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Hello reader. This is the second part of what looks to be a 6- to 10-part story, unless my characters do something to take me by surprise. Since this is a fictionalized account based on real events in my life, that’s probably not too likely. If you haven’t already read Sis and I Part 01 – Hard Lessons, might I recommend you read that first? There will be some references here to things that have already occurred, and it will make more sense if you read them in order.
I want to thank everyone who left comments on Part 1. I do read and consider them all, and I hope I’m applying some of the constructive criticism to my writing. I also like hearing what you would like to see, though adding specific acts or changing the pace of the story is less likely to happen.
I’m finding that my story-telling style focuses more on plot and the relationships between the characters than what I read in a lot of stories on Literotica. That said, things won’t progress too quickly for these characters. The reality of incest is that it’s not easy to overcome societal conditioning, and there are real-life consequences that must be considered. Since I’m really ‘Jim’ and my older sister, who I loved more than my own life, was really ‘Nancy’, please understand I have a lot invested in these protagonists, and they deserve more from me than an ‘I came, I saw, I fucked, I came’ approach. I know this isn’t to everyone’s taste, and I’m good with that. If it’s not your thing, you’ll probably find other writers’ stories you like better; no hard feelings. If, though, you appreciate the way I tell the story, I hope to keep you entertained and aroused. Let’s get started, shall we?
*****
“I’m really glad to see you two getting along so well these days,” Mom said to us.
Nancy and I were doing the dinner dishes tog, letting mom relax. With my work schedule, I only got to eat dinner with the family a couple of times a week, and tonight it had just been the three of us.
The baby of the family, little sister Kristin, had recently turned 16, and had gotten her first job. So tonight, while Mom, Nancy and I had enjoyed Nancy’s famously delicious fried chicken and her notoriously lumpy mashed potatoes, Kristin was asking strangers if they wanted fries with that. Poor kid!
“Yeah,” Nancy replied, elbowing me in the ribs. “Now that this little booger has grown up, he’s a LOT more fun to be around!” She turned to face me, her back to our mom, and I saw the tip of her tongue snake out from between her lips. Nancy slowly, seductively licked from one corner of her mouth to the next, then winked at me.
Just then, my niece, Nancy’s 8-month-old daughter, started to cry from her playpen. Mom got up to get her from the family room, always eager for some grandbaby time.
“Well, I’m just glad ONE of us has grown into a decent adult, Mom,” I called. “Unfortunately, your oldest is still the same bossy dictator she always was!” I flicked my fingers at my older sister, splashing her with dishwater and suds.
“Dictator?!” Nancy mock-protested. “You call your own beloved sister a dictator?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, sis,” I whispered. “I meant dick taster. I get those two confused sometimes!”
Nancy whipped her head toward the family room to be sure Mom wasn’t around. “Hey, that’s too much!” she whispered back. “You can’t be saying things like that with mom around! Besides, it’s not even true.”
Sadly, she was right. Although over the last few weeks, Nancy and I had continued to play and have great orgasms with each other, I hadn’t yet been able to get her past her ‘no touching’ rule. Sure, she would let me shoot my load in her mouth as long as my dick didn’t touch her, or take me into her mouth if her panties were wrapped around my cock, and I had rubbed and licked her to orgasm through her panties on a number of occasions, but as of yet, there hadn’t been any actual genital contact for either of us.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I whispered back. “You have no idea what my dick tastes like; my cum, though, is another story!” I laughed. “I guess that makes you a cumtator, not a dictator!”
“Speaking of which,” Nancy replied, taking another quick glance to the family room, where we could hear Mom cooing to her only grandchild, “it’s been a few days. Are you getting bored with your big sis?” Sure that Mom wasn’t on her way back in, Nancy reached down, grabbed my cock through my shorts and gave it a not-entirely-pleasant squeeze that still felt amazing, coming from my own sister.
“Owww…. ohh, fuck!” I moaned through gritted teeth, “not a chance of that, gorgeous.” My sister was my fantasy woman, and had been for years. She was beautiful, to be sure, her long, wavy brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkling now as she fondled my dick, her full lips parted in unfulfilled longing. Nancy’s body was also the stuff of wet dreams – in my case, literally – an absolute hourglass figure, her full breasts and wide hips just oozing sexuality. But she was etimesgut escort more than that to me, and always had been. Teacher, co-conspirator, mentor and friend, Nancy was, to me, the whole package.
“That’s good to hear,” she said quietly, loosening her grip on my cock to a more enjoyable level. “Maybe tonight, you’ll come see me.” Giving me a final squeeze, she removed her hand. “I kind of miss my pervert brother when we don’t hang out.”
Weeks earlier, a happy series of events disclosed a mutual attraction I wasn’t sure Nancy had ever realized, and since then, we’d been using each other for sexual gratification but not, due to Nancy’s rules, “doing any creepy incest stuff.”
“Definitely tonight, beautiful,” I say, leaning toward her and biting her lower lip enough to hurt – just the way she liked it. Nancy moaned and pressed her body against me, rubbing full-on to remind me of what she had to offer.
I mean, really, was I going to complain about getting off with my beautiful sister, even if she placed limits? Nancy got to me more without direct contact than any of my girlfriends ever had.
*****
Oddly, one person who unwittingly benefitted from my sister and my unconventional relationship was my actual girlfriend, Kata, an exchange student I met on the first day of my senior year in high school. Kata and I had our first date the second week of school, and had been exclusive until… well, until Nancy.
Despite the intensity of the sex Nancy and I had, I was still focused almost to the point of obsession on the idea of actually fucking her. I sometimes fantasized about Nancy when I was with Kata; strange, as they couldn’t have looked any different. Kata was a Scandanavian beauty, about 5′ 5″ tall, with green eyes, long blonde hair that she wore straight, reaching halfway down her back, and a petite body with perky B-cup breasts and a tight ass that looked amazing in tight blue jeans.
The previous weekend, Kata and I had been swimming at the house of her host family, the people sponsoring her year in the U.S. She had been swimming underwater and, on surfacing, had flipped her head back to keep her hair off of her face, the movement of her hair sending a cascade of water arcing above and behind her. It was a move I’d seen Nancy do all our lives, and I was instantly hard.
I swam over to Kata and wrapped my arms around her waist. Her hands went around my neck and I kissed her lips softly. “I need you so badly, rakas,” I said, using the Finnish word for ‘darling’ or ‘love’. Kata reached down and massaged my hardon through my swim trunks as I swam us to the side of the pool, Kata facing away from her house, and pulled off her bikini bottoms.
“Oooh, Jiiiim,” she said nervously. I loved the way my name sounded with her accent. “My host parents are here. We cannot do it now.”
Kata was a girl who needed to be encouraged from time to time. Once she was turned on, though, she had an incredible sexual appetite, and really enjoyed the risk of public sex.
I slid my hand between her legs, my fingers going directly to the slit I’d come to know so well the past 7 or 8 months. Kata’s arms tightened around me and she squeezed her eyes tightly. “Oooh, Jiiiim, that feels amazing. You drive me up the wall!” I continued to rub and caress her pussy, my fingers spreading her lips, rubbing up and down her slit. I could feel the slickness of her juices and knew she wouldn’t take much convincing soon.
“Reach down and stroke me,” I whispered in her ear. “Let’s enjoy touching for a while.”
Kata’s hand on my cock felt amazing. I knew that touching me always got her horny, and our mutual fondling would absolutely end up with my hard cock buried inside her incredibly tight pussy.
We touched and we caressed; we kissed and we stroked. We moaned and we lusted.
Before long, I felt Kata begin pushing down my swimsuit. “We have to be very quiet, and very quick,” she said, looking nervously over her shoulder toward the house.
Pulling her up onto the tip of my cock, I thought quick wouldn’t be a problem right now. Kata wriggled and resettled herself, wrapping her legs tight around my waist, then sank fully onto my engorged cock. The sensation of sliding into her was almost revelatory in its bliss. Her tight, 18-year-old pussy squeezed at my cock as I went deeper inside her, inch by inch, until I was fully buried.
We moved slowly, grinding our bodies together. If anyone had looked out from the house, it would have looked like two young people simply embracing
Beneath the shimmering surface of the water, though, our firm young bodies worked in delicious harmony, our movements synchronized for maximum pleasure. Kata rhythmically tightened and released her pussy muscles and I repeatedly flexed my hard cock, my pelvis moving slowly forward and back, our bodies pressed tight together.
I slid one hand between us, wanting to get my fingers on her clit, etimesgut escort bayan now swollen and protruding, signaling this young beauty’s arousal. It took less than a minute of pressing and rubbing her with my fingers as my cock slid back and forth in agonizingly small increments and Kata went over the edge. Her arms and legs
tightened around me as her orgasm rushed over her.
I felt Kata’s teeth sink into my neck as she came, biting down slightly to muffle her cries. She rocked back and forth on my cock frantically now, all thoughts of being caught far-removed from her brain as she gave herself over completely to the power of her climax.
I continued to move inside her, feeling my own orgasm nearing. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Nancy on my cock, my beautiful sister grasping me close as she grinded against me, reveling in the physical pleasure of our incestuous union. Nancy murmuring her words of pleasure and joy as she rode me, orgasm following orgasm, scratching and biting in response to the intensity of her lust and love.
It was the thought of my own sister that pushed me over the edge. Not wearing a condom, I warned Kata I was ready. She quickly lifted off of me, sank beneath the water’s surface and took my cock into her mouth just as I began to shoot. I erupted into her mouth, still imagining my sister as I released my seed, the thoroughly taboo nature of my fantasy intensifying my orgasm…
Surfacing after swallowing my cum, Kata was very cuddly. “Jiiiim,” she moaned, “you were so intense, like wild animal. I love you, rakas…”
Should I have felt bad that in my mind, it wasn’t Kata I was fucking?
*****
Mom went to bed early enough that night that Nancy and I had about an hour before Kristin was due to be home from work.
“How nice is it,” Nancy began, as we sat on our couch, my legs spread, her sitting between them with her back to my chest, “that now we get the chance to sit here like this? I think I’ll like Kristin having a job.”
My hands were under the thin blanket we’d thrown over us, beneath Nancy’s shirt, and I was idly playing with my sister’s nipples, tweaking them, rolling them between thumb and index finger, while feeling Nancy press closer to me, knowing that she could feel the ache of my desire as my erection pressed into her back.
“It could make things more difficult, though,” I said. “You know she’s not going to go right to bed when she gets home, right? She’ll be up late, meaning we’ll have to wait until much later for our special brother/sister time. I mean, it’s not like we can ever let her know what we’re doing.”
“Shit, I hadn’t thought about that. Let’s move this to my room – now!” Nancy stood up, quickly folding the blanket before turning around to face me, her gaze going to the bulge in my shorts. “Oooh, baby brother – look how hard you are! Did my pervert get turned on groping his sweet older sister’s big titties? Poor guy… what can I do to satisfy your perversion tonight, brother?”
“I think tonight I want us to 77,” I whispered as we walked past the closed door of my mom’s bedroom, my hands all over my sister’s perfect ass.
“77? What’s that?” Nancy asked.
“Well,” I tell her, “it’s like 69, but you get ate more.” Nancy stared at me blankly. “Get it? 8 more?”
Nancy just shook her head in mock exasperation. “You know, sometimes it’s ok if you don’t talk at all,” she said with a smile.
“Well, then, I’ll just keep my mouth shut unless I have my tongue sticking out.”
“NOW you’re talking!” Nancy replied, as she turned to kiss me, dragging me willingly into her bedroom. Her tongue pressed deep into my mouth as her lips moved sensually over mine. I swung the bedroom door shut behind me and my hands went straight for her very large breasts.
“Keep it in check a sec, stud,” she said, pushing away from me. “I’ve got a kiddo to move.”
Nancy quickly took her daughter from her crib and to my room. As she came back into the room, she was already removing her shirt and bra.
“Took you long enough,” I replied from her bed, where I was already naked and hard. Nancy detoured to her laundry hamper, where she rummaged until she found yesterday’s panties – a tiny black pair that was my favorite to see her in. Her ‘no touching’ rule meant she always kept her panties on while I licked or rubbed her pussy, so the other pair was what she would stroke me with before taking my panties-wrapped cock into her mouth.
I laid on my back and Nancy crawled over me, having stripped off her shorts. I was treated to the sight of my sexy sister’s mound encased in sheer yellow panties. The color of her panties left her dark pubic hair visible, and they clung so well I clearly saw the shape of her full outer labia and the coveted cleft between.
Nancy settled herself over me and lowered her crotch to meet my mouth. I kissed her panties over her slit, my hands wrapping around escort etimesgut to grab the backs of her thighs. “Mmmmm,” I moaned, “I just love the smell of my big sister’s hot, wet cunt.” I kissed her with my mouth open, pressing the top of my tongue flat against her and moving my head up and down.
Nancy had wrapped her panties around my cock and was stroking my shaft slowly. I felt her warm breath on me just before she took the head of my cock into her mouth, her tongue lapping against the top of my head, agonizingly separated from contact by her thin panties.
I began swirling my tongue over her mound, feeling her lips spread wide in invitation, tasting the first of her arousal in the liquid now seeping through her sheer bikini briefs. Nancy began to move her hips around over me, guiding my tongue just where she needed it as she continued to grip me, stroking and caressing my fully erect cock. She pulled her mouth off of me to say “Damn, baby brother, I fucking love what your tongue does for me!”
I sank my fingers into her thighs and pulled her closer to me, angling my head so that my tongue pressed against her clit. Nancy’s moaned loudly and her body responded; I felt her panties get wetter as her arousal grew.
I moved away from her clit, placing my tongue high on her inner thigh, just against the leg of her panties, and trailing the tip of my tongue along the fabric of her thin panties. That is such a delicious, and neglected, spot on the female body. Lips, tongue and teeth can do some amazing things for a woman there, but….
“Noooo…. that’s too much, baby brother” Nancy panted, pulling away from me. “No touching when we’re playing, damnit!”
I returned my tongue to her panties-covered pussy, then paused to say “I really want to taste your juices when they’re fresh from the source. I wasn’t going anywhere under your panties, sis.” I pressed my tongue against her clit and began moving so my tongue moved up and down over her hard nub.
“Well,,,ooooh, oh, yeah….oh, that’s good, baby brother…. You know…. we can’t… do that…. Sorry if you… think… I’m a… bitch….OH FUCK YES!… but there are… some things… we… just… can’t do.”
I admit, I was getting pissed off by her reluctance, but I needed Nancy to reach the point on her own where she saw how ludicrous it was to have drawn that line. I’d find a way to speed up the process, damnit! I knew my sister was following her own internal sense of right and wrong, but in my mind, she was just delaying the inevitable.
The fact is, I thought as Nancy stroked the shaft of my cock while licking and sucking the head, I’ve gotten more than I ever imagined already. Not too long ago, I was thrilled just to see my sister in her bra and panties. Enjoy what you’ve got, Jim, I thought as I my sister came, flooding her panties but, due to her damned panties, only mildly dampening my face.
I followed soon after, and Nancy moved off of me, turned so she was lying alongside me, one leg thrown over mine, and sucked my cum from her panties, a look of pure satisfaction on her face.
*****
Over the next couple of weeks, things kept going on the same way. Nancy and I would take the time we could to indulge our desires, stealing moments when we could or hours when the chance of being discovered was low, enjoying each other’s bodies, sure, but also both realizing a closeness that was growing more powerful day by day.
Things might have continued on that way for quite a while, but fortunately for both of us, fate intervened in the form of my friend Bill, who, wanting to ‘make the most of the end of high school’ had quit his job a month earlier. Bill was going to college out of state, so he figured he wouldn’t really miss the job.
Eventually, he found himself running out of cash, and came to me. In exchange for some cash, Bill provided me with a half-ounce of Humboldt County green bud that he had picked up on a trip to California over spring break.
One night, with Mom and Kristin out of the house overnight for some advanced college placement opportunity our brainiac little sister had qualified for, I suggested Nancy find a sitter and we could partake in one of her former favorite pastimes.
It was a perfect night. We didn’t need to rush, we had no concerns of being caught, and we had some high-quality herbal entertainment. We shared a light supper, put a rented movie in the VCR, and smoked a couple of bowls.
“Wow,” Nancy said as she started to feel the effects of the weed, “I haven’t done this in years. This feels fucking great!”
“But does it feel as great as fucking?” I asked, my mind feeling pleasantly cloudy.
“In its own way, probably yeah,” Nancy replied. “But it’s been a while since I’ve actually been fucked, so….”
“So you don’t even remember?”
“Ugh! Maybe something like that,” Nancy said with a laugh. “That’s sad, isn’t it?”
“We could easily remedy that for you,” I suggested hopefully, laying alongside her on the blanket we’d spread on the living room floor and sliding my hand between my sister’s legs.
“Hey, now!” Nancy said with a grin, “I’m a married woman, remember?”
“And a mother, too,” I replied, sliding my hand up under her shirt and bra, my fingers raking over her nipple, causing Nancy to moan and bite her lower lip.