Aish and I were born five years apart, with me being older. I went away to college when she was in seventh grade. When I graduated from college, I got a job 100 miles from home. She graduated from high school, got married and pregnant, not necessarily in that order. So the only time we were close was when I was in high school and she was a young kid. I guess that’s why I still think of her as that young kid, even though she’s 38 years old.
The guy she married was a real jerk. My parents didn’t like him, so the only way she could marry him is to get pregnant, which is what happened. He couldn’t hold a job and was unemployed most of the time. He didn’t care as long as he had money to go hunting and fishing. They eventually moved away from my parents, although they relied heavily on support from them. My father bought houses for them to live in and sent money for them to live on. Their child was the only reason my sister stayed with the jerk.
Finally her son graduated from high school and enlisted in the navy to get away from his father. That was all my sister needed; she packed up her bags and moved back in with my parents. She tried to get a job, but she wasn’t having any luck. My parents wanted to sell their house, move to Florida and retire to the warm climate. However, with my sister living with them, they felt an obligation to stay until she got back on her feet.
Here is where I enter the picture. I have been divorced for five years and I live alone in a fairly large sized house, so I invited my sister to come live with me. Jobs were more plentiful where I lived, so she would have a better chance at getting a good paying job. Also, I would have someone to live with me and I could get to really know my sister.
Everyone agreed with my suggestion and I went up to my parents’ place to help her move. She didn’t have much, some clothing and a few other personal items. The clothing she had was out of style and well worn. So, after I got her settled in my house, we went shopping. She didn’t want to take any money from me, but I convinced it was just a loan until she got a job and then she could pay me back.
I took her to some of the nicer women’s clothing stores. Thank goodness I went with her, she’s a very pretty woman, but insisted on trying on clothing that made her look matronly.
She’s about 5′ 8″ tall and weighs around135 pounds. She has a very good figure, nice bust, small waist and well formed hips and ass. She didn’t have much fat on her. She said they didn’t have enough money to buy enough food for her to get fat. I finally convinced her to try on clothing that showed off her figure. I picked out some dresses and blouses that had a neckline that accentuated her boobs. I made her try on dresses that were cut above the knee and showed off her legs. She was modeling the clothes for my approval. I started to realize that I was getting aroused by my sister.
I then took her to a hair stylist and had them change the way she wore her hair. She had long straight hair; she said her husband wouldn’t let her wear it any other way. When they were finished with her she looked beautiful and sexy. All of a sudden I started to look at my sister in a different way. After all, I had not had a date in over two years and the closest thing to a sexual experience was one that I shared with my hand. However she was my sister, my kid sister, I told myself to put those thoughts out of my mind and just be happy to have her for company.
She kept my house clean, cooked for me and did my laundry. I was in heaven. It was good to have someone to talk with, when I came home from work. We spent many evenings catching up on lost time. The more we talked about our adult lives, the more we found out we had similar unhappy marriages. Our spouses were people who weren’t happy with their lives, so they made sure we weren’t happy with ours.
Aish’s husband, aside from being an unemployed bum, was also someone who berated Aish constantly, telling her she was stupid, ugly, a poor cook, too skinny They had no sex lives, he was either drunk or out screwing the town slut, leaving her home alone to raise their son. If they had sex, he yelled at her and told her she was rotten in bed.
She was a person who had a very high sex drive, so this lead to her having to please herself. She was too afraid of him to have an affair. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t leave this creep earlier.
My wife was not interested in sex either. If I suggested anything other than the missionary position, I was label a pervert. When we were first married, we had sex once or twice a week. That soon trailed off to once or twice a month and then it just stopped completely. The last three years of my marriage, my wife and I lived in separate bed rooms and barely communicated. It was only when her parents became ill and a prospect of inheritance came into the picture, that she agreed to a divorce.
Friday, I came home from work and was greeting by my sister wearing one of her sexy new outfits. She ran to me, gave me a big hug and a big kiss on the lips. I was told she got a job and I was taking her out to celebrate. She had made reservations at a fancy restaurant. The food was good, the setting was romantic and the wine was excellent. I hadn’t had such a good time in years and years, she hadn’t either. We went to a pub, close to my house, had a few drinks and talked for about an hour. She was so relaxed and happy. She didn’t believe how good her life was and she owed it all to me. She almost started to cry when she thanked me.
The alcohol was having an affect on me, so I suggested we go home to continue our celebration, she agreed, but when she got up, she was unsteady on her feet. Walking to the car, she was a little tipsy and she started to fall. I reached out to prevent her from falling, and grabbed her right in the boobs. I immediately started to apologize, but she just giggled and said “I was the first person to gab her tits in a long time and it felt good”. I replied “that it was a long time since I felt a woman’s breasts and I enjoyed it too.”
We were still laughing about our little incident when we got home. I told her “it’s a good thing she was my sister or she wouldn’t be safe in the house tonight.” Aish looked at me with a kind of sexy mischievous look on her face and said “What would I do if she wasn’t my sister.”
I though I’d play along with her, so I replied. “I’d first take you in my arms and kiss you. Then I’d kiss your neck and nibble your ears, while I unbuttoned your blouse. When you blouse was undone I’d take off your bra and kiss and your boobs.”
She came close to me and said “Oh Shahzad, I’d like that very much. You have given me so much happiness; you’ve been everything a sister could want in a brother. Now, I want more, I want to feel like a beautiful, sexy woman. Please, help me feel that way. I love you very much and I know you love me, so what is the problem? Please make love to me, tonight.
With that I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my bed. I looked her in the eyes and said “Aish, your right. I love you so very much. I want this as much as you do, but before we do anything, that we’ll regret later, are you sure you want this to happen?”
She looked me in the eyes, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down until my lips meet hers. She gave me a hot wet kiss, our tongues intertwining, probing, touching each other’s. We both hadn’t had sex in a long time and we were not being gentle. I quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra. As I pulled the loose bra from her breasts, I stopped and stared at the creamy white mounds of flesh. God, how I love tits! Her nipples were hard and erect. They weren’t much bigger around than a nickel, but they stood out a good half an inch, just the way I like them.
I grabbed a tit in each hand and started to massage and knead them. Nothing feels as good as a handful of tit, except maybe two hands full of tits. I lowered my lips to those red, luscious nipples. I couldn’t believe the feeling of ecstasy. I experienced as I sucked those nipples. As I started to gently bite them, I heard my sister start to moan. I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed, her lips were slightly open and her tongue was tracing her lips ever so slowly. She had the look of an angel, an angel in heat.

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I married into a family that had a lot of problems. It was almost like watching a soap opera with out a TV. This episode was called the cheating cocaine addicted husband. My father-in-law was addicted to cocaine and was out with his friends.
I am not sure if he was cheating or not, but my mother-in-law was convinced of it. Salma (The mother-in-law) was in another drunken stupor. But this time she took it one step further. She popped a lot of pain pills. When she called slurring and told us what she had done, we immediately headed for her house. My brother-in-law was out with his friends, so my wife and I called 911 as we headed over to the house. As we got there, the paramedics pulled up. They checked her over and told us that she would not over dose with the type of pain pill she took. As they left, my wife took all of the alcohol and pills from the house and put them in the car. She was plenty pissed at her dad. Me – I didn’t care. Like I said, this was all just a soap opera. (And I have seen this episode before) My wife asked me to stay with her mom while she went out looking for her dad. I agreed knowing this would be an all night ordeal. What a way to waste a Saturday night!
Now let me tell you about Salma. She is about 5’6” and about 130lbs. She is an older version of my wife. The only difference is that she has red hair instead of brown. I love redheads. Her best feature – her ass! A good ole fashion onion booty. Like mother – like daughter! And the main reason why I married my wife.
As my wife left, I started my job for the night – take care of Salma. I started giving her coffee but she was really far-gone. All she wanted to do was argue. She was still pissed off at her husband. About thirty minutes into this ordeal, Salma informed me she wanted to go to the bathroom. I helped her to her feet and guided her to the bathroom. As she entered the bathroom, she gained her balance and walked into the closet. It was no big deal; most of her clothes, personal items, and such were in her bathroom. What was a surprise was the fact that when she exited the closet, she was almost completely naked. She was trying to put on her nightgown but could not get it over her head. I got a great view of her perky little “B” cup breast bouncing around as she struggled with the nightgown. Her nipples were brown and about the size of a quarter. They were the same size as my wife’s nipples, except hers are pink. I just set back and stared. Why not, I always wanted to know. And since she was an older version of my wife, this moment was also a deeply rooted fantasy. Besides, I was starting to get aroused.
Once she finally got her nightgown on, she proudly informed me that she had to go pee. She lowered her panties and squatted on the toilet, and proceeded to go pee. By this time she already had the nightgown on, so I didn’t get to see her underside. Now I set in disappointment. Not that I am disappointed about seeing her tits, but I am an ass-man. (Remember the onion booty!) Once she stood up, she lost her balance again. I had to quickly grab her and help her to her feet. Salma started to cry. “I’m ugly”, “No one loves me”, “I’m not attractive” – the usual. I tried to comfort her but she wouldn’t listen. The pills were still kicking in and she was slurring bad. She looked up at me, still crying, and said, “Why can’t I turn on men, why do they have to go to other women” (At least that is what I think she said, like I said – she slurred her words) This was my moment. I knew she was plowed. There was no way she would remember tonight if all she had was alcohol; but add the pain pills. This was a sexual mulligan! I had her in my arms holding her up. She was looking up at me. I pulled her closer. “Salma, you are a beautiful woman” I lowered my head, my lips close to hers, “You are turning me on right now”
Our lips touched – This was my move. I set there, waiting for an eruption of anger. I pressed my lips firmer against hers. I was still waiting to be told to stop. My lips parted hers as my tongue slowly slid into her mouth. Again I waited for my slap in the face. My eyes were closed as I kissed her. I held still, softly kissing her. I was going to live in the moment as long as I could or at least until I was told to stop. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed her were closed as well. She was breathing heavy and into the mood. I am not sure if she knew what was going on or cared. Either way, I was going to push this as far as I could. I lowered my hands and firmly grabbed her ass. They quickly raced across her backside. Delicately kneading each cheek. I pulled her closer and felt her go limp. I slowly lowered her to the bathroom floor. Once we lied down, I went back to kissing her. My hands moved from her ass and moved to her breast. After about ten minutes of playing and suckling her breast, I noticed that she passed out. I should have stopped. But would you?
I didn’t have to worry about waking her, so I pulled her nightgown over her head. I moved to the bottom of her body and parted her legs, raising her knees so she spread her legs even wider. Her panties were still left on and I wanted them that way. I quickly lowered myself between her legs and set there smelling her musky scent. I slowly lowered my head and kissed her lower lips through her panties. I slowly stuck out my tongue, pressing the fabric of her panties into the folds of her lips. My tongue easily slid up and down, tasting her through her moistening panties. I lifted her panties to one side, exposing her perfect pink pussy. It was begging for attention. I know. She hadn’t had sex in some time. (Remember the cheating husband?) I dove in, licking and tonguing her beautiful moist cunt. She never moved. Every once in a while a slight moan, but never a stir. I pressed her legs back, which arched her ass up. This exposed her tight little button. Since she was out (And I know she is a freak – this is why I am not sure if her husband cheats) I slowly slid my tongue into her asshole. My lips were pressed tightly against her sphincter so I pressed my tongue deep into her backside. My hands parted her cheeks, which gave me a better chance to violate her asshole with my tongue. I switched back and forth for about 20 minutes. Tonguing her pussy and then her ass and then her pussy and so on.
By this time, I was aching. My dick was oozing pre-cum and begging to be released. I rose up and straddled her face. I let my cock rest on her lips and slid it back and forth. I covered her mouth in my pre-cum but she was out. I opened her mouth with my hand enough to allow me to enter her. I slowly slid my cock in her mouth. It was a turn on at first, but I had to do all of the work. After about five minutes, I decided to speed up the process. I started rubbing my manhood. Aiming my shaft toward her mouth opening. As I felt my balls tighten up, I quickly slid the tip of my cock into her mouth. I must have cum a gallon, but I am sure it was just a couple of spurts. I know I poured my soul into her mouth. And to my surprise, she slowly closed her mouth and licked her lips. I am sure it was reflex. But that turned me on so much; my cock would not go down. I lowered between her legs and slid my cock into her cunt. I quickly increased the pace. Sliding in and out of her glistening pussy. I got a little brave and bottomed out in her twat. I wanted to feel my legs pound against hers. I was really becoming turned on feeling her legs pressed up in the air as my cock buried deep into her cunt.
She never moved. I had an idea. I wonder if I could fuck her in the ass? I didn’t have to worry about her having a sore asshole. She was already loose from my anal tonguing. And I am not a big man. No 10” dick here. I am about 5-6” and average girth. So I rolled her over. I stuffed some of the dirty clothes under her arching her backside up. I spread her cheeks and went back to tonguing her asshole. I slowly inserted a finger. It slid in easily. I tried two fingers and her asshole swallowed both digits. I am a little bigger than two fingers, so the next digit was my cock. I rose up and put my dick head at the entrance of her bum. My hands spread her cheeks exposing her glistening anal button. I slowly slid in my cock. I pressed further and further until I was all of the way inside of her. I was not going to pound her ass like I did her cunt. I didn’t want her to have a sore bottom. I slowly slid back and forth living in the moment. Again I felt my balls tingle and my dickhead swell up. Since I was going really slowly, my orgasm started slow, peaked slow, and lasted forever. I held her ass cheeks in my hands spreading her backside. I could see my dick buried in her asshole. I was in heaven. My cock emptied its load, slowly softened, and slipped out of her bum.
I quickly grabbed some tissue and wiped her asshole and cunt. I needed a keepsake though. I quickly pulled off her panties and replaced them with a fresh pair. I put her nightgown back on and then pulled her to her feet and escorted her to bed. She still did not wake. I put her in bed and fondled her tits a little bit more. I quickly kissed her pubic mound through her new pair of panties while slipping a finger into her cunt. I wanted to start all over again but I pulled the covers over her. I hid my memento and went up to my wife’s old bedroom and went to sleep. I woke up the next morning with my wife at my side sound asleep. I headed downstairs where I found my Salma in the kitchen drinking some coffee. She had a hangover from hell and was completely unaware of what had happened. I sat down beside her a grabbed a coke. “What a night!” I said. “I wish I could remember it” Salma said. I realized I indeed did get a mulligan. Too bad it will probably never happen again. She got divorced about a year later and hasn’t ever done what she did that night. But I still have the panties!

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This all started the summer I turned seventeen. My older sister, Neha, was home from college for the summer. Neha was nineteen and had been away at school for awhile, so at first it seemed weird to be living with her again. Neha and I had always gotten along alright, typical brother and sister stuff, but we were totally different types of people. I’m a tall, skinny kid, kinda quiet and shy. I have a few close friends at school, and I’ve even had a couple of girlfriends, but definitely no major relationships, and I’m certainly far from experienced in the sex department. Neha, on the other hand, is more or less my exact opposite–outgoing, extremely social and friendly. When she was in high school Neha was a total party machine–Week nights, weekends, whenever. She’d always had tons of different boyfriends and was really popular. In fact, she was such a wild child that I think my parents were pretty relieved to send her off to college. Also, although being her brother I’d never really noticed it, everyone at school (at least all the guys) thought Neha was totally hot: shoulder length natural honey blonde hair, full, pouty lips, blue eyes, large, firm breasts, a tight curved ass and legs to die for. She tanned year round, either laying out (in the summer) or at a tanning booth (in the winter) so year round she had a perfect complexion. Yeah, my sister was hot, and she knew it. She got a kick out of teasing all the guys who were constantly checking her out, flirting with them and driving them crazy. Whenever any of my friends from school would come over to the house Neha would really put on a class act, wearing her sluttiest outfits, super short skirts, virtually non-existent tops that showed off her cleavage really well. She would “accidentally” drop something and bend down really slowly right in front of them until her ass was practically totally exposed, or lean down to talk to them and show plenty of cleavage as her top opened. This drove my friends wild, but they did seem to visit a lot.
Anyway, this particular summer when Neha came home she seemed different–still totally hot, with the party girl attitude, but different around me, friendlier somehow. The moment she walked in the door, before she even tried to find mom and dad, she ran over to me and gave me a big hug.
“Hey Shahzad, long time no see! Did you miss me?”
I was a little taken aback by this but managed to mumble, “Yeah, I guess so.”
She laughed and then stepped back and said, “Hey check it out, you like it? I just had it done a month ago.” Neha pulled up her top a little to expose her stomach and a nice gold bellybutton ring.
“Yeah, it’s cool. Mom and dad’ll probably freak, though.”
Again that low, throaty laugh. “Who says they have to know?” Still laughing, she walked into the kitchen.
Things were pretty normal for the first few weeks of summer. I’d gotten a part time job at a nearby supermarket and Neha was out with friends a lot so we only saw each other in passing. The only thing that took a little getting used to was having to share a bathroom again. Neha wasn’t exactly the neatest person and our bathroom was always cluttered with “girl stuff”: makeup scattered all over, panties, bras, even lingerie. One day I found a bright red thong lying on the floor in front of the clothes hamper. Absent-mindedly I picked the thong up, intending to toss it into the hamper when I noticed a dark spot in the crotch area. I fingered it and it was still slightly damp. Shit! My sister must have just barely taken these off! Quickly shutting the bathroom door all the way, I raised the thong to my face and sniffed it, inhaling deeply. The rich, musky aroma was unmistakable and my cock stiffened immediately in response to the intoxicating scent. Just then I heard someone coming up the stairs and then Neha saying, “Shahzad, are you in there? Hurry up, I really gotta pee.” I froze, the thong still raised to my face. Damn, what was I thinking, sniffing my own sister’s panties and getting turned on by it? What the hell was wrong with me?
After a moment or two I managed to reply, ” I”ll be out in a second.” Blushing, I tossed my sister’s thong into the hamper and then flushed the toilet, ran some water and pretended to wash up long enough to allow my hard on to dwindle.
As soon as I opened the door, Neha shot past me into the bathroom. “About time, I really gotta go.” As she passed me her hair brushed against my face and I caught just a slight hint of musky perfume. My cock twitched in response and I quickly closed the door and hurried downstairs. As I went, I couldn’t help wondering about just how Neha got that damp spot on her thong, and just thinking about it, about her, was getting me aroused. What the hell was going on with me? I never thought of myself as a real pervert (no more so than any other typical teenager with raging hormones anyway) but here I was getting a throbbing hard on at the sight of my sister’s panties and the scent of her perfume. I tried to dismiss it as being simple horniness, but still my thoughts lingered on my sister for a long time.
Everything changed when mom and dad went away for their annual week’s vacation. Since Neha was the oldest, they informed us, they would be leaving her in charge. Needless to say, Neha enjoyed this immensely, and I had to endure a lot of teasing about her being the boss and comments like, “Ok Shahzad, you better do what I say, remember who’s in charge around here.” Neha also took advantage of this opportunity to turn our house into party central almost as soon as mom and dad’s car left the driveway. She partied hard for two days (and nights) in a row, and there was never any shortage of people (mostly guys, I noticed) who were willing to party with her. Each night ended the same way: My sister, drunk off her ass and already half naked, stumbling upstairs to her bedroom with whichever lucky guy she’d chosen to be her boy toy of the evening. I would never admit it to myself fully, but in the back of my mind I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy as I watched her stagger up the stairs draped all over some anonymous stud.
Whenever I could, I would help Neha clean up the mess the next day, but because of my work schedule Neha had the house to herself a lot, especially during the day. One day, toward the middle of the week I got off work early (it was around two in the afternoon instead of the usual four). When I pulled into the driveway, I noticed that there was another car there besides Neha’s, but I didn’t think anything of it, figuring it was just one of Neha’s friends. I walked into the house, tossed my keys on the kitchen table, and was just thinking of getting something to eat when I heard a noise from upstairs. Bedsprings were creaking like crazy and i heard Neha moan, “Oh yeah, that’s it! right there! oh, fuck!” Shit, Neha was fucking some lucky bastard right now, in the middle of the day. for a moment I stood there, motionless at the foot of the stairs, just listening. then I couldn’t resist any longer–I just had to check it out. I kicked off my shoes and crept up the stairs as quietly as I could. Score! Neha’s bedroom door was partway ajar. (She obviously wasn’t expecting me home for a couple more hours). Sneaking past our shared bathroom, I hid myself behind Neha’s partly opened bedroom door as best I could and peeked in. I couldn’t believe the sight that greeted me: Neha was on her hands and knees in the middle of her bed, completely naked, getting fucked hard by two guys at once! the guys both looked vaguely familiar and I figured I’d probably seen them at one of Neha’s parties. The guy in back, the one with dark hair, was pounding away in Neha’s pussy furiously, while the guy in front of her, a blonde, was holding the back of Neha’s head with both hands and sliding his large cock in and out of her willing mouth, fucking her face. The room was filled with moist slurping sounds as Neha’s dripping snatch engulfed the dark haired guy’s cock, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks, her big tits quivering and flopping as her fucked her. Neha pulled away from the blonde’s big cock long enough to scream out: “Yeah, that’s it! Fuck my wet pussy! Oh, God! Shit! Ahh, make me cum!!”
I couldn’t believe it. This was so incredibly hot! My cock was so hard that it was practically tenting out my jeans. I was afraid my zipper was gonna explode. The guy behind Neha really picked up the pace then, slamming his cock into her as hard and fast as he could, pulling out the entire length and then driving it into her until his balls slapped against her red ass cheeks, making her scream and moan as she continued to deep throat the blonde in front of her.
“Fuck man, this bitch is awesome,” The dark haired guy grunted as he pummelled my sister’s sweet pussy.
“Yeah dude, she’s really into it,” The blonde replied, face fucking Neha until she gagged and his balls were pressed up against her chin.
Neha moaned deeply, then pulled away from Asad’s big cock and gasped out, “Yeah, it’s so fuckin’ good! Wait, I want you both to fuck me at the same time. I want a cock in my ass and pussy!”
The guys looked at each other for a second, then the the blonde said, “For real? You wanna get double stuffed?”
“Fuck yeah I do!” Neha panted. “Here, lie down on your back.”
It was as they switched positions that I made my crucial mistake. I was so caught up in the action going on in front of me that I forgot that I was only partially hidden by the bedroom door. As Neha swung around and impaled her wet pussy on Asad’s hard cock, she was facing directly toward the doorway. For just a moment, our eyes locked. She got this huge grin on her face and, still staring directly at me , she shoved herself down and took Asad’s entire cock deep into herself in one motion. Fuck! I was caught! I quickly ducked back completely behind the door, but I knew it was far too late for that. As I stood there, torn between shock and incredible feelings of lust, I heard Neha say, “Mmmm, yeah, now shove your big dick up my tight little asshole! Yeah, fuck both my holes!” This pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t take anymore, my cock was so hard I was afraid I was gonna cum in my jeans in another second. I rushed to my room, shutting the door behind me as quietly as I could, I ripped off my clothes in a frenzy and, lying down on the bed completely naked jacked my rock hard prick as I continued to listen to my sister getting fucked just down the hall:
“Oh yeah,uhhh, that feels so good, so full! Harder! unnh!”
“Dude, her ass is so fuckin’ tight! Feels great!”
Long moments of panting and wet sucking sounds.
“Oh, man, I can’t last much longer, I”m gonna nut!”
“Me too, shit, it’s too fuckin’ good. Uuuunh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!!”
“Yeah, fuckin cum inside me! Shoot that shit deep in my ass and pussy! Do it!”
“MMMM, UNNHHH! Yeah, fuck!!”
For a long while everything was quiet except for the sounds of harsh panting and low, ragged breathing. My hand was a blur on my cock by this time, and I felt ready to explode. I froze as I heard the sound of voices in the hallway:
“Shit Neha, that was awesome! Thanks a lot!”
“Yeah, thanks, that totally rocked!”
“Anytime guys. You should come over more often!” The sound of my sister’s laughter.
“You know we will now for sure! We’ll call soon. I wanna get a chance at your sweet ass next time!”
“No problem, whenever you want, Gary.” Again, her soft chuckle.
“Well, we gotta take off, practice this afternoon.”
“K, see ya later. Call me.”
“You know it!”
Then the fading sound of footsteps on the stairs, the slamming of the front door, and they were gone. Man, I just had to bust a nut. I resumed jacking at a frantic pace. Yeah, so close, I know I’m gonna shoot a huge load, almost there. . .
My bedroom door swung open. Neha stood in the doorway, naked, her large nipples rock hard, a slight sheen of perspiration glistening all over her body and a mixture of cum and her own pussy juices running down the inside of her legs. “Jesus, Neha, what the hell are you doing!?!” I grabbed frantically for my blankets and threw them over my lower half. It was a somewhat useless gesture, though, since my cock made a tent out of those blankets in a major way.
She looked at me with an arrogant little smirk on her face. “Did you like it?”
“What?!? Wadda you mean?” This has to be a dream, I thought to myself. This can’t really be happening. This hot-ass slut goddess standing in my bedroom doorway, the picture of every teen male’s fantasy, and she’s my fucking sister!
“Did you like it?”
“Shit Neha, this is too–”
She stepped up beside the bed and with a single motion ripped the blanket away from me, leaving my exposed and rigid manhood sticking straight up. Neha looked me and chuckled. “Yeah, you liked it. You loved watching your big sister get stuffed full of hard cock. You loved watching me suck dick and get plowed in the ass, didn’t you, Shahzad?”
At this point I was in such shock that all I could do was make strangled noises in the back of my throat and gaze at her helplessly. My raging hard on said it all, however. Neha slowly swung her leg over the side of the bed and squatted directly over my face, her dripping pussy inches from my mouth. “Be a good brother and lick my pussy and ass clean, Shahzad, suck my cunt and make me cum all over your face. Lick me!” She shoved he pussy against my open mouth, grinding down on me, smearing a mixture of cum and sweet pussy juice all over my face. Part of me knew that this was wrong, that incest was wrong, but by this point I was so crazed with lust that I would do anything. Reaching up, I grasped Neha’s hips and pulled her down even farther until she was almost smothering me with her beautiful pussy. I licked and sucked every inch of her hole, tasting her, exploring the folds of her cunt lips with the tip of my tongue, tongue fucking her, sticking my tongue as deeply inside her as I could, tasting the sweet tang of her own juices mingled with the faintly salty flavor of the spunk that was dripping from her holes.
“Oh yeah, little bro, just like that, clean my pussy real good. I knew you wanted this.” She ground her crotch against my face hard as I continued to lap, sucking all of her juices into my mouth, tasting the core of her as I flicked my tongue against her swollen clit as hard as I could. “Oh shit, oh fuck yeah bro! That’s it, make your big sister cum!!” Neha squealed and smashed her crotch against my face as she came, squirting hot sticky pussy juices all over my face and open mouth. “Oh yeah, Shahzad, that was really nice. Clean up my asshole now and you’ll get your reward.” I obeyed eagerly, tonguing her beautful tight butthole, lapping all around it, plunging the tip of my tongue deep inside, sucking out all of the jizz that had been shot into her and gulping it down. “Mmmmm, that feels so good Shahzad, you nasty little boy, sucking cum out of your big sister’s asshole,” Neha moaned. “That’s it, stick your tongue in real deep, make sure you get it all. ” After awhile Neha stood up and smiled at me. “You did a real good job, little bro. You’ve earned your reward. Ok, go ahead and spread your legs wide apart.” I did so and Neha crawled between my legs. I gasped with pleasure as I felt Neha’s warm hand close around my dick and begin slowly pumping up and down. “Mmmmh, doesn’t that feel good Shahzad? You like the feeling of your big sister’s hand stroking your hard cock? Do you?”
“Yes, yes!” I stammered.
“Yeah, I thought so. Then you’re gonna love this.” Neha ran the tip of her tongue all around the head of my cock, licking at the piss slit and tasting the pre-cum that was flowing out of me as she continued to slowly pump up and down with her hand.
I moaned deeply and arched my back. “Ohhh, God, Neha that feels so good!!”
Neha glanced up at me again with that arrogant smirk on her face. “What do you want little brother? Do you want to cum? Do you want to feel my lips around your cock as you shoot your load into my mouth?”
Weakly I gasped out, “Yes.”
She smirked at me again, her hand wrapped tightly around my now pulsing dick, her mouth inches from my engorged cockhead. “Beg for it, bro. I wanna hear you beg your big sister to suck your cock.”
I couldn’t help myself. “Please Neha, please, I’m begging for it, please suck my dick, make me cum.”
She chuckled. “Good boy.” I gasped as I felt the warm wetness of her lips engulfing the head of my cock, moving down my shaft, massaging it with her tongue, slowly taking more and more until my cock was buried in the wet heat of her throat and my sister’s nose was mashed against my pubes. She slowly and gently squeezed my balls with one hand as she slurped on my cock, deepthroating it and then releasing, sucking only the head, moving down slowly and teasingly. It felt so incredible, and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. Looking down at my sister’s head bobbing up and down on my hard shaft I felt my ball sac tighten and my toes begin to curl.
“Oh, shit, yeah, oh god, Neha, I’m gonna cum!!!” Neha took my cock deep into her throat, swallowing reflexively as I shot blast after blast of hot cum into her mouth. Finally I lay back, panting for breath, my eyes half closed in delirious oblivion. My sister crawled slowly up my prone body, dragging her hardened nipples against my chest,sliding her beautiful tits against me. Our lips met in a long, delicious kiss, and as Neha’s tongue slid into my mouth I tasted the salty bitter flavor of my own cum.
“Did that feel good, Shahzad?”
“Oh, shit, Neha, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had!”
She smiled. “Yeah, well it sure as hell won’t be the last one. We’ve got all summer, and I have definite plans for you, little brother.”
I looked up at her with a puzzled expression. “What do you mean?”
She just giggled and waggled her eyebrows at me. “If you’re a good boy, maybe you’ll find out.”
She slid off of me and stood up. “Stay right here, don’t move, I’ll be back in a second.” Watching my sister’s perfectly tight, round little ass bounce as she walked out of the room, I felt my cock stir and come to life again, stiffening in appreciation of the sight. I lay there in a daze, unable to believe what had just happened. After a few minutes, Neha came back holding a couple of lengths of kitchen twine in her hand and smiling wickedly.
“Woah, wait a minute, what are gonna do with that?” I asked.
Neha just laughed. “Don’t worry Shahzad, I promise, you’ll love this game.”
Before I could quite register what was going on, my sister had grasped both my hands and tied them securely to either side of the headboard bedposts. I lay there on my back, hands lashed tightly above my head, helpless and under my sister’s complete control. my cock throbbed with eager anticipation even as in another, more rational part of my mind I was a bit scared. Neha reached down and squeezed my erection lightly. “Hmmm, it looks like you missed me while I was gone.” Then she glanced up at me. “You look good this way Shahzad, bondage agrees with you.”She crawled up my body until she straddled my chest, her beautiful, firm breasts swaying inches from my face. “Oooh, Shahzad, when you ate me out it made me sooo wet, ” she whispered in my ear. She wiggled two fingers into her wet pussy and then slowly, seductively swirled her fingertips around her hardened nipples, smearing them with her own juices. “My nipples are so hard, Shahzad. Do you like my tits? Do you want to suck them?” She continued to knead and caress those firm mounds now only inches from my face, tweaking her nipples, tugging on them.
By this time I was in an absolute frenzy of desire. Neha’s dirty talk was driving me crazy ; all I could think about was how much I wanted her body, how much I wanted to give her pleasure, to obey her every whim. “Yes! God yes, I wanna suck your tits so bad, Neha, please!” I panted.
Again that soft, throaty chuckle. “Good boy, you learn fast. Go ahead Shahzad, suck your big sister’s titties, make me feel good.” She leaned forward and pressed her tits against my face and slid them back and forth as I sucked first one then the other hard nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, tasting the musky sweet flavor of her pussy. After a few minutes of this Neha pulled back slightly, positioning herself so that she was straddling my waist, holding her pussy just above my hard and throbbing dick. “What else do you want, little brother? Do you want to fuck me? do you want to feel your sister’s hot, wet pussy sliding up and down your shaft, squeezing it, making you cum? Is that what you want?” Neha whispered.
“GOD!! YES, YES!!” Tugging uselessly at my restraints, I bucked with my hips trying desperately to plunge my cock into her hole.
Smiling, Neha slapped me gently across the face. “Who’s in control here?” she demanded.
“You are, Neha.”
“That’s right. You’ll do whatever I want, whenever I want, won’t you little brother?”
“Yes, yes, I swear Neha, I’ll do anything you want, just please fuck me.”
She laughed softly. “That’s better, Shahzad. I love to hear you beg, it turns me on. Say, ‘Mistress Neha, please fuck me and make me cum.'” I hesitated for a moment, staring up at her. “Beg for what you want little bro, and I’ll give it to you.”
I was so turned on by Neha’s aggressiveness, her total dominance, that I would have done anything she said. “M-mistress Neha, uh, please fuck me and, uh, and make me cum,” I stammered in a low whisper.
“Mmmmm, that’s a good little slave.” Neha slowly eased herself down onto my cock, sliding down my shaft until I was completely buried in her hot, wet tunnel. The sensation was exquisite and I moaned deep in the back of my throat, trying desperately to keep from cummming right then and there. Neha whimpered sofly and began sliding up and down on my cock , riding me faster and faster until she was slamming up and down, balancing herself with both hands pressed against my chest as she fucked me, her ass grinding down against my balls with every stroke. “Ohhh, Shahzad, that feels sooo good!!” she panted. “YEAH, FUCK ME!! You’re fucking your own sister you nasty little slut! Do you like it? Does it feel good?”
I was totally in bliss, the feeling of my sister’s tight slippery twat riding me, devouring my cock, was amazing. “Yeah, god yeah! Oh shit Neha fuck me harder! please!”
Neha was riding me furiously now, impaling herself on my hard shaft as deeply as she could with every stroke, panting, her head thrown back, her huge tits quivering as she fuicked me. “Yeah little brother, that’s so good, so fuckin’ good! Make me cum, uuunhh, yeah, oh god, oh shit, I’M CUMMING!!!” With a scream she thrust down on me completely and I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting as she came, flexing around my cock, milking it.
“Oh Fuck, Neha, I can’t hold back, uuuhn, AHHH! I’m gonna cum!”
Neha leapt off of me and, grabbing my still pistoning cock with her hand, she aimed it directly at her chest. “Yeah bro, shoot that hot load, I wanna watch you shoot your jizz all over my big titties!” She stroked my cock twice and I was gone. “AAAAHHH!” Cum erupted from my cockhead in three long spurts, coating my sister’s tits, dripping from her nipples. I fell back against the bed, hanging limply against my restraints, exhausted, totally spent. Neha rubbed my cum all over her breasts,

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