been a bitch about that, but I had my reasons."

"I bet I know why – the same ones as why I had to leave ... a prick named Darren and mom's drinkin'," I replied.

"That was part of it. What do you say? It would sure help me out!"

I smiled at her. "Sure. I'd love that." She clapped her hands enthusiastically.

"You can move in right away. My rent ain't due for a couple a weeks, so we can square up later."

"Great, 'cuz I need to give my landlord notice." It dawned on me the hour was getting on. "Crap! What time is it?" She pointed at a clock on the wall that read 7:30. "I have to get to work, sis."

"Oh, right! Can you move in today – just grab some personal things and come back after work?" She had a needy expression, so I agreed and chugged down the last of my coffee before rushing out to work. Her mood was extremely improved as she watched me leave.

********

The last thing I expected, when she opened the door, was the heavenly smell of food. Goes to show you how much I knew about her. Mom had always done the cooking, so the idea of Suz being a cook had not occurred to me.

She was all bubbly and bouncy as she proclaimed, "Dinner will be ready shortly." With a laugh, she pointed at my tattered suitcase and the garbage bag full of stuff that I was hauling. "Fancy luggage! Get unpacked and I'll call you when it's on the table." She hustled back to the kitchen while I went to the bedroom to settle in.

Twenty minutes later she hollered to, "Come get it!" It wasn't anything fancy, just a delicious pasta dish with a nice salad. I was famished, so she chuckled when I devoured it rapidly, while she just toyed with her meal. She was probably still in some pain, although her face looked much better. The swollen eye was starting to open, a small portion on her eyeball visible while her lower lip was much improved. If it wasn't for the discoloration, it looked almost normal.

Sipping on a glass of wine, she watched me eat with an amused look. She started clearing the table and told me to stick my dishes in the sink when I was done. "There's some beers in the frig if you want one. Join me on the sofa when you're done, okay?" Grabbing her bottle of wine, she went to sit down while I finished up.

When I joined her, I could see she was heavy in thought. I guess we were gonna have that talk she had postponed. She was curled back in the same corner as last time. Now, she had on rather sedate clothing, a simple pair of levi's and a short-sleeved, high-necked, light-blue, t-shirt. The only non-modest thing about it was its tightness and sheerness. Her medium-sized breasts were firmly encased with her large nipples distinctly outlined under the thin fabric, where the dark-brown areolae were also visible.

She had taken some time to style her hair back to normal, the light-brown curls falling in a gentle cascade of waves over her shoulders. For the first time I could see the light-purple bruising on her arms from the elbow up to where it disappeared beneath her top. Whatever had happened to her, had been very physical. I wondered if she would ever tell me about it, but I wasn't going to press her to do so.

She must have noticed my gaze. "I'm bruised all over. Looks like hell, doesn't it!" She ran her fingers casually down the discoloration as she spoke.

I got the impression she wanted to say more, so I asked, "Want to tell me what happened?"

She had a confused look for a moment. "Maybe in a bit ... if you still want to know. But first, I want to tell you a few other things." She stared at me, her good, light-green eye studying mine for permission. I nodded slowly, deciding to let her open up at her own pace.

She took a sip of wine, then began, "I spent all day doing some deep, soul-searching. I need to make some changes in my life before I fall off the edge and can't get back. I've kept so much shit bottled up, that if I don't let it out, I think I'll explode." She paused and checked to see if I seemed willing to listen to her, or if I was about to bolt.

For the first time since we were kids, I felt like we might actually have a chance to really get to know each other. There was no way I was going to lose this chance. "Listen, Suz. I know we've never been very close, but I've always wanted to be there for you. I guess I never let you know that. I'm sure as hell not going to say no to you now."

She made a wry smile. "You may regret this." It was time for another sip of wine. I took her cue and had a chug of beer. Staring at her drink, she asked, "Do you know what a nympho is? I don't mean just a girl with a high sexual drive, but a real one."

She surprised me with the directness of the question. She had just described the only definition I was familiar with. "I guess not," I confessed. She saw my confused expression.

"A woman with an uncontrollable or excessive sexual drive." She had a sad look as she told me her problem. "That's what your sister is – a nympho ... a sexual pervert ... an out-of-control sex junkie." Her confession called for another chug of courage as she emptied her glass. After pouring some more, she went on, " All the shit you've heard about me was true. I've lost count of the number of guys who've fucked me ... the number of times I've woken up in a strange place with strange men around me, not knowing what I did – or who I did. Suz, the nympho – that's me!"

She finally turned to look at me, a quizzical expression painted on her face. I don't know what she was expecting. Sure, I was surprised. But, not by her disclosure ... more by the frankness with which she had poured out her pain to me. A nympho wasn't the Suzie I knew. That wasn't the sister I had played with and grew up with. If she had expected me to run out screaming from her admission, then she was dead wrong.

"Say something, please," she begged.

"Look ... " I wasn't quite sure how to explain my feelings to her. "If you think because some people say bad things about you because of what you've done ... if you think – " I was messing it all up. "Let me start again." I took a drink and reformed my thoughts. "What I care about is what just happened to you." I scooted closer to her on the couch and touched the bruises on her arm. "Maybe you'll tell me how you got these, so I can track down who did it and kick their asses – or rip their dicks off. If not, then I just want to make sure it doesn't happen again. That's what I care about!" It was the most I had ever told her about how much I cared for her. For fear of not being able to express how I felt, I had been looking at her arm the whole time.

Her fingers slipped under my chin to lift my face up. There were tiny tears leaking from her good eye and trailing down her cheek. Before I knew what was happening, she had my neck wrapped with her arms, her cheek against mine. I could feel the wetness of her tears, then the convulsions of her body as she cried, her small whimpers mixed with her heated breath in my ear. I put my arms around her back and held her tight while she let her emotions flood out. We stayed like that for several minutes until she seemed to have finally let it all out.

I loosened my grip as she pulled back, stopping when her hands were clamped on the back of my neck and her arms straight so she could look at me. "I don't think I've ever told you, but ... I love you, Kev."

I had to think for a moment, and couldn't recall if we ever had said that to each other. It was time to tell her now. "I love you too, Suz ... always have and always will!"

With a big smile she came in for another prolonged hug. After she was satisfied, she decided we had done enough mushy stuff for the evening. We spent the rest of it watching some TV and talking about our jobs and how our regular lives were going. We called it an evening around 10, and went our separate ways.

********

I had to be having a flashback. Either that, or a very realistic dream. As the sexual sensations poured through my body, I realized it wasn't a dream. Suz was in my bed, making good on her desire to have a go on my 'cock-sickle'.

Her mouth was a vacuum, my whole cock down her throat and her tongue teasing my balls. "Wut? What the hell!?" Her throat muscles were clamping on me and causing me to lose track of my words. I put my hands on her head and tried to push her back, but she was like a wild thing, driving me to a place I had never been. I moaned loudly, my pelvis involuntarily raising to meet her demanding mouth."Suz!" I cried out and she finally released me.

Her voice was husky and so needy it didn't even sound like her. "Let me! If I can't get it from you, then I'll get it from someone else." My body was screaming, 'Yes! ... let her!' My brain said, 'It's not right ...stop her!' She begged me, "Let me have you, baby. I need it – right now!" As if to convince me further, she went down on me again, sucking me all the way to my balls in one move. It was astonishing!

Almost delirious, I was vibrating from head to toe, with my spine on fire. My will was no longer my own. She knew I had given in. When she came off me, she crawled up my body like a snake. She was naked beneath her nightie, her rigid nipples scraping against my skin. Plus, her flesh was hot and slick from her exertion – or was it baby oil? There was a light on some place, a soft glow surrounding her and making her appear like an apparition as she came nose to nose with me.

"I love you, Kev ... I'm sorry it took us so long to connect. We should have done this long ago. I want you to fuck me now." Her tongue entered my mouth, not violent and urgent like she had gone after my hard-on just a moment ago, but loving and needy, nonetheless. It was the most beautiful kiss I had ever shared with anyone.

My mind was muddled. She was only making it worse as her hand gripped my erection again, her fingers clamped firmly around my shaft, pumping away. I couldn't remember ever being this hard and in a savage need to let her go on. But ... I couldn't. Not like this, anyway. She was tipsy again and I wasn't positive she was in her right mind at the moment. We needed to talk this through.

"Suzzz ..." I said, breaking our kiss and gripping her shoulders to force her back a bit.

Her look was confused and a little disappointed. "Fuck me, Kev." She squeezed my cock urgently."Pleasee ... fuck meee! I need it!" she pleaded. I could tell she was desperate, but I was mystified as to the reason behind that need.

I wanted more clarification. "What do you need so badly?" I also wanted this to slow down.

She sounded frustrated, "Your cumm! I want your cummmm!" Her hand was back to being urgent on my flesh, as if imploring my cock to spill its load. She looked like she was about to cry.

"Why?" My question was so simple that it appeared to stun her for a moment. Now, she was just confused.

"I ... I ... " she stammered, trying to answer. I could almost see the thoughts spinning in her head. "If I make you cum ... if you give it to me – " she was struggling to explain. I waited patiently for her to continue, her hand still working on my cock. I was having serious trouble holding back my explosion. "– I've made you ... happy! That's what I need to do – make you happy!"

She flashed a little smile like she had explained it perfectly. However, I was still baffled. "So ... making me happy, will make you happy?"

She was getting frustrated. "Fucckkkk!" With a panicked expression, she begged me, "Let me have your cum-mm. Then ... I'll answer all your questions! Please?!" Her fingers closed like a vise on my shaft.

I was in a state of disarray right now. Her sucking and manual manipulation of my cock had me on the edge of an orgasm. She seemed crazed with her need to force it from me. My body's desire to expel my load was overpowering. In her current state, I was getting nowhere in trying to pry answers from her.

Her wild eyes were boring into my brain for my answer. I decided on a compromise. "Okay ... but I'm not gonna fuck you. Suck me off, if you must." It seemed to satisfy her. She slid back down my body and I was in her mouth instantly. She took me to my balls in one, swift plunge, causing me to slam my eyes shut and moan from the pleasure. Her technique was something I had never encountered before. To be fully encased and feel what seemed like hundreds of massaging fingers working on me was unbelievable.

I don't know why I didn't explode right away. Maybe it was because I had to experience what she was showing me. She had me floating on a plateau of erotic euphoria, my whole being vibrating and tingling. My fingers clamped my bed sheets in a death grip, just as a long, cry of joy poured from inside of me.

A second later, when I did cum, it was hard to tell. Between her insistent sucking and what felt like fingers closing around my balls to force my semen from its sack, I was a mess. I thought I heard her sputter and gasp for air as I filled her throat with my seed. I couldn't believe how long she had gone down on me without a pause. Yet, here she was swallowing it all as I howled at the ceiling, my body locked rigid in my climax.

Blinding light and a thunder of noise overwhelmed my senses. I lost all knowledge of where I was and even who I was, until what seemed like an eternity later that I began to come around. She was still suckling on me when I felt her shudder and moan as well. Had she just cum? She let out a happy giggle and crawled back up on my chest, resting her head there while her fingers tenderly fondled my flesh. She let out a heavy sigh, her skin hot against mine. Instinctively, I folded my arms across her back as she sought closer contact with me.

I was nearly nodding off when she spoke, "Come to my bed and sleep with me. It's much bigger." I don't recall if I responded, but a moment later I was being led, with my hand in hers, to her room. My vision was too out of focus to even be aware of my surroundings. She pulled me on her bed and arranged the covers over us. When she burrowed into my body once more, I was almost asleep. "We'll talk in the morning," she whispered as I left reality for the night.

********

The smell of coffee was arousing me. I suddenly panicked, until I remembered it was Saturday. Struggling to pry open my eyes, the bed sagged next to me. "Mornin' love." Suz's words reverberated in my hollow head as a coffee cup came into focus just inches from my nose. Scooting up and shifting on my back, I propped myself upright to accept her offering.

The cup floated to my lips where she tipped it slowly forward so I could sip it's contents. It was exactly what I needed. I took it from her hands to take a hearty gulp as she came into view behind it. It must have been fairly late, the room awash in a bright light that almost hurt my brain.

She smiled while she watched me inhale the hot liquid. Both her jade-colored eyes were now visible, sparkling from behind her disheveled bangs. The swollen flesh around her eye had shrunk drastically since yesterday. Even the dark bruising was noticeably lighter. "Your face looks much better," I told her.

"A little makeup helps," she replied with a sly grin. For the first time in what seemed like ages, I saw my happy sister again. I smiled back and took another gulp of coffee, emptying the cup.

She took it from me, saying, "Let me get you some more." She was being very attentive, making me wonder what was up. I started to get up until she convinced me. "Relax ... I'll be right back, then we can talk." She stood and headed for the kitchen. I checked out her body for the first time this morning. She had on a skimpy, sleeveless, almost fully-transparent, night shirt that left little to the imagination. I enjoyed the sexy wiggle of her shapely ass as she left.

I had always admired her figure as we grew up ... not in a really sexual nature, but just as she compared to other females. She was around 5'6 with a fairly lithe figure, narrow waist, but voluptuous hips and breasts which were maybe C or D cup, with a sexy jiggle as she moved. They were the type a man would love to put his face between and get buried in.

She quickly returned with two cups while reminding me just how thin the nightie really was, leaving nothing to obscure her tits. Their medium-brown nipples stood out hard and high on the slightly-darker, large areolae. They oscillated gently from side to side as she came back to the bedside. Her almost-bare pussy was evident when she stood with her legs slightly parted, a small patch of pubic hair above the full and slightly opened lips. Her mons was plump and juicy looking.

She giggled loudly. "You like?" I had been staring and she was tickled. As I looked up at her, she handed me my cup, then took hold of the hem of her gown, raising it up to give me the full effect."Have a good look!" Her giggle was much louder this time.

I must have blushed, my cheeks suddenly full of heat. We had never been this open to each other growing up, so she had caught me very much off guard. "You're beautiful!" I stammered, licking my lips. One thing did catch my attention, besides her beautiful cunt. She had a bunch of bruising on the insides of her thighs.

Sitting her cup down on the nightstand, she directed, "Scoot over, bed hog!" As I made room for her to sit, she snickered, "Guess I didn't need to ask what you thought." She pointed at the bedding where my hard-on had tented the fabric. Suddenly lifting my covering up, she stared at my cock and licked her lips with a flourish. "You have a beautiful cock, bro. I could have sucked on it all night!" The twinkle in her eyes told me she wasn't exaggerating a bit.

Embarrassed for some reason, I patted the blanket down with a smile. "That might have killed me!" I complained, taking a sip of my coffee.

She picked up her cup to take a drink. "How would I have done that?"

Crap! Now I had boxed myself in a corner. How was I going to politely tell my sister that she was a great 'cocksucker'? Hummmm. I struggled for words for a moment. "Let's just say ... ummmm ... you drained me dry ... and ... uuhhhh ... made me see stars."

She laughed loudly. "I sucked your brains out, in other words?" That was as good an explanation as any. Nodding, I laughed with her.

She took another drink, then sat her cup back down. Pulling up her nightie to her belly, she traced the discolored skin with her fingertips. She opened her legs wider and crossed her ankles as she inspected the bruising. "I don't even remember how I got these." She sounded a little sad. "One of them must have been holding my legs apart pretty hard." She was finally going to talk about it.

I probed deeper, "The guys who raped you?"

Her reply was instant, "Ohhh ... they didn't rape me. I wanted it!" She kept looking at her fingers touching the darkened flesh. It probably made it easier to tell me this way.

"You – wanted it?"

"I always want it. Like I told you last night ... I have to have it." Her fingers moved to her belly and entered her pussy. She was already wet, a sticky fluid quickly coating her digits as she played with herself. I began to stop her, then her head rolled back with her eyes closed. She muttered in a hushed voice, "Sometimes I have to get drunk enough to do what I did this last time. There were several of them – I really couldn't even tell you what they looked like or anything like that. I was really drunk! They had a car and we went for a ride to – I'm not even sure where we went."

She pulled out her fingers and brought them to her mouth where she took a taste before putting them back in her cunt. Her eyes were still pinched shut as she remembered, "They fucked me ... I don't know how many times. Then I was in the hospital. You know the rest." Her fingers became still and she shuddered visibly, a soft moan slipping out. She stayed like that for a while, breathing rapidly.

When her eyes fluttered open, she looked at me with a far-away expression. "I just came ... just thinkin' 'bout it. What do you think of your nympho sister now?" She said blankly, as if expecting me to shun her.

There was no way I was going to turn away from her. She was baring her soul to me. I looked her deeply in the eyes. "No differently than when you told me the first time. So, stop trying to push me away!" I replied sternly.

She seemed surprised. "Sorry – force of habit." Her demeanor suddenly changed, and so did the topic. "I'm clean."

"Huuhhhh?" Where the hell did that come from?

"I had them do tests at the hospital. You know – to check for diseases. They said to give them a day and call back." She reached for her coffee to finish the last of it. "I called them this morning, and I'm clean ... which is a surprise. They probably didn't use protection or anything when they fucked me." She sounded embarrassed, "I try to make them wear protection, since they're usually strangers. I'm on the pill, so there's no problem in that regard."

She jumped out of bed, her tits bouncing deliciously as she turned to tell me, "I'll get us some more coffee." She reached to take my cup.

Handing it to her, I proclaimed, "I gotta pee. I'll meet you in the kitchen."

"K." She turned sharply and showed me the sexy jiggle of her ass again as she left. My cock twitched, despite my attempt to not think sexy thoughts about what I would like to do to her.

After a quick trip to the bathroom, I located my briefs which had hit the floor by my bed last night. I tugged them on, then joined her in the kitchen. She complained about the fact there was nothing to make for breakfast. Saturday was her shopping day. She seemed relieved when I told her the coffee was fine as she led me to the sofa to finish talking.

Any pretext of sexual modesty had left the building. As if begging me to stare at her, she flopped down on the sofa with her legs askew and her gown bunched up around her belly. I did exactly that, for the first time unashamed and truly enjoying the view she was providing me. She was indeed a very sexy and beautiful woman that I was sure no man could resist.

"I like you looking at me." A smirk and a chuckle accompanied her comment. I had been caught again, but I was no longer embarrassed by it. "You used to do it all the time when we were younger, and it always made me feel pretty."

Now I was at a disadvantage again. I tried to recall if I had stared at her, but nothing came to mind immediately. "When did I –?" My voice trailed off.

She bailed me out, "All the time! When I was sunbathing and you didn't think I knew you were around ... when I had tight clothes on – remember those skin-tight, short-shorts I used to wear? I thought your eyes would explode the first time you saw them."

'Ohhhhh ... those times!' I thought to myself. Now I was the one who chuckled. "Ya got me!"

She was having a lot of fun teasing me. "You're not being fair." Now what was she talking about? I gave her a questioning look. She answered by staring directly at my crotch. Crap! My briefs were tented, similar to how the bedding had been earlier. All the memories of her 'short-shorts' had given me a hard-on. "I like looking at you, too." Her eyes fixed on mine with a sexy smile on her face.

I didn't know what to do at this moment, hesitating as I decided. She made the call for me, "Pull your cock out and stroke it while we talk." I wondered ironically how quickly our mutual, sexual displays would turn into something much more. Nevertheless, I fished my erection out while pushing my briefs down my thighs, then bent it out to make sure she could see. She licked her lips with a grin and nodded slowly, a twinkle in her eyes.

She set her cup down, efficiently tugged her nightie over her head, tossed it to the floor, and turned sideways on the sofa, leaning back against the armrest. "Get rid of your shorts, turn to me and jack off while I watch." The 'something much more' I had just contemplated was rapidly approaching. As I got into position, she went on, "When I caught you watching me, I always wanted to see you like this – cock in hand, getting all excited, and cum shooting all over the place. It was a big fantasy of mine, so now I want to see you do it."

There was something strange going on here. As I was playing with myself, she was just sitting there very still. Sure, she had gotten nude, and earlier she had fingered her pussy and tasted her juices. But, it was like everything revolved around what I was doing. I had expected her to join in.

"You too!" I complained, staring at her moist pussy, begging to be fondled.

"It's not about me." She was dead serious.

Baffled, I pushed for information. "I want to watch you play and cum."

She still had a blank look. "I don't need to play. When you cum ... I'll cum, too."

I stopped masturbating. "You're joking, right?" She shook her head slowly.

"So, you're saying that if there is no guy around to shot his load, then you can't get off?"

She was still matter-of-fact, "Sometimes ... if I recall a previous affair ... I can cum. But, that's not very often." She looked a bit upset by our discussion. "Keep jerking off, please."

"What happens when a guy goes down on you? ... can you get off that way?" I asked, while she still stared anxiously at my cock.

"Owwhhhh ... nasty! Why would they do that?" Making an ugly face, she glanced up. "I'm filthy down there."

I couldn't believe my ears. "Where did you hear that bullshit!?" She had to see my disbelief. "You tasted yourself just a bit ago. Did you taste 'bad'?"

I surprised her with my observation. "No ... but, guys think it's filthy – nasty."

"Again ... I'm calling bullshittt! Where have you been getting this crap from?"

She got defensive all of a sudden. "I'd rather not say."

"Okay. But someone has been feeding you a load of shit!" She flushed with embarrassment. I could actually see the color on her bruised cheek. "Some neanderthals may feel that way, but there are loads of guys that love a woman's taste. I happen to be one of them!"

I must have gotten my point across. She was the one with the shocked look. "Really?"

I sat up and scooted toward her. "You've tasted my cum. Time to give me a taste of you." She seemed to be in a quandary. "Wet your fingers and give me some!" Hesitantly, she complied, dipping two fingers into her very wet hole and presenting them to me. I took hold of her hand and placed her fingers just under my nose, inhaling deeply for her to see.

"Won-der-ful! I love your aroma." Her eyes grew wide with surprise. Incredulously, she watched as I placed her fingers between my lips to savor them. I locked eyes with her as I sampled her most intimate juice. "Ummmm. Fan-tas-tic!" A soft smile came over her. It must have never dawned on her that this would be my response.

She did taste great and I wanted more, as well as wanting to reinforce the truth to her. "May I have more?" She began to put her fingers inside again, but I changed the rules on her. "Not like that. I want to eat you out." When she appeared wary, I pressed her, "You sucked on me ... it's my turn now."

I wasn't sure if she was going to comply, but she surprised me when she nodded, then asked, "How do you want me?"

I stood up and directed her, "Turn and sit on the edge." I handed her a throw pillow. "Put this behind you ... then lay back." I moved the coffee table out so I could kneel in front of her. As she nervously watched me, I stepped between her legs and stood there, turning my attention to her beautiful cunt. I took my swollen cock in hand and stroked it slowly for her pleasure. "Look how hard I am, just from the thought of tasting your pussy." I tried to give her the sexiest look I could and she responded with a soft smile of anticipation.

Dropping to my knees, my full attention went to my goal. I wasn't sure if she was aware of it, but she was leaking a ribbon of desire from inside. My first drink was ready. I gripped the back of her thighs just below her knees and moved in to quench my thirst. As my tongue captured the fluid, I looked up at her to make sure she was watching and would see the pleasure I was having as my mouth approached her cunt for the first time.

Her eyes grew wide with her belly contracting rapidly, until she jerked as my tongue made full contact. She groaned softly, but made no move to stop me. I wanted to make a point of her seeing me enjoy what I was doing, lifting my face up so she could watch me devour her 'nastiness'. As I smacked my lips happily, I forced her legs toward her chest. "Hold these for me. My hands will be busy." She still had a wild-eyed look as I ran my hands down the back of her thighs, softly teasing her flesh as they neared her core.

With my fingertips lightly caressing the skin all around her cunt, I commented, "Not only is it very tasty, but your pussy is beautiful to me." With those words my fingers touched her for the first time, tracing the shape of her outer labia, then moving to her inner lips. With feathery touches, I made sure to pay special attention to every part of her. I watched with happiness as her inner lips flowered from my touch, her clit peeking out to see what all the fuss was about.

Her eyes were no longer wide, their lids fluttering visibly from the feelings I was generating inside her. Her whole body seemed to give in to the sensations. From the subtle arch of her back, to the press of her pelvis toward my fingers, she was coming alive. When her head rolled back and her eyes closed completely, I knew I had shown her what she had been missing.

"Fuuu–kkkk!" Her exclamation was low and from a place deep inside her throat. She was ready to go further. I flicked the tip of her clit with my tongue tip. As she cried a savage, "Aawwwww–uuhhhh!"and her belly retreated from my touch, I attacked, my full mouth clamping over her mound, sucking hard on her to vacuum inside as much of her flesh as I could, tugging on it with all my might.

This time her belly jammed into my face, accompanied by wave after wave of moans and incoherent gasps. Her hands clamped on the back of my head to increase our contact. I could hear her loud pants and feel her belly quivering against my nose. I finally reached the point where it was too much for her. Her hands now tried to pry me from my lip-lock on her. "Stoppppp ... STOPPP!!" she screamed, her body trying to buck me off. I let her go for the moment.

Lifting my face up to watch her writhe, she continued to try and keep me at bay with her hands. Her eyes were pinched shut and her chest heaving roughly. I stared at her tits ... the nipples were swollen and unusually large on top of their areolae, which had tiny goosebumps all over. In fact, her whole body was covered in them, along with a slight sheen of perspiration.

When I was 16, a woman in her early thirties from down the street had hired me to help out around her place. Her husband worked up north in the oil fields and was gone for extended periods of time. So, they paid me to help out around the place, mowing the lawn and odd jobs I was capable of performing. I could tell she had her eye on me as I caught her staring at my sweaty, shirtless torso more than once.

The day that she asked me to help move some furniture, I wasn't really surprised when it led straight into a passionate, fucking session. She didn't seem to mind my lack of experience. In fact, she appeared to enjoy showing me how to please her. She taught me how to touch and tease her ... to literally drive her crazy. When the time came for her to move up north permanently, she told me I was the most attentive, caring and one of the best lovers she had ever had.

It was time to take Suz over the top. As she began to settle a bit, I went after her spot. Curling up my middle two fingers, I entered her hole with my palm up and sought her sensitive flesh. Bug-eyed, she watched me while I probed inside. It only took me a minute to give her a reason to go crazy. Her eyes slammed shut again and the cry that she let loose sounded as if I had wounded her. It was, however, quite the opposite. I was showing her a place inside her body she never knew existed.

She shuddered violently, her lips forming a big 'O'. Sharp cries rang out as she jerked from my touch. A second later, she came ... so hard that it was amazing. And she squirted – not a small flood, but a geyser-like spray that arced toward me and coated my lower arm with her cum. Her scream was ear piercing, while her body went rigid, her orgasm rocking her world.

I believe she swooned, her whole body suddenly going limp. If it wasn't for the sporadic shudders rippling through her, she almost appeared dead. Deciding to let her recover, I went to the kitchen to get us more coffee. "You son-of-a-bitch! Where did you learn to do that!?" her weak and raspy voice asked from the couch.

I walked back to her and set her cup on the table before taking a sip of mine. She was lying with her forearm over her eyes as if shading them from the sun. "Remember Maria Cline from down the block – that I did chores for?" Suz moved her arm to look at me, nodding slowly. "Well, I did a lot more than that for her ... and she showed me a thing or two."

She pointed at her cup and curled her finger at me. As I handed it to her, she said with a chuckle in her voice, "I'll have to thank her if I run into her again." Sitting forward, she took a large gulp, her gaze fixed on my swaying erection. "Looks like you're still in need of attention." She reached out with her free hand and took my shaft, pulling me nearer.

It was truly amazing how intimate our relationship had become and how at ease I was now, even with my cock tingling from her manipulating me like this. As much as I wanted to shut the fuck up and just give in to her, I had to find out more. I shivered hard, then asked, "Sooooo ... no one ever did that to you before?"

She scooted to the edge and set her cup on the coffee table. "Nope. I probably wouldn't have let them." She fixed her attention back on my hard-on which was rising back to the sky again. She licked her lips and went to her knees in front of me.

"What about now? Would you like to have it done some more?", I teased. She smiled subtly, her other hand moving to play with my balls, but she didn't speak. "I take it that's a yes?" She answered this time with a wicked grin and a long tongue swipe along the length of my cock, her eyes looking up at me as she did.

"Do you always cum like that – squirt, I mean?" Her mouth dipped over my knob and her fingers rolled my balls. I shivered for her again.

She came off me with a lick of her lips. "Mummmm ... pre-cum." Her eyes locked on mine. "I've never cum like that, and never ... ever ... squirted! Didn't even know I could." Her tongue was circling the ridge below my red, inflamed glans. "I also don't usually cum that hard, either." She mouthed my knob and went half-way down on my shaft, using her throat muscles on me. My shudder this time was violent.

I brushed her bangs off her face so I could see her better. Her eyes had a lovely sparkle in them. With my hands on her cheeks, I said, "Soooo, I guess you'll let me do it again?"

She came off me again and looked at me with a strange expression. "Not if you don't shut up!" She shot me a sarcastic grin. I nodded and said no more, clamping my mouth tight in an exaggerated manner. She bent my cock down at a 90 degree angle, directing me, "Hold my head and fuck my mouth!" Her expression this time was dead serious. "And don't be gentle ... I love it rough!!" The word rough was said with a growl, for extra emphasis.

"Okayyyy ... " She could hear the hesitancy in my tone.

"Don't worry. I'll let you know if it gets to be too much." She put my knob between her lips and her palms against my thighs. When I slid my hands to grip the back of her head, she nodded. I pushed my pelvis forward until my knob hit the back of her mouth, but felt no resistance there, unlike most of the women I had gotten blow jobs from. I decided to keep going, easily entering her throat. I was still too hesitant to go all the way and stopped when I was about three-quarters encased. When I pulled out, she sputtered for a second before she admonished me, "Give me all of you and do it harder!"

I couldn't believe she would want me like that, but she was demanding. With a shake of my head, she put me back in and I did as she asked, shoving in hard all the way until my balls bumped her chin. As I pulled back out, she was nodding her head. I could feel the muscles in her throat tugging on my flesh. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced. I did what she wanted and slammed back down so hard that I felt my balls smack her chin this time.

As I began to fuck her mouth like I would have fucked her cunt, her muscles clenched on me with each stroke. I noticed her eyes were tearing up, yet she continued to suck and massage my cock, dragging a mixer of saliva and what had to be my pre-cum out, to dribble down her chin. She finally made me stop by pushing on my thighs firmly. When my cock popped out of her mouth, she was out of breath and anxious to gather our fluids, pushing them back in her mouth to swallow.

Even though tears stained her cheeks, she had this wonderful smile as she cleaned up. My cock felt on fire and tingled happily from what she had done. Grabbing my cock again, she stood up. "You're gonna fuck me now -- no excuses! I need this beautiful cock inside me." She released me to push me down on the couch. "Sit down ... gonna ride you until you give me what I need, babe" Her look was so serious that I let her have her way.

She followed me, her knees straddling my hips, her hand raising my cock and her eyes locked on mine. Swiping my knob between her labia, it was instantly coated from her excitement. I spread my knees and slid my butt toward the edge to make it easier for her. If you had told me two days ago that I would be totally drooling to have my sister riding my cock, I would have called you crazy. Now, I was the one crazy with anticipation to have her impaled on me.

When she jammed down, an electric shock slammed through my body. Her heat and clenching muscles were almost exactly like her throat muscles had been. She stayed fully buried with a soft cry and let her pussy do the talking. I was massaged, clenched, tugged and soaked by her.

Her hips began to rock and roll, forward then back, side to side, then circling over and over. Now she was nose to nose with me. "I don't kiss the guys who fuck me. But, you and I are gonna kiss." She must have forgotten we had shared kisses last night. I said nothing as she smiled wickedly, tipped her head to the side and gently moved in. I wanted it as much as she seemed to, opening my lips to accept her tongue. We were soft and tender for a minute until her hips began to move again and our lust began to build.

Her tongue was a snake, twisting and chasing mine. My hands went for her ass, my fingers digging into her flesh to knead and urge her on. Her pussy felt like it should have been wrapped around me forever. She felt like she was exactly where she was supposed to be. I was fucking my sister! However, she was so much more than that to me now.

I broke our kiss to tell her, "Ride me, Suz!"

With a twinkle in her eyes, she made a large circle with her pelvis to grind on my cock. "Nope!" she chuckled. "Your turn to ride meeee!"

She had just challenged me. I guessed she wanted to see if I fucked as good as I had eaten her. Challenge accepted! Gripping her ass tightly, I warned her, "Hold on." I stood up with her arms wrapped around my neck. My target was the armrest of the sofa. Stepping to it then turning, I put her butt down. I kept her solidly speared on my dick while I slid my hands up the back of her thighs to direct her calves upon my shoulders.

"Oohhh ... " she exclaimed as she settled in, releasing my neck and laying back. I rotated my hips like she had done to me to stir her heat inside her. She returned my sexy smirk as she prepared for me to get serious.

Pulling out of her to just my knob, I continued to rotate my hips before I leaned in and forced her legs to her chest. My mouth went after her neck and ear to nip and nuzzle, with her breath softly panting into my ear. Her tongue swiped my earlobe as I began to fuck her excruciatingly slow, making full plunges, stopping at the bottom of each stroke to grind and rub my balls in her crack.

Now, I moved in for a sexy kiss, mimicking her snake-tongue from a moment earlier. I could feel our lust rising and sensed she wanted me to get going. However, I wanted to make her crave it ... wanted to drive her a bit crazy from the need. The way she was breathing into my mouth, and her tongue was getting feverish, told me that I was succeeding.

She stopped our kiss and pulled back to stare at me, her eyes begging me to get on with it. I shot her a mischievous smile as her chest heaved with her passion. We stared at each other for a minute before she pleaded, "Fuckkkk meee, baby! Give it to meeee!"

It was time. Rising up, I grabbed her hips and pulled her down until her ass hung off the edge. Grabbing her calves next, I forced her legs tight to her chest. If it was a pounding she wanted, here it came. I jammed my hips into her as hard as I could, my balls slapping her ass with a 'thwack'. Her body turned into a jerking, squirming mess of moans and cries as I battered her. My cock felt like molten steel in her burning wetness as I ripped into her repeatedly.

Her head rocked from side to side. Her cries turned into one, long whimper, her eyes pinched shut and her fingers clawing at my chest erratically. I let her have it a bit more, then changed the game.

Abandoning her hole, I twisted her body sideways and rolled her on her belly, her legs dangling over the side of the armrest and her wet pussy peeking at me from between her thighs. Her cry of complaint was quickly silenced by my cock plowing back inside her from behind. Using my knees to spread her legs wider, the pounding resumed, accompanied by my hand grabbing a tuft of her hair and forcing her head up and back toward me.

All she could do was grunt, the noise filling the room along with the slap of our flesh together. Just as I began to feel the tightening of my balls and the boiling semen inside, she came. Her cry was savage and loud. As she shuddered on my cock, I could feel my own orgasm igniting. The splash of her juices covered my balls as I unleashed my seed up the shaft and into her belly. My cry was as loud and as primal as hers.

My brain exploded. I could still feel her pussy milking my cum as I gave her what she wanted. Still, it was all too glorious to believe. I collapsed on top of her, both our bodies slick with sweat, and hot from the journey to our mutual completion.

Somewhere along the line, I ended up sitting on my butt on the floor. Then, she was in my lap, her body coiled up and her mouth covering my neck and face with tiny pecks. As I folded her tight in my arms, both of us shivering and slowly calming, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of what had just taken place.

I had always envisioned having a epic fuck with someone. But, I had never, in my wildest dreams, thought it would happen like this. The greatest sex in my life had just been with my own sister. My only concern about the whole situation was what would lie ahead for the two of us. For now, I just wanted to savor what we had shared. I would deal with the rest later ...She stirred in my arms. I had closed my eyes for what felt like only a moment, when I felt her slip from my grasp. Slowly, I managed to rouse myself enough that I stood up and sat back on the sofa.

She surprised me when she re-appeared, fully dressed and perky. There was a glow about her. Apparently, she had an energized goal of getting out for a bit to go shopping and stock up on essentials. It took almost no insistence on my part for her to accept a money donation to help cover the cost. She asked what I liked to eat, laughing when I told her that I hadn't changed since moving out – in other words, the same stuff I had grown up on. I told her not to expect me to do much cooking, unless she was also willing to teach me the culinary arts.

Chuckling, she said she didn't mind doing the cooking while also teaching me the basics. When I offered to go with her, she insisted it would be quicker if she did it alone. I could help haul the goodies in when she got back. With a big smile and a sweet kiss, she left.

After getting dressed, I had some more coffee. All the while, my brain was chaotically trying to decipher all the sexual kinks she appeared to be filled with. There had to be a deep-seated reason behind her cum obsession. It was already obvious that she had some crazy notions in regards to what men actually cared about sexually – her belief that she 'tasted' nasty, for example, and her lack of knowledge about her own body, plus how to satisfy herself sexually. What was absurd was this whole fixation on needing a man to cum, so that she could get off.

When she returned about an hour later, I helped her unload the goodies, then told her I wanted to get some more stuff from my old place. I questioned her about a key for the apartment, which she quickly produced. I didn't tell her about the side trip I had planned. I wanted to stop at a sex shop and pick up a couple of things that I thought might be of value in my quest to educate her.

There wasn't much left at my old apartment, a few more clothes plus several boxes of mementos and things I hadn't even bothered to unpack yet. As I loaded up, I began to lay out how I wanted my plan to go down on my return. After a quick stop at an adult store for the toys, I headed back.

She was in an extremely good mood upon my return. The stereo was on and she was dancing around happily as she cleaned the place. "You can store that stuff in the other bedroom, but you know you'll be sleeping with me, right?!" she giggled. I nodded and went to put my stuff away.

I began my culinary studies by helping her make dinner. It was more of a lesson in handing her ingredients, then mixing, stirring, and other such menial tasks. She got a kick out of having me help, even in the smallest aspect. I believe that the concept of a man helping her was completely novel.

After we had eaten, and I had helped clean up – which also amused her – I decided to set my plan in motion. Barefooted, she was at the kitchen sink, wiping the counter dry. She had on a cute pair of shorts along with a simple, button-up blouse and no bra ... which seemed to be a habit with her. Because of the fullness and firmness of her tits, one wasn't really necessary. The majority of her bruising was fading, plus she had styled her hair and put on a little make-up. With her almost flawless complexion, she hardly needed any.

Walking up behind her, I folded her in my arms, nuzzling her neck and cupping her tits as I told her, "Glad to see you in such a good mood, sis." I pushed my groin against her ass so she could feel my bulge in her crack.

Pressing back against me, she laid her head on my shoulder. "Thanks to you, babe," she replied, grinding her butt on my cock. I flexed it, which generated a chuckle while she exaggerated her rotating motion. I pecked up and down her throat as I kneaded her boobs and palmed her stiffening nipples.

"I'm going to take a shower. Care to join me?" I asked, closing my teeth on her flesh to gently nip on it.

From the surprise in her tone, the thought must have never occurred to her, "Oh my.Yesss! I would!" I was already unbuttoning her blouse. She rotated in my arms to return the favor, her hands working on my pants buttons.

With her blouse finally opened, I went after her bare flesh. The satin of her skin felt hot under my palms, her rigid nipples almost burning my flesh. It seemed that all I had to do was suggest something sexy and she was instantly turned on. I wouldn't necessarily consider this to be a symptom of nymphomania. Rather, she just seemed to be extremely hedonistic and readily willing to get physical at the drop of a hat.

Fishing my erection from my briefs, she began tugging on my shaft like a kid anxiously playing with a new toy. I was hard as a rock in seconds, while she watched my face as she jacked me off. With a mischevious smile, I pulled away. "Meet you in the shower." I wanted to prolong this foreplay in the hopes of showing her the benefits of waiting.

She sounded frustrated as I turned and headed for the bathroom, removing my clothes as I walked."Damn it! ... you tease!"I ignored her, leaving a trail of clothes behind me. When she caught up, I was already in the shower, adjusting the water. I enjoyed the beauty of her body as she sashayed toward me, her delectable tits swaying erotically in sync with the sexy swivel of her hips.

"Gawddd ...you're beautiful!" She looked surprised. "What? Hasn't anyone told you that before?"

She stopped to nod. "But, only when they were trying to get me outta my clothes."

Wriggling my finger to get her into the shower, I asked, "Did it work?"

She giggled at my smirky grin. "Didn't take that much to fuck me. They just had to ask."

She entered the shower, closing the door behind her. Her hands reached for my hardening pole, until I took hold of her shoulders and forced her under the water, spinning her to make sure she was fully wet. Spotting a bar of soap in the wall cubbyhole, I grabbed it and turned her until her back was to me.

"Don't move. Let me take care of you." She looked back at me as I pulled her out of the water stream. Stepping to her so my body made full contact, I made sure to wedge my cock between the cheeks of her ass, before I started my soap-up of her front. Wanting to excite and arouse her as much as possible, I took my time lathering up on every inch of her flesh that I could reach. I saved her tits and pussy for last, circling them closely and making her ache for the contact.

Her ass wouldn't stop wiggling against my shaft as I toyed with her. When I finally touched her breasts, she moaned so deeply that it sounded like a plea. As I fingered her nipples, she shuddered hard against me. I tweaked them with a feathery touch before sliding one hand down to circle her cunt. Now, it was nipple tweaks and labia caresses, combined with an ever-increasing firmness and hunger in my fingers.

Just when I felt she was ready to blow, I stopped, turning her to face me and pulling her body hard against mine. This time, my cock was swimming against her soapy belly with my whole body involved in the foreplay. soapinging her back, I worked my way down to cover her ass and crack as I went in for a prolonged kiss. Her breath was harsh and needy in my mouth.

From her crack to her neck, my hands slithered up, then down. I went after her starfish and cunt from the back side, using strong strokes to intensify the contact with my cock which I continued grinding against her belly, swiveling my hips side-to-side. When I broke our kiss, her head fell to my chest while her hands moved to grip my ass, trying increase the contact between us.

She whimpered,"Holyyyy ... shi-ttt!"She jerked when I probed her sphincter with my fingertip. She sounded even more agonized when I took hold of her shoulders once more and forced her back under the water to rinse off.

When every trace of soap was gone, I told her my wish, "Just stand there and watch."

I wet my body and backed away to the wall, leaning against it to begin my show. I started by lathering my entire body except my groin area. As if I was taking a regular shower, I cleaned myself up, then stepped back under the water to rinse off. She tried to grab me, but I rebuffed her gently which made her pout cutely. "Not fair!" she complained.

Moving back against the wall, I went after my cock and balls this time. I took extra slow and sexy strokes to thoroughly soap up for her visual pleasure. Exaggerated tugs combined with sudsy fondling of my balls and crack, even turning around and flexing my cheeks as I spread my legs and lathered it all for her.

Her voice called out, "Baby, letme-ee!" Turning to face her again, I shook my head.

"Play with your pretty cunt – use your fingers and find that spot inside that I found." She looked uncomfortable for a moment. "Do it! Masturbate for me while I do the same for you." I continued the long, sensual pulls on my cock while I waited for her to comply.

She finally gave in, her hand moving tentatively to her pussy. When she pushed a couple of fingers in, I smiled, knowing I was succeeding. She was very hesitant, as if not sure what to do. I gave her more incentive. "Does it turn you on to watch me playing with my cock?" She nodded shyly, a soft smile crossing her face. "It makes me extra hard having you watch me while I jack off ... even harder when I get to watch you play with yourself at the same time."

"Really?" She seemed baffled again.

I nodded. "Really! Play with your clit and find that spot that made you squirt – okay?" I was happy to see her free hand join the other and a finger move to her clit. Her inner labia were spread apart with the tip of her clit peeking from its hiding spot. When she touched it, she visibly shook, her knees sagging as a jolt of pleasure hit her. Her eyes fluttering, she began to truly explore her body.

For fear of becoming too aroused, I stopped masturbating, intending to rinse the rest of my body while I enjoyed the vision of what she was doing. As tentative as she was, it was obvious she had never taken the time to learn how to pleasure herself. From the licking of her lips, to the undulating of her body each time she found a new spot, it was a joy to watch her experiment. The sounds she was emitting were wonderful -- a combination of gasps, pants, whimpers and moans echoed in the small confines of the shower, soon becoming loud enough that they even drowned out the sound of the water.

"What are you smirking for?" she said in a barely audible whisper.

She startled me – I had been so wrapped up in enjoying her exploration. "Just loving what you're doing."

She tittered, pausing long enough to point at my crotch. I looked down and had to laugh as well. I had soaped myself up to the point that my cock looked like it was covered in whipped cream. She stopped her manipulation and headed for me, her hand extended toward my hard-on. I grabbed her shoulders and stopped her with an admonishment, "Maybe in a bit." I put the bar of soap in its cubbyhole and rinsed myself off before I stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, I started to dry off, motioning for her to join me.

I tossed her a towel. "Meet me in the bedroom, sexy thing." I moved to her and took hold of the back of her neck, pulling her to me for a deep and passionate kiss. Leaving her breathless, I turned and walked out the door, still drying off.

The words, "Sexy assss!" followed me as I went to her bedroom. Close behind me, she tried to snap me with her towel, but missed badly. Catching it in my hand, I tugged her to me and began to dry her off. We played grab-ass for a bit before finally breaking up with laughter. She made a feeble attempt to grab my bouncing erection until I restrained her by holding her shoulders then pushing her back on the bed.

Flushed from our games, she looked sexy as hell, leaning back on her elbows, her hair wet and disheveled, and her legs spread with her knees bent. I grinned, moving in to finish drying her off. She seemed to enjoy trying to draw my attention to her flowered cunt while also trying to grasp my erection or pull my hands to her crotch to fondle her. At the same time, I evaded her attempts while arousing her as much as possible, without actually giving in to her desires.

Done with the drying and teasing, I avoided her gropes and piled the pillows against the headboard. "Lie back," I told her. She pouted, not moving. "Do it -- or no cock and no cum!" She maintained her fake pout, but complied.

Her eyes followed me as she got in place. I walked to her dresser and opened the top drawer, taking out the two toys I had stashed there earlier. The small one was a medium-sized vibrator with a clit stimulator. The big one was an over-sized, rubber cock with balls and a suction cup to allow her to mount it someplace.

Walking to the foot of the bed, I crawled on. From my knees, I tossed the vibrator between her thighs. "I want to watch you use this one." She picked it up and looked at me with a funny expression. I'm sure she knew what they were for, but she seemed unfamiliar with exactly how to proceed. Since she had shown a lack of desire to self-stimulate herself, I don't believe she had used one before, thus the indecision. I gave her some incentive, "Turn it on and go for it!"

Dropping the dildo behind me, I sat on my heels and took my cock in hand, staring at the vibrator. Hesitantly, she studied the bottom until she figured out how to turn it on, the sudden hum startling her. She grinned, then placed the tip at her hole, jerking subtly when it made contact. "Pretend it's a small dick ... and get the other tip against your clit. You're gonna love it –I promise!"

She inserted it while shifting her hips and opening her legs wider. A hard shudder came over her when the other tip touched her clit, along with an "Oowwhhh-a". She closed her eyes while attempting to get comfortable with the sensations.

"That's it. Just let go and enjoy!" Her smile grew, her legs lifting off the bed toward her chest. "Rotate it ... use the other hand to caress yourself. Play with your nipples – whatever feels good!"

She opened her eyes to stare at me with a look that seemed far away."Oohhhh m-myyy,"she moaned, her hand moving to clamp over a tit and squeeze. I licked my lips and began to stroke my cock for her to enjoy.

"I can't tell you how hot that looks. What a turn on!"

She reached out her hand toward me. "I want it!" she complained.

"Maybe in a bit ... just watch and enjoy the view." I cupped my balls in my free hand and rolled them as I made a few fast strokes, then returned to some very slow pumps. Her hand went back to her boob to toy with the hard nipple. The vibrator had picked up speed. She was stroking it excitedly in her cunt.

I let her play for another minute before I told her, "Here. " Reaching behind me, I grabbed the dildo and tossed it to her. "Use this one. Take both hands and fuck yourself with it." She was into it now, extracting the vibrator and grabbing the big one with a hunger to play. Its size forced her to take several strokes while inserting it.

As she worked it deeper, each plunge produced a heavier sigh, plus an expression of deepening lust. My plan was working better than I had hoped. The whole idea was to show her how to pleasure herself – not rely so much on a man to provide her a means of sexual gratification. The urgency she was exhibiting told me she was on a path to reach that objective.

I slid my legs from underneath me and sat on my butt with my feet planted outside her hips and my knees bent. In this position our bellies were just a couple of feet apart. I wanted the closeness to make it all the more personal. Her eyes were wild looking as she commenced fucking herself fully. The dildo shaft glistened with the juices that she was withdrawing.

I let her go a bit longer until her eyes looked a little glazed "Cum for me." She seemed lost in her pleasure, but nodded her reply. "Cum for me and I'll cum for you, Suz." She was driving the dildo rapidly, licking her lips to keep them moist. I matched my strokes with hers, my cock heating up and my balls moving in their sack as the semen built to a boil. "Getting closer ... frig your clit with your fingers – rapid strokes." She did as I asked, her fingers turning into a blur.

From the heaving of her chest and the quiver of her legs as she held them high, she was almost there. With my sack tightening around my balls and the seed collected for launch, I cut her loose. "Cum, baby.Cu-mmm!"

My timing was perfect. Her eyes slammed shut, her mouth flew open and a savage cry erupted from her core. Her body locked rigid, she exploded. She soaked the bed with a jet of fluid, the dildo jammed balls deep in her tunnel. Head rocking side to side, her scream went silent, but her mouth was still wide open with nothing but air rushing out.

I was so enthralled with her orgasm that I barely noticed the ribbons of my own sperm shooting the short distance between us, stray strands hitting her belly and splashing over the dildo. I lost the rest of the image as I collapsed on my back while continuing to milk the rest of my seed out.

When my next moment of awareness arrived, Suz was collecting her reward. I could feel her tongue lapping up the cum on both my cock and belly, between several quick sucks she made to finish emptying my sack. Opening my eyes, I watched her clean up the mess. I couldn't help but lovingly run my fingers through her hair, which drew a wicked grin from her before she returned to her feast.

Finally done, she slithered up my body to greet me with a deep kiss before laying her head on my chest. Once more, I gathered her in my arms to cuddle while we recovered. A little bit later, she said, "That wasbeautiful." She sighed loudly, her fingers back to playing with my chest hair.

My intelligence was returning. This seemed like a good time to ask some of my questions. "I hope you don't mind, but ... " I paused long enough to give her a chance to reply. When she said nothing, I went on, "Haven't you masturbated before ... played with toys and so on?"

Her voice was soft and meek, "Was it that obvious?"

"Kinda."

"I played with myself when I was very young, but every time that I would start to tingle and get excited, it scared me ... so, I stopped." She raised her head and looked into my eyes. "Stupid, huhhh?"

I placed my hand on her cheek and stroked her jaw. "Unfortunate, maybe, but not stupid."

She made her confused face. "Unfortunate?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Well ... maybe if you had learned how to masturbate, you would have had a sexual outlet that might of helped satisfy your'nymphomania'."

She looked at me like I was crazy. "What are you talkin' –?"

"Look, babe. I don't think you're a nympho at all. You're maybe alittle oversexed– which you might have been able to alleviate by jilling-off. But, I don't think you're a nympho."

Now she seemed more curious than confused. "Really?"

"What I can't figure out, though, is why you seem to think that the only way you can cum is if you make a man cum. Can you tell me what gave you that belief?" I had asked the wrong question.Bang!She was like a turtle ducking back in its shell. Lying her head back down on my chest, she shut up.

I gave her a minute before I asked, "Don't you trust me?"

This question brought her out of the shell as fast as she had gone in, her head jerking up to look at me. "I trust youuu! I ... just ... " Her voice trailed off as she looked down. I decided not to say anything and let her make her own call. She finally came around. "If I tell you, you have to promise me you won'tsay– or doanything."I thought for a second. "It depends on what it is. I can't promise one hundred percent, but I'll do my best, okay?"

I was surprised my answer satisfied her, since she had seemed so adamant. Apparently it was going to be a long discussion. She insisted we take a break for refreshments and sit in the livingroom. She hopped up and grabbed a nightshirt from her dresser before heading for the kitchen. I settled for slipping on my briefs that I picked up in the hallway.

She was already parked back in her usual corner of the sofa and held out a beer for me. When I noticed she also had a beer, I shot her a questioning look. "Don't need the wine. I only drink it to get drunk, so I can ... you know ... stand to get laid." She clinked cans with me as if making a toast.

"You shouldn't need to 'stand' for it. It should be something you want to happen," I told her, settling in beside her. She seemed to be waiting for me to talk. I obliged her with, "I'm ready, lover. Take your time, but tell me how this all came to be."

Without hesitation, she confessed, "Because of Darren ..." What followed was a tale from someone's worst nightmare. I had no clue it had been happening.

Her bedroom was right next to our parents, while mine was at the far end of the hall. She used to lie awake and listen to them through the thin wall as they made love. At first It was all a wonderful, erotic thing. Since she only possessed a rudimentary knowledge of what sex was all about, but had never experienced it first hand, she tried to imagine what they were doing from the moans and noises.

It wasn't very long before things changed. They began to fight a lot. She could hear mom being verbally abused, along with Darren's angry tirades when mom wouldn't do what he demanded. Suz even heard mom protest that maybe Suzie might overhear what was happening, which only caused mom to received more abuse.

A couple of weeks later, the sounds of lovemaking or fighting ceased altogether. The quiet was glorious, but short-lived. Suz woke up one night, with Darren on top of her and his hand over her mouth. He threatened to hurt our mom if Suz didn't consent to a little 'alone time' with him. More afraid for our mom's safety than she was for her own welfare, she gave in to his demands. Although she wouldn't specifically call it what it was – rape! – she let him have his way with her. I could see her body shake as she talked about his hands on her, touching her everywhere. Shittt!! ... she had only been sixteen at the time.

What she described next made me sick to my stomach. He took her virginity – thankfully using a condom – then he took her in both her other holes. She described in brief detail his tiny prick and how he loved to demean her, jizzing all over her body when her used her. It never involved her pleasure, just his obsession with painting her body with his cum. He told her repeatedly that she was only there for his use ... just a vessel for a man's seed. He called her his cum slut. He also warned that if anyone ever found out what he was doing, our mom would suffer the consequences.

Although Suz could never be sure, she was positive that mom knew what was going on. He would speak loudly near the adjoining wall and describe what he was doing to her in great detail ... every filthy act he was subjecting Suz to, as if taunting mom. Plus, it was only a couple of days after it all started that mom had taken Suzie to a clinic and put her on the pill. Suz assumed that the last thing that Darren wanted was a kid from what he was doing.

A few days later Darren was all aglow at not having to use a stinking 'raincoat' over his 'monster cock'. This sordid tale must have been ancient history to Suz, since she chuckled when she reminisced about his 'monster'. According to the distance between her two fingers, he couldn't have been much bigger than four to five inches fully erect.

The whole time Suz was talking to me, she was very aware of what I was feeling, taking long pauses to get us a fresh drink, or to let what she had told me sink in slowly. I was so mixed up with a combination of sickness, disgust, rage and who knows what else, that my head was spinning. She was constantly reminding me to not do anything. I couldn't if I had wanted to, because I was so out of it right now. I still had to nod my agreement before she would go on.

It was also around this time that she started hanging out at her friend's places all the time. She avoided being at home as much as she could, but still had to occasionally be 'available' so that Darren wouldn't make mom pay for her absence. That explained her departure from my life just when we could have been bonding. If only I had of known, I could have ...? Too late for recriminations now, I guess.

When it finally got to the point that she was all talked out, she crawled to me and coiled up in my lap, knowing by now that I would fold her into my body and hold her. We stayed that way for the longest time.

When a moment of clarity popped into my brain, I didn't bother to tell her. As much as I wanted to keep my promise to not do anything, there was no way I was going to. But, I wasn't going to tell her about my decision. She was much better off not knowing.

She eventually broke our beautiful reverie with a heavy sigh, moving in my arms to once again attack my neck with butterfly pecks. Wiggling her ass on my semi-hard cock, she teased me a bit before she asked, "Want to fuck me again?" She leaned back to look in my eyes.

"You're joking, right?!" I smirked at her and kissed her forehead. "My only question is if I can keep you satisfied!"

She giggled as her hand found the opening in my briefs and slipped inside to play with my balls. "Well, I suppossee ... now that I have toys ... and I know how to please myself, I can always give you a break!" Her fingers moved to my shaft to pull my erection out into the fresh air. "But – just short ones! – I still want your cum!" This time her laugh was hearty at the funny face I made.

In response, I cupped her tits in my hands and fondled them. Whispering into her ear, I asked, "How do you want me to fuck you?"

She turned her head to look over her shoulder at me. "All my life, I've let the men decide how I was going to be fucked. And – now that someone has asked me how I want it – I still want the same thing." She smiled meekly. "But, it's not for the same reason. They usually just throw me down, spread my legs and fuck me missionary style. From the way you fucked me last time, I can tell you know how to please a woman." She put her hands on top of mine as I played with her flesh. "Show me everything. Fuck me anyway you feel like ... anything but missionary! I've had enough of that to last forever."

I took a moment to nibble on her neck which caused her to bow her back. Her hand went back to my cock to tug firmly. I thought a bit, then gave her my desire, "Stand up." I rose behind her and grabbed her tits from behind, wedging my swollen cock between her cheeks. Steering her with her boobs, I walked her to the empty kitchen table. I released her tit and grasped the hem of her gown. She raised her arms as I tugged it up and off her body, tossing it to the floor before I grabbed her leg behind the knee, lifted it up and placed it on the table top.

"Lie down and look back at me." When she was ready, I pushed her knee toward her chest which opened her up to me, the other foot still planted on the floor. Holding her gaze with mine, I entered her pussy roughly with my fingers, probing deeply inside, stirring her wetness. Her belly danced under my touch as she stared back, her mouth opening and starting to pant.

Taking my fingers out, I sucked them in my mouth hungrily, making happy noises as I tasted her again. The wild look reappeared on her face again. Now, I dropped to my knees, spreading her upper thighs wide while my mouth and tongue attacked her pink sweetness. As my fingers kneaded her ass and thighs, my tongue lapped her pussy from clit to anus, then back again, savoring every spot of sensitivity I could find. A finger flicked around her sphincter and made small penetrations inside. I noticed her thigh quivering from of my exploration.

Her moans increased in volume until I stopped and stood up behind her again. She looked crazed, her belly contracting erratically. Her ass was tensed and beautiful. I decided to see if she might enjoy having it smacked a bit. My first slap was fairly soft. She squealed – more from the surprise than any pain.

"Owwwhhh!" Now, she definitely seemed crazed, licking her lips erotically."More ... I like that. I told you I like it rough, didn't I?" I nodded and hit the other cheek more forcefully. Her grin egged me on as I spanked her with vigor. All the while, she was thoroughly enjoying the experience. When a bright, rosy color showed on her flesh, I pushed down my briefs, stepped out of them, then grasped my extremely, hard cock. Her cunt hole was already open and begging me to fill it. That's exactly what I did – with force, jamming all the way to my balls. An audible smack sounded when our flesh met. She grunted, her head snapping back with her glaring eyes locked on me, demanding more.

"Fuck me, Kevvvvv!" she snarled. "Fuck your sister like you hate her!" Her demand was so needy, that I gave her what she wanted. The table was rocking from our bodies slamming together, and her moans were savage and happy. With her head bouncing from each impact, I took it a step further. My mentor, Maria, had loved the whole 'pull-my-hair', 'slap-my-ass', 'manhandle-me' stuff. It was time to see how far Suz was wanting to go.

When I pulled out of her, she was delirious. "Don'tt-t -- " I grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her off the table, turning her and guided her down to the carpeted floor.

"Doggy! Ass up and head down." I placed her how I wanted. Compliant, she let me position her. Dropping to my knees behind her, I resumed her ass whooping, generating new moaning with no effort. At the point her cheeks turned a cherry-red, I jammed my cock back inside her, grabbed her hips and resumed pounding her. She whimpered noisily as I fucked her.

"Spread your cheeks with your hands." They flew to do my bidding while I jammed a thumb into her rectum to penetrate that in rhythm to my thrusts. She was groaning now and would soon cum. I took my free hand and grabbed a fist full of her hair to yank her head back. Her noises were almost incoherent, a mix of grunts, pants, whimpers and cries as I drove her to her climax.

When she came, it was like a bomb going off. The power of her clenching cunt took its toll, pulling me into my own orgasm to join her. With a savage yell and several hard pelvic slams, I unloaded all I had into her belly. She spasmed on my cock and wet me with her gift just before I once more blanked out and lost all touch with reality.

When I found myself returning to life, my cock was still buried inside her. She was lying flat on her belly with me on top of her. I could hear her heavy breathing and rolled on my hip to take my weight off her. Instantly, she turned into my body to cuddle. It was a while later that I heard her rhythmic breathing as if she had fallen asleep. I stood and gathered her up, carrying her to our bedroom to place her in bed. After I slipped in beside her, she once again curled into me. Sleep came swiftly with her cradled into my arms.

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Heading out to work Monday, I told Suz that I had some stuff to take care of after work, so not to make dinner for me. I would grab something for myself before heading home. I didn't tell her the true reason for my tardiness.

After getting off work, I drove to where Darren was employed and waited for his departure. His work day ended about an hour after mine, so I had a short delay until he came out and walked to his car. I was glad that the parking area was fairly secluded, since what I was needing to do was not for public viewing.

He was extremely surprised to see me, but my smile temporarily disarmed him. When I asked if he had a minute to talk, he nodded with a grin until I locked one of his arms with mine in a vise grip, before forcibly escorting him behind some tall shrubs at the back of the lot. His eyes grew to saucers.

Out of public view, I confronted him with the fact that I knew what he had done to Suzie and mom. I gripped his throat with my hand and squeezed hard, so he knew I was in charge and serious. The surprise in his eyes changed to fear.

Lifting him up so only his toes still touched the ground, I gave him my terms. If he wanted to live – if he wanted to stay out of prison for assault, rape and sexual molestation of a minor, he only had one course of action. He was leaving town almost immediately. He was getting a divorce from our mom which would include alimony to insure she could keep the house and have a suitable income to survive on. Once all that was accomplished, he would never contact any of us again.

If he did all this, then I would let him live. If not, then the whole world would find out what he had done. If he failed to do this, or ever went back on the divorce decree, I would track him down and he would be a dead man.

He was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane as he agreed to all of of my demands. With a death grip on his throat and an evil snarl on my face, I told him that the only reason he wasn't a blob of battered flesh was because I had made a promise not to kill him.

Before I let him off the hook, I reiterated this was his only warning! He had just one chance to get it right. He said he understood completely, and I'd never have to see him again. Even though I believed him, I couldn't help myself. I needed to send him off with confirmation of what he would receive should he fuck up. I released his throat, then beat him nearly unconscious. I stood over him with my fists clenched as he laid there bloodied and moaning.

My final words were, "That's just a preview. You've got two weeks! Get it done, prick, or it will be the last time you'll ever take a breath!" With one final kick to his nuts, I left him, coiled in a fetal ball.

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Upon entering the apartment, Suz was nowhere to be seen. When I called out, she answered from the bedroom, asking me to join her. Walking into the room, I was blown away. The lighting was very romantic, several candles on the nightstands providing the majority of the illumination. She was a breathtaking vision in a sexy, baby-doll nightie that did nothing to hide the beauty of her body.

Reclining back against a pile of pillows, she reminded me of a seductress from a movie scene, legs askew with her hands running slowly over her body to tease me. I had frozen in my tracks just inside the doorway. In the voice of an erotic siren, she enticed me, "Come take a closer look, lover." I shuffled slowly toward her, drinking in her body with my gaze. After a sweet smirk, she commented, "I think you approve?"

"Ohhhh, hell yesssss!" I told her. "You're beautiful, babe. I hope you know that."

"You've told me many times, just from the way you look at me." She untied the tiny string at her throat and opened her top to fully expose her breasts, which were hardly invisible behind the thin gauze of her nightie. Her fingers moved to her nipples to fondle them.

I must have looked quite the fool. She giggled. "But -- I should be telling you, too," I confessed.

"Strip for me," she commanded, her voice low and sultry. "I need to see that wonderful cock -- right now!"

I stopped next to the bed to undress. She giggled again when my almost rigid prick burst from my briefs as I tugged them down.

She patted the bed beside her. "Sit." She sat up to slip her top off her shoulders, tossing it aside. Her bullet nipples looked ready to launch from their surrounding areolae. Gawdddd, I loved her tits! She noticed my gaze and tweaked them for me. "Tell me something ... " she paused, as if waiting for my approval. I simply nodded. "From the way you've played with my ass, I'm guessing you enjoy anal sex. Correct?"

I managed to mutter, "Yesss." My eyes were mesmerized by the way she was toying with her boobs, pulling and rolling the swollen marbles while kneading the skin firmly with her fingers, digging in and distorting its roundness. She cupped them, then lifted them up as if offering me a treat. I realized my breathing was speeding up in response to what she was doing.

She stopped abruptly. "I know I told you that 'mister-small-dick' had taken my anal virginity. But, I've never let anyone else have me there." Her hands moved to the band of her thong while she raised her legs upward. With one swift move, she drew it down and kicked it off. I saw the glint of something shiny in her crack as her legs moved. She gave me a full view of what it was, her legs parting wide to display the sparkling-white gem of an anal plug.

Fingers slowly caressed down the insides of her thighs as she told me the story. "Darren bought this plug and this nightie for me, so that I would be sexy and ready for my first ass fuck." Her fingers had arrived at the object of her discussion. "I never wanted to wear them again ... until now." One set of fingers spread the flesh around her gem while the others moved to tug gently on the plug, extending her sphincter slowly out then back in while she studied my face.

"Although I'm not a virgin, his dick was so small compared to you, that I might as well be. Would you fuck my ass properly, babe?" She paused for a second. "I know that with you, I'll probably love it."

I was blown away by the trust she was showing me. It took me a moment to collect my thoughts. "For you, baby, I would do anything! I haven't had a lot of experience, but I'll be gentle. We can take our time to do it right." She smiled knowingly. "Maria showed me the basics, but not much more."

She let go of the plug and tucked her knees up to her chest. Patting the bed below her butt, she said, "Do me, baby brother. Come fuck your sister's ass." Her expression and tone made it seem like we were naughty little kids playing a 'taboo game'. To me, this was the most natural thing in the world to be doing at this moment.

Flashing a mischievous grin, I moved between her legs and began. Her hands moved to her ass cheeks to open her crack wide for me. The first thing I did was bend down and suck her pussy. I took my time to thoroughly enjoy her, showing her the same patience I had done earlier. Her ass was wiggling and her belly contracting hard in a fairly short time. She cooed at me as I lapped her wetness and her softness up like I was starved.

Fingers touched my cheeks and dug into my hair, then she reminded me, "My ass, lover -- remember?" Her titter was funny. I shifted all my mouth's attention to just her clit which had made a quick appearance. Finally, I used one hand to grasp the plug, doing gentle tugs and pushes with rotations of the gem, while I sucked her clit in between my lips to roll it around.

When she'd had enough, her hands pushed my face away as she moaned repeatedly. "Fuckkkeeerrrr!" I glanced up at her. Her eyes were half closed and dreamy looking. Even though she was more than ready, I wanted to take one more step. Crawling on my knees to her, I brought my steel, hard-on next to her pussy. Grasping my shaft, I bent it down and pressed it between her labia. When I had it situated just right, I grasped the back of her knees and lowered myself to her for a deep kiss, all the while slowly rocking my hips to see-saw my cock in her wetness.

She was hot! The heat pouring from inside her cunt felt like an oven. She groaned into my mouth as our tongues danced. Her lust was high and she was more than ready for her 'deflowering' – if you could call it that. Still rocking my hips, while she pushed back against me, I rose back up until I broke our contact. Grabbing her gem, I pulled it halfway out a few times before finally removing it fully. She grunted low at its departure, her eyes opening wide.