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But Missy has plans of her own: she's ready to lose her virginity, and she wants Jonny to be her first. Can he say no to a beautiful, horny cheerleader who just happens to be his sister? (Mf-teens, exh, inc, 1st, rom) *** After finishing my last mid-term exam and stopping by the frat house to grab my stuff, I threw everything in the car and I was headed home. I was in for a long drive, which was one reason why I hadn't been home much the last two years of college. Although technically an in-state student, my hometown was near the border on the other side of a large state, meaning I would be traveling the better part of a day. This was the way I liked it, because I never had to worry about my family showing up unannounced, and possibly catching me in the act of something they wouldn't approve of. My Dad is a corporate executive who moved out to the country to a big house when I came along. My Mom is a real estate agent and socialite in the little suburb-town that approaches our house more and more each year. I have a younger sister, Missy, who turned 16 back in January and who lives for gymnastics and Brad Pitt. I hadn't seen Missy in several years since I always either worked during breaks in classes, went to the coast for Spring Break, or had just missed her the few times I did go home. My Dad had asked me to come look after the house and Missy while he and Mom took a weeks vacation. My Dad's not the kind of guy to take a vacation, but I think his boss and Mom were forcing his hand. Crime in my little podunk hometown was practically nonexistent, so primarily I was there to keep an eye on Missy. I was in no real hurry to get home, so I made a rest stop and had a late lunch along the way. It was about 9 P.M. when I pulled into the carport and the automatic security light flicked on. "Have a good trip?" my Dad asked as I grabbed a few light bags and got out of the car. We gave each other the obligatory Dad/Son hug - me with my hands full - as I stepped away from the door. "It was all right," I replied, "I took my time coming over." After I popped the trunk, Dad grabbed a few more bags and told me to go ahead and head up to my apartment. Above the garage and pool house was an efficiency apartment that I had moved into sometime during junior high school. My Dad originally wanted to turn it into his office, but opted to turn my room into the office when I moved into the apartment. My Mom had been threatening to clean it up and rent it out once I'd left for college, but Dad always managed to squash that idea real quick. I think he realized why I had come to love that little apartment so much, but would never admit it: I could get laid anytime I wanted up there. Think about it: I was in high school, I was, and still am, a good looking guy, my Dad makes a few bucks, and I had privacy in that apartment. The stairs leading up to it face away from the house, and the family bedrooms are on the opposite side. As long as I was careful about sneaking my current girlfriend up the stairs and didn't make too much noise, my folks would never know what I was doing up there. Well, at least my Mom, she's kind of dense. I think my Dad knew, but if he did, he never said anything to me about it. Anyway, we made chit-chat while unloading the bags and flopped down on the couch in the apartment once we were done. We discussed the usual stuff: How did tests go? How are the grades? Are you seeing anyone? Are you okay for money? The usual stuff. Then Dad floored me: "I left a six-pack in your fridge for you. Don't drink around Missy, don't drink and drive, and wait until after your Mother and I leave," he said. I knew that he knew I drank, but I never expected him to buy me beer. "Uh... thanks," was all I managed to get out. "You need to set your alarm for five in the morning," he continued,"You'll be driving your Mother and I to the airport, then you need to come back and drive Missy where ever she needs to go. I don't have to tell you the rules: no parties, take care of the house, and look after Missy. I'll leave an itinerary so you can reach us if there's a problem, and other than that, you're free to do what you will. If you entertain anyone, do it discretely, I don't want the neighbors blabbing to your Mother when we get back." So he did know! Neighbors! What a laugh! The nearest neighbor was a mile and a half away, but I knew what he was talking about, gossip flies faster around a small town than CNN's satellite feed. After laying down the rules and catching our breath, we both went downstairs and into the house where Mom was waiting. The hug there was a lot bigger, and after a few minutes I heard the rules again, although slightly more strict than the first time with Dad. Missy was in town at some church youth thing, and I wouldn't see her until in the morning. Mom tried to heat up dinner for me but I finally got it through to her that I wasn't hungry, since I'd eaten late on the way up. We sat around the living room, talking about small town news that I really didn't care about and school news that I didn't want to talk about. Finally, I reminded them that they had bags to pack and we would all be getting up very early in the morning, so I excused myself and went upstairs to sleep. That big, old bed I had in my room brought back some warm memories. In addition to being huge and soft, I figured I'd fucked about 6 different girlfriends there over the years. As far as I knew, all of them had left town for jobs or college about the same time I did, so I started thinking about my girlfriend at the time, Gwen. I guess I was more tired than I thought I was because before I could even replay in my mind my last time with Gwen, I'd fallen asleep. Chapter 2 The alarm jarred me awake, and I still laid there for a while before getting up and going downstairs. Dad already had his car loaded up and handed me a cup of coffee as I came down the stairs. "I was just about to go up there and drag you out of bed," he said, "I'll go get your Mother." I settled behind the steering wheel and waited for Mom to start the show. The drive into the city took about 40 minutes, and we didn't have any trouble with traffic, it being about 6 A.M. on a Saturday morning. At the airport I grabbed a quick breakfast while we waited for their flight to board. I had to listen to the rules again, along with the usual "We think you're responsible enough" and "Thank you for taking care of your sister." My Dad treated me like the 21 year old that I was, but I suppose you're always a child to your Mother. Finally, the flight boarded and they were on their way to Hawaii. I waited until the plane took off, and then headed back to the parking garage, and ultimately home. Once home, I crawled back to my apartment and dove back under the covers. It was almost 10 A.M., but I deserved a little shuteye. Something woke me up, and I looked at my watch. It was almost 1:30. I moved into the bathroom and started the water for my shower. It took a minute before I got any hot water, but once I had I must've spent 30 minutes showering. I pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt, grabbed my laundry and headed downstairs. I realized what woke me up when I went into the house. I could see out of the living room window that Missy had several of her girlfriends over and were swimming in the pool. At least I thought it was Missy. She didn't look much like I remembered her the last time I'd seen her two years ago. This girl had long, brownish-blonde hair and tits! My sister had short hair and was... well... she didn't have tits! But I suppose even little sisters grow up, and she did look like Missy, besides, who else would be swimming in my pool? The two girls swimming with her had some serious bodies as well. I thought to myself how much I'd like to spread one out and fuck the living... "Whoa!" I screamed at myself, "these are kids you're thinking about screwing." I knew I had to be some kind of pervert, but then again, it wasn't that many years ago I was boinking girls that age. Of course, I was that age as well. My dick stiffened at the thoughts running through my head, and after giving it a quick adjustment I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind and get started on laundry. After a few minutes, the patio door flew open and in walked Missy and her entourage. I walked out of the laundry room and toward the kitchen where they were raiding the fridge. "Jonny!" Missy yelled. I hadn't been called that name in a while. "I thought you'd be awake by now!" "Hi, Miss," I replied. She got me a little damp as she moved across the kitchen floor to bear hug me. I could have sworn she looked down at my hard-on when we separated. I'd find out later I would've been right. "What happened to your hair?" I asked. "The last time I saw you had such short hair!" "I stopped doing gymnastics," she explained, "I didn't need to keep it so short anymore." I thought about why she'd quit gymnastics and the answer was simple: she was thrown off-balance by those huge tits! At least that's what I thought at the time. I guess you never think of your little baby sister as ever having breasts, and when she develops some you tend to think of them as being bigger than they really are. She was wearing a cute, little two piece bathing suit that really couldn't be called a bikini, but it looked damn good on her. "These are my friends, Joy and Amy," she said, introducing them. I said hello, and opened the fridge to get a cola. They excused themselves and went into Missy's room while I went off to finish my laundry and watch a little T.V. I think I heard the girls talking about me as they walked away. Later that day, I was upstairs playing a game on my computer when Missy knocked on the door. "Jonny? Can you take Amy and Joy over to Amy's house?" she asked. "Sure, gimme a minute," I replied. I put the game on pause, then all four of us piled into my car: Missy in the front seat. I dropped them off at Amy's house, and after what seemed like an hour's worth of goodbyes, Missy came back home with me. "Did you have a good time?" I asked. "Yeah, but I can't talk to them the way I'd like to. I can't be myself." "Aren't they your friends?" I asked. "Yeah, but..." the reply trailed off. After a moment she spoke again. "They think you're good looking," Missy said. "Yeah?" I replied. I thought to myself for a moment, "I'd like to..." "I told them I know you're good looking," Missy interrupted my dirty thoughts. "Oh, yeah?" I said, not really knowing how to react. "Well, I think you cleaned up pretty good yourself," I joked, pulling my baby sister into a half hug/half choker hold. "Do you have anything else you need to do today?" I asked, changing the subject. "No," she said, "but you have to take me to church in the morning." Ugh. Church. I hadn't been to church in so long, but I still remembered how stifling it was. I wasn't even sure if I'd brought along any good clothes for church. "I've got an idea," I said, turning the corner. "I'll pick up a pizza and a couple of movies and we'll get reacquainted tonight." "All right!" Chapter 3 I let her go pick out the movies while I placed the order and picked up the pizza. That was a big mistake, or so I thought at the time. She picked out one decent thriller, a chick-flick, and some hard PG rated movie with a lot of love scenes in it. After gorging ourselves on pizza and soda, Missy went back to her room and changed into her pajamas, except they weren't pajamas. Just as I had taken to sleeping in my underwear and a t-shirt, so had she. It was a large, baggy shirt, but she obviously wasn't wearing anything underneath. After the first movie, we watched the chick-flick. I'd seen it before because it was one Gwen dragged me to. It's amazing what guys will endure to get into a girl's pants. Still, it wasn't half bad, with some good sex scenes. They didn't show anything, but they came reeeal close to. Missy had settled into a position leaning up against my chest. I hoped she couldn't feel my erections as they came and went with the movie. "This is great," she said, breaking our silence. "I'm so glad you're home, even if it is only for a week. I've missed you." "I missed you, too," I answered. I hadn't really realized until then, but yes, I'd missed her. "I don't want to go to church in the morning." "Then don't go." "I have to go, everyone expects me there." I didn't know how to respond to that. I'd always thought Missy enjoyed going to church. "I hate always having to be so good." Little did I know then what she meant by that. "What's it like at school?," she asked. I thought she was changing the subject, but she was merely approaching it from a different angle. "Do you have a girlfriend?" "I've told you about Gwen," I answered. I'd written, emailed, and phoned home over the last several years. It wasn't like I was a complete stranger. "Yeah, I know," she said, never letting on that she had asked a question she already knew the answer for. "Do you love her?" "I don't know. Maybe. I guess so." "Are you two having sex?" I nearly choked on the soda I was drinking. Just the fact that my little sister and I were talking about sex made my balls feel like they were going to bust out of my jeans and run rampant. "Missy!" I blurted out. It was the only way I knew to respond. "Well, I know you had sex when you where living at home." "How would you know that?!?" I demanded. "This is a small town, and girls talk about as much as boys do. You're something of a legend at school. All the girls know about you," she explained. Then, while pretending to watch the movie, she dropped the bombshell: "I used to watch you." "Watch me what?!" "You know." Great, my sister had watched me fuck another girl. How much worse could this get? I decided to sidestep this issue by answering her original question. "Yes, Gwen and I are sleeping together," I said. That seemed to shut her up for a while. I got up to put in the last movie, trying hard not to let her see my hard-on doing so. I said something about how she shouldn't really have rented this movie, but since she had we might as well watch it. Then it occurred to me: was my sister still a virgin? As nonchalantly as I could manage, I asked her. "What about you, Miss? Are you seeing someone?" "You mean, have I slept with anyone?" My sister was sharp. "Well, yeah..." "In case you're wondering, no, I'm still a virgin," she said. Just as I thought to myself what great news that was, she blew it for me. "But, you know Mark Rogers? I let him feel under my blouse one time. That's when I found out how you can't keep anything a secret around here. He walked around thinking he was Tom Byron or something!" "Miss, how would you know about Tom Byron?" I asked. Could this get any worse? "I'm sorry, Jonny. I found your videos. Don't worry, no one else knows about them." Missy turned around to look at me and saw that I had turned several shades of red in embarrassment. "Ahhhhh... Jonny... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just that you've always been someone I could talk to. I can always be myself with you," she said as she turned to hug me. I felt like I had been hung out to dry. Here I was: with a sister who had grown from a baby into a babe, close up next to me, telling me that she had experimented with sex, found my secret stash of sex stuff, had watched me fuck at least one of my past girlfriends, that I was known all over the area for my prowess, and all the time with my dick making a pup tent out of my jeans. How could I respond? I didn't. I stayed pretty quiet the rest of the movie. It was after midnight when it finally ended. I told Missy I'd clean up in the morning, kissed her, and watched her go off to bed. That kiss, is when I finally admitted it to myself: I wanted to fuck my little sister. I wanted to be her first. I felt so sick. Chapter 4 She woke me up the next morning by jostling my shoulder. She had let herself in, later explaining that she had knocked at the door, but it hadn't wakened me. No wonder, I had been up until almost four, beating my meat so hard and so often thinking about her that I'm surprised I didn't go blind. I quickly showered and found some nice slacks and a tie, and then we drove to church. She was wearing a virginal looking dress, but I couldn't help but think of our conversation every time I looked at her. This was not my baby sister. This was not the little girl that only I could tease as we grew up. This was a young woman who had a small, demure, athletic body accentuated by beautifully well formed breasts, long, dark-blond hair, a smile that could melt hearts, and less than 12 hours ago she had discussed intimate details of our lives. When she mentioned the little idiot who caressed her breasts, could she know that that had immediately formed a mental image in my mind? While the minister droned on and on about his sermon, all I could think of what this girl next to me, and how I wanted to rip off that dress, spread her out across the pew, eat out her pussy until she screamed out to stop, then fucking her so hard and so long that she would pass out from the orgasm. Worse, the fact that she was my sister, and off-limits, made me want her more. I felt terrible. When we returned home, I went upstairs to the apartment and broke open a beer. I didn't even think of hiding it from her, she already knew too much about me. It was good that she didn't realize what a pervert I was. I watched the sports channel, and whatever else was on, nursing my beers along the way. After a while, Missy showed up at the door, and after asking to come in, I told her yes. She came in and sat down, and attempted to watch T.V. with me, but the silence was too tense. "Are you okay?" she asked. I wasn't drunk, but I was feeling no pain. I also wasn't completely consumed with lust, although I was still thinking about her. I nodded a yes. "Is this about last night?" she continued. "I'm sorry if I upset you. It's just that I trust you with this stuff." "Trust me?" I thought, "It's a wonder I haven't raped you yet." "I've got something else I want to talk to you about." she added. If my world hadn't changed enough in one day's time, it was about to change more. "I have a problem because I want to have sex, but I want to have it with a man I love and someone who won't tell everyone about it. Everyone knows me as a good girl, a good student, a goody-goody. I'm tired of it, but I don't want to ruin my image either. Sometimes I just want to be bad." I wasn't making a connection. I thought she was just getting whatever was bothering her off of her now-sizable chest. "...you're home for a week, away from your girlfriend, and you have needs. I know you do. Plus, I obviously excite you, and we love one another." I might have been in a beer-induced haze, but I picked up on what she was suggesting. I just didn't want to admit that I knew what she was suggesting, or that I had been thinking about it. "What do you mean?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer. "Well, I was thinking, we both want sex, we love each other, and we never want anyone else to know... ever..." "You want to FUCK me?!?" I raised my voice, not putting too fine a point on it. She sat there for a moment, silent. She couldn't say "no," because she'd be lying. She couldn't say "yes," because it was still unthinkable. "No!" I said. "No!" I repeated, as if by repeating it I could convince myself. "You're my sister. You're my baby sister. It wouldn't be right." It was my turn to fall silent. She started to cry, both of us wanted to hold each other, both as brother and sister, to console one another's bruised, raw feelings, and as lovers, to put an end to the sexual tension we both felt, but only I wouldn't acknowledge. Chapter 5 Why one of us didn't get up and walk away, I'll never know. For whatever reason, I leaned over, put my arm around her, and tried to stop her crying. "Missy," I said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't yell at you. I'm mad at myself, not you. All I've thinking about since yesterday is being with you. But it's just not right." "Why?!" she managed to get out between sobs, "I know you want to, and I want to. Why not?!" "It's just not right. C'mon, let's work through this." Missy had begun unknowingly leaning back against the couch and I followed her. Our hug lingered, I smelled her hair, and the next thing I know, we're kissing. I started placing small, tender kisses down her neck and behind her ears, and my fingers started cupping the undersides of her breasts. She let out a moan, and I kissed down her chest as I undid each button along her blouse. I was lost in the moment as she leaned forward to slip out of the blouse. I lifted it over her head. As her hands slipped out of the arm sleeves, she reached behind and unfastened her lacy bra. I kissed down along her breasts, pulling the bra towards me until her they fell free. They were every bit as beautiful as I'd imagined them: slightly more than one of my handfuls each, solid but fleshy, with a gentle upturn and nipples slightly smaller than quarters with a light brown tint to them. They were aroused, and I began suckling them as I pushed her back against the couch seat. I licked and kissed my way down along her stomach, her belly-button, and just above her pubic mound as I unfastened and tugged off her jeans, then her frilly panties. I stopped to admire her pussy, and noticed that she had shaved most of the hair off, leaving only a small patch directly above the clitoris. I came out of my haze, realizing that this was the point from which there was no return. This wasn't like playing doctor, where we could laugh about this when we were both old and gray, we were about to share an experience that only lovers share. I looked up, and asked, "Are you SURE this is what you want?" She closed her eyes, nodded, and mouthed a sensual "Uh huh." So that was it. We couldn't very well do it on the couch (although we would later) so I reached underneath her, picked her up, and carried her to my unmade bed. After laying her down squarely in the center, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, removed my shoes and socks, and began to undo my jeans. As I pulled my jeans down, I pulled my underwear along with them, and Missy's eyes flared as my erect member came into view. "Oh... Jonny! Fuck me!" my not-so-little sister pleaded. "I will...," I replied, "but first..." I kneeled onto the bed and took position between her legs, spreading them apart. She was visibly aroused, and could have began fucking right away, but I had other plans. I began to tongue around the folds of her pussy, periodically placing my entire mouth around her erect clit, and alternating between sucking and blowing. Missy's moans rose from a low, guttural sound into loud admonitions. "Oh! Oh! Mmmm! Yes! Suck me!" she yelled as I attempted to drive her wild. "Stacy told me!" Stacy was one of my old girlfriends, and obviously my reputation preceded me. I pulled away from between her legs and laid down on my back beside her. At first, Missy didn't know what to do, so I told her to get on top of me. As I held my dick straight up for her, she got the idea. "Your first time, you'll want to take it slow," I explained. "Just lower yourself down and tell me when you feel comfortable." She straddled her legs along my hips, grabbed my penis, and just held it for a few moments. "It's huge," she said, "and warm! And it's moving!" I knew my dick wasn't huge, but I wasn't in the mood to argue with her. "If you don't do something with it soon, we'll have to wait awhile before we can do this again," I said. Slowly, Missy positioned herself directly above my dick and began lowering herself onto me. Her pussy slowly slid half way down, then stopped. She looked down at me and said, "Here goes." She pressed down hard, until the resistance was overcome and she became a woman. Missy made a sound that sounded like a mixture of "Uh!" and "Oh!" "That didn't hurt as much as I thought it would," she told. "Well, that's it!" I responded, "You're not a virgin anymore." A wicked grin came across Missy's face, then turned into a more pleasurable expression as she started to grind her pussy around my dick. It didn't seem any tighter or hotter than any other girl I'd fucked before, but I couldn't get it out of my mind that this was my SISTER I was fucking. Who would've thought? My dick got harder at the mere thought. Some big brother I turned out to be. This was like putting the fox in charge of the hen house. Missy started ever so carefully moving up and down my cock. First she started with an inch... then more... until she was practically removing and reinserting it each time. I started to match her thrusts, propelling her upwards like an obscene puppet. "uh... uh... uh... Uhh... Uhhh... UHHH... UHHHH!" Her grunts started out low and increased in volume and intensity, keeping in time with our mutual poundings. Every once in a while, she'd stop fucking me long enough for me to fuck her, increasing the tempo of my thrusts. My balls were moving so fast they felt like they were hitting the sides of her pussy. I watched my little baby sister's tits move up and down and side to side as I used my legs and back to try and push my cock all the way up into her. Her now long hair kept falling away from behind her ear and neck and dangled between us, flipping and curving as we moved together. I moved my hands to her sides to help push her up and down along my cock. "Oh! Jonny! I love this! Fuck me! Fuck... me!" I'd unleashed something deep and forbidden in my sister. She glided up and down my dick using mostly her ass and hips, keeping her upper section almost motionless. I reached down underneath her butt cheeks and grabbed the smooth flesh, curling weights, only this time, the weight was my sister and she was fucking me within an inch of my life. "I can't stand this anymore," I told her. She thought I was going to cum, but I wasn't ready yet. I was going to make my baby sister's first time her best. She decreased her tempo and after coming to a stop I leaned to one side, turning her over on her back. My dick had popped out for a moment, so I took the time to spread her legs a little further and look at her for a moment. Her eyes were dilated, there were small beads of sweat between her breasts and on her stomach, and her clitoris stood erect underneath its little sheath. "C'mon, fuck me!" Missy couldn't stand to be without my prick very long. I leaned forward and guided my cock along her folds until it slipped in with one clean stroke. I supported myself by my arms, staying in a modified push-up position while bringing my hips back and forth, pushing my dick far into her warm, wet cunt, then withdrawing it, over and over again. Missy reached her arms up and dragged her fingers along my sides and back as I drove deep inside of her. Our tongues met and danced together as we kissed the way no siblings should. I was exploring every inch of her teenage body and loving every second of it. I felt her hands reach down between us and guide my cock into her tunnel. My arms began to get tired, so I laid my weight fully on top of hers, mashing her tits between us and mixing our sweat into larger beads that ran down our sides. I restarted thrusting, now moving our bodies together along the surface of the sheets. I looked up briefly to make sure I wasn't going to hit the headboard. She locked her legs underneath my butt, using them to pull me into her and not letting me leave, not that I wanted to. After several minutes had passed and I had regained some strength in my arms, I pushed myself back on my knees, lifted her legs up over my arms, and started plowing even harder. Missy couldn't suck on my tongue or nibble my neck any longer, so she just tilted her head back and moved it side to side as she moaned and babbled "Fuck me!" every so often. I bent her legs a little further back and alternately between the obscene look of unbridled passion on my sister's face and watching my dick enter into her and reappear moments later. Her tits regained their buoyancy, and bounced up and down with each thrust. "AAAAAaaaaaahhhhh!" Missy screamed, as she moved her cunt slightly from one side to the next, as much as my positioning allowed her. She threw her head back into the pillow as a long, crackling "Yessssssssssss!" escaped her lips. I'd done it. I'd brought my sister to an orgasm. A million As on a million mid-term exams wouldn't have brought me as much sheer, perverted pleasure as knowing that I'd just given my little 16 year sister her first orgasm in the throes of love-making. Then I felt it. The stream of my own cum had built up the pressure in my balls, and I felt it as it coursed upwards through my cock, exploding into Missy's pussy. I started to jerk and push in time with the streams of white semen as it was jetted up into the depths of my sister's vagina. "OOOHHHH! OOohhhhh! Ooohhhh! ooohhhhh!" she moaned in my ear as I collapsed on top of her, pushing my dick further up inside of her as I unloaded myself. Her cries lowered in intensity and speed as I slowed down. I kissed her deeply and fully, as if we were long lost lovers making up for lost time. When we broke our kisses, we attempting to catch our breath. Chapter 6 "Oh God, that was great!" Missy said, "I knew fucking would be great, but I never thought it would be so... well, great!" I'd never stopped pistoning into my sister, just slowed down as I came and regained my breath, but my dick was still as hard as a rock. I was just so horny and turned on over the fact that I'd had the best sex in a long time, maybe of all time, and it was with my younger sister! Maybe it was just because what we'd just done was so forbidden, so taboo, that it turned me on all that much more. What ever the reason, my dick was still hard, it was still buried deep in her pussy, and I hadn't collapsed from exhaustion yet, so I started plowing into her again. Missy had barely time to figure out what had happened to her, and here I was: rocking her back and forth, trying to puncture the back of her pussy again. "You want to do it again?!" she asked, but I didn't answer her, I just kept stroking long strokes into her. I stopped briefly to move her legs up over my shoulders, then started pounding into her, driving her deeper and deeper into the mattress. I pushed her thighs up against her chest, denying her enough air to vocalize the deep, guttural grunts she was trying to get out. After several minutes of fucking Missy into the bed, I withdrew and motioned for to roll over on her stomach and then lean up on her knees. She'd watched enough of my porno videos to know that I was going to fuck her doggy-style and she was ready. My sister has the cutest, little ass of any woman I've ever known. It isn't too fat, and it isn't too skinny, it's just right. Now it was being pushed up at me, and my dick was attracted to it like a moth to a flame. After moving a bit closer I positioned my cock directly underneath her, between her legs, and ran it along the valley until I'd found my mark. I grabbed her waist, arched my back, and rammed my dick home. Now that I had something to pull against I was able to fuck my sister in short, fast strokes, and I could see her tits hanging down below her wobbling in the mirror. Her juices, and my cum mixed together to form a suction that made squishy sounds as I withdrew my dick and shoved it back inside, over and over again. Missy's perfect little gymnast butt, covered with a thin film of sweat, slapped against my thighs. My baby sister started grunting in time with my thrusts, like a metronome of fucking. Missy moved from one position to another. One moment she was on all fours, pushing back against the cock she was impaled on, the next moment her arms would collapse, and she would lay her cheek against the sheets, sticking her butt up in the air. As she moved up on all fours again, she'd do the "hair flip" thing women so often do, only this time Missy wasn't doing it while primping in front of the mirror, this time she was getting her long hair out of her face while her older brother fucked her from behind. She'd grab clumps of the sheets and hold on for traction, and her sanity. I'd gotten my second wind, and I was sprinting toward the finish line. I felt the cum swell up in my balls, and I threw my head back while trying to thrust as far up into my sister as I could. My cock rippled with the explosions of semen that jetted up into her womb. Again and again, one more spurt followed another one, each a little less that the proceeding one, until I groaned and fell beside her, exhausted. I rolled over on my back, and Missy curled up against my side, each of us breathing deeply and dripping. "Oh, Jon," she sighed, "If I'd known it was that good, I would have started a long time ago." We just laid there for a while, and this serene smile came across Missy's face. I alternated thinking about how great the sex was, and reasons why I shouldn't have done it. I broke the silence first. "Missy, I'm sorry, I never should have done that." "What?!? That was fantastic!" she replied, "Besides, I practically raped you." "You can't rape a willing participant," I answered. "Look, you can't treat your brother the same way you do a boyfriend, or a lover. We can't get married, we can't have children, I don't even think we could live together without killing each other." "Yeah, I'd probably fuck you to death," Missy joked. When she laughed it moved our chests together and resonated. "Look: I'm not in love with you, I don't want to have your children, and I'm still your little sister. Things have just changed a little bit, that's all. You like sex, I like sex. You're away from Gwen, I need to keep my reputation. We can fuck like crazy all day long and no one will ever think twice about us. Plus, neither of us will ever tell a soul, because no one else would understand. It's the perfect solution to both our needs." She made so much sense. When did my sister get so smart? And she reminded me about Gwen. It was the first time I'd even thought about her all weekend. Missy and I spent the rest of the afternoon and the rest of the night in my apartment, mostly nude or half-nude. We took a shower together, and really enjoyed lathering each other up. We fixed dinner, then fell down together on the couch to watch T.V. We were like two young lovers, groping and fondling one another as we flicked channels and watched sitcoms. At some point, it occurred to Missy that someone might try and call the house, so she threw one her jeans and t-shirt, ran downstairs and grabbed the cordless phone. She turned off the lights, locked up the house, came back upstairs, and stripped off her clothes before climbing into bed with me. After a little cuddling we fell asleep, looking like two spoons, side by side. She hogged all the covers. We both slept in the wet spot. Chapter 7 I woke up with a hard-on, with the sun warming my face. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was my sister's devilish smile, dispelling my thought that everything I remembered was just a wet dream. "Mornin', Jon," Missy greeted. "Mornin', I responded, "what time is it?" "Almost 6:30, I need to get ready for school, and you need to drive me up there." "It's Monday, first class isn't until 10:00," I muttered. Obviously, I didn't fully realize she didn't mean my school. "C'mon, sleepyhead, get up!" I rolled over on my back, and yawned while stretching. "C'mon yourself, I have something that needs your attention..." "Oh no you don't, " she laughed, "we don't have time for that. The last time we fucked it lasted almost 2 hours, I have to be at school in one." But she did reach down and play with my dick a little while she said it. "Did you know your balls move?" she asked. "Yeah, " I replied, "it's called 'ball crawl.' I don't know why they move around, they just do. I know of a way I can make them move faster." I reached down between her legs and parted her pussy lips with my finger to accentuate my point. "No!" she raised her voice as she slipped out of the sheets. "I've got to get ready! Besides, we'll have all evening tonight." She stepped into the shower and rinsed herself quickly as I dozed off and dreamed of pounding my dick into that sweet, little snatch of hers. "...now!" was all I heard, and I was out of the bed, flying to put on my jeans and get into the car. The drive was only about 10 minutes, and I looked about like I felt. Missy looked like a princess. Before opening the door to get out, she reached over and stroked my dick underneath my jeans. She moved around to the driver's side and gave me a "brotherly" kiss. "I want to fuck you right here, but we have to keep up appearances," she explained. "Now, think about me, and don't jack off, I want there to be something worth coming home for." SPROING! My dick sprang to attention again. "Now, look disinterested like a regular brother and drive away," she ordered. I did my best to comply, but I had to reposition my seating on the way out of the parking lot to allow enough room for my renewed hard-on. After getting back home, I fixed myself some breakfast and moved about the house. I went in to my sister's room. Normally she'd probably throw a screaming fit if she knew anyone went into her room, but I figured since we'd just spent all the night before fucking each other silly, we probably didn't need to have any secrets between us. Missy's room was a typical girl's room: painted an off- white, she had a poster bed, little stuffed animals and figurines everywhere, posters of teenage-girl idols, the whole works. I wondered if it all would change, now that she'd become a woman. I puttered around the house for most of the day, slept a little more, took a shower, checked my email, and watched T.V., all the while wishing 3 o'clock would hurry up and get there. I almost felt hornier now that Missy and I had slept together than I did when it was just an unthinkable desire. Now I not only knew what it was like to fuck her, I knew we would be doing it again as soon as she got home from school. Three o'clock finally same around and I headed out for school to pick Missy up. I pulled up in the parking lot and waited for a while, managing to wave and speak to one of two of my former teachers. I was beginning to think that Missy was running late or something until someone told me that she was probably at cheerleader practice on the football field. "Missy? A cheerleader?" Although I'd never heard anything about her being a cheerleader, the more I thought about the more sense it made. She was athletic, she was energetic, she was good looking, and she was popular, what other requirements are there? I got out of the car and walked down to the bleachers on the field and took a seat. There she was, in her cute little blue and gold cheerleader uniform, bouncing up and down like she was on springs. I wondered if she was a little tired or sore between the legs from the night before. She saw me and waved, then continued on jumping and moving her pom-poms around. Between cheers, she and her friends would speak to one another, and after a while it became obvious that I was the topic of a least a few of those conversations. Her friends looked a lot like her, and I began to wonder what it would be like to lay them down and fuck their brains out. My cock stirred in my jeans again, for the 100th time that day, but this time I was watching the object of my lust, taking a perverse pleasure in knowing that I shared an obscene secret with the cute, bubbling, little all-American cheerleader on the field. The practice lasted almost an hour, and when it was over Missy came towards me and hugged me. "Sorry, I didn't tell you when to pick me up," she said, "Let's hurry up and get home." We walked to the car, and along the way Missy waved towards a football player headed for his car. "That's Michael," she explained, "He thought he could fuck me on the first date. Boy, was HE wrong." I started to feel anger and jealousy toward the kid until Missy brought me back to the obvious. "...but now I have YOU to fuck me." I smiled at the thought that I was getting in her pants anytime I wanted to, I was her first, and I was her only. Man, did I have it good, or what? Once we drove away from the school, Missy moved close enough to put her hands between my legs, and mine hers. From the waist up it looked like we were feet apart, but I had moved her panties to one side and was finger-fucking her pussy. "God, I wanted to tell everybody, but I just couldn't. I was horny all day long!" she said. "Joy thinks you have the hots for her." "Who's Joy?" I asked. "She was right in front of me at practice. You met her the other day. She thought you were staring at her." Then she begged the question, "...or were you?" I laughed. "No, I was thinking of another cheerleader's pom- poms I wanted to play with." "You want to play with my pom-poms?" A grin broke out across her face as she asked it. "Well, step on the gas and let's get home!" Missy went in first, closed the door behind me and locked it. From then on it was a blur of clothes flying as we made our way toward her bedroom. Mostly it was my clothes because I told her I liked the idea of fucking a cheerleader, and asked her to keep the uniform on. She sat on the side of her bed, but I quickly stood her back up, turned her around, and pushed her across the edge, pushing her against the bed with her ass sticking up. I pulled her panties off and drove my cock in to the hilt in one stroke. With almost no concern for her enjoyment I pummeled my dick mercilessly into her, pushing her further and further into the pretty pink bedspread. I could have been an animal for all it was worth, because everything I did, everything I thought, everything I was was concentrated into pushing my prick further up into her cunt. Nothing would stop me until I bathed her vagina with my sperm. My balls and thighs were making loud smacking noises as they slapped up against her upturned butt. The sounds she was making weren't even recognizable, just every deeper grunts in time with my body slamming into hers. I'd spread my feet apart and was leaning fully into this pussy. I was bitch-fucking a cheerleader! I was fucking my little teenage cheerleader sister in her own little pink princess room on her own little prim and proper bed, and she was speechless from the impacts! I felt it coming this time, and rammed my dick up as far as it would go before letting the jets of my cum blast their way into my sister's pussy. My knees became a little weak and I yelled out as I released my sperm far up inside her. When the last spurt trickled out I staggered back, then sat down beside her. Breathing heavily, Missy spoke first. "Damn, Jon! I was only gone for eight hours! What are you trying to do? Kill me by fucking me to death?" Missy moved over closer to me and started deep kissing me. "But I loved it! I think you scratched the itch I've had all day." We laid there for about twenty minutes just catching our breath and playing with each other's private parts. I moved back a little further along the bed and Missy started to lick and suck my now limp cock without much success. I had put everything I had into fucking her royally, and now I was spent. "Maybe it's for the best," she said, "I'm hungry for other things, too," and went off to fix up both something for dinner. She never put her panties back on. Chapter 8 Missy stood over the sink as she peeled and washed the carrots and baby potatoes for dinner. She had already prepared most of the meal by the time I'd come to my sense and entered the kitchen. Almost the same time, the phone rang. "Hello?" Missy answered the phone. "Oh, hi Mom!" her eyes lit up in surprise and silently urged me to remain silent. "I'm okay. How's Hawaii?" she continued. I saw the chance to have a little fun at my sister's expense. My hard-on had returned, and I pressed it between her butt cheeks as I pressed her against the kitchen counter. I reached around with my hand and played with her wet pussy. "Oh YEAH?! Cool!" Whatever they were discussing, Missy had disguised her shock and pleasure of what I was doing to her as excitement for whatever Mom and Dad did in Hawaii. I bent my knees a bit and moved my dick between her legs until I found the spot and pushed in, slowly. I began quietly, slowly humping into her from behind and playing with her around front. Missy closed her eyes and licked her lips, but never missed a beat. Luckily my Mom is a talker, and once she starts a sentence there's hardly ever a period. Missy would stifle the lust in her voice for the brief moments she answered my Mom's questions or showed interest with the occasional "yes," "no," and Uh-huh." All the while I slide my dick back and forth, pushing Missy's body into the counter and her mind toward quiet ecstasy. "No, I don't know why there's no answer. Maybe he's in the backyard." Missy managed to say without pausing. "You want me to go get him? Okay, hang on..." My little sister set the phone down on the counter top, leaned over a bit, and reached behind her self to pull as much as she could of me into her. I started to stop, but she mouthed the word "wait," and I pumped two or three more times before I withdrew and took a moment to catch my breath. "Hi, Mom," I started. "No, I was out in the backyard. Yeah, everything's okay. No, she's no trouble. We're getting along great." I should have expected it, but suddenly I felt Missy sucking on my balls. Luckily, she'd done it at the precise moment I wasn't talking or my voice would have gone up an octave. "I know, no parties." Here I was, listening to the rules again. Only this time, I'd broken an unspoken rule, and my sister was down on her knees blowing me to prove it. "Yes, Mom... No... No..." Now I was doing it, I was punctuating my Mom's chatter with monosyllabic sentence. While my 16 year old sister was practically deep-throating me I was listening to my mother thousands of miles away talking about the plane flight and her hotel room overlooking Waikiki. It was insane. I was about to blow my nut when I fought it back just in time to hear my Mom say, "Here's your Dad." "Hi, Dad, yeah everything's okay. No, nobody's called for you. Okay, room 319. Got it. Okay, have a good time, don't worry about us. See you Saturday. Love you too, Bye..." No sooner had I laid the phone down on the hook as I raised my voice and said, "Oh yeah! You're gonna get it!" Missy continued to suck back and forth on my dick, and I fucked it into her mouth. A few seconds later I announced it: "Here it comes!" Missy sucked in as much as she could as the first spurt hit the back of her throat. I think I felt her moaning around my dick as the others followed, but then she opened her mouth and caught most of it as it shot onto her tongue. Some of it missed and hit her cheek, where it started to drip down towards her neck. After I'd pumped the last of my load and caught enough breath to speak, I screamed, "Shit! What if they heard something? What if I'd shot off right as they were listening?!" "Hey, brother, you're the one who started fucking first! Besides, they're never going to think we're fucking each other, That's the beauty of it, as long as we're careful to keep up appearances, we can fuck all night and no one will ever suspect." And you know, she was right. We fucked each other for years and no one was ever the wiser. We washed our hands, and finished preparing the meal and fed it to one another like lovers do. Except we were a brother and a sister, naked, watching television, and feeding each other in between kisses. Chapter 9 That Tuesday afternoon Missy spread out over the couch, doing her homework, while I surfed the 'Net. I hit my usual pages for a while, then it occurred to me I had a new interest, so I went to a search engine and searched on the word "incest." I didn't find a whole lot of pages, but I did find one called "Mr. Double's." After checking out the page, I found a whole bunch of stories dealing with family members fucking one another. "Hey, Miss!" I called to my sister, "Check this out! There are sex stories about us on the web!" Missy came over and sat next to we while we read the stories on the computer screen.We both started to get horny as we read, and Missy slipped her hand into my shorts and rubbed my now-hard cock. Next, I looked over the available newsgroups, and sure enough, there was an alt.sex.incest. We looked over several photographs that had been scanned and determined that nearly all of them had been lifted from porno movies (I even recognized some of the actresses) or were clearly child- pornography. "These people wouldn't know a brother and sister fucking if it was in their living room!" Missy declared. And then, it hit me: Why not post pictures of me and Missy fucking? Missy was against the idea, until I explained that there were ways of disguising the people so we wouldn't be noticed, and of hiding the email address so we couldn't be traced. Once I explained that, she was onboard. I grabbed my portable video camera, took the wrapping off a new video tape, and got everything ready. I found my tripod, and after focusing in on the bed, proceeded to strip down. I spent the first few minutes posing Missy as she undressed. After she was fully naked and had spread her legs for the camera, I focused one last time, then moved over to the bed to join her. It was awkward getting started, but after the first few minutes I almost forgot the camera was there. I ate her out until she came, then I inched up until I could draw her legs around me and fuck away. The charge I got from riding my little sister was almost as big as the first time we fucked. We started out in a missionary position, then I doggy-fucked her for several minutes. and then finished up with her on top of me. We fucked up a sweat, literally. It turns out we didn't position ourselves as well as we could have, plus the sound was acting up, and I came inside of her. We still had plenty of tape left, so we waited a little while, took a shower together, then filmed our fuck- session again for more footage. We even played back the original session to get us hot and ready for the second. I never realized how loud I was, grunting as I thrust hard into my teenage sister's cunt. Missy even turned toward me and playfully asked, "Do I really whimper like that?" We spent the next half hour or so fucking again, moving to the same positions, but in a different order and a little less frenzied this time. I came inside of her again, but looking back I'm glad I didn't try and do a professional- style porno cum shot because that would have made people wonder if some spammer just digitized a porno tape. We just fell asleep in each others arm. I woke up after 3:00 AM to feel Missy playing with my balls, but I was just too tired... After dragging myself out of bed to drive her to school, I headed back to the house and started editing together the footage into a MPEG. I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out, but obscuring the eyes of both of us turned out to be a pain-staking bitch of a job. I posted the MPEG to several newsgroups through an anonymous remailer, sat back and waited. I didn't have to wait long. Within an hour I was getting email after email with questions and requests for more. "Is that chick really your sister?", "How old is she?", "AOL didn't post all the parts, could you repost them?", "You limp dick, the cap only lasted 5 minutes.", "Having sex with your sister is a sin against God." Oh well, I guess you can't please everybody. I picked Missy up after school and immediately showed her the MPEG and the responses. She dropped down to her knees and blew me right there! Missy and I spent the rest of the weekend falling into a routine. She'd go off to school, I'd pick her up afterwards, she'd do her homework while I fixed dinner (or went into town to pick it up), then after dinner we'd make ourselves comfortable and screw all the excess energy out of one another. I quickly learned that she had a lot more energy than I did, so in an effort to tire her out, I became quite good at spreading her shapely little legs and eating her pussy for hours (or what seemed like it.) Then, like old married couples, we'd set the alarm and go to bed, cradling each other like spoons. Thursday night I woke up with a hard on, so I just slipped it between her legs, and gently rocked into her from the side while reaching around to grope her breasts or spread her pussy lips. Saturday morning we both woke up early because we knew this would be our last day together. Well, not our last day together, but our last chance to openly fuck before our parents got home. We both sort of woke up at the same time, and after smiling and saying "good morning," we started with a sweet, brother/sister kiss that escalated into a "if we're gonna fuck, we'd better do it now" kiss. This time we took our time. It was practically as if we were lovers, which in every way except one, we were. We both knew that we could never love each other as a husband and wife does, but we did love one another, and we had been intimate, but this was a tender time together. It was if we were saying "thank you" and "goodbye" at the same time. I kissed down along her neck... to her shoulders... I suckled at her large, shapely breasts. I tongued along her flat, athletic stomach... around her cute "inny" belly button... then gently stabbed the tip of my tongue between the spread folds of her pick, womanly labia. She moved in rhythm with my licking, moaning and whimpering as I brought her to climax after climax. We moved as if we shared the same mind into a mutual position where I could continue to make love her with my tongue while she did the same. I felt her licking along the edges of my testicles, only to switch to my penis and slowly take in as much as she could into her mouth. I couldn't see what she was doing, and I was busy servicing her, but I'm positive she was able to swallow all of me. We moved again in the missionary position, and we kissed like lovers as I slowly began to thrust inside of her. My head moved to one side of hers as we rocked together. I felt the back of her head rise and fall against the pillow, and she reached down with her fingernails, digging them gently into my back and buttocks. We rocked and rocked, never breaking the rhythm until I exploded into my little "baby" sister, who had become more of a woman than I've ever known. The rocking slowed until finally I was spent, and we lay there for a few minutes. I started to withdraw and roll over, but she held me close, saying "not yet." Then, I think I heard a sniffle. After several minutes between the legs and the arms of sister, we both rose up, walked into the shower together, and washed one another gently. She put on a robe, and after checking to be sure the coast was clear, went downstairs into the house to get ready to go to the airport. I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, then went around the apartment cleaning up and removing anything that might lead someone to suspect what went on there that week. We drove to the airport, speaking very little to one another. We were reverting to brother and sister after coming to learn about one another in ways no brother and sister should. Meeting Mom and Dad at the gate, we all hugged and began listening to all of the tourist stories. Mom asked if Missy had been any trouble, and I could honestly say she'd been "no trouble at all." Mom was amazed at how much the house looked like we "hadn't even been there." Missy and I just grinned at one another. The day went by fast, with me packing up my stuff for the trip back to school the next day. Mom said she wanted me to go to church in the morning, but I got out of it saying that the trip was going to be long and I needed an early start. We agreed that we'd all say our goodbyes as I left and the rest of the family went to church. Later that night, Missy crept out of the house in the middle of the night and slipped between my sheets for a quick fuck. She managed to get back to her own bed without ever being caught. The next morning we all met out in the driveway, everyone in dress clothes except me. We hugged and kissed, I even managed to goose Missy without being caught. I hoped into my car and pulled out after telling Mom and Dad (and my sister) that I'd be home for both Thanksgiving and Christmas that year, saying it with a gleam in my eye as I looked at Missy. That was almost 3 years ago now. Missy is now 18 years old and a freshman at the same college I graduated from and now in grad school, teaching classes as well. Missy is even in one of my classes, where she sits on the front row and seldom wears panties. She's never late to my class because I convinced Mom and Dad to pay for a local two-bedroom apartment so I can "keep an eye on her." I keep an eye on her, all right. That second bedroom is hardly ever used. 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