Sure, intercourse can be affectionate and very personal, but sexual release in humans was never meant to be monogamous. And from that train of thought came one of the most sizzling nights of my life. It had been about two years since I'd visited the family back in Milwaukee. My job in Los Angeles had me busy and my mom, brother, and sisters were all living their own lives.
My sister, Angie, called a month ago to let me know she had to be in the L. I hesitated at first. I am a very independent person, for one; but I am also very, very sexual. It is not uncommon for me to have a playmate over several nights a week; or, at the very least, to be found masturbating to Literotica.
My family would definitely put a dent in my lifestyle. Alas, I gave in and told Angie she could stay with me. It was only for two nights and I could forgo a couple of nights of sexual activity.
Angie arrived on Monday evening and I picked her up from Burbank Airport on my way home from work. When I pulled up, she hopped in my car and, grinning from ear to ear, gave me a big kiss on the cheek. The only time she'd left home was during her four years in college; otherwise, she has been at home with mom and dad to this day. She rarely dates, and through mutual friends I've heard that she lost her virginity when she was 25 during a drunken one-night-stand that turned out to be a dare by the buddies of the guy who took her cherry.
Angie wasn't unattractive by any stretch. But most people didn't notice her. Even by her own admission she was pretty plain. Shoulder-length brown hair, green eyes, slightly chubby but by no means obese , and a bit awkward in social situations. There were times when I felt bad for her. My mom and dad never hid their liberal sexual views and could often be heard spending an entire night fucking their brains out. The rest of us inherited that sexual prowess, but Angie, to my knowledge, never did.
Or so I thought. After a quick dinner, we got back to my place where Angie put her things in the guest room and then joined me in the backyard, where we caught up over a couple of beers. The conversation started with work, moved to family news, and then, as we polished off our second beers, moved to subjects of a more personal nature - the women and men I dated, mom and dad's swingers club, which in turn led to talk of Angie's off and on bouts with depression.
She remained quiet for a few seconds before adding, "Loneliness. On my way into the kitchen, I walked over to her side of the patio table, gave her a hug, and a big ol' kiss on her cheek. A few fuck buddies and a small group of really good friends and I'm happier than I've ever been.
And I'm not necessarily interested in a relationship either. I'm horny for a good, solid, sturdy fuck. I just chuckled and as I walked into the kitchen, said, "Well, then you just need to go out and get yourself laid. I'm not exactly comfortable in social situations, in case you hadn't noticed.
For her entire life, something in her brain just sort of got stuck when it came to social situations. The beers were going to my head faster than normal.
But, my admission that I partake of the occasional hooker didn't phase Angie. Believe me, I looked. But, I don't have that kind of money to spend - straight male escorts are pretty expensive for a coffee shop manager's budget.
I thought you were horny. My sister needs a hot man to get her off, why can't I provide it for her. It was so totally unexpected that I jumped out of my chair. As I looked down, I saw Angie putting her foot back on the floor. I thought a buddy of mine would be a good match. You'll bring a friend over and my lack of social grace will flare up immediately. Things would be over before they even started.
In fact, I was more than willing to entertain the idea. Masturbation just isn't cutting it anymore. I thought I could depend on my big brother to help me out. We can forget I mentioned this.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I leaned in and kissed her gently as I brought her into the bed with me. I laid her on her back and slowly made my way down her neck toward her chest, giving long, gentle kisses along the way. I removed my shirt and then pulled hers up over head. Those gorgeous tits were right there I leaned in and brought each breast out from behind her bra, holding each firmly in my hands, alternating back and forth between the two, kissing and licking as Angie moaned some more.
Her hand reached down and started massaging my rock hard cock trapped inside my jeans. She sat up, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then reached in and hauled out my piece. You really are my BIG brother. I climbed back on top of her and slowly kissed my way down her breasts, her stomach, down toward the wonderland that was her pussy.
She was completely shaved and already sopping wet. Damn, I thought, that nectar is going to taste mighty fine. I tapped her clit with my thumb before giving it a long, slow, steady tongue bath. Both of her hands were on the back of my head as I got lost in the taste and scent that was my sister's beautiful cunt.
It was pure ecstasy. Within a minute, maybe two, Angie was holding my head really tight and bucking under my face, groaning that she was going to cum and then voila! Her pussy spasmed and juiced all over my goatee. That was my cue. I climbed up over her, spread her legs wide apart, and slapped the head of my cock against her clit.
Holding my cock at the entrance to her wet hole, I grinned and asked "You sure you still want to go through with this? Long, low, and passionate. We both groaned loudly and happily. I watched myself enter her slowly: First the head, then the shaft, taking my time to make sure she was comfortable.
As we started to get our own rhythm going, a minute or so into the fuck, she grabbed the pillows on either side of her and started to squeal a little. What happened next almost brought me to the brink. Angie eyes rolled in back of her head, she started gasping for air, and she started bucking hard and fast against my crotch, with my dick buried to the hilt.
Her entire body shook with pleasure as, her orgasm overtaking her, her pussy juice leaked out the sides of my cock. A devilish grin spread across my face as I watched her tremble with pleasure. Doggy style, her on top, up against the wall, on the floor, over the side of my dresser in front of the mirror. I made my sister cum four more times, her juices covering not my just my fat cock, but my bed, dresser, and bedroom floor as well.
Finally, as she rode her way to her fourth orgasm, I couldn't control myself anymore. She was on her side, I was behind her, slamming my cock into her pussy. Let me feel you squirt.
But before my sister could respond, I was screaming in pure ecstasy as my cock unloaded inside her. As she rode out her fourth orgasm of the night, my own nut was fucking mind blowing. I couldn't remember the last time I had an orgasm that long and so fucking good. We collapsed on my bed, sweaty, tired, but blissful and so fucking satisfied.
It took us a few minutes to catch our breath, to come down off the sexual high. I really needed that. We're adults about it. And we make each other feel really good. No one besides us needs to know. Angie went to bed a few minutes later - in the guest room.
We'd fuck again the next night - in my backyard - in the hot tub. When she left the day after that, my sister thanked me again for the "hottest fucks of my life" and promised to come visit more often.
I can hardly wait.