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(mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st, alcohol) *** Ok, Creep, I'm going out, don't step foot out of this house while I am gone, and don't say a word to anyone, or your ass is grass, and fresh cut grass." I was going to hate this week. Mom and Dad had just left for the Virgin Islands that afternoon. They made it painfully clear that Kelly was "in charge." And I was under strict orders to obey her orders. I've just turned 16, and Kelly is 17, and she made it even more painfully obvious that she was in charge. I've never understood it. She's a real stuck up bitch, always getting away with breaking the rules, but Mom and Dad act like she is little miss perfect. I try my best to behave and act like a civilized human being, and they go on like I'm a cross between John Dillinger and Attila the Hun. Anyway, I settled in for an evening of flight combat games, at least they distract me and kill time. About 11:30, the phone rang. Probably one of Kelly's friends, but there was a chance it was Mom or Dad, so I answered it. The voice, sounding kind of spaced out, I did not know who I was talking to, didn't recognize it. "You'd better come and collect your sister, she ain't doing too good." I asked who it was, all they told me was to come to a street intersection not too far away. I started to tell them I only had my learners permit, I wasn't supposed to be driving by myself, even more not supposed to drive at night. The voice told me the intersection again, and said if I didn't get there soon, they would just leave her there on the sidewalk. To be honest, that would have suited me fine, maybe teach her a lesson, but I really couldn't just leave her there. I found Mom's car keys and locked the house behind me. It wasn't far at all, thank heaven, with luck, I could get there and back without ever seeing a cop. Also, Mom would not notice a mile or two difference on her odometer, if she ever checked it. I got to the intersection, there as an old, rusty van idling by the curb. I pulled up behind it, got out, and before I closed the door, the van peeled out. Kelly was sitting on the sidewalk, not out cold, but out of it, for sure. I hurried to her, and managed to get her on her feet. She was mumbling, three quarters of it I couldn't make out, just "home." Getting her to Mom's car was a bit of a trick, as she was barely able to walk, I had to practically carry her. At one point, she stumbled, and somehow, I suddenly had a hand full of my sister's tit. She never even noticed I was holding it. And I saw no reason to let go, it felt great in my hand. I almost regretted getting to the car and letting go of my sister's boob. I drove the speed limit on the way home, but it felt like I was doing a hundred miles an hour and trying to attract every cop in the state. But of course, we made it home with no problem. I shook my sister. "Kelly, we're here." "Who are you?" She was still so out of it, I could barely understand her. "I'm the cab driver." I couldn't help being sarcastic. "Got no money to pay you." I looked at her, she still did not realize who I was! And the suggestion of "paying" gave me all sorts of new ideas. I could actually get some money out of her, payment for all the shit she had given me over the years. "Get your purse out, we're at the address you gave me, I want my money." She tried to set up and look at me, but was totally unable to focus. "Can't pay you, let me suck your cock." I did not BELIEVE I had just heard what I had just heard. My sister was offering to pay a taxi driver with a blow job! Only thing was, this time, the "taxi" driver was me, her own brother. She was so drugged/drunk she had no idea what she was doing. But I did know. Expecting to get paid was one thing, but getting sucked off? At first, I thought, "I can't take advantage of her like that, when she's in this condition." Then I thought, "Fuck it." After all, when did she ever take my feelings into account? AND I had risked loosing my license for a very long time going to rescue her. If I'd been stopped, it would have been all over for me. AND it was her that got herself so drunk she didn't know she was offering to blow her own brother. We were in the driveway, I stopped the car, and shook her shoulder. "Lady, you're home, you owe me for the cab ride." "Told you, can't pay you, I'll suck your cock, it's ok, I did it before." "Sides", she slurred, "I'm a great cock sucker." I couldn't resist any longer. I arched my back up enough to get my pants down to my knees, freeing my cock. I wanted to give her full access to it, and no rubbing against the sides of the damn zipper. My hand was shaking as I put it on top of her head and started to angle her towards my dick. Kelly did not need any guidance or encouragement. She leaned over and slid my cock into her mouth like a professional whore. I couldn't believe it, and it was happening to me! My first blow job and I was getting it from my own sister, in our mom's car, out in the driveway! And it was an incredible blow job, Kelly had not been lying, she was a great cock sucker! When I started to cum, she put her hand around my cock, and her lips right to her hand, making a seal so none of my cum was wasted. She actually loved cum! I have heard most girls gag or spit it out, not my sister. She just kept sucking harder and harder, until I was empty. When there was nothing left to suck out of me, she let my cock slide out of her mouth and sat up, then immediately sagged against the passenger side door. I let the seat drop back a bit and just sat there, enjoying the ebbing sensations. I managed to get my pants back up, pulled the car into the garage and got out. I went to her side and tried getting her out of the car. She was pretty limp, and totally uncoordinated. The recent blow job had given me new thoughts and ideas I would never have dared consider before. She was wearing a tube top, which didn't cover much to start with. I pretended to have trouble getting her seat belt undone. She kept grumbling about wanting to get out of the car. "Kelly, I think it will work easier if we get this out of the way." I pulled the tube top down to her stomach, freeing her tits. And what fantastic tits they were! There was just a bit of coolness in the air, and her nipples were as stiff as spikes. Bare-chested now, I unhooked the seatbelt and helped her out of the car. I braced her as she was leaning back against the side of the car, tits out, not even noticing. "Kelly, you don't look so good, I think we should get you out of this before you throw up all over yourself and ruin your clothes." I yanked the tube top off over her head, left it on the hood of the car. Then I knelt down in front of her, she was sort of holding onto the door handle now, and unzipped her shorts, pulling them down. The bitch wasn't wearing panties! Except for her sneakers, the whore was nude, right in front of me! Even though she had sucked me off not 5 minutes ago, my cock was rock solid again. I started to handle her tits, feeling and kneading them, like they were huge mounds of dough. Kelly made no attempt to stop me, from the smile on her face, she was enjoying it! I couldn't help wonder how many guys had done this all ready, how many had fucked my slut sister? As much as I hated to, I stopped playing with her, gathered up her clothes and helped her into the house, to her bedroom. I dumped her, sprawling out, on top of the bed. Then I went for my camcorder. There was no way I was going to get this chance slip by. I set the camera on her own night stand, far enough from the bed that it would get the entire scene. I struggled to get her into a sitting up position, so I could get one of her loose dresses on her. I know, it seems weird for me to be DRESSING her now, after I got her undressed in the garage, but this was for effect, and blackmail. I left her, went to the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge. A jar of relish, I put a couple spoonfuls in a bowl, added a couple spoonfuls of corn, and opened a can of split pea soup, adding some of that. It looked totally gross, which is what I wanted. Back to my still sadly unconscious sister, smearing the bowl of gunk liberally over the front of her dress. As good as any movie special effect, it really looked like she had thrown up all over herself. When I showed her this tape, and she saw the sick condition she had been in, she would THANK me for undressing her. I lay her back down on the bed, picked up the camera and walked to her door, then started recording. "This is Kelly, her friends just brought her home and dumped her here. She's been out partying, and she is a mess. I am recording this to show that what I am about to do, I do because it is only right. She's thrown up all over herself, it wouldn't be right to let her sleep in this. I set the camera down on the night stand, went to Kelly and dragged her back to a sitting position again. God, she really reeks of vomit." I struggled to get the dress off her, making it look much more difficult than it was. I got the dress down over her shoulders, to her stomach. "She went out, and she wasn't even wearing a bra! This is embarrassing." I could not believe how easily I was performing for the cam, I almost believed all my bullshit myself! I managed to get the dress over her hips, dropped it, turned away from the lovely view before me and looked at the camera. "She isn't wearing panties either!" In minutes, I finally had her nude. I left the room, and the tape running, and got a wet towel, then proceeded to wash the "vomit" off her. Of course, the cold cloth and water woke her up. She was mumbling, "What the fuck are you doing, asshole?" "Stop playing with my tits." "Sis, I have to get you cleaned up." "Oh, that's nice of you." The motion of the cloth over her tits and stomach were starting to turn her on. "HHhhmmmmmmmm," she let out a low purr. "That's real nice, keep that up." She leaned back, making her breasts push forward. "Suck them." This was working out even more perfect than I had hoped. She was actually begging me to suck her tits, and I was getting it on tape. Before I knew what was happening, she grabbed me, spun around and was on top of me. "Suck my tits." She was dangling them in my face, wiggling them slightly, though they didn't sag one bit. I did what she asked me, I began sucking her nipples, one to the other as she moved them over my face. Then she started reaching into my shorts to take out my cock. But the time she got it free, it was rock hard, again. Even after two blow jobs within an hour, it was still hard. She backed her way down my body and began to suck me, again. To be honest, I was getting used to the feel of my cock in her mouth. She only sucked me a few minutes, the let me slip from between her lips. She scooted forward, positioned herself over it, and with one hand holding it to guide her, slipped down on my dick. I didn't believe it, this I had never, ever planned on. I was thinking I would get some tit feeling for the cam, MAYBE trick her into another blow job, but we were actually fucking! Fortunately, the two previous bj's had taken the edge off, so I was lasting much longer than normal, for a guy's first fuck. Especially when his first fuck is his own sister! This was greater than anything I had ever imagined in my frequent jerk off sessions. But then, I had never jerked off fantasizing about fucking Kelly. And she was HOT and HORNY, she rode my dick like a rodeo cowboy. Or rodeo cowgirl, to be more accurate. "Sis, I am getting ready to cum!" I thought it was only fair to warn her, since I wasn't wearing a condom. "So cum in me, I'm on the pill." The words were coming out in gasps. "I been on the pill since I was 15, when Dad started fucking me." I froze, as the words registered in my brain and actually sunk in. Dad had fucked Kelly? Just the thought made me shoot my load in her. Maybe it was good timing, maybe feeling my cum pumping into her, whatever, Kelly had her orgasm at the same time. Her cunt muscles clamped tight around my cock, squeezing even more out of it. Finally, she went limp, dropped on top of me, rolled off and mumbled, "Now let me get some sleep." I did. I got out of her bed, picked up the camera and went to my room. I wanted to see how good the tape was, and make sure I had gotten the part about her and dad clearly. Kelly woke up the next morning, and came into the kitchen looking like hell. "Give me some coffee, I feel like hell." "Sure, sis, coming right up. Anything for you." "What the fuck are you so cheerful about?" I pointed towards the small portable tv/dvd player on the counter. "You really want to see?" I asked, with a very wicked grin. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 57