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Sara
by Naheka (address withheld)

***

My sister's perfect in every way, but she can't seem to 
maintain a serious relationship. One night, after yet 
another painful breakup, she lets me know why. (MF, 
inc)

***

I took another gulp of beer, eyes fixed on the table in 
front of me. It wasn't like there was nothing better to 
look at - the place was packed, and there were hot 
girls all around, dressed like it was still summer. I 
just don't like bars. Especially not when I have 
midterms coming up.

"Dude, why'd you come here if you're not going to talk 
to anybody?" my roommate demanded, as if he hadn't 
dragged me here himself. 

I didn't bother answering the question.

"Hey, isn't that your sister?" His suddenly serious 
tone of voice made me lift my head. 

It really was Sara, and she looked terrible. Her makeup 
was smeared, as if she'd been rubbing at it, and her 
eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot - probably more from 
crying than from alcohol. "I'll be right back," I told 
my friend, putting my bottle down on the table. I 
hurried over to the bar, squeezing my way into the 
space next to my sister's seat.

"Jon, wh-what are you doing here? It's a school night."

"Never mind that - what's wrong? What happened?"

"Rick... Rick and I broke up," she said, sobbing. "I 
don't want to talk about it here."

"Let me walk you home, then." I threw her jacket over 
her shoulders, not giving her a chance to argue with 
me. She was three years older than me - out of college 
already - but at times like this I felt like a 
protective older brother. My roommate gave a 
sympathetic nod as we passed by him on our way to the 
door. 

The walk to Sara's apartment was brisk because it was 
cold outside, and quiet because neither of us wanted to 
talk. Even when we were comfortably settled on her 
couch, we didn't speak - I just held her and let her 
cry into my shoulder.

After a while, she pulled back and haltingly told me 
what had happened. Apparently, Rick, the guy she'd been 
seeing for the last month or so, had dumped her after 
finally talking her into sleeping with him.

"Sara, it's not worth it to get upset over an asshole 
like that. Just tell me where he is. Let me go kick his 
ass."

"No, it wasn't like that," she protested, pushing me 
back down on the couch. "He... he didn't break up with 
me just because he'd gotten what he wanted from me."

"Why, then?"

"The same reason they always break up with me. I-I 
can't talk about it."

I was confused, and a little curious, but I wasn't 
going to push her when she was feeling like this. 
"They're all idiots," I told her. "You're the best 
girlfriend a guy could have - you're smart, successful, 
and gorgeous. They just couldn't hold onto you because 
they weren't good enough for you."

Sara tried to smile, and touched my cheek with a 
finger. "You can be really sweet when you try to be." 
She glanced up at the clock on the wall.

"Yeah, it's getting late," I noted, starting to get up.

"I was going to ask you to stay," she said, restraining 
me with her hand. "I'd rather not be alone tonight, if 
it's alright with you."

"Sure, Sara." I wanted to make sure she was okay. 
Besides, her couch was softer than my bed in the dorm. 

She gave me her laptop so I could check my email, then 
disappeared into the bathroom. She emerged a full hour 
later in a small blue tank-top and a pair of loose-
fitting boxers, smelling like fruity shampoo and 
looking a lot more relaxed.

"Do you have a towel I can borrow?" I asked her.

"Just use the green one on the rack - it's clean."

I was glad to have a chance to wash up - that bar 
always left me feeling unclean. I noticed that the 
shower head was off the wall mount, and it was set on 
"massage." No wonder Sara had taken so long! She hadn't 
bothered to hide what she'd been doing - she was 
sometimes surprisingly frank with me about how 
frustrated she was. None of her relationships ever 
lasted more than a few weeks, and she refused to engage 
in casual sex, so she often found herself attending to 
her own physical needs.

I remounted the shower head to the wall and washed 
quickly, not wanting to give Sara too much time alone 
to brood. As I was stepping out of the tub, the 
bathroom door opened without warning. I hastily wrapped 
the towel around my waist as my sister strode in. 

"I just wanted to give you this t-shirt and these 
boxers. I'm pretty sure they'll fit you." She eyed me 
up and down. "Or maybe not, you seem to have filled out 
quite a bit. Have you been working out more?"

"A...a little," I stammered, snatching the clothes out 
of her hands. "Thanks. For the change of clothes." She 
giggled as I shut the door behind her. At least she 
seemed to be happier.

When I joined her on the couch, however, she suddenly 
looked like she was about to start crying again. "Hey," 
I said, wrapping my arms around her, "stop that. What 
can I do to make you feel better?"

"I'm totally pathetic, I'm so desperate for a guy that 
I'm checking out my own little brother."

"Listen," I said, cradling her head in my hands, "first 
of all, you're not pathetic or desperate. Any guy would 
be lucky to have you. I mean that. Second of all, I'm 
not so little anymore, as you just pointed out." I gave 
her a broad grin, trying to cheer her up.

She hugged me tightly, and pressed her face into my 
chest. I didn't know what else to say, so I just 
stroked her hair. She lifted her head slowly and gave 
me a long, considering look. "So you don't mind that I 
was looking at your body?"

"Well, it's not like I've never looked at yours. I am a 
guy, after all."

She blushed and smiled a little. "Did you really mean 
it when you said I was gorgeous?"

"Hell yes. You're the hottest girl I know. Too bad 
we're related." I was still trying to lighten the mood.

Her smile grew. All of a sudden, she grabbed my neck 
and pulled me down for a kiss - open-mouthed. My body 
responded before my mind could, and I started to kiss 
her back. A moment later, a voice in my head reminded 
me that this beautiful creature I was kissing was 
actually my sister - the daughter of my parents, the 
girl I'd grown up in the same house with. I pulled back 
and gently held her by the shoulders.

"Sara, you're hurting right now, and you're not 
thinking clearly."

"Jon, you're not taking advantage of me. I want this. I 
need this."

"I'm your brother!"

"And I'm your big sister, so you'd better listen to me. 
You asked me what you could do to make me feel better, 
give me what I need." She pushed me back on the couch, 
kissing me with a vengeance, her tongue probing for 
mine.

She straddled me forcefully, grinding her groin against 
mine. My resistance broke down and I reciprocated by 
wrapping one arm around her slender waist, using my 
free hand to stroke her breast through her tank-top. 
She reached behind her back with one hand and unclasped 
her bra, and managed to pull it out from under her 
tank-top without taking her lips off mine. My fingers 
found her rigid nipple through the thin material of her 
top, as my other hand wandered up her thigh.

"Not yet, Jonny," she whispered, swatting playfully at 
the offending hand. "Take off your shirt." As I was 
busy complying, she began massaging my hard cock 
through my shorts. Just as I freed myself from the 
shirt, she pulled down the boxers and stuffed my 
swollen dick in her mouth.

For a split second, my mind tried to wrap itself around 
the fact that my own sister was trying to swallow my 
cock, then all rational thought just vanished as the 
sensations overwhelmed me. I held her head in both 
hands while she slurped hungrily, her lips tightening 
around my shaft. I reached down the front of her top to 
fondle her tits while she sucked, teasing her stiff 
nipples with my fingertips. 

After several minutes, I reluctantly nudged her away 
from my crotch and tugged on her shorts. "It's your 
turn," I told her with a deliberate leer. She casually 
shrugged off the tank-top and helped me remove the 
boxers, which were damp and sticky at the crotch. As I 
began to position my face between her legs, she quickly 
covered her slit with one hand and cupped my chin with 
the other.

"I need your cock inside me," she said with a pleading 
look in her eyes. Much as I wanted to fuck my gorgeous 
sister right then and there, I'd been looking forward 
to burying my face in her hot, wet twat.

"Just a little taste," I countered, trying to pry her 
fingers away from her hole.

"No," she pouted, "I need you to fuck me right now. 
Just stick it right in my pussy - I'm on the pill." She 
reached down and held my rigid dick in her hand. 
"Please, Jon..." she begged. I broke down in the face 
of such insistence, and mounted her as she lay back on 
the couch, finally uncovering her precious opening. 

I slid in and fucked her slowly, enjoying the sensation 
of our groins rubbing together with each thrust. My 
lips and tongue explored her perfect tits, and I 
suckled each nipple with pleasure. Soon she was moaning 
and breathing in shallow gasps, and I was getting 
dangerously close to cumming.

"Let's try a different position," she suggested 
breathlessly. "Take me from behind." I obligingly 
withdrew as she rolled over onto her hands and knees, 
offering me her firm, round ass. 

I re-entered her dripping pussy and grabbed her hips 
with my hands as I drove my cock into her. She groaned 
with pleasure and squeezed the walls of her cunt 
together in time with my thrusts. I reached around with 
my right hand and felt for her clit so I could really 
bring her over the edge.

Once again, her hand intercepted mine as soon as she 
realized my intention, and she firmly placed it back on 
her hip. "It's a little  sensitive, Jonny. Just keep 
fucking me like this. I'm going to cum soon!"

Not one to lightly disobey my big sister - especially 
when I had my cock deep inside her pussy - I tickled 
her asshole instead, and I kept pumping away. She began 
to cry out in earnest, panting for breath between 
moans. I increased my rhythm, feeling the pressure 
build up inside my balls. She came with a sharp squeal, 
her delicious ass shuddering against my thighs. Right 
away, I lost it as well, shooting my load deep into her 
hole. We both collapsed onto the couch, exhausted.

Before long, I heard her breathing fall into the 
gentle, even patterns of slumber. Curiously, her 
breaths were interspersed with a soft purring noise, 
which gradually changed to a groan. I watched as her 
legs began to shift - she alternated between rubbing 
her thighs together and spreading them apart, exposing 
her dampened slit. 

Ever so carefully, I crept up between her legs and 
began licking her soft, wet labia. Her moaning 
increased, and I lightly flicked the hood of her clit 
with the tip of my tongue. I was amazed when I saw her, 
it begin to swell and lengthen, poking out from under 
the skin of the hood. The pink button quickly doubled 
in size, sticking straight out at me like a little 
tongue. 

Sara was now panting again, her hips squirming with 
pleasure, but she was apparently still asleep. I 
gingerly grasped the hood with my thumb and forefinger, 
and worked it back and forth over the engorged clit. 

Incredibly, it grew even more, until it was almost two 
inches long. At this point, I simply couldn't resist 
taking the luscious morsel into my mouth. As I began to 
suck on her enormous clit, Sara suddenly opened her 
eyes and stared down at me with a horrified look on her 
face.

"What are you doing?!" she gasped, backing away from me 
and clamping both hands to her groin.

I gently explained to her that she'd been getting 
aroused in her sleep, and I'd simply been trying to 
help her along. 

"You weren't supposed to see this!" she wailed, hands 
still tightly covering her crotch. 

"Why not?" I asked. "It really turns me on. Just seeing 
it makes me want to fuck you all over again." She could 
see from my swelling cock that what I said was true.

"You fucking bastard..." she whispered. I responded 
with a lustful grin. She gripped my hard-on with her 
left hand and pushed me down on the floor with her 
right. "You want to see my nasty, freakish clit, little 
brother? Here!" With that, she shoved her beautiful 
butt in my face, then bent over and pretended to bite 
the head of my prick.

After admiring her smoothly curved ass for a moment, I 
returned my attention to her twat. Her clit had shrunk, 
but it was still hard. Stroking the hood with my 
fingers, I kissed the protruding button,  massaging it 
with my lips.

"Aaawwggghhhhh!" my sister moaned inarticulately around 
my cock. As her clit swelled once more to its 
impressive full size, I wrapped my tongue around it and 
squeezed. Sara gave a high-pitched squeaked. I started 
to slide my tongue back and forth so she was fucking it 
like a miniature cunt. 

Soon she was bucking her hips frantically against my 
face, and she was panting too hard to continue the 
blowjob. I plunged two fingers into her flooded pussy, 
with my tongue still working her giant clit.

"Ohmigod! Oohmigod! OHMIGOD!!!" Sara screamed, so 
loudly my ears rang. 

I immediately released her pulsating clit from my 
mouth, guessing that it would be sensitive. I could 
feel her hot breath washing over my dick as she rubbed 
and squeezed it with her fingers. When she had 
sufficiently recovered from her orgasm, she proceeded 
to blow me mercilessly, alternating between sucking my 
cock and jerking it with both hands. I was about one 
tug away from cumming when I forced myself to push her 
away. 

"Too rough?" my sister grinned apologetically.

"Too soon," I told her. "I don't want to cum yet. Now 
that you have nothing to hide from me, I'm going to 
fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. Do you have any 
lube?"

"In the bedroom," she answered, sounding curious and 
excited at the same time.

In her nightstand drawer, I found a half-empty tube of 
KY Jelly and a slender, rubber-coated vibrator. I made 
her lie spread-eagled on the bed, and I slathered her 
pussy and ass crack in lube, paying particular 
attention to her still-swollen clit. By the time I was 
done, she was breathing heavily and eyeing my cock 
hungrily.

I slid into her slowly, then began thrusting with long, 
deep strokes, making sure to rub her slippery clit with 
my groin each time.

"Faster! Fuck me faster!"

"Why don't you show me how you like it, sis..." I said, 
pulling out and lying down on the bed. My cock pointed 
obscenely at the ceiling.

Wasting no time, she straddled me and guided me back 
into her with one hand. She sat down all the way and 
started to ride me like an insane cowgirl. I played 
with her tits and lightly tweaked her nipples, which 
made her ride me even harder. I could tell she was 
getting close to another orgasm.

I reached for the vibrator with my left hand while 
pulling her torso down toward me with my right, so that 
her ass was exposed. I touched the rubber tip to the 
opening of her asshole, and turned the switch. At the 
same time, I pushed upward with my hips, mashing her 
huge clit between us. She came instantly, screaming 
into my shoulder, her body trembling with each glorious 
spasm. I stroked her back until her breathing slowed to 
a more normal rate, though I could still feel her heart 
racing.

"Jonny... baby!" she gasped, "do whatever you want with 
me... fuck me whichever way you like... whatever will 
make you cum hardest. You've definitely earned it."

I kissed her forehead and asked her to lie on her front 
with her ass in the air. She did it right away, and 
even pulled her cheeks apart with her fingers to expose 
her tight anus. Much as I would have loved to fuck her 
beautiful ass, that wasn't what I had in mind right 
then. I ran the tip of my prick along her lips and 
entered her pussy from behind.

"Are you sure you're in the right hole there, Jonny?" 
she giggled.

I smacked her toned butt in reply, then rammed my shaft 
all the way in, making her grunt. 

"So touchy," she teased.

Holding onto her waist with my hands, I thrust evenly 
but firmly, making sure she felt each stroke. Soon she 
was arching her back and panting in time with the 
pounding of my cock, no longer giggling. I grabbed the 
tube of KY with one hand and lubed up my fingers, then 
reached between her thighs and smeared some more on her 
clit. She inhaled sharply when I touched it, then began 
to moan as I massaged it gently with my hand. I 
gradually sped up my thrusts to match the rhythm of the 
clit-rub. 

She was grunting with lust now, her ass writhing with 
sheer pleasure. "Yeah, play with your sister's big, 
nasty clit, Jonny! Rub it! Rub it faster!"

Being the good little brother that I am, I fingered and 
fucked for all I was worth. With my free hand, I picked 
up the vibrator and turned it on. As Sara's whole body 
tensed on the brink of orgasm, I pressed the tip down 
on her mound, clamping my fingers over it so the 
vibrations spread through her whole pussy and into her 
clit. 

She screamed herself hoarse, loudly enough to wake all 
the neighbors. I plunged my cock deep into her 
vibrating cunt and exploded, cumming like I had never 
cum before. The shuddering spasms of her orgasm milked 
me dry, and I fell on top of her, totally spent.

Eventually, Sara slipped out from under me and lay down 
next to me on the bed. "This time will you let me 
sleep?" she asked, slapping me on the arm.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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